(Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy; names and places are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.)
Rose Byrne: XXX-Men
Goddess In Hellfire
It was almost six in the morning when they resumed filming, the star of the show enjoying a steamy shower and quick nap before coming back to the set and shucking her robe. The Las Vegas streets were still busy when she hurried from the Lincoln Continental in her black bra and panties, matching pumps clicking rhythmically on the pavement, but were just empty enough that they could apply a little CG and make the 2011 summer season appear as if it was October of 1962.
“Whoa there,” the bouncer at the door of Sebastian Shaw’s Hellfire Club said when she tried to follow the group of strippers and whores inside. “Just hang on a minute, baby. You got some ID?”
Rose Byrne laughed. “Are you serious? Look at me. Where would I keep it?”
The man smirked, already rubbing his crotch while he looked her over. “I can think of a couple of places.”
“Real funny.” Rose sighed, then crossed her arms across her perky chest while tapping her foot. “You gonna let me in or not?”
“That depends, honey.”
“Yeah, on what?”
“On how quickly you’re gonna see the light and suck my dick.”
Tony flopped back on the couch and sighed. It was 1 am and Brittani had just left for the night. He took a deep swig of his Jack and coke and stared at the ceiling. She was a nice girl. But that was the problem. She was just a girl. At twenty-two, she was every guys dream. She had a rocking body, perfect tits, but was dumb as a tree stump. Shit, he’d met trees that were smarter.
He polished off his drink, slamming the glass on the coffee table, startling the cats off of the couch. He grabbed his cell phone, scrolling through his contacts.
He stared at her name on the screen. Kristy. One of the girls in his office. She was older, experienced…and very married. They flirted everyday in the morning before he’d go into his meetings. Looks wise, she wasn’t his type. He was partial to straight haired blonds. She had a mop of what she called “unruly” brown curls. He thought that they were hot. She was curvy, but in all the right places. She had a chest that, if she wore less conservative clothing, would bring men to their knees. They had talked at about their attraction to each other early one morning. She had said they had a “vibe”, but that she’d never cheat on her husband. He couldn’t care less about Brittani. If Kristy ever left her husband, he’d dump her on the spot.
He laid his open phone on his chest and grabbed the remote. He mindlessly surfed, not knowing exactly what he was looking for. He came upon a country music channel playing videos all night. He grabbed his phone and hit “new text”. Kristy had told him earlier that her husband was going away on business until Monday. It was Friday night. He bit his bottom lip pensively. Did he risk it? What would he say to her in the middle of the night…”Hi?”. The next video gave him his answer. He typed quickly into his phone…
It’s a quarter after one
I’m a little drunk
And I need you now.
Said I wouldn’t call
But I lost all control
And I need you now.
His finger hovered above the send button. He held his breath, closed his eyes and pressed it. “Message sent” appeared on his screen. He let the air out his lungs in a long hiss and waited. He watched the rest of the video as the seconds ticked by.
Guess I’d rather hurt
then feel nothing at all.
He closed his eyes, all but resigning that she wouldn’t text him back.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
He grabbed his phone, opening it, not knowing what to expect.
Kristy was sitting on the couch, sort of watching a movie. It was just after 1:00 and she was still wide awake. Jason was out on business…again. She lost him on average of two weekends a month. She still loved him, but missed the passion they shared early on in their relationship. The spark was gone and she had no idea how to rekindle it. He was either preoccupied with his job or too tired to do anything more than the missionary position. There was always an excuse. She laid her head back and thought about the one guy who always brightened her day…Tony Stewart.
She had only been working at Stewart-Haas a short time when Tony struck up a conversation with her one morning. It had been nothing really, something about a storm that had come through the night before, but it was enough to spark a friendship. Every morning he made it a point to stop by her desk and say hello, even if it was only for a second. She had a huge crush on him, and it had nothing to do with the fact of who he was. They had a connection…he knew it, she knew it. But there was the fact that he had a girlfriend and she had a husband. She wouldn’t even risk lunch with him. She just stayed his friend, nothing more.
She was thinking about his quirky smile and warm brown eyes when her cell phone beeped. Who’d be texting her at this hour? She opened her phone, expecting it to be Jason. But…Tony? She hit the button to open the message and gasped. What the hell did she say to that? She rubbed her temples and thought before she started typing furiously back to him.
It’s a quarter after one
I’m all alone
And I need you now.
Said I wouldn’t call
But I lost all control
And I need you now.
She hit the send button and waited for the usual bantering to begin.
K: Yes. You?
T: Just me and Jack. Come over?
T: Duh! Yes!
She laughed at the sarcasm and seriously thought about it. He only lived ten minutes from her. She stalled him as she threw her sneakers on.
K: I don’t know…we might get into trouble if I do. Unless you’re looking for trouble. ;o)
She hopped in her car, starting her engine. She knew what she was doing was crazy and totally wrong, but at that moment, rational thought flew out the window.
T: Please? I’m lonely.
She stopped at a light and laughed at the sad face. I guess having a ditz for a girlfriend isn’t that much fun.
K: It would be totally wrong if I did…
She hit send as she drove down his street. She parked a few doors down so he wouldn’t see her approach.
T: But very, very right. How can I convince you?
Kristy walked up to his door and texted her answer.
K: Ding dong. Ding dong.
And she waited…and waited.
T: And you’re calling me ding dong why?
She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. He was so dense sometimes.
K: You’re such an ass…open your front door!
She hit send and waited for it to dawn on him she was actually outside on his porch. She heard the “thump, thump, thump” of him running across his foyer. He swung the door open, smiling. They grinned shyly at each other.
“Hi!” he said, opening the door wider. “Wanna come in?”
She nodded, crossing the threshold into his home. She was alone with him for the first time ever.
She looked around. He had all the lights dimmed down, but she could tell it was very homey.
“Nice place.” She said, looking everywhere but at him.
“I didn’t think you would come over at this hour.” he said softly. The air was charged between them. She could barely take a deep breath.
“I was alone and awake.” She looked up at him. “And thinking of you. I couldn’t say no.”
She walked around the foyer, discreetly checking him out.
“So what do you feel like doing?” he asked, smacking himself in the forehead as soon as he said it.
“Oh I don’t know. It’s 1:30 in the morning. Cards? Checkers? Get naked and fuck like crazy?” She said smirking.
She ran her fingers over his jaw, caressing his bottom lip. He gently nipped her fingertips.
“I don’t give a fuck that you’re Tony Stewart. I’ve wanted you since the day we met.” She said through half closed eyes, her lips just brushing his.
“You…I…” Tony attempted to speak. She shushed him with her lips, pressing them softly against his.
“Shh, you talk too much.” She kissed him harder, capturing his bottom lip, gently sucking it. He groaned, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close to him. He deepened the kiss, seeking her tongue out with his.
He broke the kiss, nuzzling her hair. “Wanna go upstairs?” he asked her with a hint of urgency.
“Lead the way.” she said, as he took her hand.
They took the stairs two at a time. He opened a door and led her to a large king sized bed. He turned the lamp on to the lowest setting, casting a glow over the room. They stood in front of each other, not sure what to do next.
She looked up at him. His eyes were blazing with unspoken passion. What she was about to do suddenly hit her, and her bravado flew out the window. She was scared to death.
“I…I shouldn’t be here with you Tony. I shouldn’t have come.” she said, turning away from him.
“I’m not going to force you to stay. I’ll understand if you go. I won’t like it, but I’ll understand.” he replied softly.
She walked over to the window and looked out at his yard. Lightning flashed in the distance.
“It’s just…I’ve been with Jason fifteen years and never strayed. Never even been tempted. That was…” She turned to face him. “…until I met you.”
She walked toward him, looking him directly in the eyes.
“Why am I here? I love him. I really do. And I don’t want to hurt him, but there’s something about you that I can’t shake. I need you Tony. And want you desperately.”
She looked down at the floor as lightning flashed again, illuminating the room. It was followed a few seconds later by a low rumble of thunder.
Tony walked over to her and placed his hands on her trembling shoulders. He lifted her chin with his finger and gently kissed her.
“There’s something so right about you. When I see you in every morning, it makes my day. When I don’t see you…I miss you.”
He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. He pulled away, looked down and softly stroked her cheek with his thumb.
“Stay with me tonight. There’s a big storm coming. I don’t want you out in it.” As to emphasize his point, there was another bright flash and an almost immediate crash of thunder. She jumped into his arms, shaking like a leaf.
“Not a big fan I take it?” She shook her head violently.
“No, they scare me to death. It’s taking all of my power not to run to the computer to check the radar.” She said, laughing nervously.
“How about I distract you a little bit?” he said mischievously. He pulled her in close and kissed her deeply. She melted into him, her raging desire overshadowing the storm outside.
He pulled her tank top off and dropped it to the floor. She did the same to him, lightly running her hands over his furry chest. The air was electric between them. She gasped as he gave her nipple a tweak between his thumb and forefinger. He chuckled at her response.
That was enough to set her off. She reached between his legs, grasping his shaft with her right hand. She stroked it roughly, bringing it to full attention. He hungrily kissed her as the storm continued to build outside.
“Come here.” he said huskily, laying her down on his bed.
She scootched up, reaching for him as she did. He laid on top of her, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss. He pressed his erection between her legs as she arched her back up instinctively to meet him. He leaned down taking one nipple in his mouth, then the other, sucking them til they were hard. He made eye contact as his lips traveled down her belly.
He reached down, pulling her shorts and panties off in one motion. He stood up and looked down at her laying spread eagled on his bed. Her tan skin glowed in the soft light, belying the hunger radiating from her eyes.
He grabbed her ankles, and slowly ran his hands up her calves, then back down to her feet. She groaned in frustration.
“To-neeee. What are you doing to me?” she moaned.
“What I’ve wanted to do to you for months. Touch you everywhere. God, you’re so beautiful.” He ran his palms back up her legs and over her inner thighs. She gasped then groaned at the slow, torturous pace he was setting.
“Make love to me? Please?” she all but begged him, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as he continued to torment her.
“It’s an off weekend. Do we have to be anywhere later?” She shook her head no. “Then shhhh. Let me do what I want to you.”
He proceeded to continue his slow assault on her senses. He planted gentle pecks up the insides of her legs. He alternated from leg to leg, licking and nipping his way to her hot core. She grabbed the sheets harder, lifting her hips, inviting him in.
“Tony, Tony, Tony…please, go down on me, make me come!” Her head was trashing from side to side with pent up emotion. He did as she requested, burying his face between her legs.
Thunder clapped at the moment he tasted her, adding to the intensity of her first orgasm. She grabbed his thick brown hair, urging him deeper. She looked down him going down on her, and felt another orgasm ripple through her as his eyes met hers.
“Oh God Tony! Stop, stop, stop…nononono, can’t…take…much…more!” she cried as he furiously licked her sensitive clit. He wouldn’t let up, even as she screamed his name, coming violently, her legs wrapping tightly around his head.
He stood up, stripping the remainder of his clothes off. He stood there, watching her pant. Lightning flashed, her sweaty body briefly glowed white. He had never wanted someone so bad.
“I’m so not done with you yet.” he said softly, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
“Tony, please, no more…too much!” she pleaded as he climbed into bed next to her. He took his hand and ran it the full length of her pussy. She moaned as he lightly rubbed her swollen clit with his fingertip. Thunder rumbled overhead.
“You’re so wet, how can you say no more? Don’t you want me?” he purred in her ear.
“Oh my God Tony, I want you so bad. I want you in me.” she said breathlessly.
She grabbed his head and kissed him long and slow. His hand wandered back down to her mound. He thrust one finger, then two into her aching twat. Her hips bucked in rhythm with his hand.
“Is that what you want?” he growled. “Talk to me baby, tell me what you need.”
“Oh oh oh oh oh…yesyesyesyes…gonna cum…oh fuck Tony! FUCK!!” she screamed as he hit her G-spot, sending her spiraling into yet another mind-blowing orgasm.
“Flip over.” Tony demanded before Kristy could even catch her breath. She did as she was told.
Tony pulled her up by her hips, burying his cock into her with one hard thrust. She screamed, holding on to the blanket so she wouldn’t go head first off the bed.
“Hold on darlin’, you’re going on the ride of your life.” he grunted as he pounded her furiously. He reached under her, roughly kneading her left tit, as he kept up his relentless pace.
“I’m…gonna…blow! Come with me Kristy, let go!” he yelled.
He spilled his seed deep within her, just as she arched her back, letting go for the final time. She collapsed face first into the bed, trying in vain to catch her breath. Tony fell down next to her, rolling on to his side. She looked over at him. He gave her a sleepy grin.
“Damn. I’d say that was worth waiting for.” she said contentedly.
He draped his arm over her bare back. “Mmm hmm. I’d say so. Now what?” he asked, just as sleepy.
“I don’t know. It’s 3:30 in the morning. Let’s talk about that later, OK?” she said with a yawn, not wanting to over think things at that hour.
They climbed under the covers, falling into a deep sleep. Tony entwined his legs with hers as the rain gently fell against the window.
I first met Martin when I was at a shitty bar in New York, drinking every guy there under the table, smashed out of my brains. I remember wearing an old college sweatshirt, the NYU cracked and faded, and some short shorts that showed a little too much skin. I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t some skinny bitch either, and I wasn’t going around like I was better than everyone else. I wasn’t a whore- I didn’t sleep with many people and I had some fucking class. At the time, my hair was a dark brown, wiry and untamed like the Muses in the old paintings, and my lips were always coated in red, and at the time I wore thick rectangular glasses that gave me a childish look.
I slammed my fist on the waxed wooden counter and demanded the bartender to give me another rum punch, and some guy, hoping to fool around with me, fronted the bill. I downed it with ease and smiled in satisfaction as my competitor slumped to the floor, passed out in all of his glory. A chorus of cheers roared in my defense. Nobody, to my dismay, challenged me, but many asked me home, thinking that I was baked beyond reason- I am surprisingly cunning when drunk- and these people were blatantly refused.
I heard the opening of the bar door, and turned around, livid eyed, waiting for the poor sap eager to lose a bet. I was the most attractive broad in the bar, and expected to be greeted flirtatiously.
But to my dismay, the newcomer was a woman. She seemed pretty on the outside, if a little butch for my tastes (not that I had tastes, I didn’t swing that way) –her hair trickled past her shoulders in a small wave of black- her eyelashes were long, and she was flat-chested and dressed masculine-ly.
“Guinness,” said the stranger.
It was a man’s voice. At first I thought, is this a fucking tranny? Are you shitting me? Upon further inspection, the newbie’s attributes were most definitely male. He had the fine appearance of stubble across his chin, which was cleft; his eyes shone an enigmatic blue, his hands were rough and calloused and big; hair graced his arms, not much, but it rose in small wires. I smelled his scent. He smelled like cologne and sweat and sex, and for the first time I felt a strange sort of desire well up within me. What a fucking gorgeous man.
“Hello,” he turned to me, satisfied with his beer, downing it in a few gulps.
“Hey,” I said, warily nursing my latest gin and tonic. “You new in town? Never seen you before.”
He laughed, melodiously, his tone low in his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, the faintest perception of sweat on his skin.
“I’m an art student. I’m here from Savannah, hoping to get my masters.”
Ooh, an artist…how intriguing.
“Cool. What brings you here?”
“Photography,” he answered candidly. No you asshole, I meant what brings you to this bar.
“What do you photograph?”
I felt a shiver run through me.
“What kind of women?”
He shrugged. “Beautiful women.”
I almost expected him to say “like yourself” at the end of that, but then if he was from SCAD, well, he had to have some credit behind his claims. Not all guys wanted to hit on me, God. Suddenly his hand was in front of my face. I shook it firmly, amused by how his hand consumed mine.
“Martin,” he said.
“What?” I remained staring at his hands, feeling their smooth texture.
“Oh. I’m Carmen,” I answered.
Martin smiled. “You definitely have some Spanish in you.”
The remaining time I drank at the bar, all I noticed was Martin’s hands- on the handle of the beer stein filled with the black, oozing scum that was Guinness- on the pen as he signed his check, and most importantly, on my arm, on my shoulder, near my thigh. For the first time, I knew overpowering desire. I wanted those hands- with their softness and their grace- on my body, finding places I didn’t know existed, running along my back, gripping my hair. I wanted those hands to make me come.
After he signed his bill, he looked at me and offered me a charming smile.
“Shall we go?” he asked, expertly, deftly, delicately.
“Go where?” I feigned skepticism.
Martin leaned down and whispered in my ear, his lips so close it made my skin tingle. “I want to take pictures of you.”
Again, the desire flooded my veins. I followed him blindly, like a sheep.
He led me to this fancy hotel- the Parisian looking ones that every child wants to stay at when they are in the city. It reminded me of The Plaza in that book my mother read to me when I was young- Eloise.
Martin opened the door and ran to his camera bag, pulling out a Nikon with the biggest lens I had ever seen. The room felt grand, bourgeois, luxurious. The walls were covered in a black and white fleur-de-lis pattern, the bathroom had granite countertops, there were Monet prints on the wall, and the single bed- a black four-poster loomed in the middle, the white of its sheets begging to be corrupted. A leather armchair relaxed like an old friend in the corner.
The window loomed in the background, the glorious insomniac city gleaming in, illuminating the room in a pallid glow.
“Stay there,” Martin began, excitedly; “The lighting’s perfect.”
I stayed there, as he asked, and stared at him confused, my lips in a small pout. I heard the click of the camera, and feeling vainglorious and sexy, leaned on my hips, my hands on them, and a brilliant smile on my face. Click, click.
“Put your hands in your hair,” he demanded. I was happy to oblige, knotting my fingers in the inky tendrils, smirking lasciviously as the camera offered its satisfying sound. Getting frisky, I removed my sweatshirt, and underneath it there was nothing save for my bra- a lacy little thing, black, flattering as it cupped my 34 Cs. I felt inward satisfaction as I felt them bounce and settle with the lifting of my arms. I saw Martin from the corner of my eye, snapping away, fascinated. My shorts fell to the ground. He whistled under his breath upon seeing the sheer black boyshorts I wore, mostly for my own amusement. His mouth hung, slightly agape at my poses- the sensual artificial light of the city pooling at my feet.
“Do you want to take some nude shots?” I offered, coquettishly. He merely nodded, not trusting his words.
