Google has reversed the decision to ban explicit sexual content on Blogger.
On Friday, in an update by Social Product Support Manager Jessica Pelegio on Google's Product Forums,
the tech giant said in light of feedback and concern relating to the
"retroactive enforcement of the new policy," which would impact on
bloggers who have held accounts for over 10 years, Google has reversed
its decision to ban explicit content entirely from the network.
In addition, Pelegio said the reversal was due in part to the potential
"negative impact on individuals who post sexually explicit content to
express their identities."
Instead, Google will "step up enforcement" around an existing policy which prohibits commercial porn.
Earlier this week, the online search giant informed users of the
Blogger network who ran blogs behind an "adult content warning" page
that all adult blogs would be removed from the public eye on March 23,
2015, leaving access only granted to registered users. The notice to
Bloggers behind the "adult" door read:
"In the coming
weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or
graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity presented in
artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or presented
where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not
taking action on the content.
The new policy will go into
effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this policy goes into effect,
Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation
of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog
authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be
able to see the content we've made private."
In order to prevent their blogs from being removed from the public
arena, users were told to delete "sexually explicit or graphic nude
images or video." According to ZDNet's Violet Blue,
blogs under the "adult" label are wide-ranging, and include LGBT
diaries, transgender activists, romance book writers, sex toy reviewers,
art nude photographers and sex news blogs, among others.
Therefore, should Google have gone ahead with the ban, it would not only
be "standard" adult blogs which faced removal -- but a wide variety of
community members and functions.
Google says that blog owners
should continue to mark blogs which contain explicit content as "adult"
so they can be placed behind a suitable "adult content" warning on the
network.
We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content Policy that may affect your account.
In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually
explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity
presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts,
or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not
taking action on the content.
The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015.
After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any
blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy. No content
will be deleted, but only blog authors and those with whom they have
expressly shared the blog will be able to see the content we've made
private.
Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy
change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this
policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your
existing blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won't
experience any interruptions in service. You may also choose to create
an archive of your content via Google Takeout (https://www.google.com/settings/takeout/custom/blogger).
Now I've tried to keep images that are "explicit" only linked to and such, so we'll see how it goes...but I may have to start looking at other blogging sites in the future. First they're going to crack down on images, then probably other "sexually explicit" content...which erotica undoubtedly would fall under. I have a feeling it's only a matter of time...
I've been looking at WordPress and even hosting my own site, but so far Blogger has served my purposes, so who knows.
Time will tell, but forewarned is forearmed and will just have to see what happens...
This story has been my first attempt at a long-term story. Neither Annie nor Lapdancing were ever intended to be as long as they have become. In fact, Lapdancing started off as simply a single chapter with no plans to continue.
But this story has been a long term personal project of mine, and is very near and dear to my heart. I have completely deleted it at one point, only to rewrite it all again. I hope to someday finish is and post it in its entirety, not leaking out a chapter at a time like my other stories.
It takes after Spacegirl and other Sci-Fi female plots.
The story involves Christine Walker, a young woman who recently lost both her parents and grandmother. Being without support, she has had to quit college and look for a job, answering a vague job that did not state what was involved.
Interviewing for the job, she was told she was hired, and still not knowing what the job was, was led further into the building to discover everything she had known was wrong. The universe was a vast place filled with alien beings, and earth was one of the more underdeveloped worlds.
She also learned that for some reason, alien beings were attracted to human women. For hundreds of years they had been coming to earth to kidnap women for the galactic sex trade.
Because of this and other offenses, a galactic agency was formed to "police" the universe, although rarely have humans been offered a position.
Without spoiling much of the first part, that's it in a nutshell, so here is the teaser...completely asexual, but hopefully you'll enjoy it nonetheless!
As they stepped out into the hallway, Christine suddenly noticed Kathleen’s suit once again was in the familiar leotard “onesie” she had earlier and matching Christine’s outfit, the change being so fast she had actually missed it.
She had seen her share of alien technology over the months, but clothing that actually conformed to any style at a thought was one of the most incredible things she had ever witnessed! It was such a typical female response, she thought in amusement, and grounded her back to reality.
As they walked, Christine was once more amazed at the outfit she was wearing felt. Even though this was a ‘standalone’ version and not one built into her body like Kathleen, she still was awed at how porous or whatever you wanted to describe it the suit felt, it almost seeming to breathe on its own and feel like she was wearing nothing. The feeling was vaguely like stepping out of a shower, the air cool across her skin. The material had no weight or substance at all, and Christine caught herself several times running her hand over her stomach and hips to make sure the outfit was really there, as she felt almost naked with it on.
Before she could ask more about the suits or the mysterious comment Kathleen had made about proceeding to the next level of her training, Christine suddenly took note of her surroundings, momentarily taken aback by how much more populated this area was than other parts of the facility, particularly the ones she had been training in the past couple months.
Unlike the other areas where humans predominated the population, with only a rare alien—mainly Chthluxax’—seen, this area had a wide array of lifeforms moving about and performing various and sundry tasks only they could comprehend.
Christine felt like a country girl in the big city as she stared openly at some of the creatures. No amount of science fiction movies could have prepared her for the visual explosion of beings she saw.