The bra fell to the ground, revealing the tits that all the boys wanted to grab in high school. The nipples were pert with the change in temperature, aroused by the sudden cool air. My panties dropped languidly to the floor, my hips bobbing to and fro, just to tease poor Martin. I prayed he didn’t notice the spot of white in those black shorts from the sheer sexuality of the situation, my delight in having my picture taken. I fluttered my eyelashes at the photographer, now underneath my spell. In a pouty voice, I addressed him.
“Martin,” I whispered.
He made a noise of acknowledgement. I looked him dead in the eye and he put his camera down, paying full attention to me, and I loved it. He cocked his head to the side.
I found myself shocked at the quickness with which he rose, and striding across the room, he put his hands on my shoulders and his lips against mine. His lips were soft, but with the rough edge of a man. His mouth attacked mine, devouring me with one kiss. His tongue was skilled, and when it brushed mine the right way, I shivered against him. He kissed like a man who wanted to please a woman should. I lost my feistiness beneath those lips. My hands groped his shirt, furiously undoing the buttons and roughly pulling it down in order to get a glimpse of that alabaster skin. His hands, soft, tender, were around my back, supporting me, one found its way to my ass and grabbed it. I wanted to devour Martin, I wanted to consume him. He inconspicuously slipped off his shoes and socks and kicked them to the side. His pants followed, revealing the tent in his boxers.
My hands were all over him, behind his ear, running through his long ashen hair, gripping his back. My lips nipped at his neck, his nipples, finding their way down. I took off his boxers with my teeth. His cock was large, bigger than most, and I took it in my hand immediately, pumping it, listening to the groans that passed through his parted lips. I replaced the hand with the mouth, sucking lightly, caressing the head. He gripped my hair roughly, forcing me down on it, and I let him, teasing him with my tongue, my teeth, my throat.
“No more or I’ll come,” he pleaded, and when I rose, he pushed me against the bed, his mouth hot and needy on my neck. Sweat lubricated our skin, his body loomed over mine. He took my breasts in his hands and fondled them, teasing the nipple with his thumb, his tongue. I moaned, gripped his back, feeling the heat go straight between my legs. I was so wet with juices I could barely stand it. He continued to tease my tits, biting, suckling like a newborn. I felt his hard-on against my leg.
“Goddammit,” I cursed, “stop teasing me.”
He laughed the sound sending chills down my body as I felt his hand dip between my legs, reveling in the slick honey of my sex. To my enjoyment, he licked some of it off of his fingers before stroking once more. God, I had never been so turned on in my life. His fingers teased me, played with me, refusing to touch my clit. In impatience and need, I thrust my hips against him, begging him to touch the little bud that would send me to heaven and beyond.
“Shhh,” he whispered, a groan, “Let’s not be in a hurry.”
I felt the tip of his cock sliding along my slit, and moaned in anticipation, delighted at the squishy sounds all of the juices I had conjured up were making.
“Martiiiin,” I whimpered, “Goddamn you, fuck me.”
Suddenly he had sheathed himself entirely in me, and I let out a loud cry of both surprise and pleasure.
“You’ve been bad,” he whispered sensually, groaning at the feeling of being inside a woman, “You let me take dirty pictures of you. You loved it, didn’t you?”
His hand fingered my clit, flicking the bud repeatedly, making me whine with the overwhelming hotness of it. “Yess,” I whimpered, thrusting my hips against him, begging him to move within me, “I love it when you take pictures of me.”
“It makes you wet,” he continued, his tongue lapping at the inside of my ear.
“Yess,” I sobbed, wanting him to move. He flicked his thumb over my neglected nipple, causing a new jolt of pleasure to be sent to my groin. I moaned, my senses heightened by arousal.
“Please,” I cried, along with his name, and slowly he started rocking within me.
“Like this?” he crooned, his hand still teasing my pert nipple. I groaned.
“Harder,” I managed to whisper. He thrust harder, pounding me. My breath came in little moans and whines and sighs as I felt him moving in and out of me, his cock hitting somewhere that made me tremble with pleasure, weep with wetness.
“Now what?” he mused, his groans filling the air as well, heightening mine. “Nnn,” I moaned, “Touch my clit!” He continued thrusting into me, putting my legs above my head so my entrance was tighter to him. Choked cries of passion found their way from me. I was being devoured.
“Here?” he chortled, mid-groan, as he brushed his thumb over the nub of skin. I moaned loudly. “God yes, there,” I screamed. I heard him spat on his hand and then I felt the cool slickness of his newly-lubed fingers rubbing me, and I could no longer stifle the chorus of sounds echoing from me.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned as he found his way deeper inside of me. I heard the sound of his balls slapping against my ass, and I cried for him. The sensations were overwhelming me, choking me, each thrust was better than the next, his groans sent pulsating heat through my veins…
“Martiiin, I’m gonna…” I didn’t even finish that sentence before I felt my orgasm ram all of my senses, force a loud final moan out of me. And right after, I heard a loud moan from Martin, and felt his seed drenching me inside.
“Shiiit” he said in a sudden panic, pulling out, realizing he’d forgotten the condom in his car. I groaned at his absence. “Relax, I’m on the pill,” I managed to choke out, calming his state of frenzy. I curled into his chest.
“I came so hard,” I whispered.
He chuckled and said to me-
“Next time you should wear stockings.”
Thank you all for the amazing comments, I was very touched by them. Reading your feedback literally puts a smile on my face for days.
Sorry that this chapter was a bit delayed, I was out sick for a couple days, and my brain just does not work well in that state, so I didn’t get much writing in. Unfortunately the next chapter will probably be delayed a bit longer than this one, because I will be out of town for a week. I usually post updates to my profile page, and I promise to start putting dates on them now, since I just realized that there weren’t any.
Finally, while I hope I did a good enough job identifying the meanings of different text formats in the body of the story, I thought I would give a quick rundown, just in case:
“This is verbal speaking, the text is normal and there are quotes enclosing what the character is saying.”
“This is speaking mind to mind. There are still quotes, but the text is italicized.”
This is a character’s personal thoughts. It is italicized and without quotes.
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Max woke as he realized he was both extremely content and very uncomfortable. It was an interesting mix of feelings, and not a combination he had experienced before. He was content because Lisa was sleeping in his arms, and was cuddling up against him. He was uncomfortable because sleeping on the edge of the couch was not exactly relaxing, though he had slept in worse places.
He focused on Lisa again, looking at her soft face, tendrils of her dark hair curling over her eyes. He brushed it away, liking the silky feel as it slid between his fingers.
He smiled as he realized that her height meant he didn’t have to bend over so far to kiss her. He had always been unusually tall. In his time he had been considered something of a giant. It was a bit of a relief to him that average heights had changed over the centuries. He was still tall by current standards, but not abnormally so.
Lisa shifted against him and put a leg over him in her sleep. He froze as he had another realization. Her height meant that their bodies matched up quite well, and as he felt her warmth against him, he began to react.
Max clamped down on his reaction and decided that the couch was not the place to spend the rest of the night. Gently he moved her leg off of him, and quietly slid his legs to the floor. Lisa clung to him more tightly as she felt him shift away from her, and he smiled, warmed by her need for him.
He kept his upper body near hers as he slid his arms under her, and then proceeded to gently lift her up from the couch. He didn’t display it often, but he had been stronger than he looked before the transformation. After he was changed, his strength had increased exponentially and Lisa was no burden at all.
Max carried her down the hall and saw that Lisa’s bedroom door was closed. He thought about it briefly, noting that she seemed to always keep it shut. Like she said, she doesn’t trust others easily. The bedroom is personal space, so she doesn’t let everyone see it, he thought to himself.
Max took the option that was less likely to upset her, not to mention just plain easier, and went for the open door of his room, placing her gently on the bed. As he lay her down, he realized that she wasn’t releasing her arms from around his neck. He chuckled softly as she continued to cling to him in her sleep, and rather than try to free himself, climbed over her to get onto the other side of the bed.
Her body gravitated right into him again as soon as she felt him lay down next to her. Max rubbed his hand up and down her back to soothe her, and frowned a bit as he realized she was still wearing her bra. He knew that those were not comfortable for a woman to sleep in, but after everything he had just gone through to keep her asleep, he had no intention of waking her up now.
Max decided to try to remove it himself, not that he needed much convincing. He even managed to do it without removing her shirt, though he was amazed he didn’t wake her. She must be exhausted to sleep through all this, he thought to himself.
Max thought about it for a moment, and realized that he hadn’t caught any signs of her being this tired. He decided that in the interest of his current role as her protector, he needed to use his ability to assess her physical condition.
Typically this was something he only used to find an opponent’s strengths and weaknesses, or to figure out how close someone was to death. It was not an ability he tended to use outside of a combat situation, but he needed to know her true state.
As he looked into her, he was shocked by what he saw. She had appeared to be at full power and full capacity, and indeed, she had tremendous resources, but she was actually quite depleted. It amazed him that such a gentle woman had such iron will and strength inside her.
Her depletion concerned him though, and he chose to go deeper. It wasn’t something he did often because he sometimes found out more about a person than he, or they were comfortable with him knowing, but he felt it was necessary.
As he looked deeper, he felt some relief as he saw that she wasn’t in as bad a shape as he originally thought. Yes, she was depleted, but the energy was being replaced quickly as she slept, more quickly, in fact, than he had ever seen in anyone before. Curious he looked to see if he could figure out the source, and was almost physically rocked back as he was suddenly thrown out of her.
“Do not push your luck son of dragons. You are not the only protection she has.” He heard a stern voice say. He looked around and saw a figure at the foot of the bed. As he watched, it became more solid and he was able to see what looked like someone of Native American descent dressed in formal regalia, though he was unable to make out any real details. The look he was getting from the spirit, though, made him feel like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“We allowed you to look into her, but you overstepped your bounds. Don’t do it again.” The man said, and then disappeared. Max felt a bit shell shocked but the spirits weren’t done with him yet as another figure began to appear in the spot the man had stood.
“My but you are a handsome specimen of a man,” an old, wizened, and definitely female voice cackled at him. As he looked, the figure began to solidify into an ancient white haired woman with piercing eyes. “Don’t let old feather head scare you off,” she said with an amused smile. “He actually likes you or you would be passed out right now receiving some of the worst dreams of your life. In fact, knowing him, if he disliked you that much, he’d make sure those dreams would prevent you from ever ‘performing’ again!” She cackled at the look on his face as her last statement registered with him, and it wasn’t a comfortable sound.
The old woman looked him sharply in the eye, and he felt like he was being tested. Finally she said, “You’re good for each other, don’t doubt it. Now, forget us and sleep.” she commanded and she too faded away.
Max was unable to resist, and drifted off.
Lisa was slowly waking from the best night’s sleep she’d had in months, and her mind was starting to sort what was dream and what was real. She felt herself pressed up against a warm body and her drifting mind decided it was an after image of a very pleasant dream. She clung to her dream state, feeling so content that she wanted it to last a bit longer before she woke in her very empty bedroom.
Of course, as usual, once she began to wake there was no holding onto her dreamy state, no matter how pleasant it was. As she slowly became more alert, she realized that the content feeling of snuggling up to another body was not dissipating. That realization brought her mind instantly to full wakefulness and she opened her eyes to see Max’s sleeping form next to her.
All in a rush she remembered the previous night and smiled as she reveled in the warmth and happiness she felt waking up next to him. Then she registered that they were sleeping in his room rather than the couch, but she had no memory of coming here herself. She realized that he must have carried her, and the fact that he had managed to do it without waking her impressed her immensely.
She thought of the strength it would have taken, and a little shiver of desire ran down her body. After all, as tall as she was, it wasn’t easy to carry her smoothly, and if he’d jostled her, she knew she would have woken instantly.
Lisa also realized that while she was wearing the same clothes as last night, her bra was gone. It was almost as if that one item had magically vanished, leaving everything else as it was.
She blushed a little, and lingered briefly over thoughts of the skill Max had displayed in doing all of this. She studied his sleeping form and blushed a little more as her mind inevitably wandered into less pure territory and gave her a couple of graphic visuals to go with it.
Lisa pulled her thoughts out of the gutter, and studied his face instead. It was angular with a wide brow, firm jaw and close cropped dark hair. She knew he kept his hair that short so it couldn’t be grabbed in a fight. Max very much reflected the warrior she knew he was, from the simple and practical way he dressed, to the smooth way he moved.
Lisa relaxed, appreciating the moment of just being there with Max, and once again felt that flush of pleasure move through her body. She moved her face to the join between his neck and shoulder, and nuzzled into that sensitive spot, enjoying his spicy masculine scent.
Max woke with a smile. He looked at her for a moment, and then tilted his head to mimic her actions. Lisa shivered as he teasingly kissed her neck, clinging to him a little tighter in response.
He smiled at her obvious pleasure, and then pulled back again to look into her eyes. “Good morning,” he smiled at her as he spoke.
“Good morning,” she replied giving him a happy smile in return.
Max felt a sense of satisfaction drift over him as he held her and saw her smile light up her face. He didn’t know what, but something seemed to have settled for him as he slept, and he felt at peace for the first time in a very long time.
As he basked in the relaxation that sense of peace brought him, he felt his passion rise, and once again had to push it down. This could get old very quickly, he thought to himself. Still, he had learned his patience and control over the course of centuries, and he was not going to be ruled by his anatomy.
Maybe by hers though, his mind countered, and he quickly shut down that line of thought before it got him into trouble. After all, he might have tremendous control, but there was no point in testing his limits unnecessarily. Max knew that as difficult as it was, it would be much more rewarding in the end if he didn’t rush her. Of course, like any good General, he also planned to take advantage of every moment leading up to that point to fan her passion.
He caressed her cheek gently, “I love your smile,” he said softly, “Your whole face lights up.”
She looked away briefly in a moment of shyness at his compliment, but then met his eyes again. “Thank you,” she said softly, and then paused for a moment as if considering something. “How did you get me in here, and … uh, make me more comfortable without waking me?”
He chuckled softly at her indirect way of questioning him about her bra, and she felt the vibration through her chest, “Very carefully,” he answered with a satisfied smile. “Don’t worry, I did everything through your shirt, so I didn’t look. I just know how … restrictive it can be, so I thought you’d appreciate having things loosened up a bit.”
Lisa shivered a little at the double entendre and ran her hands down Max’s back, embracing him again. He returned her embrace, and then she gently pulled away. “As much as I’m enjoying this,” she said with a smile, “I do need to go into work today. We’ve got a meeting scheduled that I have to attend. We’re getting set to go through some updates and upgrades on our website as well as on some of our backend software, and they kind of need me so they know our requirements.”
Lisa paused for a moment and continued with uncertainty in her voice. “I’m not certain what you want to do today. You can stay here, or you can come into the office with me, but that might prove to be boring for you…” she trailed off at the look on Max’s face.
His expression had turned serious and taken on a harder edge. “The reason I came to your home in the first place was to protect you. I can hardly do that if I am here and you are somewhere else. I will come with you as your bodyguard,” he said decisively.
Lisa could feel the tension in Max’s body and realized she must have unwittingly struck a nerve, though she wasn’t quite certain what it was. “I understand, I’ve just never needed a bodyguard before.”
Lisa felt some of the tension leave his body, and wondered if maybe he thought she was going to fight him on the bodyguard thing. No way, I’m not stupid. If Tiernan’s instincts say I need protection, I would have to be the biggest idiot on the face of the planet to ignore them.
Lisa also realized she should give Max a head’s up about the makeup of their staff. “By the way, you should probably know that we employ a lot of nonhumans as well as humans. My business partner’s a vampire, and we’ve got a few more of her people in various positions. We’ve also got a number of different weres, and some Talents, which is our catch all name for humans with extra abilities. All the humans we employ know about the others. We’re not so big a company that it’s become an issue.”
“That’s quite a mix, how do you keep the peace?” Max asked with surprise. He knew that politics between the various were groups could get sticky at best, not to mention the issues that arose between vamps and weres. He didn’t know enough about what she called Talents, but even so, he could think of a number of issues that could arise there too.
Lisa chuckled as she answered his question, “Mostly because they know they’ll be in deep kimchee if any of them break it. Since we know what we’re employing, they don’t have to work to hide things, and we’ll make allowances for them within reason. After all, there’s not a lot of employers that you can tell, ‘I’m going to be out the next few days because my mate just went into heat’ and expect to still have a job.
“There’s also the aspect of neutral ground for weres to get to know each other and other nonhumans. Most of the major were leaders have decided that fostering more understanding between races to reduce fights would be to their advantage. As a result, enforcement issues for them are reported to whoever that individual reports to. After all, even in the least social animal forms, there’s still some sort of hierarchy. It’s easier on all of us to let that person sort it out.
“As for the vamps, my business partner Keisha, is very high ranked, so she takes care of any issues there. From what I’ve seen, she’s powerful enough that nobody wants to annoy her, and she gets seriously annoyed when people waste her time because they can’t get along.
“We don’t usually have too many issues with the Talents, but when they arise I’m the one that handles them. With them, usually just the threat of losing their job is enough to take care of the problem.
“This is also a large part of the reason we have deliberately kept the company on the smaller scale rather than getting to the size of the big conglomerates. Not to mention it’s a bit of a headache to have to manage something that size. We’re big enough that we get what we need from it, without it taking over everything else. Keisha, quite frankly, doesn’t need the income, but she likes keeping busy and she has a great appreciation for irony.” Lisa said with a half smile.
“How so?” Max asked, intrigued.
Lisa laughed, “You’re gonna love this. Our company makes high end, high quality animal food and supplements.”
“Pet food? You have a vampire making pet food!?” Max said incredulously, laughing at the images that conjured up.
“In essence.” Lisa smiled to take the sting out of her next words. “Remember, though, our entire product line is human grade, and some of our lines are even kosher, so calling it pet food is a bit of a misnomer.”
“Point taken, still the idea of a vamp co-owning a company dedicated to food of any kind is pretty damned funny,” Max said as he laughed again.
Lisa smiled back, enjoying the sound of his laughter for a moment before continuing. “It’s also a reason that having weres in our employ works so well for us. They can give us a lot of direct feedback about the scent and taste of the mix and how to change it to make it more appetizing. A lot of them like it so much they even stock it at home and a lot of packs also tend to keep our stuff on hand. Remember, we’re not making dog or cat food, we’re making human food that’s a match for animal nutritional needs and tastes.