They in turn stared at both Kathleen and her, making her again aware of how much her body was exposed within the tight-fitting outfit. In fact, some of the more humanoid aliens were actually leering at her with a hunger in their eyes, confirming her suspicions as a few blatantly stroked what appeared to be their phallus through their clothes.
"Even amongst the agency you'll find there are some unmannered aliens," Kathleen shrugged as she ignored the leers of aliens upon both herself and Christine, leading the younger women to an area less populated. "As we mentioned your first day, human women are practically a catalyst for alien sexual predilections, so seeing two female agents walking together is a sight many of those we passed had never seen—even being stationed on earth. It’s a telltale sign I probably spend too much time in my office,” she said, “as some of them have never even seen me, let alone the two of us together. It is a sight many will remember for some time in their fantasies,” she chuckled.
Continuing on, she changed the subject—something she seemed to plenty of—as Kathleen said, “This area is even more isolated than the others you’ve been to, kept secluded due to the higher number of aliens. Even for them human contact is notoriously rare, particularly females, even though they are stationed on Earth."
They eventually came to a large metallic door reminding Christine of a bank vault, only without any dial, handle, or other means of opening it.
"I will let you do the honors," Kathleen smiled. "As an agent, you have full access to anywhere in this facility, so it's time you used that power," she laughed.
It had taken Christine over a week to learn her Federation designation, made up of a variety of numbers and letters from all planets. She idly wondered if they randomly pulled words out of a hat at one point, but was told there were distinct meanings to each and every number, and only one series of numbers could be used once, and only once, for any individual.
"Walker, 18-cocum-beta-4-koplos-iz-pephyca-06944-chi," she said proudly.
"Approved," a feminine computer voice stated from nowhere. "Welcome Agents Walker and Montgomery," the soothing voice stated.
The door silently rolled into the wall, revealing a large room. It took Christine’s eyes a moment to adjust, as the room and everything within it was pure white or metallic, the only break in the monotony of color being themselves as they stepped into the room.
In the center of the chamber was a large circular rail surrounding what looked like a spinning disco ball.
Try as she might, Christine could not see what held the ball in place.
"Christine, may I introduce you to the collective AI known affectionately as The Source," Kathleen said with obvious amusement.
"Only to you Agent Montgomery," the female voice said, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, literally filling the room.
Kathleen laughed, looking at Christine.
"It's a nickname I came up with during one mission, it stands for 'Stupid Omniscient Uncaring Retched Computer with an Ego,'" she laughed.
"I perform within my designated parameters Agent Montgomery. My sole function is the health, safety, and informational source for agents. Current assignment being Montgomery, Worthington, Elizabeth, Kathleen and Walker, Amelia, Christine," the voice said.
Although impossible, Christine thought she detected an inflection of annoyance in the female mechanical voice as she looked at Kathleen in surprise.
"Me?" she asked.
Kathleen smiled at her as she answered, "You’ve heard of supercomputers? Well, this is a supercomputer on steroids—and then some. It is the collective accomplishments of thousands of worlds and technology compiled into a single artificial intelligence. I mentioned to you your outfit being around the cost of the national debt? Well, the cost of this system is incalculable. It is literally the most unique, expensive, and irreplaceable item in the universe. It took hundreds of years to build, employing thousands upon thousands of alien scientists, and then even longer to fully program. Its actual designation is a ‘Telemetrical Aegis Multi-scientific Intelligence’ system—basically a computer that can transfer knowledge through space at a moment's notice to anybody tuned into it. If you become a full agent, it will be designated solely to you. Each female agent has their own system assigned to them, their complete life's history imputed to create the AI's personality, what little there is," she said.
"I do believe that is the nicest thing you have ever said about me, Agent Montgomery," the voice echoed through the room.
"Wait, you said one agent, but it just said it was assigned to both of us," Christine asked.
"Correct. For now it is shared between us, until your training is complete. At which point it will be assigned solely to you, and I can finally retire my old ass down to a life of administration," Kathleen said to Christine's astonishment.
"Retire?" Christine asked.
Then she recalled something she had heard her first day at training.
"Wait. You are not really ninety-something years old?" she asked incredulously.
So much had happened over the last few months that one particular comment on her first day was all but forgotten.
"Agent Montgomery is currently eight-seven earth years of age, converted to galactic standard sixteen point zero five eight gartons," the voice proclaimed.
"Gee, thanks Source," Kathleen said wryly. “Didn’t anybody ever tell you not to tell a girl’s age?” she asked. Turning to Christine, she smiled. "It is time to learn about more of your training," she said. "Let's go back to my office. I think you'll need a drink before this is over. Goodbye Source," she said, leading Christine out the door.
"Technically Agent Montgomery, I am always with you. There is neither greeting nor farewell, there just is," the voice stated as they made their way out the door, as Christine literally heard Kathleen actually growl.
Back in her office, Kathleen poured a tall glass of a blue liquid for both of them, before sitting down next to Christine on her lounge sofa.
"Here. The closest translation for this is Tularian brandy. It goes down like Kool-aide, but if you stand up to quickly, it will knock you on your ass," she chuckled, handing a glass to Christine.
Sipping the liquid, Christine found it delicious, saying so to Kathleen.
"Well, to be honest, it is highly illegal on this planet, and extremely rare in the rest of the universe—one of the few perks I still enjoy as an agent." Kathleen laughed, sipping her own glass. “I have a friend who sends me a bottle once in a rare garton.”
Christine recognized the time phrase—one of the many things she had learned while sleeping. Garton was a time expanse unit in which everything in the universe was based off of. Amazingly, every unit of time from every civilization could be calculated in gartons, math truly being the universal language.
They sat quietly for a few minutes sipping their drinks, before Kathleen took a deep breath.
"Well, enough beating around the bush, eh?" she said. "I am going to be frank with you. You may hate me after this talk, but even with Daryl's perception and introduction to—well," she said, waving her hands around, "all of this, I understand it still is a bit overwhelming, even you having been here a few months. Becoming an agent is not just learning about the world, as I'm sure you have figured out," she said as Christine nodded.
"How much do you think that file cabinet over there weighs?" she asked, startling Christine with the sudden change of topic.
It was a habit of Kathleen’s she had also noticed in Daryl and Chthluxax’, often changing thoughts in mid-stream. Sometimes Christine wondered if it was done intentionally to divert her attention elsewhere.
Getting up and raising her eyebrows in question at Kathleen, who merely nodded, Christine went and opened up each the drawers, seeing them full of files and paper. She attempted to move the cabinet, but it weighed so much she could not even tilt it, let alone move it at all.
"I would say it is easily a couple hundred pounds," she said reasonably, sitting down again on the lounge as Kathleen again nodded.
Without a word, Kathleen got up and walked to the cabinet. Looking at Christine over her shoulder, she put her arms around it and, still smiling at her, lifted the cabinet off the ground effortlessly, being careful not to open the drawers, and then putting it back down as effortlessly, as if it were completely empty!
Christine stared in amazement as Kathleen sat back down next to her, smiling.
"There is more to a Special Services Agent than meets the eye. Each agent is outfitted with cybernetic implants making you stronger, less susceptible to injury, faster at healing if you are injured, and giving you overall more endurance than normal. My bones are as hard as steel, able to withstand a direct hit by even a sledge hammer. In essence, you become a super human," she said to Christine's amazement.
Christine had heard and seen a lot over the last few months; however, watching Kathleen pick up the full filing cabinet was completely unexpected, as was this revelation.
"Christine, you are scheduled for your implants over the next couple months. They are added in stages—the first ones being placed close to your bones in order to strengthen them over time. The process basically works from the inside out, hence those are the first implants. Then there are ones added to increase your musculature, then overall physiology, and finally—others, to fulfill your role as an agent," she told her enigmatically.
Christine stared at her in shock; however, the tone of Kathleen's voice gave her pause.
"And the trade-off?" she asked, knowing this would not be something kept from her without reason until now.
"You remember me mentioning how not many agents survived training?" she said to Christine's nod. "The cybernetic implants are alien technology; they were never made for human physiology. Although every attempt has been made at making them as compatible to humans as possible, there is a 95% chance they will kill you," she said gravely.
Christine stared at her in shock.
"Sweetheart, you have become a dear friend. This is a choice only you can make. I was the first woman to ever survive the implants, and it has been attempted on hundreds of female agents-in-training before and after me. Nobody knows why my body took to the implants. You asked why there are so few agents, particularly women? The reason is this, the implants have killed all others," she said somberly.
“Males seem to have a better tolerance to the implants, and although the success rate is still extremely low, it is in the 35% range. Daryl is a former agent who, like me, has retired to a more sedentary office-oriented position. It is yet another reason I was so hesitant to take Daryl’s recommendation on your position.
"This is the turning point of your career, and the choice is yours. If you decide not to proceed, nobody will think less of you, and you will still be permitted to work for the agency and be given an administrative job. Mary-Ellen, the physical therapist you know, she chose that route and you can see she is very happy. The same holds true for Emily, who I know you have also grown fond of. You will still receive some of the 'perks' that go with the job—all expenses will be paid for your entire employment career and you can even get a galactic position on another world, but you will never be asked to become an agent again, it is a onetime decision." she said solemnly, bowing her head. "I am sorry to keep this from you until now, but the choice was never mine to make," she said, finishing her drink.
Silent for a while, her mind in turmoil at the grim revelation, Christine asked, "What do you think?"
Kathleen smiled, saying sadly, "It is not my choice to make, as I already made my decision. This is something you have to decide upon your own," she said.
"If you had to do it all over again, knowing what you do now, what would be your choice?" Christine asked, as Kathleen smiled at her.
"Already learning how to twist your words to make somebody talk I see. I will not lie to you; the life of an agent is not glamorous. I have been tortured, raped, left for dead with almost every bone in my body broken—even with the implants. I have been bled to the point of death. I have watched loved ones killed in my name, an entire species wiped out because of actions I have made. I still wake up at nights with nightmares," she said, pouring herself another drink and taking a long pull at the glass.
"Would I do it again? Hell yes!" she said emphatically, looking at Christine. "There is a lot of evil out there Chris, and some of it is gone because of me. For every life I have taken or lost, another thousand survived because of me and my actions. I will not lie, you will never be invincible. Even with all the implants there are beings stronger than you who could kill you in a second. Being human, the implants can only do so much, in the end it is what you do and how you do it that matters. I live with every decision I made and am proud to know I served dutifully," she said.