“We’ve even made strides into wild animal supplements and have found a great market again with the weres, but also with zoos and large animal trainers. It helps that we add a little extra oomph by attaching a bit of general healing energy to everything. It makes our competitors crazy when they try to duplicate our formula and they can’t get the same results.” Lisa chuckled a bit at that particular image.
Max laughed again at all the pictures this new knowledge conjured, “How ever did you end up with a vamp partner in an industry like that?”
Lisa smiled, “Pure chance. I ran into Keisha when I was called in to assist with one of her underlings. It was a situation that required an extended stay, and during the course of it, we discovered we worked well together. At some point I started talking about how I was home cooking all of Sasha’s food because I wasn’t happy with what was commercially available.
“I think I said something to her along the lines of ‘someone should start a company that makes human grade dog food.’ Keisha decided she liked the idea and that ‘someone’ should be me. The rest is history. The two of us are not only compatible in business, we’re good friends too. I think you’ll like each other.”
Max just gave her a small smile in reply. The truth was he hadn’t really spoken with many vamps. It tended to put a damper on conversation when the other person was trying to kill you. Still, from the sounds of it, this Keisha was not like most of the vamps he had met.
Lisa glanced at the time and shifted into high gear when she saw how late it was, “Come on, we need to get moving or I won’t have time review before the meeting.”
Lisa sighed and rubbed her temples briefly as she sat across from Keisha in their board room. It was Friday, the end of the week, and she couldn’t recall having ever having had to put out so many fires during the entire history of the business. They had had all manner of equipment failures, and just today had to discard an entire run of one of their most expensive supplements when it was found that for some reason, the healing energy wasn’t taking to the batch.
That particular point really concerned Lisa, and she had saved a portion of that batch to do further testing. There shouldn’t be anything that would prevent attaching energy, and she was disturbed.
If that weren’t enough, there even seemed to be some troubles brewing between two factions of weres, and while Lisa could and did notify the leaders in charge of the two groups, Alpha Smythson never seemed to tire of giving her headaches. If it weren’t for the fact that he was one of the more powerful packs in the area, and that he truly did want peaceful relations between nonhuman groups, she’d have stopped employing his people a long time ago so she wouldn’t have to deal with him.
About the only saving grace this week was that Lisa hadn’t been called on for any healing work. Well that, and having Max around, even though her hormones were driving her crazy.
His presence was both a pleasure and a concern for her. She practically melted anytime he touched her, and that worried her given their short acquaintance. Still, the more she learned about him, the more she was drawn to him. He was this amazing combination of warrior and gentleman, courteous and masculine, not to mention intelligent and honorable, and she got wet just thinking about him.
She had needed to change her underwear more frequently in the last week than at any point in her entire life. She had taken to carrying an extra pair in her purse so she had it handy while at work. He also didn’t miss much, and she suspected that he knew the effect he was having on her.
Of course it didn’t help that he would take any excuse to give her little touches or looks, not that she really minded beyond the underwear issue. He always seemed to know just how far to dance up to the line without crossing it. She was grateful for that since it kept his presence supportive rather than restrictive, even though it drove her desire for him to new highs.
Lisa sighed softly, her mind drifting to how well he had integrated himself into her life. He was a partner in every sense of the word. He even helped out, doing things like picking up Sasha from the neighbor on play-date days and washing dishes when she cooked for them. He looked out for her, and yes that was part of his job as her protector, but she had the feeling he would do that regardless, it was part of his nature.
In short, he put her comfort and needs above his own, something she did not take for granted. As a healer she was the one that often provided that service to others, and the fact that he did it for her meant more to her than all the pretty words in the world.
“Lisa, wake up!” Keisha’s silky voice interrupted Lisa’s musings. When she saw she had Lisa’s attention again she continued, “You were off in space somewhere, hon. Of course,” a sly smile appeared on her face, “with that fiery dragon you’ve got out there, I suppose I can’t blame you. Can’t say that I’d even make it into the office with him around, much less keep the hours I know you’ve been spending here.”
Lisa laughed, and felt her mood lighten up a bit. “You know my hours because you’ve been spending the same hours here yourself, and as for Max,” Lisa colored a bit, “We haven’t gotten to that level quite yet. A fact I’m sure you know with that sharp nose of yours,” Lisa said pointedly.
Keisha did indeed have a keen sense of smell, but her nose was also narrow and pointed, which gave her a sharp, almost fox-like look, complete with fiery red hair and a petite, feminine frame.
Keisha smiled at the joke and asked, “and why hasn’t it gotten to that level? You can’t tell me it’s for lack of interest” she paused and pointedly sniffed the air, “on either of your parts.”
Lisa sighed again, and knew that Keisha wasn’t going to let this go. Still, maybe it will do me some good to talk about it with her. Lord knows she’s got plenty of experience to draw on. Lisa looked over at Keisha ready and willing to listen, and she relaxed and just let herself talk. “You know my dating history, what little there is at any rate?”
“I’m feeling uncertain about this largely because of the speed. You know me, I don’t do one nighters, but you might not know the full reason why. For me there is no passion, no desire without an emotional connection to the person. I don’t do one nighters for the simple reason that I’ve never been turned on by someone unless I’ve gotten to know them first.”
Lisa paused, acknowledging Keisha’s surprised look, and then continued. “I even tried to force myself to do a one-nighter once, thinking that if I let things move along I’d get interested. It failed miserably.”
Lisa paused again at the memory of that night so many years ago, and then continued. “It … scares me that suddenly here I am, barely able to keep my hands off someone. That just doesn’t happen to me, and” Lisa paused searching for what she was really feeling, “I think I mistrust it.”
“Do you think someone else is influencing you two?” Keisha asked quietly.
Lisa felt a little startled, she hadn’t considered that idea. She looked inside herself to see if she could detect any influences. She came up empty, and then the last conversation with her guide around his fire flashed into her mind, and she relaxed. “No, or at least if there is, it’s not malevolent.”
“Then what don’t you trust about this?” Keisha asked, knowing full well that her friend had sharper instincts for something that was off than anyone else she knew.
“I don’t know, I …” Lisa went silent a moment, and the answer came to her. She whispered quietly as she looked down at the polished wood of the table, “myself, I don’t trust myself.”
Keisha was a bit relieved that that’s all it was. “Well hon, that’s just plain stupid and you know it,” she said, returning to her style of direct communication and startling Lisa into looking back up at her. “Ain’t you always the one talking about acceptin’ things that get handed to you by the Universe? Seems to me you’ve been lookin’ a gift horse in the mouth.” Keisha’s drawl began to come out a bit, which only happened when she felt strongly about what she was saying.
Lisa realized that Keisha was right and smiled at her business partner as she suddenly felt clarity for the first time since meeting Max, “You’re right, I just needed a kick in the pants to see it.”
Keisha laughed, “Anytime hon, it’s my pleasure.”
Lisa smiled and then switched gears. “Now, back to business, so I can get home and, ahem, stop looking at that horse’s mouth.”
“…and maybe start looking at a few more interesting parts.” Keisha finished with a suggestive leer, which had both women bursting with laughter.
Max chose that moment to enter the board room followed by a slender vamp in a mechanic’s jumpsuit. Max noticed Lisa turning a bit redder when she saw him, and given her reaction, he assumed he’d been the topic of conversation. He just raised an eyebrow at the two women and waited for them to get themselves under control.
When they’d calmed down again he simply said, “It’s good to see the two of you laugh, but I’m afraid we’re going to be the bearers of some bad news. Phil, why don’t you go ahead and tell them.”
The slender young man stepped forward and eyed the two nervously. He was obviously not comfortable with speaking directly to the higher ups. “Well the short version is you’ve got a saboteur.”
Keisha and Lisa both shot up in their chairs, all traces of their humor disappearing to be replaced with anger and concern.
Phil produced a piece he had pulled from one of the machines. “I knew the problem on your tablet press was in the controller unit. I had an idea of what it might be, and a way to fix it quick without having to completely replace the unit. So I pulled it and opened it up, and uh, well it’s been tampered with,” he said pointing at a pair of wires that had been spliced together. “Usually I would have just pitched the unit without lookin’ in it, since they’re usually more trouble ‘n they’re worth to repair, but uh ummm…” Phil trailed off, seemingly letting his nerves get the better of him.
Lisa gave him an encouraging smile, waiting for him to continue. “Well, you see, ma’am, umm ma’ams uhh…” Phil took another deep breath starting to turn slightly red and continued, “I wanted to see if I was right or not about the repair. I promise if I’d ‘a been wrong I wouldn’t ‘ve charged you for the extra time.”
Keisha gave him a slightly seductive smile and spoke in a voice like warm chocolate, “Don’t worry Phil, we believe you. The fact is you have helped us with your curiosity, and we appreciate that.”
Phil was now entering the color family of a beet, something very interesting and almost comical to see in a vamp, but he also seemed to calm down a bit. It seemed that his main concern was getting in trouble over wasting time, and Max assumed his superior was probably a bit too tight on the time clock, not knowing how to properly manage an asset like Phil.
Phil handed the unit, wrapped in paper towels, over to Keisha. Keisha tried to sift through the smells attached to it, but found that too many people had been in and around the unit to make it possible to detect the saboteur.
“They’re either lucky, or know something about hiding their scent, there’s too much on this, there’s no way I’ll be able to get anything useful from it.”
“Yes ma’am,” Phil continued. “I checked also as soon as I saw what had been done, but I had the same problem.”
Keisha glanced briefly at Lisa, and Max knew there was a moment of communication there, before Keisha spoke again. “Good work. In fact Phil, I know I speak for both of us here, when we say we are quite impressed. So impressed, that we are interested in offering you a position with us.”
Phil swallowed hard and his Adam’s apple bobbed a bit as his eyes got large. “With you?!” he exclaimed. “That would be, I mean… I have to check…”
“I know you are currently under Chan’s care, but Chan is under mine so if you are amenable to the idea, I don’t think there will be a problem with you working more … directly under me than you were before,” Keisha said with a hint of amusement.
Max wasn’t certain if she intended to follow through with both meanings on that last statement, and from the look of Phil, he wasn’t certain about it either as he nodded his acceptance.
Keisha paused as her eyes unfocused for a moment. “You have done excellent work here. You’ll find Sam, my assistant, waiting outside the door. I’ve already informed him as well as Chan about your change in position, and Sam will handle all the details.”
“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am!” the young vampire bowed to Keisha, and left to go meet up with Sam.
Lisa looked at Keisha, she was wondering about her desire to shift Phil’s position to their company. To Lisa’s way of thinking, a company making food and supplements was not the best use of the abilities of someone like Phil, not that she was unhappy having his skills at their disposal.
“Before you ask, I’ve been looking for a way to transfer Phil over to me without undermining Chan. Chan is useful, but his style is too … harsh for someone like Phil. Problem is, if I simply walked in and took possession of Phil, it would weaken Chan’s position with his people. By the same token, if Chan were simply to transfer Phil to me, that would also send a message of weakness. Chan deliberately put Phil in my path so we could set this up to be seen as Chan taking advantage of an opportunity to gain status. In short, it will look more like a political move. Not that that won’t be the case; I reward intelligence, and it takes an intelligent and long sighted person to recognize the potential in Phil and be willing to place him under another’s care so he can flourish and be an asset to all of us.
“For the time being, Lisa, I’d like to keep him here under the excuse of solving the various technical difficulties we’ve been having. Also, I know he’s a mechanical genius, but he’s recently started getting into the software side of things. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to bring him onto our upgrade team as an observer in addition to his duties on the factory floor.”
“I have no problem with that,” Lisa replied, and then gave Keisha a slightly suggestive grin. “He seems like he’s very eager to please.”
Keisha laughed, and Lisa noted a certain smoky look in her eye. It might turn out that he will be pleasing her in more ways than one, Lisa thought to herself. “Now back to this issue of the saboteur,” Lisa continued. “I told you about the incident that brought Max and Tiernan out of Underhill. I find the timing of all of this very coincidental, and as you know …”
“…You don’t believe in coincidences.” Keisha finished.
Lisa nodded and continued. “I am especially concerned about that batch that wouldn’t take the healing energy. That just shouldn’t happen. Ever.”
Lisa suddenly had a thought, “Hang on, let me check something.” She turned to her laptop and pulled up an inventory screen. “Crap. Did you know that shipment was intended for Alpha Smythson’s pack? It’s part of his standing monthly order.”
Keisha sucked in her breath, “Shit. I’m bringing in my people. Thank God we put a hold on all shipments.”
Lisa nodded, and then turned to Max to explain, “The Smythson pack is one of the strongest, if not THE strongest were pack in the area. He’s a royal pain in the ass to deal with, but he’s also clever and was the first Alpha to successfully integrate different were types into one pack. In short, he’s not someone you want to piss off unless you want a full scale war. Do you think Tiernan would be willing to send one of his people over this weekend to double check any inventory we’ve believe to be safe? The Fae sometimes catch things the rest of us don’t.”
Max’s eyes unfocussed for a moment, and Lisa knew she was checking in with Tiernan. He had told her a few days ago that he could do this, and Lisa knew that it was a high honor that Tiernan had granted Max that permission. Max’s eyes sharpened again, as he came back and said, “Tiernan says he’ll have someone here the day after tomorrow. The person he wants to send won’t be free till then. He says he’ll open a portal for them outside by your Ash tree.”
Lisa nodded in thanks and turned back to Keisha, “Also, if that vamp mage of yours is available, I’d love to have him check things over too. I also think we’re going to need to meet with Alpha Smythson in person and let him know about this since he’s being targeted.”
Keisha lifted her lip a bit in irritation, but nodded in agreement. “You’re right, I’ll arrange it. I’ll also make sure that Tolouse swings by this weekend to check things over. He’ll probably be quite willing. He doesn’t want an all out conflict with the weres any more than the rest of us do. We’ve been down that road before, and it’s taken both sides centuries to mend the damage.”
Lisa rubbed her temples again, “Ay, this just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Who would have thought that a company as simple as us could possibly be at the center point for something like this.”
“The way of the shadow walker is to be cunning, silent, and to strike without warning. Your shadow creature has learned this lesson well,” Keisha commented with a frown. “In fact, better than most of us who spend our lives in shadows. We are fortunate to have caught this at all.”
With a plan of action in place, Max and Lisa were headed back to her house, and for the first time this week, it was before dark. Lisa was lost in thought, trying to decide how she wanted things to progress this evening.
Max was also driving in thoughtful silence, considering an idea that he thought would help move things forward a bit between the two of them. “How are you feeling?” he broke the silence, “Are you tired, or up for doing something tonight?” he asked.
Lisa looked over at Max in interest, speculating about what he might have in mind. “As long as it isn’t work related, I’m in good shape.”
Max smiled, keeping his eyes on the road, “I’ll second that,” he said with enough heat in his voice to make his meaning clear. Max chuckled when he saw Lisa’s slight blush in his peripheral vision and then continued. “Keisha told me there was a local ballroom, and they had a social dance going on tonight where they’ll play mostly waltz. I haven’t filled my half of our bargain yet, so I thought maybe we could go if you’re up for it?”
Lisa sat up in excitement, “I’d love to! Do I have enough time to shower?”
Max checked the time display on the dash, “Yeah, you should have at least thirty minutes before things start, and you never have to show up right when a dance starts anyway,” Max said to her as they pulled into Lisa’s garage.
As soon as he turned off the engine, Lisa leaned over, placed her hands on his face, and kissed him. “Thank you,” she said as she leaned her forehead against his.
He stroked her cheek and said, “No, thank you. It’s because of you that the thought of waltz, of dance in general, no longer pains me. You gave me a great gift with that.”
Lisa pulled away slightly, looking him directly in the eye. “All I did was assist, you gave yourself that gift, and now you’re sharing that gift with me,” she told him with a smile as she kissed him again.
Max groaned softly as they separated again. “We’d better stop this if you want me to be able to leave the house,” he said, his voice slightly raspy.
Lisa smiled at him and squeezed his hand before they got out of the car and went inside.
Max had been left breathless when he saw Lisa emerge from her bedroom in her dress. It was a gorgeous sapphire blue that made her stand out as it hugged her curves, and flared out in a flowing skirt that would look fabulous on the dance floor. He rather thought that she enjoyed the way he looked as well, given the way she had inhaled and smiled appreciatively at him.
Up to now, Max had been wearing either casual clothes or business attire. Lisa thought he looked great in just about anything he wore, but then she saw him in a formal suit and she had the urge to jump him right there. He was dressed all in black, and the lines were clean and modern, emphasizing his air of strength and power. Lisa couldn’t wait to dance with him.
The two of them had just arrived and Max took her out onto the floor. She already knew he was a good dancer, but here, with a dance he knew, he became exceptional. Max felt solid and confident against her, using his customary grace to advantage on the floor. Lisa relaxed completely in his arms, feeling absolutely secure in his ability to keep her safe and not run her into anyone else. She was left breathless and elated as Max twirled her around the floor, smiling at her the entire time.
They danced to several more songs, and then took a break. Max stole a quick kiss once he had escorted her to the sidelines again. Lisa then noticed a slight frown on his face, and followed his gaze to see a woman who was probably in her sixties or seventies seated on one of the chairs across the room. He turned back to her and asked, “Would you mind if we had different partners for this next one? That woman over there is being totally ignored.”
Lisa smiled at him, touched at his consideration for others. “Not a problem, it’s normal in salsa for couples to dance with different partners, so it’s not a big deal to me. In fact, I think I spotted a young man over there that’s been too nervous to ask anyone so far.”
Max kissed her lightly again before they separated, and Lisa saw the woman’s face brighten when she realized he was approaching her. She shook her head briefly, the men here were idiots. That woman was probably a better dancer than most of the ladies here, and judging from her face, was probably kinder too. Lisa approached the young man she had noted earlier. He smiled briefly at her, and seemed surprised that she was approaching him.
“I know it’s usually the men’s job to ask, but do you want to dance?” she asked with a smile.
“I’m not very good,” he said, fear written all over his face.
“Doesn’t matter,” Lisa said, still grinning at him. “I’m here to have fun, not to compete. How about it?”
He smiled nervously and took her hand. It was obvious that the young man was a beginner, but she noted he had a pretty good sense of timing, and a pretty clear lead for someone so new. If he kept with it, he would undoubtedly become an excellent lead, and she told him so, making him flush with the compliment.
“Thank you, that was fun,” she said to him with a smile as the dance ended.
“Thank you, you’re a great dancer,” he said, obviously still nervous.