"And there are the perks," she smiled down at Christine, offering her another drink. "I was born in Cleveland, Ohio on March 1st, 1954. The implants extend your life well beyond normal, part of the disease prevention part I told you. You will be immune to most diseases other humans are affected with; you can breathe air that would kill others; and you are able to survive atmospheric conditions that would also be lethal to other humans and even many alien species. Your improved metabolism will prevent you from ever getting fat, over even prevent most drugs from taking effect—which is a bitch when you undergo surgery,” she said. “That’s why I like this brandy,” she smiled, “it's about the only thing I can get shit-faced with," she laughed.
"There are a few side effects that also come with the job, but we can discuss those more fully if you make a decision. There is no time table for this Christine, take your time, as your life literally depends upon it, but a decision does need to be made," Kathleen said, offering another drink which Christine declined, already feeling light-headed.
"You said Daryl was 300 some years old?" she said quietly.
"Don't miss much, that's a good sign," Kathleen smiled. "I told you there were seven agents, two of which were you and I," she said to Christine's nod. "Daryl is another—he was an agent long before I was ever born, serving the agency for over two hundred years until he decided to retire to an office position. He put up with it the longest of anybody I know. I’ve done it for forty years before I had my fill. Once an agent quits they are given whatever position they want in the Federation for their honored service," she explained. "I chose to lead other agents, as I firmly believe in the job. Daryl had similar thoughts, choosing to use his empathy towards finding better agents, as he was as sick as I was of losing one candidate after another.
"We have two other agents in retirement, leaving only two others in the field. One of them is currently MIA, although his life signs are still registering to our AI’s, indicating he is still alive, but we have no idea of his whereabouts. At this point it is assumed he is compromised, and if he issues the command to his link to our AI it will initiate a kill sequence, frying his brain and killing him instantly," she said to Christine's shocked look.
"The bottom line is we are spies Christine, and as I told you, with my Source they become a part of you until you are replaced. One of the cybernetic implants implanted within you will allow your AI to communicate over vast distances, almost telepathically. The only way to remove the link once placed within you is to kill you and cut out your brain, at which point the implant self-destructs—another safety feature to prevent the wrong hands on gaining access to our systems," she said gravely.
“Although The Source will be assigned to solely you as its agent, it will always be a part of me, and if there were an emergency, it can immediately re-establish its link to notify me, but hopefully that time will never come,” she said.
"But enough doomsday talk. You are free of any other duties until you make your decision, which, as I said before, you can take as long as you want, but decide you must," Kathleen told her.
Christine stood up, almost immediately falling back to the couch as Kathleen laughed, breaking the somber mood.
"I told you this stuff sneaks up on you. Do you want me to walk you to your room?" she asked.
Christine declined, telling her she could make it on her own, silently leaving the office, albeit wobbly.
She was not sure how long she sat in her room, staring at the waterfall filling one entire wall. She had seen something similar in a magazine, telling Chthluxax’ it would have been neat to have, and the next day after her physical therapy session when she had gone back to her room, it was there—her entire wall transformed into a rocky waterfall, installed and functioning perfectly.
Over the last two months, the Baslax had become a common fixture at her side—her mentor in terms of knowledge, and a sparring partner during training. She had grown quite fond of him, not even realizing the point when he had gone from horse-headed alien to friend, made readily apparent by his gift of the waterfall. She had tried to thank him, but he pleaded ignorance about ever knowing about it; however, as he was the only one she had told, she knew the truth.
As if aware of him being in her thoughts, the door opened, the subject of her thoughts stepping into the room.
"If I am intruding, I can leave," Chthluxax’ said.
Christine smiled, waving the alien in as he sat across from her.
"Kathleen told me it was time," he said, his accented English distinctive in its own way.
The Baslax could speak his own tongue and she would still understand him, as a universal translator had been implanted into his vocal cords to cause his words to be understood by whomever he was talking to, but he chose to speak in whoever’s native language he was addressing.
Christine wore an ear bud to decipher the alien speech within the facility, so she could have understood him even if he spoke his native tongue; however, her ear bud was not as advanced as the one implanted in agents. She had been told she would eventually be fitted with one, realizing it was probably one of the many cybernetic implants possibly in her future.
"How is it for Baslax," she paused, "-eans?" she asked.
Chthluxax’ smiled, his small mouth at the end of his elongated head stretching from side to side.
"Baslas, would be the correct pronunciation in your tongue," he said. "Sadly, the Baslas need fewer implants and even then, they are never a health hazard. Most species of agents need only a few implants, it is only due to the nature of your species, being relatively fragile, that makes the need for so many implants to be performed," he explained. “In fact, due to the high mortality rate, human agents were actually illegal for hundreds of your years before being allowed to be attempted again. Daryl was the third to survive following the ban, and Kathleen is the youngest. Ben-Paul, whom you have not met, became a full agent nearly 200 of your years before now. And before Daryl was Ying, who is currently missing; he became an agent roughly an earth millennium ago. Humans are only asked if the need is great," he said, Christine familiar enough with his mannerisms to know he had finished lecturing by folding his hands.