Lisa grinned at him, ignoring the compliment and said, “I expect another dance from you, but you have to ask me next time.”
“Uh, okay,” he said nervously. “Thanks!”
Lisa nodded, and looked around for Max, and saw that he had asked a young girl to dance, who was obviously out of her element. She smiled at him, as she caught his eye, and he smiled back at her, the two of them in an unspoken agreement to get more people out onto that floor.
Through the course of the evening, Lisa had found herself even more drawn to Max than she was before, something she didn’t think possible. The fact that he had noticed and done something about the ladies that were not being asked to dance touched her deeply, especially since she still remembered being one of those wallflowers herself.
Max had proven a kindness and consideration that she did not often find in others, while still always coming back to her and letting her know she was his focus. She knew there was nobody in the dance hall that had any doubt the two of them were together. The first lady he had asked to dance had even come up to her to say “Better hold on to that one, miss, he’s a keeper!”
The music closed again, and Lisa thanked her partner, feeling Max approaching. She turned around, and sure enough he was standing behind her, still looking amazing after a full night of dancing. He smiled, and took her hand, just as the next song began. Lisa recognized the opening notes of Norah Jones’ ‘Come Away with Me,’ and melted into Max as he matched his movements to the soft, romantic feel of the song.
Their steps became long, making Lisa feel like a bird floating on the wind, and the way Max was holding and looking at her made her feel like they were the only two people on the floor, like a princess in a Disney movie dancing with her prince.
As the song ended, Max spun Lisa back in from an extension, and wrapped his arms around her. She kissed him, and then moved her mouth up to his ear. “Let’s go home.”
Max shivered a little at the feel of her breath against his ear, and the hint of more to come that was in her voice. He kept his grip on her waist, as they walked off the floor.
Max was grateful the drive back was short. There was a current running between the two of them, and it was difficult to keep his focus on the road.
Finally, we’re here he thought with relief as he pulled into the garage again. He turned off the engine and was surprised to suddenly have Lisa pressed up against him, kissing him deeply. He held her and kissed her back just as passionately, running one hand up to her neck, and the other around her waist, holding her against him.
When they finally came up for air, Lisa looked at him with smoky passion obvious in her hazel eyes. “Why don’t we finish this inside?” She asked.
Max removed the seatbelt and got out of the car in record time, entering the house first to make certain all was safe. He felt a thrill of anticipation run through him as he checked everything and came back to Lisa’s side.
As she let Sasha out one more time for the evening, he picked up her free hand, and used his thumb to lightly stroke the sensitive skin. He kept contact with her, building up the electricity that was already running between them.
Lisa leaned her back against his chest as he circled his arms around her. He softly kissed her neck, as she shivered and pressed a little harder against him. He smiled lightly, it hadn’t taken him long to figure out that her neck was a major hot spot, and he was taking advantage of that now.
They let Sasha back in, and then Lisa pulled away slightly, taking Max’s hand with a smile, and leading him to her bedroom. Max was surprised. Up to now, while they had been spending nights together, it had always been in his room. It would seem that she had decided to let him in, in more ways than one.
He felt a thrill of happiness, and followed her in, gathering her up in his arms. He kissed her tenderly, acknowledging her trust in him with his lips.
Max slid his hand up her neck into her dark hair to release the clasp that was keeping it tied back. He ran his fingers through her long silky locks, enjoying the feel as the soft strands slid across his fingers. He kissed her again, this time passionately, Lisa matching him as their lips melted together in the fiery heat of their desire.
Max wasn’t holding back anymore, and Lisa had finally let down the last of her own barriers. She pressed against him harder than before, and pulled his jacket down from his shoulders. He let go of her briefly to let the jacket fall to the floor, before sliding his hands to the skin exposed by the back of her dress, reveling in the soft feel of her against him. Lisa gave him a heated smile and stepped back from him a moment, sliding her arms sensually against his as she moved away.
She turned with a cat-like grin, putting her back to Max, and looking over her shoulder at him in a playful way. He stood, waiting to see what she was going to do, and watched, dumbstruck, as she slowly unzipped her dress, revealing her pale flesh, and then slid each arm out of the straps, letting the fabric glide across her skin.
Still holding the dress up, she swayed her hips. A moment later she let it fall and stepped out of it, still giving him her mischievous smile. Max inhaled sharply as he raked his eyes over her tall, curvy frame, her ass accentuated by her blue lace underwear. She turned seductively in her heels, bringing her full breasts into view, clad in a matching blue lace bra with the rosy pink of her nipples peaking through.
Lisa slinked back up to him, it was the only word he could think of to describe it, and put her arms around his neck. Max was amazed. He had half expected that she would be timid and nervous, and he was surprised and excited to see this side of her emerge. He never would have guessed that this lay beneath her serene exterior.
He grabbed her to him, running his hands down her sides to her perfect ass, pressing her against him so she could feel his reaction for herself. She smiled and rubbed herself against him before sliding her hands down his shoulders to start unbuttoning his shirt.
“Hang on, this is faster,” he said gruffly once she had gotten the top buttons undone, and he pulled his dress shirt over his head, causing Lisa to giggle. She was certain she heard a few buttons go, and something about that turned her on even more. He pulled her against him, and Lisa reveled in the feel of his bare chest against her, his back under her hands, and his hardness pressing at her through his pants. She sighed as she lifted a leg to wrap it around his thigh, exposing more of her heat to his hardness.
Suddenly Lisa felt her feet fly out from under her, losing her shoes in the process. “Fuck!” she yelped as Max lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
He grinned in amusement, it was the first time he’d heard her curse. “Yes, I believe we’re getting to that,” he said, as he lay her down on the soft sheets.
Lisa giggled and blushed slightly, a thrill of anticipation running through her at his words. She pulled him towards her, wanting to feel his talented lips and tongue against hers again.
He moved in, but veered downwards to her throat, kissing in the hollow, and then sucking and licking to either side. Lisa moaned softly, throwing her head back and exposing more of her neck to him.
Max loved her response, and held off moving any lower until she started arching her chest up and actively trying to push him lower. He smiled and kissed his way down between the V of her breasts, still clad in the lacy bra. He slid his hands up and began massaging her soft globes, carefully avoiding the hard peaks straining against the fabric.
“Please, Max, stop teasing!” she pleaded.
He grinned, delighted at her need, and paused a moment letting her wonder if he would grant the request or not. Then quick as lightning, he latched onto one of her rosy peaks through the thin lace.
She arched up against him and dug her fingers into his back, gasping as he gently nipped her, flicking against the rough lace with his tongue. Lisa felt each nip shoot straight to her groin, making her even wetter.
Not wanting to neglect her other side, Max teasingly trailed his mouth across her skin, while using his fingers on the soft globe he had just left. Lisa moaned as he licked through the lace before gently nipping at the second nipple.
As she arched her back again in response, Max slid his hands under her and undid her bra. Lisa pulled the straps off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor, feeling a little shiver of anticipation as her breasts were now completely exposed to Max’s heated gaze.
He held her passion filled eyes with his smoldering ones and simply said, “Gorgeous,” before his warm mouth moved over her bare flesh. He alternated nips amongst gentler licking and sucking, and Lisa was on fire with the mix of sensations it caused. Max was driving her so high she felt ready to levitate right off the bed.
“…And we’re just getting started.” Max’s voice suddenly caressed across her mind. Startled she looked down at him, as he looked up and smiled at her with her rosy peak still in his mouth. The sight sent another bolt of electricity through her.
Lisa pulled Max up, and he came this time, suckling on her nipple till he moved too high and it popped out of his mouth. Lisa kissed him, letting her lips express how she felt as she responded to his mental contact. “I never knew that this could be a caress too” Lisa said to him, opening her mind to him so he could see first-hand how he made her feel.
As she relaxed some of her controls she was caught off guard, and a maelstrom of passion and lust crash over her. Lisa immediately knew better than to fight it, and tried to ride with it instead, her entire body arching and her legs wrapping around Max in a vice grip as the heat coursed through her. She realized that she was experiencing his passion as well as her own, and that the two combined had amplified the feelings. She damped down her empathy, bringing the surge down to more manageable levels.
Lisa opened her eyes, and could tell by the look on his face, that Max had felt that as well.
“Wow,” was all he could say for a moment.
“Sorry…” Lisa said before Max cut her off with another kiss.
Don’t be, I thought it was amazing. Can you keep doing it?” he asked her, his mental voice caressing her again.
Lisa shuddered in reaction, and opened a more controlled empathic link between them. This time it was less overwhelming, and enhanced every touch, highlighting every place their bodies were in contact. She was amazed at the echo of what Max felt when she touched him, and vice versa. She had never before allowed such a personal connection, and her heart soared with joy in the experience.
Lisa’s skin was hyper sensitive now, and her entire body now felt like one big erogenous zone. It was amazing and mind blowing, but she wasn’t certain how much more of this state she could take without some release.
Max felt her need, and it fed into his own desire, building in him like molten lava. He exerted iron control over himself, and slid his hands down her body, brushing lightly against her as he went until his fingers reached her dripping pussy. She was so wet, that the thin fabric of her lace panties was soaked. He ran his thumb upwards against the fabric, till he felt her hard nub. He ground his thumb against her, and she moaned again in pleasure.
“Please…” she said in his mind, losing the ability to form words, but the feelings coming from her let him know what she wanted.
He smiled, and brought his face down to her, hovering over her, inhaling her musky feminine scent, and licked her through the lace. She arched her hips up against him and clutched at the sheets. He slid his hands up till he reached the waistband, and then slowly slid the blue lace down her long legs.
Lisa lifted her hips again, trying to push them down faster, but he refused to be hurried. He continued his slow, torturous journey down her sensitive thighs, tickling the back of her knees, stroking her elegant calves, and finally caressing each foot as he slid the last scrap of fabric off her exquisite body.
As he moved back up he used his mouth instead of his hands, repeating his journey in reverse. He kissed along the sensitive arch of each foot and the insides of her calves. He paused, teasing at the back of her knees, and then continued up the inside of each thigh.
Lisa was now writhing on the bed with desire to have him back at her aching core, moaning and opening her legs wider. He smiled at her reaction, and continued at the same pace. He reached the apex of her legs, but he still wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted. He kissed his way up to her hip, and then across to her stomach.
He held her hips down to keep her still. “Look at me,” he said, and as soon as she made eye contact, he kissed her stomach, and then began licking at her belly button, slowly inserting and removing his tongue as he kept eye contact with her.
She groaned again at the sight, and he could tell she was about to close her eyes again, when he urged her to keep eye contact with him. He continued his way to her other hip, and then to her leg, holding her eyes with his as he went. Finally, he hovered over her glistening pussy once again, and still holding her eyes, he dipped his face down, taking a deep breath in as he once again enveloped his senses in the scent of her arousal.
His obvious pleasure sent another thrill down her body, and straight to her groin. Lisa continued to hold his eyes, letting him feel her rapture through their link, and watched as he finally brought his amazing mouth down over her.
As Max’s lips descended and finally touched her nub, Lisa was overwhelmed with such exquisite pleasure, she couldn’t control herself as she threw her head back again and moaned. She felt the wave in her building, and she yearned for it to crash over her like an animal in heat.
Max knew she was getting close, and inserted a finger into her slick opening, curving it upwards and rubbing against her as he wrapped his lips around her hard bud, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. She immediately ground down against his hand, and he added a second, and then a third finger, curving them all upwards as he stroked in and out.
The feel of his mouth doing the most amazing things, combined with the penetration of his fingers was all she needed. She felt the tidal wave come crashing over her and she cried out, clutching the sheets as her walls gripped at his fingers.
Max felt her pleasure as she came, and he found himself close to losing his last shreds of control as he shuddered in reaction with her, just barely retaining enough function to keep pumping his fingers in and out through her orgasm.
Finally, she began to come down, and Max felt the pressure ease up enough that he didn’t feel like he would explode with the next touch.
Lisa became more aware again, and while the release had let off some of the pressure, she felt like she still needed more. Then she realized that part of that need was coming from Max. She focused her gaze on him and saw that he was watching her, fire in his charcoal eyes.
When he saw that he had her attention, he slowly slid his fingers from her, brought them up to his mouth and sensually licked them clean. Lisa felt her desire skyrocket again. The sight before her was the sexiest thing she had ever seen, and she let him pick up on that thought and her feelings. He gave her a pleased smile.
Lisa held his eyes as she slowly rose, bringing her legs back together and resting her chin on her knees. She gave Max another sultry smile. “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine … again,” she said in a playful voice.
Max laughed, and wasted no time in removing the last of his clothing. Heat coursed through him as he felt Lisa’s appreciation and approval radiate through their link when she saw his hard cock emerge for the first time, standing tall with a bit of precum glistening at the tip. He twitched slightly in reaction, and couldn’t help the appearance of a goofy grin on his face at her approval.
She rose to her knees and pressed her soft lips against the mouth that had just brought her to such incredible heights, loving that she could taste herself on him. She felt his hard member pressing against her stomach, and she slowly slid a hand down his lean frame, feeling his silky length for the first time.
It was the perfect size, hot and hard, and it felt good in her hand. She let her hand slide up and down, as she kept her lips and tongue happy exploring his mouth. He shuddered, and after a few minutes reached down to pull her hand away before pushing her back onto the bed.
“Awww, I was enjoying playing with that. However will you make it up to me? she asked him teasingly, letting the mental contact stroke across his mind the way her hand had stroked his shaft.
“Only one problem, you little minx, he said with a wry smile, “That toy doesn’t belong to you, I’m just magnanimous enough to let you play with it.
Lisa giggled as she laid back down, opening her legs in invitation, “I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement so we can both play, now can’t we?”.
Max groaned, and slowly slid up her body. “Well I suppose I can find some way to share,” he said as he brushed his body lightly against her, knowing it would enflame her even more.
Lisa reveled in the feel of him over her, twitching in reaction to his body’s light contact. She moaned in anticipation as she felt him rubbing against her slick opening, coating himself with her still flowing juices.
Lisa wrapped her arms around him as Max began to slowly slide his length into her velvety softness, inch by inch. He wanted to fully experience each moment not only of their first joining, but also the amazing double sensation of feeling himself slide into her from her perspective as well as from his. To simultaneously feel her enveloping him, and feel him entering her was the most amazing experience of his long life.
Lisa was also feeling the double perspective, and she moaned and shuddered with the sensations coursing through her. When Max was finally buried completely inside her, she felt just about ready to pass out in ecstasy. Max waited a moment to let her recover slightly, and then slowly began to move.
Lisa wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her fingers into his back. A moment later she brought her lips up to Max’s shoulder. She was driven by an insatiable need to have something in her mouth and she gently bit down on his skin, licking and sucking as she went.
Max groaned, driven higher by the nips and licks at his shoulder, not to mention the pleasure she was feeling. He increased his pace and he felt her lose her last remaining shreds of thought. She was completely taken over by pleasure, need and instinct, as she moaned and screamed into his shoulder, lost in the delicious sensations of him pumping in and out of her.
Max took her lips with his and pressed her back into the bed, letting his tongue delve into her mouth, as he drove into her with increasing need.
Lisa latched onto his mouth like a lifeline as another tidal wave of pleasure, larger than before, crashed over her and her walls clamped down him. She squeezed her legs hard around his waist, arching her hips, angling even closer against him, lifting herself off the bed and clenching every muscle in her body.
Feeling Lisa crash over the edge broke his control completely, and finally he came with a roar, exploding, filling her with his cum as her walls continued to clamp down on him. As his control broke he felt his body begin to shift, and he pushed it back down quickly, locking it away. He had no intention of repeating the experience of his first shift.
The night was pleasantly cool, but I still pulled my jacket close as I made my way through the dimly lit parking lot. Was I really going to do this?
I took a deep breath, and made my way up to the front door, double checking the apartment number before I knocked – what would some stranger think if a twenty-something girl showed up to their home at 2:00 in the morning wearing nothing but a skimpy black nightie and a jacket?
Eric answered on the first knock, and gave me a timid smile before stepping aside to let me in. I walked inside and was surprised to see how clean the living room was, you’d never guess that four kids lived here most of the week. The room was lit by two small lamps placed neatly on matching in tables on either side of a very comfy looking couch. We glanced nervously at each other, and I sat down at the far end of the large brown couch, relishing the way I sunk deeply into the overstuffed cushion. He took my queue, and sat quietly at the other end.
“So,” we said at the same time, and laughed. I relaxed a little, and turned toward him, being careful to keep my jacket clutched around my chest.
“Thanks for having me over,” I said quietly, not wanting to disturb the dark calm of the room.
“Thanks for coming over,” he said in almost a whisper as his gorgeous crystal blue eyes met mine. My stomach flip flopped, and I looked down to hide a blush. It was amazing, here I was a sensible twenty eight year old woman behaving like a nervous teenager. I took a deep breath, and looked up to meet his eyes again.
“So are you going to touch me or not?” I blurted out with a nervous laugh. He took my hands and gave me a gently tug in his direction. We slid towards each other and for the first time I wrapped my arms around my online lover. My head spun as I was enveloped in his warmth and the clean scent of soap and man. I buried my head in his shoulder and inhaled for all I was worth.
We held each other in the near dark, not saying anything until he started to trail gentle kisses down my neck. I sighed and clutched him closer, relishing the way his large muscles felt through his tight t-shirt as he continued to lightly kiss my neck.
“Is it alright if I kiss you?” he whispered, tugging gently at a lock of my chin length black hair. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, then slowly ran his fingers through my hair as he went back to peppering my neck with light kisses.
It was decision time. This was something I should have decided months ago, or at least before I hopped in my car and drove to his apartment in the middle of the night. I felt my abdomen tighten as he gently nipped at my ear. Oh what the hell.
“Yes,” my mouth was covered with his before I finished getting the word out. His kiss was gently but insistent. I melted into him and ran my fingers through his short blonde hair. His lips were divine, and his taste was exquisite, a mix of minty toothpaste and something delicious that was just him. He pulled me onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. I giggled a little in spite of myself, pleasantly surprised that he was able to move me with such little effort. I straddled him with my long legs, sitting up a little so we were face to face.
As the kiss intensified, I felt his warm hands running up and down my thighs. I tensed slightly, nervous about my decision not to wear panties. Gradually his hands worked their way under my short nightie, and onto my bare ass. I heard a soft moan as he squeezed my cheeks. He dropped his head to my shoulder, never taking his hands off of me.
“Lizzie, I need you in my bed now,” he said softly as he started kissing my collar bone. I shuttered as my jacket fell away, exposing the rest of the indecent little nightgown that hardly covered my chest. I noticed too late that the straps had already fallen down and my nipples were very close to being exposed. Eric looked down and moaned, grabbing my ass tighter as he buried his face in my exposed cleavage.
My mind was swimming with lust and unrequited desire. The only thing I knew was that I would explode if I didn’t find some sort of release very soon.
I abruptly stood up, and yanked on shirt so he would come with me. His crystal blue eyes were black with passion, and I answered his fiery gaze by shoving him into the nearest wall and shoving my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues warred for dominance until he spun me around and gently but firmly pressed me into the same wall, pinning his body against me as we continued to make love with our mouths. I felt firmness though his pants pressing into my stomach, and I reached down to massage him as he ran his hands all over my body.
I fumbled with his pants, and finally succeeded in pushing them to the floor. I glanced down and quickly clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a surprised yelp.
“Are you fucking me?” I gasped, taking yet another look at his incredibly large manhood. He smiled deviously and picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom.
“Not yet,” he growled as I giggled and peeked down to steal another look.
He gently deposited me onto the deep blue comforter, and I looked up into his eyes as he slowly pulled off his shirt. I sat up on my elbows and sighed gratefully as I took in his absolutely magnificent physique. He looked like a hero straight out of a Greek myth.
He knelt before me and slowly pushed my nightgown over my head and my out stretched arms, then gently pulled my hands into my bare lap where he held them as he took in my naked form.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered with genuine awe. I ran my fingers through his hair as he gently pushed me back on the bed and started kissing my belly. I shut my eyes and sighed deeply as his kisses slowly trailed down my abdomen, to the inside of my thighs, then finally between my open legs. He kissed every inch of me, until his tongue finally reached inside of my lips and he tasted me for the first time. I heard a satisfied groan as he slowly started licking me.
He ran his tongue softly over my clit, starting a slow and gentle rhythm. I was already wet before we started, but by now I knew I must be drenched. He started to move his tongue faster and I involuntarily tugged at his hair, eliciting a small grunt from him. He moved his tongue to my opening, then darted his tongue in and out a few times, making me moan. At my moan I felt him tense, and he started lapping at me greedily. Before I knew what was happening I was yelling out and pulling his face farther into my crotch as I had the most intense orgasm that I had ever experienced. While I was still shuttering from the aftershocks, he moved on top of me, and kissed me deeply as he slid inside of me.
The size was a shock at first, but he had prepared me well, so it slid in without too much discomfort. I quickly forgot the momentary pain as he started slowly humping me, immediately bringing me right back to orgasm. I clung to him and panted as he gently kissed my face, waiting for the wave to pass.
I pulled his mouth down to mine and kissed him deeply as he started humping me again, intoxicated by the taste of my juices in his mouth. He smiled at me as I playfully licked his nose, then went back to exploring his mouth. Our kiss mirrored the activity of our bodies as we found a comfortable rhythm and began to go a little faster. He thrusts were firm but gentle, and as I relaxed I was able to enjoy the extra fullness of his huge dick.
He gave me orgasm after orgasm until we finally came together on the final one. He slowly pulled out of me, and we soaked the sheets with our cum as we snuggled together under the blankets. I laid my head on his chest, and looked up into his beautiful eyes.
“Hey,” I whispered, smiling at him. He kissed my forehead and smiled back at me.
“Hey.” We started at each other and smiled until our breathing finally slowed down and we were able to catch our breath.
I rolled over and began to kiss him again. He pulled me on top of him, and I was pleased to find out that he was ready again. I teased him as we kissed, rubbing myself on him, but pulling away if he tried to enter. We laughed and kissed until I finally lowered myself onto his ample manhood, and sat up with my hands on his gorgeous chest. I had to force myself to relax to get all of him inside, but we managed to make it work. I relished the way his neatly trimmed hair rubbed my clit as I humped him, bringing me to magnificent orgasm after orgasm as he made love to me.
Hours later I pulled my jacket on and he walked me to my car. The sun was just coming up, and his blonde hair glinted like brilliant gold. We looked at each other when we got to my car, not knowing what to say. He smiled, and gently pushed me back into the car, wrapping his arms tenderly around me as he kissed me one final time before I had to go. He smiled self consciously, then pulled me close and whispered something that sounded a lot like “I love you” before he kissed my cheek, then walked back to his apartment. I slowly sunk into my car seat and smiled for a few minutes before I finally started my car, and pulled away to go home and get ready for work.
After the longest week I could remember, I came home to drown my sorrows with a long, hot shower. I stripped down and stepped in, feeling my cares begin to melt away under the hot droplets cascading down my body.
As I slowly soaped out the aches and pains from my tired muscles I suddenly decided to see if I could get in a session with my massage therapist. This would just be what the therapist ordered, so to speak, after such a long week.
I tried to call but there was no response. Damn. A sure sign they are either overbooked or busy. With the idea already set in my mind I quickly toweled off, threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and took a short drive to the therapist’s studio.
My fears were confirmed as Julie, the usually bright and sparky secretary, gave me a pained look and told me that all therapists were fully booked for the rest of the evening and most of the next day.
By then my legs and back were paining mercilessly and in urgent need of attention.
“Nothing to do but take an early night,” I sighed. “Thanks, I’ll see you.”
I began to move towards the door before she stopped me in my tracks.
“Hang on, if you really need to be seen tonight, I can recommend a place that offers… similar specialist treatments.”
When I asked her what she meant exactly, she cocked her head coyly to one side.
“Go find out, tell them I sent you” she whispered, handing me a card. “But don’t forget to come back of course!”
She collected her appointment book from her desk and with a flick of her auburn locks strode away down the corridor, leaving me to stare at the card. ‘Touch Therapist’, an address and phone number was all that was printed in a silver typeface on the otherwise blank card. Decisions, decisions.
I could feel the muscles in my lower back starting to cramp as I stepped outside into the car park. Decision made. I hopped into the car and pulled away.
I pulled up outside the address a short while later and stepped out onto the street. The building was plain and ordinary with blacked out windows. A discreet sign hung above the door, stating simply ‘Therapist’, and a small plaque on the door read ‘Ring Bell to Enter’. I remember thinking I must be insane, turning up without an appointment and not really knowing who I might be letting myself in for.
I rang the bell and stood restlessly, a little nervous perhaps. A speaker on the door frame crackled to life.
“Yes, … can I help you?” came the confident and professional voice of a young woman.
I explained I was referred from my usual studio and that Julie had sent me. Her tone softened as she invited me to come right in. The door buzzed and I stepped inside.
The room was dark, with only a small lamp on beside a waiting bench and several tea lights illuminating the counter and cash register. I glanced down the corridor that lead off into complete darkness from beside the counter as enticing smelling oils filled the warm air, adding to the calm and comforting atmosphere.
I went to take a seat but straightened up immediately at the sound of a door opening. Light spilled from the opening down the hall.
The slender but shapely silhouette of a woman strode purposefully towards me, dark wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, partially covering her face. Slim tanned fingers fastened a couple of missed buttons on her short blouse as the almost see-through wrap around her waist rusted lightly over her shapely hips.
“Hi. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. I’m Mel.”
She offered her hand which I gladly took. I could feel a tingle shoot up my spine as she held my grip and tossed her hair to the side, revealing her gorgeous olive features in the glare of the tea lights.
“You’re here for a one hour touch session, yes?” she asked with a coy smile, which left far too much to the imagination.
“Uh, yeah,” I uttered, feeling slightly off guard. “Some deep tissue work is what I need actually.”
“Of course,” she said, breaking our gaze and moving behind the counter. “Please sign the book. You can pay when the session is complete.”
She curiously fumbled with the book momentarily, and then without hesitation turned and retreated back down the hall.
“Just take a seat for a moment or two, I’ll be right out,” she said over her shoulder.
I stood motionless for a second watching her firm Hispanic butt disappear back into the room. Weird set up, but who was I to argue?
I sat down, picked up a magazine from the side table and began to casually thumb through it, occasionally glancing up to look for any sign of my hostess. I noticed the magazine was mostly full of adverts for lingerie, dancing and massage oriented adult businesses in the area.
As I continued to look through I noticed a seductive photo of a striking blonde middle-aged woman, with the words ‘Touch Therapist’ in a familiar silver typeface printed above. She stood leaning forward, cupping her ample breasts and pouting at the camera.
The caption underneath read, “I am here to make your wildest dreams cum true”. I immediately noticed the word “cum” was emboldened. The penny finally dropped. Julie really did mean “specialist treatments”.
After a short while Mel stepped out from the doorway and beckoned me. I tried to keep my eyes level as she ushered me in but couldn’t help noticing the fullness of her breasts straining through her blouse. She definitely wasn’t the woman in the photo but was equally as inviting.
The room was dimly lit by candles surrounding the massage table in the center. The thick, warm aroma of oils filled my senses as tranquil music played in the background. I felt my heart rate quicken slightly – this wasn’t the clinical set my usual therapist used. Never had it been so alluring.
“You can pop your clothes on the chair in the corner. Just make yourself comfortable on the table. There is a towel to cover yourself if you want one. I’ll be back in one minute.”
The anticipation was beginning to build. An hour previously I’d been in the shower longing to be touched and now the reality that I might be about to get more than I bargained for was hitting me in all the right spots.
Mel closed the door and moved away, her soft footsteps padding on the tiled floor. I quickly undressed and stretched a little, feeling the tense knotting in my shoulders and lower back. I was also beginning to feel a different kind of tension lower down.
Control was never usually a problem, but as this situation seemed anything but usual to me I lay myself front side down on the table and draped one of Mel’s warm towels over my buttocks. I could feel a pulsing sensation running around my groin and through the length of my shaft as I imagined her touch.
I could faintly hear her talking on a telephone in mumbled tones and when I heard her say good-bye and hang up I breathed in deeply and let my body relax completely, despite my growing arousal.
Mel let herself back into the room.
“All comfortable, warm enough?” she asked as she picked up a bottle of oil and began pumping some into her hands.
“Yes, fine thanks,” I uttered. “Couldn’t be better.”
She chuckled and rubber her hands together, warming the oil.
“Place your head into the face rest and relax. Leave the rest to me,” she murmured, as she walked over to me and began massaging my neck and shoulders.
She worked her hands firmly across the tops of my shoulders and down the length of my spine, relieving my tight muscles almost instantly. I groaned slightly as she worked the knots around my neck before moving further down my back, stopping just short of the top of my ass.
Her touch was mesmerizing, so much so I could feel my body melting into the table as she began working her fingertips deftly up and down my sides. I could sense her hips pushing against the edge of the table, almost touching me as she continued working her hands. She began moving her palms slowly across the cheeks of my ass, kneading them in a very sensual way.
“Hmm, you’re definitely firm in all the right places. Work out much?”
“When I get time,” I replied, battling to concentrate as she channeled her sensual energy into my body.
“It makes my job a lot easier when the form is firm and the muscles stand out on their own,” she continued. “It’s hard…you know, rubbing oils into naked flesh without feeling, well… a little turned on.”
“I think I know what you mean,” I stammered, feeling my balls jump and my cock begin to harden.
Mel began to gently but deliberately slide my legs apart and I could feel the cool air on my balls as the towel slid off me. She continued working her way across my cheeks and down my legs before firmly moving her hands up my inner thighs.
By now I could feel my shaft hardening underneath me and straining against my stomach. Mel’s touch was turning me on and I knew, to my embarrassment, it was just a matter of time until she uncovered my throbbing erection.
I felt her drizzle more oil across my ass before working her way into the crevice between my cheeks, pausing slightly as she massaged round my hole. She took three fingers together and rubbed the opening for just a second, making my hips jump involuntarily.
“Everything alright?” she cooed, moving her fingers down further and gently massaging my balls.
“Uh huh,” was all I could manage as I tried to cover my surprise.
I could feel my hard length pushing against my stomach more intently as her hands slide once again down between my cheeks, only this time with one finger she stopped and pressed firmly on the opening before sliding down.
She spent no more than a minute or two massaging my legs before moving back up to gently squeeze and tease my balls, then lifting her oily hands completely from my body.
Thinking she was done I lifted my head off the table and asked if she wanted me to turn over.
“Not yet, I’ll let you know when,” she said, pushing my head back down and immediately returning to my cheeks. Her hands felt just a little more persistent this time.
She reached again for the oil and slurped her hands between my legs using even more force this time. I was really starting to get into it. Mel moaned a little as she continued rubbing before taking one of her fingers and resting it right on my asshole.
“Can I continue?” she whispered.
“Yeah, just be easy …”
She put a bit more oil on her finger and slowly started to slip it in my ass. It felt tight and painful as she gradually pushed in deeper.
“Just try to relax, I can tell you’re new to this. Don’t forget to breath.”
With that I could already feel myself start to loosen up and it began to feel better. She slowly slid her finger in and out and then with her other hand encouraged me to raise my hips slightly before reaching underneath and wrapping her slender fingers around my now extremely hard cock.
I let out a deep sigh as she began stroking slowly up and down feeling the smooth hardness of my shaft. With one final thrust of her fingers she withdrew.
“Now it’s time to turn over,” she said, which I did eagerly.
Of course my cock was fully erect, standing straight up in the air when I lay down on my back and pulsing with each beat of my heart.
To my surprise and delight I saw that she had already stripped completely while massaging my body. My mouth gaped as I took in the sight of her large, fulsome breasts. Ample, yet pert, they practically stood straight out from her body. At first I thought she had implants – surely nature has never been to kind.
“Completely natural,” she smiled as if reading my mind. “I grew them myself.”
She leaned forward again between my legs and lightly gripped my cock before enveloping the head with her lips. She seductively climbed up onto the table, crouching between my knees before sliding her tongue from my balls to the tip and back down again.
My God, I thought, this girl knows exactly what she’s doing! She slipped the head back into her mouth, letting it slide all the way in to the hilt. I gasped loudly in ecstasy, marveling at how hot her mouth felt around my cock and how deep she was taking me so soon.
She pulled back up releasing my pulsing member from her lips and slid her oiled body up across mine, dragging her breasts across my face until she was straddling my chest and began massaging my neck and face.
Mel’s skin smelt so sweet and looked so tempting that I couldn’t resist trailing my fingers up the back of her thighs as she worked her magic. Her skin was cool to the touch and even softer than I imagined. I glanced up and saw her coy smile had returned as she held my gaze.
“That feels good,” she cooed, before closing her eyes and tossing her hair back.
She began moving her body up further until her firm, toned stomach grazed across my lips. I slipped the tip of my tongue across the surface dragging it as far up as she would let me without moving.
She slid her hips further down my body, allowing my tongue to trail up her stomach and between her breasts. Feeling her body begin to react, her breath quicken, I wrapped my arms around her pulling her body closer into mine until her firm large breasts almost smothered me.
I flicked the tip of my tongue across her left nipple, catching it between my lips and swirling it around, sucking lightly. All the while I could feel her hands running down and massaging my stomach.
I continued to tease and gently bite Mel’s nipple while reaching up to caress and massage her right breast. She began to moan softly and reached down even further, running her hands along both sides of my cock and balls continuously. Locking her fingers together she began to pump my cock firmly, making me ache and forcing my pre-cum to start pouring down the shaft.
Cupping both breasts I swirled my tongue around each nipple in turn and caressed and teased the undersides of her gorgeous tits, squeezing them together and massaging deeply.
With my eyes closed I could feel my heart thumping harder and harder in my chest. Sensing my increasing excitement Mel began to slow down.
“You have a gorgeous prick,” she uttered. “But you need to do something for me before we go any further…”
With that she pushed me down flat, spread her slim, toned legs and hoisted her hips over my head.
“Oh my god”, I heard myself saying as I took in the sight of her beautifully waxed pussy just inches from my face. She’d left a cute landing strip extending from just above her clit, short pubes glistening with oil.
She smelt so sweet and sexy leaving me no choice but to quickly flick my tongue over the hood of her clit. She gasped as I folded my lips, taking her clit into my mouth and sucking lightly, all the while exploring with the tip of my tongue. So hot and musky.
Releasing her clit, I slowly snaked my tongue up and down over her lips, tasting her juices already trickling into my mouth. I reached up and began massaging her clit with my thumb in a smooth circular motion as I slid my tongue back between her lips and into her pussy.
“Oh yeah, work me baby,” Mel murmured and began moving up and down in rhythm as my tongue sank deeper.
It didn’t take long before she was practically humping my face, gyrating and thrusting her hips against my mouth, making me increasingly breathless. Her taste, smell, passion and energy was driving me crazy.
My cock throbbed like never before and was in desperate need of her attention. I needed to be inside her and I knew she needed it too.
“Take me..I want you..in me,” she groaned.
She couldn’t have said it sooner.
I gripped her hips firmly and pushed her back down my body, the oils providing the perfect assistance, until her pussy glided straight onto my cock. We moaned deeply together, loving the feel of me inside her, before Mel immediately took control.
She began bouncing up and down in a short sharp rhythm, keeping my cock shallow but deep enough for her to grip me with each thrust of her hips.
I reached up and began squeezing her breasts again and rubbing her rock hard nipples between my fingers, making her gasp once more. I tried to thrust upwards but she squeezed her thighs together, keeping the rhythm just the way she wanted.
“You’re so hot and tight,” I panted as her juices started running down my balls.
With that she rose up, threw her head back and sank down completely, my shaft filling her to the hilt. Squeezing her firm oily thighs I began slamming up into her in long deep strokes as she mimicked the motion, griping my cock and grinding back down onto me.
She suddenly leaned forward, cradling my head in her hands and planted her lips on mine, slipping her tongue into my mouth and kissing me deeply. I reached back to squeeze and massage her ass as we began thrusting harder and faster together. She broke the kiss, whispering
“Don’t stop, don’t stop…I’m so close, I’m so close.”
I could feel her walls tighten and knew she was just moments away from orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her into me and began thrusting up into her as hard and deep as I could.
“Mmmm yeah, oh yeah,” she moaned into my ear, until suddenly she started whimpering, “I’m cumming… oh God I’m cumming…”
Her pussy gripped my shaft hard, sending a wave of pleasure through the length of my body, tipping me over the edge. She moaned loudly as her body began to shudder, her tight slit beginning to ripple up and down my pulsating member. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Holding her tightly I thrust into her as far as I could go, shooting hot jets of my creamy cum deep inside her. I let out a long moan as my orgasm flooded across me, the spasms from Mel’s pussy milking me of my load.