She smiled at the now familiar gesture Chthluxax’ did when giving a talk to her, the action a physical pause for her to consider his words.
"And I assume the need is great," she concluded, looking up as Chthluxax’ sighed.
"My child, the need is always great for agents. Your species, and in particular your sex, does things to others that nobody understands, but it has always been so. And there will always be others. If not you, another will be chosen, and another after that, continuing until eventually one survives. You yourself may perish, and someday there will be another. Do not let the need sway your opinion," he admonished.
"But it is something I believe in," Christine told him. "All my life I felt there was more to it. When I walked into Daryl's office I already assumed I was going to be a waitress, possibly a stripper, but it was something I accepted. Once I entered into the agency, I finally feel like I belong. If I always second guessed myself, I would never do anything. I feel I am resigned to this somehow, come what may," she said to him. "Does that make any sense?" she asked.
"More than even yourself understand, my child," the creature told her, moving closer so that he could put his arm around her.
"Tell me about your parents," he said suddenly, surprising her with the change of topic as she leaned into him.
For the next hour she told him of not only her parents, but her grandmother, whom she had only really known for three years before losing them all. She told him all about the trips her parents would take her, how they would struggle to save enough to go on a vacation just for her, even though they were broke and could use the money elsewhere.
"Travel is the best way for a child to learn, experiencing the new and unknown. But as much as one travels, you will never be prepared for the future," Chthluxax’ told her late into the evening.
********************
Christine awoke in her bed, not remembering falling asleep in Chthluxax’ arms on the couch, or even the Baslas tucking her in. The brandy must have hit her harder than she thought as she stirred from her sleep.
She was still wearing her onesie, although her boots had been placed at the foot of the bed and she smiled at Chthluxax’ treatment of her.
After a shower—she had been told the suit was actually continuously cleaning her, giving her the ‘fresh out of shower’ feeling she had noted the day before—but the physical process of washing herself was soothing.
When she was finished with her shower she put on the onsie again, amazed at how it felt as fresh as if it were cleaned.
She roamed the halls of the agency after that, stopping briefly to say hello to Kathleen. She commented on her outfit and her suspicions were confirmed, an agent’s clothing had tiny nanobots in the fiber keeping it clean and in repair such that it could be worn forever without cleaning. The zipper technology she had noticed was a similar technology.
Neither mentioned the big elephant of a decision looming between them. Instead, Kathleen kept the discussion light and followed Christine's lead in topics. They had coffee together, and then Christine excused herself to give herself more time to think.
Eventually she found herself outside of Daryl's office, glancing at Emily who smiled sadly at her.
"Oh Sweetie, I heard. Do you want to talk?" she asked.
Christine thanked her for her kindness, instead asking, "Is Daryl in?"
Emily smiled, nodding and opening the door without even announcing her presence as she waved Christine into the office, closing the door behind her after she entered.
At the sound of the door clicking shut, Daryl looked up, smiling at Christine.
"I knew you would be here eventually," he smiled. "Sit down dear, though I'm sure it will not ease the weight of decision before you," he said. "You want to talk about it?" he asked her, offering a glass of water—with lemon—which she declined.
"Tell me about it," she said to him, not needing to explain further.
"Well, each agent is different," he began. "One thing in common is it hurts like a fucking bitch!" he said, startling Christine with his language. "Sorry," he said, shaking his head, "I know that’s not proper language before a lady, but it's the cold truth. It is pain like you will never have felt pain before. It burrows into your bones; it enters every pore of your being. You will want to die, which may be why some agents do, choosing that over the pain. It will haunt you forever; I still have nightmares over it. And once that pain is over, it is time for the next series of implants, and the pain begins all over again," he told her.
"Great pep-talk Daryl," Christine smiled.
"You asked for the truth, would you have me lie?" he asked her as she shook her head. "Look, whatever your decision, everybody is behind you. If you decide to pass, there is a position for you anywhere you want. Nobody will think less of you, and nobody will ever mention it to you, it is a private decision. Nobody can pick life over death and be thought of being a lesser person," he told her, pouring himself a glass of water and putting in a slice of lemon from the refrigerator.
"And to answer your next question, yes, I would do it all over again," he smiled.
"Damn empaths," Christine murmured, loud enough for him to hear.
"Look, if you do go through it, I will be there. I was there for Kathleen, and she said through it all my voice was an anchor to hold onto. As an empath I can attempt to ease some of the pain if you ask," he told her.
"But don't empaths feel the emotions and feelings of others?" Christine asked as Daryl smiled at her.
"Smart girl, and yes, the pain you won’t feel will transfer over to me, but it is a small price to pay for your sanity. I have been through it once, and when helping Kathleen it was far less than what I had experienced on my own. It is something I freely offer," he told her.
"Free choice," she murmured, looking at him.
After a long pause she smiled shyly at him.
"You knew my decision before I even stepped into this door, didn't you," she smiled again.
Daryl smiled back, saying, "My dear, I knew the answer the first day you stepped through that door," he said, patting her shoulder.
They talked for a while longer, Daryl eventually accompanying Christine to Kathleen's office.
In answer to Kathleen's questioning glance, Christine looked at her and smiled, saying, "I'm ready for the worst," she said.