Hot, panting and still holding each other tightly, we took a few moments to recover from our almost frenzied session. Mel eventually pulled herself up and let my cock slip out of her.
“My legs are shaking!” she exclaimed, trying to steady herself on the table before hopping off and wrapping herself in a towel.
I let my head rest back on the table and closed my eyes in bliss as my breathing began to calm.
“I’ll leave you to get tidied up and get yourself together” she said, picking up her scattered garments and heading for the door.
“Oh, and don’t worry about payment. The real masseuse finished early tonight. I’m just here to lock up,” she giggled, closing the door behind her.
Note: This story is fantasy in the most complete sense. Unrealistic proportions and stamina. A single man in a supernatural world full of invariably sexy, horny women. Love equated with lust, and love/lust at first sight.
Think of it as less of a story, and more of a night dream, which like all dreams has its own rules, that for as long as you are dreaming, you accept on its own terms.
Critical feedback is fine, but if you’re going to be rude or demeaning, keep it to yourself.
All characters are 18+.
When next he became aware, he was lying alone in the grass in a woodland. His thick trunk was lying in the grass between his legs, reaching almost to his knees, and a tiny bit of cum was still dribbling out.
The girls – both the twins and the eldritch girl – were gone. The blossoms and their trees were gone. In fact, the forest itself seemed different, as did the stars in the night sky peeking through gaps in the trees.
Melody! Marie! Where had his luscious lovers gone? Or… was he the one who was gone? What had that strange woman done to him? Who was she?
He remembered the wyrd, echoing word she’d spoken when he asked who she was. Was it… Dream? Desire? Destiny?
“There you are.”
A rich, sultry voice spoke behind him, and he turned to see a relatively short – about 5 feet tall – and beautiful woman, resplendent in her nude glory, standing a short distance away, smirking at him even as she licked her lips in evident lust.
Her hair fell nearly to her ankles in black silk. Her skin was pale and creamy, her face crafted of delicate porcelain. Her pussy, puffy with desire and slick with moisture, was hairless and pink. Her breasts were globular hemispheres rising out of her chest. But her most striking feature were her eyes.
Dark and smoky, they drew him in, till he was lost in them. There seemed to be souls and spirits within, crying for the passion only he could bring them.
“Alexander,” she continued, “I may be too late to be your first, your carnaleira, but I will be your second.”
Surprised, but unable to deny the lust burning within his skin and hardening his dick, Alexander asked, “Who are you?”
She smiled, a siren’s seductive smile. “Call me… Lily. You were my first.”
The distance between them was gone, and Alexander had no idea when that had happened. Lily’s pale lithe hand reached out and touched the head of his stiffening girth, and ran a finger lightly up and down its length as he groaned.
She almost seemed to float, and then she was in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms about his neck, as he grasped her waist. Her tits pressed willingly into his chest, and she lowered herself onto his cock.
Her eyes held him fast as the tip of his shaft breached her fresh pink pussy lips. A single gob of his cum was wrenched out of him, shooting into her cunt. “Mmmmm,” she smiled sultrily.
Alexander thrust his cock upwards, aching to bury himself within her femininity, but she denied him, lowering slowly, allowing an inch of his cock at a time. Juice spilled out of her pussy, running down his cock in rivulets, till they reached his nuts and dripped from them, the drops spraying onto his legs and feet as he thrust up into Lily.
“Lily,” he groaned, his face sheened with the sweat of lust, and she moaned as she caught a whiff of his musky desire. “Lily of the dark eyes…”
She had mercy on him at last and dropped all the way down upon his length, so that his entire manhood filled up her womanly depths. He gasped sharply at the ecstatic sensation.
Alexander suddenly realized that there had been no cherry. “I thought,” he managed to moan out, “you said I’m your first…” He trailed off as her pussy milked his cock and he arched his head back in ecstasy.
“You were my first,” she said cryptically, and then it was her turn to break off into moans as he thrust masterfully into her.
Still caught by her eyes as they gazed into each other’s orbs, Alexander’s cock began pulsing with a build up of cum, and now Lily in turn was caught by the passion flaring in his eyes. As his dick pulsed and throbbed, she cried out and burst, juice gushing out of her bare puffy pussy, lathering his balls and dripping down his legs, onto his feet, and between his toes. Her hair seemed to writhe about them with a life of its own.
At last they subsided, and she relaxed limply in his arms, his dick still firmly thrust between her puffy lips. Her eyes released him, and he at last was able to look at her.
He lowered her, and she reluctantly pulled herself off his cock, standing before him. But then Alexander kneeled, and plucked a lily off the ground – which moments earlier hadn’t been there – and profferred it to her.
Lily looked at him, surprised. “Truly, you are magnificent,” she murmured as she accepted it. “I had nearly forgotten–”
She broke off in sharp moans, as Alexander, still kneeling before her, kissed her bare wet cunt and slithered his tongue between its soft folds. Her breath became short gasps as he ate her out, her hands grasped his long dark curls in bliss as she spilled forth her nectar, and Alexander lapped it up.
He grasped her waist, pulling her into his face, his tongue probing ever deeper and mercilessly exploring her sensitive folds, as his lips latched onto her clit and sucked gently. “Alexander!” Lily screamed, “Yes, Alexander, oh!”
She creamed, her magnificent orgasm drenching Alexander’s face. Still he did not let up, his skillful tongue lapping up the thick cream within her dark folds, which only caused her to cream more, an endless cycle of erotic ecstasy.
It was an age before she was spent, and Alexander stood up, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her tenderly, his hard cock pressed against her belly. She pulled back slightly, allowing his dick to lower and enter her pussy once more, and she was so wet and tight that Alexander cummed instantly, spilling his hot seed within her, and Lily’s pussy became yet slicker with more juice of her own as his warmth shot up into her bowels.
When his balls were emptied, his cock continued to throb and pulse with the heat of his desire, and it was another few moments before his thrusting subsided. Lily pulled away.
She regarded him with her dark eyes. “You have unlimited passion within you,” she told him, “enough room in your heart to truly love all women everywhere. You will be the first of every girl in the land… but only two will be first in your heart, your carnaleira,” she said, almost sadly.
“Even were they not my carnaleira,” he averred, “Melody and Marie would still be first in my heart.”
“I know,” she said wistfully. She blew him a kiss and melted into the shadows. “Farewell, Alexander of the Mighty Cock.”
Then she was gone.
Alexander gazed into the darkness. “Until we meet again, Lily of the dark eyes,” he said.
Author’s note: This story consists of multiple chapters. Some chapters will contain subjects that some may find objectionable, such as incest. While this chapter doesn’t contain this, you are here forewarned not to get into this series if this subject bothers/offends you. All characters are over eighteen, as I can’t abide kiddy-porn. If all this is suitable to your tastes, please enjoy my series, Bait and Switch.
Also, this story in no way ties into my other stories. Sorry if there has been any confusion.
“You are the one. Come with me.”
A flash of light blinded me, and I was no longer in my room.
I’m blind, was the first thought that went through my head. I must be mad, was the second, as my vision began to clear, and my surroundings came into focus. Or rather, lack of surroundings. A faint bluish haze surrounded me, making it hard to distinguish were walls were, or even find a corner. The only indication that I wasn’t blind was the fact that I could see my hand as I waved it in front of me.
Standing up, I groped my way forward, till my hands ran across a hard smooth surface. It was cool to the touch, and seemed to be vibrating gently. Using my foot, I found that the room didn’t come to a corner as most rooms do, but the floor curved up, till it formed the wall.
“Do not be alarmed,” the same voice said behind me that I’d heard in my room. I spun around, only then realizing just how hard I was breathing, as panic nearly overwhelmed me.
Don’t be alarmed? I wanted to scream, but my throat was closed. How am I not supposed to be alarmed, when some strange creature abducts me from my room? Some small part of me knew that panicking wouldn’t help, and after a few moments it won out. The featureless blue-lit room seemed to help me relax, and for the first time, I got a good look at this creature.
It stood only a little shorter than me, its skin oddly pink in the blue light, large silvery eyes that seemed to reflect what they were looking at rather than have a color of their own, and the pupils were slitted, like a cat’s, only thicker. Its arms were long compared to its thin body, and the hands were each missing a finger. I remembered thinking it was female, and looked again at the two small breasts on her chest. Light seemed to play about her body as a playful thing, and I realized she didn’t have any hair, anywhere.
“Wh-who are you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, but it came out almost as a squeak.
“Are you asking my name, or my species?” Her head cocked to the side in an inquisitive manner. When she spoke, her small mouth moved with a fluid grace. Her voice sounded almost as though two people were speaking simultaneously. “As for my name, you can call me Lela. My true name cannot be pronounced with only one tongue and one set of vocal cords. Nor can my species name, though you would just call me an alien.”
“A-alien… Right…” Okay Nick, wake up now, you’re having another nightmare. Anytime now. I pinched myself hard where my ribs were bruised, knowing that that would cause the most pain and wake me up. Well, it did, and it didn’t. It caused plenty of pain, but I was still in this blue void of a room.
“You’re hurt,” Lela exclaimed, and suddenly I was put in mind of Futurama. Her hands flew up in front of her, and I backed up, wary. Her fingers seemed to touch the air in front of her, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in a pool of greenish yellow light. A tingling sensation traveled across my limbs, and for a few seconds, my fear and trepidation were replaced with giddiness. The light vanished as quickly as it appeared, and I felt like I’d just had a great night’s rest. I ran my hands over my body, afraid she had somehow turned me into a creature like her, but I was still human. Something nagged me though, and after some thought, I placed it. Pulling up my shirt, I saw that my bruises were gone, and my skin was unblemished.
Lela had been watching me silently all through this. We looked at each other for a moment, me wondering what she wanted with me, and having no idea what was in her mind. My only clue was her telling me that I was the one.
“You said I was the one. The one what?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. The one for breakfast? The one for experimentation? The one for tap dancing? I was lost.
She considered me for a while, her head cocked to the side again. Just when I was starting to think she wasn’t going to answer, she did. “Perhaps I spoke too soon. I hope you are the one, but as yet, I can’t be certain.” She paused, and I thought I was going to rip my hair out in frustration at her lack of an answer. “You may be the one to save your planet.”
My knees gave way beneath me, and the floor rushed up to smack me in the rear. Save my planet? How the bloody hell was I going to do that? Make a switch for global warming and turn it off? HA! “How does my planet need saving?” I ended up asking.
Her hands flew to the front of her again, and seconds later the room vanished, and I yelped. Lights appeared around me, small pinpricks, and I realized I was looking at space, and could see a small nebula off to my right. Her voice sounded from all around me, and I glanced at her, noting her lips weren’t moving. This was some kind of recording.
“Please forgive me, if I have frightened you. It is hard for me to speak your language, but hopefully this recording will help explain your situation.
“Centuries ago, our race reached for the stars, as yours is starting to do now. We traveled far and wide, and as we traveled we learned. We colonized other planets, and were able to work within their ecosystems. We thought we were alone, as far as sentient beings were concerned, but we started to find others about two-hundred years after we first left our home soil. After that, we found others much faster, and we shared our knowledge with all we found.”
As the recording played, the room changed, and I watched as other pink creatures like herself, but both male and female, left a small planet, and grew their influence. I watched them meet interesting creatures, and learn from one another.
“Almost every other sentient species we found descended from herbivores. They were peaceful and trusting.” The room showed them eating various plants together. “Then we came upon a primitive race that showed much promise for intelligence, but also seemed violent.” The aliens that now showed were small muscular things, red skinned, and covered with tufts of coarse black hair. They had tusks protruding from their snouts, but they didn’t have pig noses. Their noses were more akin to a horse’s.
“We studied this new race for years, before approaching them. They ate meat exclusively, but didn’t eat their own kind. We hoped this meant that they could be friendly towards us, another sentient race, and in our innocence was our doom.
“They treated us well, till we shared what we knew, and gave them our technology. They were quick to learn, and ever hungry for it. They began to develop their own technology from what we taught them, and too late, we realized their intent.” Silence fell in the room, but my mind seemed to supply the sound effects for the brutality that now surrounded me. This new race had taken the technology, and created weapons from it, attacking, and actually eating their teachers, before taking to space, and doing it to other planets. The scene zoomed out, and I watched as this new carnivorous race attacked and devoured planet after planet. They were getting close to the home planet of the alien I was with, and I realized I no longer feared this alien, but the red ones now terrified me.
“They approached our home planet, and we thought all was doomed. We know nothing of weapons. We don’t know how to defend ourselves. Then one of our ships found a new planet, with creatures that were primitive to us, but further developed than the demons when we first found them.” The room closed in on a planet that I immediately recognized as Earth. “This species descended from omnivores, and it was our hope that we could enlist you in our aid, but many were nervous. We feared that you would do as the demons did, and attack us. We waited, and we watched.
“Somehow the demons learned of your planet, and fearing that you might become a rival, turned their attention to you.” The demon’s ships changed course, and were now headed for Earth. “It takes many of your solar revolutions to travel through space, and while our planet was now safe, yours is in peril. We argued amongst ourselves whether to warn you, and risk you being another threat to us, or leave you as bait, while we move to other planets that the demons haven’t found yet.
“While we watched and studied you and argued amongst ourselves, we found a gene inside many of your race that lay dormant. When we activated this gene, the results varied. Some gained abilities, others simply died. In a very few, nothing happened at all.
“A plan was created, and decided upon. We would activate this gene in as many of you as possible, and if we found one of you that might be able to defend your planet, we would warn that one of your impending plight.”
The room turned back to the blue featureless mass it had been when I was first abducted, and I had to blink a few times to get accustomed to the brightness.
“After watching you during your last dark cycle–” It took me a second to realize she meant last night when I’d been kidnapped, — “I hoped that you might be that one. Despite the aggression that was projected on you, you used cunning and self control to turn the situation around.”
My throat went dry, and it took me a bit to work enough moisture back into it, in order to speak. “But that was a small room, not an entire race! And besides, if I use my ability too much, I get pains that knock me out. I wouldn’t survive trying to change an entire race.”
Lela’s head cocked to the side again, before she spoke, this time her lips moved. “It is like a muscle. When you work a new muscle it becomes sore, but the more you use it, the stronger it gets.”
“Muscles?” I was exasperated. “Have you looked at me? I don’t have a whole lot of muscles, and I can’t use my ability on myself, to build any.”
She continued to look at me, and it dawned on me that the reason she kept pausing was to form the words in my language so that I could understand her.
“If it is muscles you need, I can help with that. You have a choice: I can build you up immediately, but then you would be helpless for several days as your body recovers, or slowly over time, and you will be able to continue, though you might be fatigued at first.”
She could give me muscles immediately? I almost opted for that. Who cares if I am out of commission for a few days? Then I remembered Brent’s party, and thought about Shanna and Gina. “How long till the demons get here, and how long if I take the slow route?”
“It will take a couple weeks to take full effect, but you have half a solar cycle till the demons arrive to devour your planet and people.”
The decision was simple. Take the slower route, and people hopefully wouldn’t think I was some weird freak who suddenly grew muscular, and take the time to practice my ability more. I had no clue how I was going to stop an entire race from attacking and eating the human race, but I had six months to figure it out.
Where was The Doctor, Captain Kirk (Picard was a pussy), or even Luke Skywalker when you needed them?
I told Lela my decision and she nodded as her hands flew in front of her again. I realized she must be typing on a screen only she could see. The light that surrounded me this time was white, and instead of feeling giddy or tingly, I felt very weak. I wondered if this was how Robbie felt every time I used his ‘weak’ switch.
While the light did its work, I studied Lela some more, and couldn’t help but notice how the light played across her small breasts. I realized I was getting hard looking at her, and a curious thought entered my mind. I wonder what it would be like to have sex with her?
The fact that she wasn’t human didn’t bother me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into doing sheep or horses, or anything like that, but with her pink skin, large eyes, and small breasts, she looked human enough, that I was getting turned on, despite feeling fatigued.
Well, she said I needed to practice my ability. Why not try it on an alien, and see how it goes?
I started with my standard switches: horny, wet pussy, and hard nipples. I could feel all three switches in her, and the latter two moved, but the first one refused to budge. I could see her darker pink nipples harden, but couldn’t tell if she was getting wetter, other than feeling the switch move.
There has to be something about her species that is different from mine, I reasoned, but what?
The white light vanished before I could figure it out, and before I knew it, I was back in my room, a single word reverberating through my skull.
My body felt like a lead weight, but I feared my mind was too active to allow me to sleep right then.
* * *
Aeris’s theme gently woke me up, and I realized I’d fallen asleep, despite myself. Thankfully it had been a dreamless sleep, unless the whole abduction had been a dream…
I ran to the bathroom, and checked myself in the mirror. No bruises… It had all been real after all. Remembering Lela’s promise about bulking me up, I examined my body more closely, but couldn’t make out any differences. I ran back to my room, grabbed my phone, and returned to the mirror, taking a picture. If the change was too subtle, I might not be able to see it, but after a couple weeks, I could compare myself to this picture, and see.
“Hey, are you gonna be in there all day?” Dennis’s voice sounded tired, coming from the other side of the door. Opening the door, I tried to slip past my roommate, but he stopped me. “Holy shit! Your face is healed!” His eyes scanned my topless chest, and I knew he was looking for my other bruises. “How did you recover so quickly?”
I gave a short laugh before saying, “Dunno, maybe I’m part Wolverine.” I could see he was confused, probably not understanding my comic book reference, but I didn’t care. As exhausted as my body was, I was in a good mood.
The mood lasted up until I finished pouring my cereal, and I remembered the rest of what Lela had said. Terrible aliens, demons, were on their way to destroy and devour the human race. Finding my appetite fled, I quickly dressed, and left the apartment for class. I decided to drive, not feeling strong enough to walk the cold air.
The streets were only slightly snow packed after the storm the other day, but I made it to the campus without any issues. I was trying to figure out the best ways to exercise my ability, and made little switches here and there, some with people, some with inanimate objects, but I was trying to stay inconspicuous, till I noticed Old Mrs. Polkins, the campus nurse. Fat, old, and ugly, she would be a great experiment in changing someone’s nature.