I haven't posted in a while, but a lot of things have been happening on the backend of real life and I wanted to share a couple of them.
First and foremost, I still plan to release the last few teasers this week. I don't have an ETA but I want them all done and posted by the end of the weekend, so keep an eye out on that.
Secondly, one of the reasons I've been busy has been my 3D Graphics obsession/hobby. I know many of you have privately contacted me on my FB name to see my work, and appreciate all the kind comments. Apparently the work has not been in vain because I have been contacted by a 3D Graphics promotional group to join them. It is not a monetary position, but I work on commissions in terms of getting the products I use in my images for free by the vendors. They pay the group to create images advertising and spotlighting their works, give us their items, and we make the images. They are then advertised all over the interwebz for that product.
I'm very excited. One of my major stipulations was I did not want this to become a "job" and be pressured into making content. I have seen way too many artists do this very same thing and suddenly they disappear from the art scene because all they are doing are promo images. And as time goes by, their artwork dwindles to exactly the same thing over and over and over falling into a rut doing just promos instead of actual art. This group is not pressuring me, and even if I only produce one piece a month they will be happy...so I'm looking forward not only to the work, but the actual exposure such advertising will bring!
Finally some other exciting news in the terms of erotica. As many of you know who have stayed with me all this time, one of my goals is eventually to illustrate my stories and sell them online. Imagine an illustrated version of Lapdancing Girlfriend where you yourself can see my version of Diamond battling Mr. DeWight for her sexual domination? Much of it has been a factor of time, incentive, and plain ignorance at how to go about that type of thing.
Well, the first step in that journey has begun! One of my stories is going to be illustrated! I have been contacted by an artist (I'll leave their identity unkown unless they want to announce it) to put to image one of my stories. Oddly, it is not one of my well-known works, but actually one of my "yet to be finished" stories--they have read the teaser and are extremely interested in putting to comic/storybook Lifeguard Gets Wet, as well as the possibility of other chapters in that storyline.
So as I mentioned in the title, my priorities are shifting slightly. I will be working mostly on Lifeguard to get the story out by May. I know, I know, everybody who knows me is screaming "OMG, he said he would never give an ETA and set a date for a release again!" LOL. I burned myself out on Lapdancing 05 as many of you know trying to get it out at a specific time, and this is the same type of thing. But the difference here is I will be paid for the work...money talks, hehehe.
So this past weekend and the upcoming weekends I will be working on the story of Penny, the young rich Southern belle who gets caught up in downtown Atlanta lifeguarding for the common man.
This is not simply an illustration of the story, like what I did with George Taskers Brandi Vavoom story, this will be putting the entire chapter into a storyboard/comic type presentation, so it can stand on its own as an illustrated story. I am basically the plot-writer, and although will have some input on the scenes and such, once everything is done, the illustrations will belong to the artist to post where and how he wants.
One of the biggest things this will accomplish is getting my work known to another audience. If people like the storyboard so much, they'll hopefully go and read the actual story. And if they like that, they will read others. The more the merrier.
The other thing this will do is get my head wrapped around actually moving forward with my illustration idea. I hope the set timeline will get me more used to deadlines, as well as getting more stories out quicker. I know last year was a disappointment to people in that I published NOTHING. This year I promise will be different...and the first published story I will do will become Lifeguard.
That does not mean I won't be working on my other stories. I always need a bit of change in writing so will undoubtedly work on my three main stories still on my agenda: Lapdancing 06, Extenuating Circumstances, and What's in a Name. Following that, Annie will get some long-overdue love. That will be hopefully FIVE releases this year, and hopefully more...but we'll see.
Anyways, I am really excited to enter this partnership and promise good things to come! Stay tuned for further information, as well as the remaining teasers that are long overdue!
This is probably another of the most anticipated teasers...my Skyrim story.
This story has garnished a different following from that of both Annie and Lapdancing, and is without a doubt one of the most asked for sequels to be posted. Although I have Chapters 03 (Whiterun) and 04 (Ivarstead) written, I still need to format the screenshots and insert the images before they can be posted...something that is a long and arduous process :/
But at least there's this teaser, hehehe.
Our protagonist has arrived in Whiterun and has met with The Companions and offered to become one of them. So we now join her in her first night at Jorrvaskr...
Suddenly I felt hands on my waist as Skjor pulled me into his lap.
“See Vilkas, I told you she wouldn’t mind,” he said, his hand returning to my thigh as he smiled.
Vilkas merely grunted, cutting off a large piece of boar and putting it on his plate.
Skjor made small talk with the other man while his hand continued stroking my thigh. I was aware of his strokes slowly working their way up, his hand moving to the inside of my thigh, even as I tried answered something Samhair said from the other side of the table.
Looking around, I saw Aela now sitting in Farkas’ lap—no, I take that back, she was actually straddling the dark warrior, who had one hand cupping her ass while the other moved in front or her between them. I suddenly saw Aela jerk up, a slight gasp coming from her mouth acknowledging my suspicions of where the hand had been headed when Skjor’s voice broke my attention.
“Don’t mind them,” Skjor told me, his hand sending shivers up my spine as it too got closer to my cleft.