Up till this point, all my switches had caused very little pain in me. I felt them, and they weren’t as easy as that first day, but they were much nicer than the second day. I decided to go big with the nurse. Making a ‘metabolism’ switch, I flipped it feeling some resistance, but it moved. I moved another switch to restore her hair color from grey to… Well, to be honest, I really didn’t know what her natural color was, and thought she might look good as a redhead. I turned on the elasticity to her skin, hoping to get rid of her wrinkles, and even tried to flip a switch to slow her aging. The last was the hardest of all to move, but I was able to nudge it a little, before my head really started to ache. I would have to keep an eye on her, and see how things went over the next few weeks.
With my head starting to pound, but a smile on my face, I headed to my next class; only to find myself stumbling forward as someone pushed me from behind.
“Think you’re some hotshot, don’t you,” Derek Peterson called.
I regained my balance, and spun around to confront the bully. He stood there, laughing at me, with his hands on his hips, wearing a letterman’s jacket.
“Leave me alone, Derek. I don’t feel up to dealing with you right now.”
“Ho! That’s rich. YOU don’t feel up to dealing with ME? Who do you think you are, dweeb?”
I could see that we were gaining an audience, but I didn’t want to make a spectacle, and after modifying Polkins, I didn’t think I would be up to doing much more to Derek.
I needed a way out of this, but something that wouldn’t be too obviously me. I spied my escape route on the wall behind Derek: a white handle, within a red box. I pulled the fire alarm mentally, and felt my head give a mighty twinge of pain. The resulting noise from the alarm made my head hurt even worse, but by then, everyone was evacuating the hallway. I saw Derek go one way, so I stumbled the other, and right into someone else.
“You’re going the wrong way,” a familiar voice said, and I looked up to see Shanna standing over me. “The fire exit is that way,” she pointed down the way everybody else had gone.
I laughed weakly, my head throbbing from over using my ability. Shanna’s smiling face quickly turned to one of concern, and I cursed myself, as I considered how weak I must look to her right now.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded that I was, “Yeah, just a horrible headache is all.”
“We need to get you off your feet.” The attractive brunette looked around, before grabbing my hand and pulling me after her. “Come on, we can go in here. I doubt this is a real fire anyway.” I followed her into the room, holding my pounding head with my free hand.
The room was thankfully dark, and I couldn’t help but remember the other night in the freezer with her. Had that really only been two nights ago? This room was light enough to see in, and much warmer however, and as my eyes adjusted, I realized we were in one of the performance rooms. There were stadium seating that slanting down to a small stage.
Shanna led me to a seat in the front row, and had me sit. Her hands fussed at my head, and cheeks, and I realized she thought I was sick.
“It’s just a headache, really,” I tried to assure her, and was surprised by the mischievous smile that crossed her face.
“Just a headache, huh?” She placed her hands on the armrests on either side of me, and leaned in close, our noses almost touching. “I know a cure for headaches.” Before I could think to respond or act, she tilted her head, and mashed her lips to mine.
My surprise quickly wore off, and I kissed her back. I didn’t know what her cure was, but if it started with kisses, I was willing to give it a try. Her tongue was darting in and out between my teeth, while her hands felt across my chest and stomach.
She pulled away unexpectedly, and looked me in the eyes, her long eyelashes batting playfully. “There, how is your headache now?”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little at her attitude. Thinking about my head, I realized that the pain had lessened slightly, but wasn’t gone. “Don’t stop now; I think you may be onto something with this cure.”
The smile that split her lips and lit up her face was beautiful. Normally I’d say Gina was the better looking of the two, but right then, Shanna had her beat hands down.
This time it was me doing the kissing, as I brought my hands up to her face, and pulled her back down to me. She twisted her body, and sat in my lap as her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling us tighter into the kiss. I let my hands roam across her side, along her legs, and even tangled my fingers in her hair as we made out. Despite what had happened the other night, I was still nervous about trying anything, especially considering we were still on campus. I wasn’t too worried about getting caught, as I didn’t think this auditorium was used too often, but then again, I wasn’t certain.
Daniel unlocked the door to the Oyster Creek General Store and stepped into the gloomy room beyond. The dusty shop-front looked almost ominous in the darkening afternoon light, and he closed the door behind him with a sigh. He flicked the light switch, bathing the dirty space in a lurid yellow, and moved into the storage space beyond.
His office was in the corner and he stepped through the entranceway into the cluttered mess.
This is going to take some work.
He grimaced, glanced around, then set about clearing.
It was a boring job, and he would rather have not been doing it, but Daniel knew the room would have to be sorted sooner or later, and he ought to have it done by the time the staff came in Monday. For one thing, he’d want to be keeping an eye on their work rather than spending all day tidying his office, but more importantly nothing set the tone like a good first impression. A clean space of his own would not only look good to his employees, but it would get across what needed to be done in the rest of the store.
He grabbed a trash bag from the corner and began scooping loose items into it, grimacing as dust filled the air. But soon he was making visible progress, and as the black plastic bags piled up against the far wall of the storage room more and more of the office was revealed.
There were a desk there; large and not in too bad condition. A bit of cleaning would see it in a perfectly usable state, and Daniel couldn’t help but be pleased at that. It actually looked like a rather ornate and antiquated piece of furniture, and he felt a little sorry that it had been so poorly looked after. Still, it appeared to have survived the unpleasant details of its storage.
Eventually, he was done. The room was cleared, if still dirty, and he glanced around to ascertain his next move. It needed scrubbing and dusting, but was otherwise acceptable. Some things — like the office chair — would need to be replaced, but what was currently there would suffice until he could get a new one.
He paused, then set down the final trash bag, returning to the office with a small smile. Back in London he’d had his own office, too, though it was much larger and brighter than this one. But that was before he had been demoted for his affair with the boss’ wife, and so the thought of having his own office once again brought a sense of satisfaction to him. Though he did not want to be in this sleepy town, he could at least feel professional whilst he was there.
He sat down on the chair, pleased to note that, although he did intend to replace it with a more expensive one, it was not going to collapse under his weight. He set his hands on the desk, glancing round the room. A potted plant there, a picture frame there… yes, I could turn this into a perfectly respectable office space.
His hands stroked the top of the wood, and it was then that the drawers caught his eye. Large, ornate bronze handles were set into the dark mahogany, and he reached down to pull one open. It slid out easily, though his was disappointed to find it empty, and he moved to the next.
It was stuck. At first he thought it was locked, but the way in which the drawer would not move suggested more that the wood had just warped over the years. He grimaced, pulling harder on it, and at last it flew open, smashing into his shin.
“Fuck it!” Daniel roared, recoiling and grasping the throbbing site of the blow. He quickly rubbed at the affected area, hoping to soothe the pain, until he was distracted by the documents that rested in the drawer.
He reached forward, pulling them free, and set them on the desk. He looked for a lamp, but could not find one — something to add to the shopping list — and so instead had to squint against the dull light of the single bulb that hung overhead.
‘The Last Will and Testament of Stanley Porter-Michaels’
Daniel leafed through the document, fascinated by what he saw. A yacht here, a multi-million dollar business there – so that’s where Cohort Enterprises went… – there was nothing particularly out of the ordinary, but it still held Daniel’s rapt attention. He was sure he wasn’t supposed to be reading this, and that taboo edge made him delve deeper into the will.
Something caught his eye, and he leaned closer to thoroughly read it.
‘And the Oyster Creek General Store, my pride and joy, I leave to Susan Birch and her lovely husband Mark. They deserve it.’
Daniel froze. He dropped the will back onto the desk, hurriedly reaching for the employment register he had found earlier in the day, and pulled it open. Running his finger down the list of ex- and current employees, he came to the four that worked for him now. Claire Harrison, Rodrigo Sánchez, and Jenny and Lucy… Birch.
He carefully put the book back down on the desk and reclined in his chair, his eyes drifting thoughtfully to the ceiling.
They’ve not inherited this store. They can’t have done.
He leaned forwards again, checking the two documents once more. The information hadn’t changed as he pondered its significance, and it was with a confused shake of his head that he replaced the two items in the drawers.
How had this happened? Surely his family would have known about this? Or, even if they hadn’t, the Birch family would have done. Why would they let their inheritance go unclaimed? Unless they didn’t know, which Daniel supposed was always a possibility.
This needs research.
But not now. He was tired now, and this was a weekend after all. Checking his watch revealed it to be gone five, and a gloom was already settling over the town as night fell. He was unlikely the find the record’s office open this late, and even if it were he was not in the mood to dig into their archives.
He stood, sighing as he left the small office then the shop, locking the door behind him and reaching for his phone. The cab he called said it would take five minutes to get there, and as he pulled the mobile from his ear a thought entered his mind.
His eyes swept down his contacts list, and he smiled as he pressed the call button.
The phone rang a few times, before a familiar voice picked up.
“How was your day? And Lucy?”
He paused, not knowing how to answer. Was she really asking what he thought she was? “It was… alright.”
She giggled. He rolled his eyes and continued. “I just wanted to extend that invitation we discussed earlier.”
“Oh yes? Where should we meet?”
“Well, I’m just getting a cab back to my hotel room now, but after I’ve dropped off some stuff then anywhere is fine.”
“Nah, don’t bother. I’ll come to you, and even better, I’ll bring dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan, Jenny.”
“See you in thirty minutes!”
The phone clicked dead, and Daniel smiled. The evening was looking hopeful already.
Jenny was almost completely on time, knocking on his door only a few minutes after her guessed thirty had elapsed. He was impressed by her punctuality; he knew he had a habit of turning up late to social engagements.
He opened it, and smiled. She was wearing the same outfit she had been at the mall, and he invited her in with a wave.
“I hope you like Chinese,” she said, hoisting two brown paper bags into the air in front of him. “It was nearby, and I love it.”
“I don’t mind it.”
She placed the bags on the small table of his room, before looking round. “Cutlery?”
Daniel’s face fell. “Um… no.” He shook his head with a wry smile. “I suppose I should call room service for some forks.”
Jenny giggled at that, then grinned at him. “No need, no need. I brought some from the takeaway; I figured you’d not have any.”
“I’m glad you think so.” She paused, her eyes scanning his body, then winked. “I hope my thinking is not the only thing you find impressive.”
Daniel gazed at her lustfully, salacious thoughts spinning through his mind. “Want me to show you what else?” he murmured.
She grinned. “After dinner, sure. But right now, I’m starving!”
Daniel laughed, closing the gap with her and taking the brown bag that she proffered towards him. She was right, too; he was ravenously hungry, and sex was always better when he wasn’t thinking about his stomach.
He waved her to the chairs that overlooked his meagre view, and after Daniel had poured them both a glass of cheap American piss-water (sorry, Budweiser), they settled into their seats and began to eat their Chinese. For a few moments neither spoke, both too occupied with their hot, filling meals to bother engaging in conversation. Not that the silence was rude; they frequently made eye contact and grinned, even as no words were exchanged between them.
At last Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but Jenny got there first.
“So, how was my sister?”
He eyed her coolly once more. He still did not know how to answer. “She was fine. She left to go back to work.”
“I’m not talking about her well-being, Dan. I’m wondering how she was when you fucked her.”
He spluttered. He was getting to know this girl and her filthy tongue, but she still sometimes took him by surprise. “Jenny, that’s your sister!”
“I know. It’s not like I’m watching you or anything, Dan. I just want to know if you fucked her, and if it was good.”
“Would you stop evading the question!”
“Alright, alright.” He stared down at his noodles, before shaking his head. “Yes, I fucked her. And yes, it was brilliant. “
A grin spread across Jenny’s face. “Good.”
“And she told me to tell you that you were right.”
Jenny face creased with amusement, and she reached to swig from the glass of Bud.
Daniel pressed on. “Mind telling me what you were right about?”
“You can’t guess?”
“I suppose it’s obvious, isn’t it?” he sighed.
Jenny laughed. “Yes, it is.” She paused then to take another gulp of the lager. “Did my sister give a good account of herself then?”
“She is a stunning and voracious woman.”
“‘Voracious’… I like it.”
“I hope so, because I was about to use the same word to describe you,” Daniel said with a wry smile.
Jenny laughed again, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “I was going to say it was a Birch family trait, but then… you’ve not met Claire, have you?”
He paused. His other employee. “No, not until Monday.”
“I’d watch out if I were you,” she winked back at him. “Maybe there’s something in the water here.”
Daniel smiled, enjoying her implication, and took another mouthful of noodles. A second’s pause followed as they both chewed their meals.
“So how long have you lived in Oyster Creek?” Daniel asked at last.
“All my life.”
“You live on your own?”
“No, with Lucy. Our parents moved out a year or so ago.”
“And they left you the house?”
Jenny nodded, then smiled. “Yeh, my mom had a few shares up in some company in Chicago — she’s from there originally — and she sold them on a couple years ago.”
“Were they worth much?”
“About three-hundred thousand dollars.” She looked over at Daniel, then shrugged. “They used the money to move to Florida.”
“Yeh, I guess so. They call a lot; we’re still close. Best part is they gave the house to Lucy and me.”
“You have any desire to follow them?”
She shook her head. “Not really. I mean, I’m not fond of the heat. Don’t get me wrong, I like hot places on vacation, but to live there? Nah.”
“I agree,” Daniel replied, before shoving the remaining noodles into his mouth. He swallowed before continuing. “I enjoy holidays as much as the next person, but to have that heat every day… it’d just be unbearable.”
“Maybe you’ll like it here then,” Jenny laughed, placing down her own empty noodle box. “It can get hot in summer, but it’s not that hot all year round.”
“Yeh, it’s only slightly warmer than it is back home.” He looked over at Jenny, then out of the window. The evening sun was retreating quickly behind the horizon. “Maybe this won’t be so bad.”
“You really didn’t want to come, did you?” Jenny asked after a short while.
Daniel took his time answering. “Truthfully? No. Not at all. I was comfortable back in England. I earned enough money, had decent prospects. Life was good.”
“Until you fucked your boss’s wife, of course.”
“Yeh, until then,” he grimaced.
Though in all honesty I don’t think I was really going anywhere before that, either.
“I suppose this makes a change, though. It might do you good.” Jenny smiled at him, motioning all around her. “This place is invigorating if you approach it right.”
“I hope so. I mean, I really do. I think my family will be sending someone over in a month or two, to check up on my progress with the shop. This is a testing ground, I reckon.”
“To see if you can handle it?”
“Yeh, something like that. If I fuck up then I’m done; if I succeed they might let me go home.”
“They can’t stop you going home, surely?”
“Well, no, they can’t actually stop me. But I’d have nothing when I returned. No family, no job, no house. I’d have fuck all money and my friends would barely speak to me anymore.”
“Not really friends then, are they?”
Daniel sighed, glancing at his lap. “No, I guess they’re not.”
They sat there in silence a moment, as thoughts spun through Daniel’s head. This was not how he had intended this night to pan out, with him opening up to his new employee. But it was all true — he had nothing to return to, not unless he made himself a success here. If he failed… well, that just didn’t bear thinking about.
But what if I do fail?
“Well,” Jenny said at last, standing from the comfortable chair and grabbing hold of the cardboard noodle boxes. “At least you’ve got a chance, you know? That’s more than can be said for a lot of people.”
Daniel looked over at her. She was right, of course. She seemed to always be right. “Yeh.”
She dropped the trash into the bin, then turned back to face him. “I have a question for you.”
Daniel’s eyebrow raised at the mischievous glint that entered her eye. This was not going to be a normal question. “Go on.”
“You said you didn’t have many friends, at least not proper ones.”
“I suppose not. Thanks for reminding me.”
She laughed. “I just wondered… did you ever fuck your friends?”
He looked her over, his eyes narrowing slightly. She loved learning about his conquests. “Well, yes. I did.”
“Phew,” she giggled, elaborately mopping her brow. “I was worried that we couldn’t be friends.”
“Oh?” Daniel grinned, slowly standing. It was obvious where this was leading. “And why would that be?”
“Well, if being friends meant you couldn’t fuck me then I couldn’t let us be friends, Dan. At least not for the next few hours…”
He stepped close to her then, wrapping his arms around her waist as a mischievous smile spread across her face. She opened her mouth, no doubt to make some smart-ass comment, but Daniel stifled the voice with his lips, pressing them against hers. She didn’t seem to mind too much, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him back, their tongues twisting against each other as their passion ignited.
His hands dropped lower, running over the fine grey sweater that she wore, before reaching her ass. It felt good even through her tight jeans, and he couldn’t resist giving it a quick squeeze. She giggled into the kiss, and her own arms roved over his back.
He dropped his hands to her waist, where his fingertips hooked underneath the soft, grey top, and he was surprised to feel bare skin. He pulled back from the kiss and stared into her warm hazel eyes, and she grinned a little sheepishly as she reached down to grasp the garment.
“I don’t like wearing too many layers,” she smiled as she pulled it over her head, her wonderful chest appearing before him. He drank in the sight, and as she threw away the sweater he had already leaned forward, grasping her large breasts through the black bra she wore.
“I don’t like you wearing too many layers, either,” he murmured, kissing the tops of the wonderful mounds, feeling her hot skin beneath his lips. Her hands ran through his hair, and his own slid from her chest to her sides, resting on her hips.
They remained that way a moment, frozen in their lust, before Daniel grasped his lover’s hips more firmly and pushed her roughly towards the bed. She yelped, then grinned, thumping down onto the soft mattress and immediately reclining.
“Take off your jeans,” he growled, hurriedly stripping off his own shirt to reveal his toned chest, and she lifted her ass. Her fingers undid the button, and soon the tight denim had been pulled beyond her thighs, revealing the thin black knickers (sorry, panties) that stood between Daniel and her womanhood.
He grasped the jeans at her ankles, tugging them off the rest of the way, and delighted in the sight. He had fucked this woman once already – and blown his load in her mouth – but still had not seen her naked, nor she him. He intended to rectify that now.
Dropping the jeans to the floor in a heap, he climbed onto the bed after her, and she crawled upwards into a more comfortable position as he placed his hands on her inner thighs, gently pushing them apart. His lips followed his fingertips, kissing the smooth skin, and he slowly traced his way upwards with the very tip of his tongue.
Jenny moaned as he reached the knickers, kissing her pussy through the thin fabric. He could feel its wonderful warmth, and he ran one finger across her folds, appreciating the way the underwear became slightly damp.
At length he reached up, grasping the flimsy cotton and gradually slipping it downwards, groaning with lust as her glistening pussy came into view. This was the first time he had been able to truly take in the sight, and he smiled wickedly up at her as he leaned forwards.
“Oh God…” she said quietly, reaching out with one hand as his tongue passed slowly over her folds. A sharp intake of breath was all he received the second time.
He pressed his hands underneath her ass, lifting her hips so that he could better devour her snatch, and again ran his tongue along the entirety of her pussy. She breathed out heavily, and he did it a fourth time, working it from side-to-side slightly as it travelled upwards.
Daniel continued that way for a while, alternating long, slow licks with more directed swirls of his semi-pointed tongue. He would spend a few minutes exploring every inch of her labia with his tongue’s soft, flat surface, then gently caress her more sensitive areas with its tip.
He kissed and sucked her lips, toyed with her entrance, and occasionally swished his tongue lightly on her clit. No part of her delicious pussy was left untasted, and the beautiful girl whom he pleasured certainly seemed to appreciate that.
It was having the desired effect, and Jenny looked down at him lustfully as her pleasure quickly grew. Her moans were constant now, her eyes fluttering between open and shut as his tongue did its work between her legs. He still firmly held her ass, enjoying its suppleness beneath his fingertips, and he glanced up at her face to revel in her expression.
She looked down at him, arching her back as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. Her large breasts spilled free as she did so, pulling the flimsy garment from her chest and shoulders. Daniel chuckled into her snatch, pleased that the mounds were finally unconstrained by clothing, and he slid his right hand up her body to grasp one.
“I thought you might like that,” she moaned, holding his eager hand in place with one of her own as he squeezed the soft flesh. He could feel her hard nipple rubbing against the palm of his hand, and he began to lightly toy with the sensitive bud even as his tongue ran in circles around her clit.
Jill walked in, still in her work clothes. She wore a blue dress shirt and dark gray skirt. Her outfit was conservative but showed off her curves nicely. She spotted me and came over.
I noticed a guy at the far end of the bar watching her. I didn’t blame him. It was hard to ignore Jill. She’s tall and slender attracts a lot of attention with her high heels and assertive aura.
Her hair was up but I’d seen the way her long black locks spill down over her shoulders when she’s relaxed. I’ve also seen her naked on all fours demanding I fuck her ass harder.
I hadn’t heard from her in a month beyond the stray text message. Then she texted me the day before and asked to meet for a drink after work. She said she had to ask a favor.
Jill and I were friends-with-benefits. We’d been getting together for more than a year, sometimes talking and hanging-out. Mostly, we met at one of our apartments and fucked each other’s brains out.
Jill was not timid about sex, either. She enjoyed it and wasn’t ashamed.
She sat down and we said hello. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
“Jim Beam,” she told the bartender. “Over ice.”
“So, how have you been?” I asked.
“Stressed-out,” she said. “McDougal dumped that damned Schneider case on me, just like that. I’ll be working on it till past midnight.”
“Oh, that sucks.”
“Well, you look great,” I told her. “Stressed-out or not.”
Her drink arrived and she took a long sip. I could tell she was tired.
“You’re working too hard,” I observed.
“I know,” she sighed. “God, it’s been a long day.”
“Care to talk about it?”
“Not really. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, though.”
“Well, you’ve been busy.”
She took another sip of her drink.
“I haven’t had sex in two weeks,” she complained. “I’m working late every night. By the time I’m done, I’m too-tired.”
“Are you too-tired right now?” I asked.
She raised an eyebrow, considering my offer.
“You can always work on the case afterwards,” I suggested.
Her olive green eyes flashed and the barest hint of a smile crossed her lips.
“Why not?” she said.
We hopped in a cab and headed for her apartment. I put my hand on her knee and moved it up her thigh. We started making-out in the back of the taxi like a couple of teenagers. I noticed the driver eyeing us in the mirror.
The taxi pulled up to Jill’s building and we went in. We said hello to the doorman as we casually strolled through the lobby.
No one was in the elevator and as soon as the doors closed we were all over each other again, kissing and groping madly. We stopped when the elevator reached Jill’s floor.
We grinned at each other while she got out her keys and opened her door, enjoying the little game.
Once inside, Jill kicked the door closed behind us and we got right back to it. I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, kissing her neck and feeling her tits. They are small, but ideal for her frame. I’m fine with big tits, but a pair of huge boobs wouldn’t have looked right on Jill.
She moaned, grabbing my head in both hands and shoving my face against her chest. Still pinned against the wall, she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. I stood up straight and we shared a long and lurid kiss.
We stumbled into the bedroom, kissing and stripping along the way. By the time we got there, Jill was down to her bra and panties and I was in nothing but boxers. I undid her bra. Her tits free, I pawed them roughly and kissed her neck. She growled, grabbing my ass.
Jill liked it on the raunchy side. She also like to talk dirty, her words becoming progressively filthier the more aroused she became.
“Let’s see that big cock,” she whispered.
She pulled down my boxers and put her hand on my cock. At seven inches, it’s not huge but I haven’t had any complaints.
She knelt in front of me, stroking my cock tenderly. She looked it over, smiling.
“I’m gonna fucking devour this thing,” she said.
She started sucking me, slow at first but then quickening.
I took my hands and put them on her head, grabbing handfuls of her hair. She went on sucking my cock for long, wonderful minutes.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I told her.
“You want to fuck me, do you?” she teased, jerking me off.
“How do you want to fuck me?”
“From behind,” I said.
“Then get to it, boy.”
Jill stood, sliding off her panties and climbing onto her bed. She got up on all fours with her ass facing me. She arched her back and stuck her round but into the air. I took a moment to appreciate her. Jill’s on the slender side, but not scrawny. Rather, she’s lean and athletic. She ran track in college and still got up at six to run every morning. It showed.
I climbed in bed behind her, my hands roaming over her ass cheeks.
Her pussy was soaked and my cock slid right in.
“That’s it!” she sighed. “Now, fuck me! Fuck me good!”
I began fucking her nice and steady. She started to whimper and I sped up. I reached out with both hands and grabbed her hair. I pulled on it and she started moaning.
We fucked like that for a long time, her moans growing slowly louder until they morphed into screams echoing off the walls.
“That’s it! That’s it! That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Her screams became one continuous howl as she came. I was so turned on I only lasted a minute or two longer. I came inside her, gasping happily.
I pulled out of her and we lay down on the bed.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I was going to have you switch to my ass, but I felt myself coming and went with it. Maybe next time.”
“Give me twenty minutes to recover,” I suggested playfully. “It’s only six-thirty.”
“Yeah, except I’ve got work to do tonight.”
I kissed her and got out of bed. I pulled my boxers back on and started to get dressed.
“Drink?” Jill asked.
I went into the living room and poured us two bourbons over ice. We always shared a drink after sex and hung out for a few minutes. After the drink, I usually split.
Jill came out wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was in a ponytail. She sat down on the couch next to me. I put my arm around her and she leaned against me as we had our drink and talked.
I drained the last of my drink and stood, ready to leave.
“I almost forgot,” I said. “What was the favor you needed?”
“I’m so wound-up I forgot to bring it up,” she said. “Distract a girl with a little hard fucking and she forgets her name. Sit down. I’ll pour us both another.”
“So what do you think?” Jill asked when she was finished laying it all out. “Will you do this?”
“Give me some time to think about it,” I told her.
I finished the last of my second drink and we said goodnight.
I hailed a cab and headed home. I kept re-running in my mind what Jill just asked me to do. I knew she was a girl who liked sex, but this was more than I imagined.
“I’m going to be thirty in a few months,” she started off. “Maybe it’s time I settled down, started looking for something more serious.”
“You want me to fix you up?”
“Not exactly. No, what I want from you is your help bringing about a fantasy of mine. I don’t want to settle down without experiencing it.”
“Okay, so what is it?”
She looked me directly in the eye.
“I want to get fucked,” she said evenly. “By three guys at the same time.”
“I’ve dreamt of it for years. Lately I find myself daydreaming about it constantly. I did two guys at once, one time in college. But three guys…for some reason, the notion of three men at once is my ideal. I don’t know why, but it has to be three. Not two, not four or twenty-seven. Is that odd?”
“No,” I said. “I mean, you can’t help what turns you on.”
She paused, sipping her drink.
“I want you to be one of the guys, of course,” she said. “You’re my type and you’re open-minded sexually. Plus, we have great chemistry in bed.”
“We do indeed,” I agreed. “Do you, uh, have the other two guys lined-up?”
“No, that’s the favor I was going to ask. I need you to find the other two guys and set it all up.”
“This is not an easy fantasy for a woman to make come true,” she explained. “Not if she wants to be safe. You might think all I have to do is walk into the bar down the street, pick three guys at random, and it’s back here for the fuckfest.”
“Believe me,” she went on. “I’ve thought of that.
It’s too risky for a woman with complete strangers. They could be sociopaths. Placing an ad online is even more dangerous. But if a guy I trusted put the whole thing together…”
“You’d feel safe.”
I stared out the window of the taxi thinking about Jill’s request. Maybe it was the taboo factor, but I began to find the notion of banging Jill along with two other guys immensely arousing. I found myself wanting very much to do this for her.
I typed out a text to Jill and sent it.
“I’ll take care of everything,” it said. “Keep you posted.”
Two weeks later, I was sitting with Scott and Dave in the bar of one of the top hotels in the city. We sat at a booth watching the door. I checked my watch. It was three minutes to six.
“She’ll be here in a minute,” I said. “She’s never late.”
They nodded and sipped their ginger ales. When Jill arrived, we’d have one drink to loosen up but not enough to dull our senses.
I knew Scott and Dave from my swim club and I’d hung out with them a bunch of times over the years. They both had girlfriends and decent jobs, personable guys with sex-positive attitudes. They were also good-looking and had the same lean swimmer’s build as me which Jill preferred.
I met them for a beer the week before and told them all about Jill and her request. They were intrigued. Then I showed them her picture and they became very interested.
It was all arranged. We had a suite upstairs. It cost a bundle, but all four participants split the cost. Jill insisted on paying her share, pointing out these were modern times and the whole thing was, after all, her idea. She also gave me a duffle bag containing whatever she needed in terms of a change of clothes and other supplies. It was up in the suite.
Everything else we might need was waiting in the suite. There was liquor in the minibar in case we wanted another drink later. We also had bottled water, extra towels, and plenty of lubricant.
We all noticed Jill enter the lobby at the same time, Scott and Dave’s jaws dropping.
She wore a dark blue suit that hugged her curves. It featured a long sleeved buttoned-front jacket and knee length skirt. She had on matching high heels, as always, and her hair was up. Every male head in the bar turned at her approach.
“Wow,” Scott and Dave gasped in unison.
She came up to us and we stood. Everyone introduced themselves and shook hands. It was all oddly formal considering the context.
The waitress came by after we sat back down. Jill and I ordered bourbon, Scott and Dave gin martinis.
We chatted a while, the one drink easing the tension. Jill asked Scott and Dave about their work and what they did for fun. I noticed her carefully checking them both out the whole time. I could tell she liked them.
“Gentlemen,” she announced, finishing her drink. “If you’d care to go upstairs, I’m ready.”
Up in the suite, Jill looked around.
“It’s nice.” She glanced at me. “Good job.” She picked up her duffle bag and headed for the bathroom.
“I’ll just be a few minutes, gentlemen,” she said. “Please get comfortable, by which I mean naked. Furthermore, I would like to thank you all in advance.”
Jill disappeared into the bathroom.
“She doesn’t mince words, does she?” Scott said.
“No,” I answered. “She doesn’t.”
We took off our clothes and stood there feeling awkward. We’d seen each other naked plenty of times in the locker room, but this was a much different situation.
The door to the bathroom opened and out stepped Jill. She’d shed her formal attire and wore an entirely different kind of outfit.
It was all black leather, starting with the thigh-high boots and matching corset. She topped it off with a studded collar around her neck. Her breasts and shaved pussy were on full display and her hair was in a ponytail.
“Gentleman.” She strode up to us. “My fantasy has always been to be fucked by three men. I hope you are up for the task.”
The three of us drew closer to her. She looked into each of our eyes in turn.
“Have at it, boys.”
Dave got it started, kissing her mouth. She responded, reaching down and grabbing his cock. Scott moved in close on the other side, kissing the back of her neck. She moaned.
I reached out and felt her tits. She broke off the kiss with Dave, glancing at me. There was a fire in her eyes, a lust unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Here was a woman experiencing her most-cherished sexual fantasy, and reveling in it.
I leaned in and kissed her. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, Scott still kissing the back of her neck as Dave nibbled on her earlobe. Jill closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure.
Jill’s mouth moved around to kiss all three of us in turn. Whoever she was kissing, the other two stayed busy kissing her ear lobes or licking her neck.
The whole time, six hands explored her body. There was never a time when a hand was not on both breasts and both ass cheeks.
I was surprised by how intensely erotic it was for me. I thought this would be fun and exciting, but it was far more so than I imagined. I could sense Jill’s pleasure and fed off of it.
It went on that way for a while, everyone getting warmed-up. Then Jill knelt before us. She took Scott’s cock in one hand and Dave’s in the other. She began to slowly stroke them. She looked up at me and flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue. Then she took me into her mouth and started to suck my entire length nice and slow. I let out a sigh of pleasure.
Jill switched to sucking Scott’s cock. She did not neglect Dave or me, though, her hands stroking our cocks gently. She eventually turned her head and gave Dave a nice, long suck.
I noticed Dave had the biggest cock out of the three of us. Scott looked the same size as me, but Dave was at least an inch longer.
Jill turned back to my cock, sucking it at a faster pace this time. Then she switched to Scott and back to Dave. She sucked us for a long time in that fashion, moaning.
“I so love sucking cock,” she sighed.
She stood up. We all kissed her again and moved towards the queen-sized bed at the center of the room. She lay on her back between Scott and Dave. I watched for a while as she tongue kissed Dave and then turned her head and did the same with Scott. She stroked both of their cocks and whimpered softly.
I climbed onto the bed and positioned my face between her legs. Pulling aside her pussy lips, I inhaled her musty aroma and began licking her clit slowly. She was already soaked with arousal.
“Oh, that’s it!” Jill moaned. “That’s it! Lick my pussy!”
I kept licking Jill’s clit while Scott moved down to her tits and started sucking on them.
I sat up, ready and eager to fuck her. I rubbed my cock on her clit a few times and then entered her pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” she groaned. “Fuck, yes! Fuck me with that cock!”
I started fucking her, enjoying the warmth of her wet pussy and the view of her playing with Scott and Dave. Dave moved down to her breasts and started sucking the right one while Scott kept sucking on the left.
Jill started squealing and I fucked her faster. She let out one of her prolonged howls and came, her first orgasm of the evening. There would be several more for her.
“Fucking yes!” she screamed. “Come on, guys. Let’s get those dicks of yours back in my mouth!”
Scott and Dave got up on their knees and knelt on either side of Jill’s head. They propped her shoulders up with a few pillows.
She started sucking their cocks again, switching back and forth. I fucked her even faster than before, transfixed. I knew I was hogging her pussy a bit but I couldn’t help it right then.
I felt my orgasm approach. I pushed in as deep inside Jill as I could. My cock throbbed again and again, one of the longest and most powerful orgasms I’d ever achieved.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, pulling out of her.
“I want you guys in both ends of me,” Jill said, getting on her hands and knees.
Scott moved around behind her. I watched as he slipped his cock inside her in one fluid motion.
“Oh my god, Jill, you feel good,” he said.
“Come on, baby!” Jill responded. “Fuck me good!”
Scott started fucking Jill’s pussy as Dave came around in front of her. He pointed his dick towards her face and she began to suck it. She sucked and jerked him the whole time Scott fucked her.
I knelt next to her and ran my hands over her back and massaged her tits as they fucked her from both ends.
It went on that way for several minutes. Jill moaned with delight the entire time.
“Fuck yes!” she started to screech. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Harder!”
Scott started drilling her as fast as he could and Jill let out another howl as she came again.
Scott came a minute later, stopping suddenly. His eyes closed and he let out a grunt as he filled up her pussy and mixed his cum with mine.
As soon as Scott withdrew from Jill’s pussy, Dave took his place. I saw Jill’s eyes bug-out as she felt Dave’s extra length stretching her canal.
“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Holy shit I love that big cock!”
Dave began thrusting into her. I didn’t think Jill was going to come again right away, but his bigger cock made the difference.
Scott knelt beside her, kissing her neck and caressing her tits. I leaned in and gave Jill a kiss on the mouth. It was long and passionate. I got a strange thrill out of kissing a woman while another man fucked her.
“How you doing, baby?” I asked her.
She smiled widely and rolled her eyes.
A minute later Jill was back to screeching loudly. I grabbed her ponytail and gave it a tug, pulling back her head. That put her into overdrive.
“Fuck me with that big cock!” she yelled. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder, motherfucker!”
Jill came again, closing her eyes and riding the wave of her third orgasm. I was overjoyed along with her. The more she enjoyed herself, the happier I became.
Dave had his orgasm soon after. He let out a long groan and closed his eyes. Then he pulled out of her and all four of us lay back in the bed. Jill wound up between Scott and me. We were all quiet, lost in our thoughts.
Jill asked for water a few minutes later, so Scott got her a bottle. The guys all took a turn in the restroom, then returned to the bed. No one got dressed.
“I’m all sweaty in this get-up,” Jill said. “I’ll be right back.”
She went into the restroom.
“Isn’t she something?” I said.
“She’s like some kind of…fucking sex goddess,” Scott said. “I’ve never met a woman like her.”
“She’s un-fucking-believable,” Dave said.
“I’m in love,” Scott sighed.
“You and me both, man,” Dave added.
Jill returned a minute later, her corset and boots removed along with the collar. Her hair was still in a ponytail. She climbed back into bed with us, this time snuggling between Scott and Dave.
“You guys have such nice bodies,” she remarked. “You three must live at that swim club.”
She felt their chests and shoulders, smiling sensuously. They smiled, enjoying her hands.
Dave kissed her and she responded. While they made out, Scott nibbled on her neck. I watched her hands move down to stroke their cocks.
Jill sat up, gently pushing Scott and Dave flat on their backs. Jill took both of their cocks into her hands and stroked them back to full hardness. She leaned over, sucking each cock in turn.
I stood next to her. She grinned up at me and took my cock into her mouth. My half-erect cock turned hard in seconds. Jill blew me long and slow as she jerked-off Scott and Dave.