I asked if Aela and Farkas were a couple and both Skjor and Vilkas burst out laughing, drawing attention from everybody.
“By the Divines, no,” laughed Skjor. “We Companions share everything, whether it be fighting, money, furniture, or more intimate pursuits,” he said with a smile. “This is one big community, and we hold no ties to any one person, the Companions as a whole are our sole loyalty,” he said. “We are here for each other’s protection, aid, and benefit in all things. Amongst ourselves we have no ties but to each other,” he explained. “Every woman belongs to every man, and every man to every woman,” he told me.
I looked around, seeing other people paired up in various states of undress.
Bree was straddling a man’s lap who I remembered being called Brill, not a Companion, but a servant to Vilkas. His hands were roaming over her ass beneath her leather skirt, and I watched as her hips slowly moved. It was only then I noticed in amazement his hips moving as well, the understanding dawning upon me that they were actually fucking right there, the sight mesmerizing. And as I watched, Bree’s hips began to move faster, riding him more energetically as she straddled his lap, her head resting on his shoulder as her body rose and fell upon his cock.
My attention was broken as Lydia came by, asking if I needed anything.
At the shake of my head she told me she was heading back to Breezehome to tend to the house. I told her I would be staying here at Jorrvaskr for the time being and she nodded, saying she understood as she left.
I suddenly gasped as a hand cupped my crotch; however, I was still aware of Skjor’s hand on my thigh. Looking down, I saw it was Vilkas’ hand cupping me tightly.
“There are times when a shield brother or sister needs to know their fellows more intimately than anybody else, both during and after battle,” he told me, his hand slowly stroking me through my suede thong.
I heard a moan and looked over to see Aela, her top now pulled up over her breasts facing away from Farkas, her body moving up and down, obviously riding his cock. Farkas had one hand on her hip for support while his other mauled her left breast. Suddenly she began moving rapidly up and down, fucking him wildly as her free breast bounced in rhythm to her movements.
The presence of all the displays of affection caused my own body to respond, and as I looked over to Bree, then Aela, my whole body became alive.
“Aiya!” I let out a surprised grunt as Vilka’s finger slide underneath the thin strip of leather covering my slit, his finger plunging into my already drenched folds.
“The Circle always gets to know its new recruits,” I heard Skjor say behind me as his hand moved underneath my cuirass, cupping my breast.
Instinctively I opened my legs further apart, giving Vilkas’ open access to my cleft as I could only moan in delight at the sensations flowing through my body.
“Which of us would you like first?” asked Vilkas.
I immediately stood up between them, and bending over, told them, “That’s your decision,” I said coyly, but whomever is second needs to get in front of me,” I smiled.
Instantly I heard the scraping of two chairs moving out as the men stood.
I felt hands slide across my ass, a finger hooking underneath the thong and pulling it to the side as I saw a shadow move around in front of me on the other side of the table. Looking forward I saw Vilkas’ step up, his erect penis already standing at attention as I bent forward, taking it in my mouth.
He let out a groan, when I suddenly felt my pussy invaded by a stiff hard cock.
“Mmugnckth!” I said around the cock in my mouth at the sudden invasion of my womanhood.
Skjor wasted no time, thrusting in and out of me wildly. I was so wet he slid easily through me, the walls of my vagina gladly stretching to accommodate him as I eagerly sucked on the cock in front of me.
Vilkas’ hands rested on my head, holding it still as his hips began thrusting forward, his thrusts matching Skjors such that my body was impaled simultaneously by the two men, then a brief release as they moved back, only to be suddenly invaded again.
The feeling was exquisite, almost as if it had been years since I had been penetrated as my body gave in to its lust.
My orgasm build higher and higher as Skjor impaled me repeatedly, and although frustrating at not being able to reach an orgasm, I was not surprised when I reached that ‘almost there’ sensation before it began to rebuild. I recalled the incredible sensation of my body completely overcome with release as the dragon’s soul was absorbed into me and in response, all my juices began flowing. My pussy was drenched, while my mouth watered profusely, Vilkas’ cock sliding easily in and out of my mouth and deeper into my throat.
Skjor’s rhythm began to become erratic, his cock hardening until it felt like somebody was pounding the hilt of a sword into me again and again as I knew he was close to release. Suddenly I felt him jerk, his hips slamming into my ass as I felt the warmth of his balls emptying into me.
My body became alive with the infusion of energy as he came, almost forgetting how my senses became enhanced from a man’s fluids.
I could hear the steady irregular slapping sounds as Aela and Bree each rode their partner’s cocks, intermixed with the wet slurping noises of Vilkas’ cock moving in and out of my mouth when suddenly Vilkas’ pulled out.
Unprepared, my mouth made a loud popping noise as my lips were suddenly devoid of his shaft as he smiled at me, my lips puckered and still moving like a fish.
“As good as that mouth is, I need to feel myself inside you,” he said, backing away and moving around the table.
I felt Skjor pull out of me, a small moan escaping my lips at the lack of sensation, when suddenly it was replaced by an even larger cock.
“Ungha!” I grunted as Vilkas wasted no time slamming into me.
My body jerked forward repeatedly as he mercilessly fucked me.
I saw another shadow in front of me and saw Skjor standing in front of me, his cock shining in the firelight from my juices. Smiling at him, I immediately opened my mouth, his cock sliding between my lips as I eagerly cleaned him off, the taste of my own fluids mixed with his—a salty mixture of thyme, hyssop, and juniper—filling my mouth.
As I cleaned Skjor off, the sound of my Vilkas repeatedly slamming into my ass cheeks echoed through the hall, the fast paced “slap…slap…slap…slap” drowning out the moans of the other girls.
Taking a moment to breath, I looked to the other side of the hall and saw Athis, the grouchy dark-elf, being sucked off by Njada, the other grouchy one, thinking they were a fit pair.
My attention was pulled away by the loud crash of a goblet falling to the floor as I turned and saw Farkas had pushed Aela forward on the table, pressing upon her back as his face contorted in obvious male release while Aela groaned repeatedly, her own orgasms flooding her body.
I felt my own orgasm building yet again, once again dismayed but not surprised as it reached a build-up to only start over again.
Immediately a weight fell upon me, the cold chill of Vilkas’ breastplate against my back as I felt his manhood begin to flood me with his seed, the sudden energy burst flowing throughout my body. I contracted my muscles, milking his twitching cock as he made small forward thrusts into me, emptying himself completely in my womb before he pulled out.
I continued to lay there, face forward on the table as I heard Bree shout out in release, the grunt of Brill following, knowing she was being well served as well.
The inside of my thighs began to warm as the fluids of both men slowly eased out of me, and I leaned up.
Without thinking I reached down, scooping some of the fluid from my thighs and licked my fingers, the taste of various herbs and salt flowing over my taste buds as I heard chuckling behind me. Turning, I saw Skjor smiling at me as he wished everybody a good night, heading the Living Quarters for the night.
And as each copulation completed, the others also bid each a good night’s sleep, until soon it was only me, Bree, and Tilma in the hall.
I asked Tilma if she needed help cleaning and she smiled at me, saying, “No, no, that’s my job. You rest, you’ve had a productive day, it’s not every day that not only one, but two of the Circle take such an interest in a new recruit,” she said.
Bree said she would return to Breezehome, saying it will be less lonely in bed now that she had been satiated as I wished her good night as well.
Feeling the day’s events come over me, I headed to the recruit’s quarters myself, finding an empty bed.
Taking off my armor and setting my sword within easy reach, I laid down, pulling the furred blanket over me.
Sister Cassandra is a working title...I'm not sure whether that will be the final title or not. As there are only a few pages written, I did not pull a random selection. This is the very beginning, going through the preface and about 50% of what I've written thus far.
Where the story goes, I'm not yet certain, LOL...but the idea is in outline form and I'm hoping it to be sort of a fantasy/sci-fi type story...so hope it sparks some interest!
The first memory she had was of pain.
No, make that Pain.
This was not the type of pain you get when you jam your toe, or even the type of pain a woman experiences through childbirth. It was not the type of pain where you saw red—or any color for that matter—this was the type of pain where you saw the brightest white light ever experienced. It was a pain that could not be described or even pinpointed as to its location, as it flowed through every pore, every surface, and throughout her entire being. It filled her and surrounded her until she became one with it. It was a white hot searing pain of epic proportions—the type of pain you could not even wish you were dead for, as even in death the pain would be all-encompassing.
She did not know how long the pain wracked her body, her mind, her very soul. It was at least an eternity, probably longer. Time had no essence, no bearing upon the here and now. There was only Pain.
And then there was pleasure.
Once again she corrected herself, for it was Pleasure.
Once more her mind attempted to wrap itself around the sensations as her body, her soul undulated in a visceral pleasure no words could describe.
It was not the pleasure of eating your favorite desert, or even the type of pleasure one felt looking upon your newborn for the first time. This was the type of pleasure that knew no bounds, as if a million orgasms were coursing through your body, through every fingertip, toe, and extremity. It coursed through ever cell, every atom within her and around her. It was not the pleasure of your first, or even multiple, orgasms, it was the accumulation of every orgasm that had ever existed, from every being from every time suddenly slamming into her core.
The intense pleasure coursed through her body until time lost all meaning. There was no time.
How long the pleasure lasted she again had no idea. A lifetime; multiple lifetimes; an eternity. As with the pain it was all encompassing, until there was only pleasure and no other thought upon her consciousness. Until not even a memory of the pain registered within her, it was only pleasure.
She was not sure when the Pain ended and the Pleasure began, or even remembered the Pain as the Pleasure continued to course through her very existence. First there was one, then the other.
And then Pleasure was replaced by the Pain.
When all memory of anything else left her and there was only Pain, there was once again Pleasure.
Somewhere deep within her genetic material, located deep beyond even her mitochondrial DNA footprint, she had the realization of both the Pain and Pleasure cycling throughout her being.
But there was only one, and then there was the other, the complete absence of the former to be replaced by the latter.
Such was her existence, until all else was forgotten but the Pain, or the Pleasure, depending on which cycle of her existence was being manifested.
Ultimately the two merged, Pain and Pleasure existing simultaneously to the point where she did not know if she derived one from the other, or if they were merely manifestations of the same sensations.
Her screams of agony and ecstasy echoed with screams of euphoria and torment, until they were one and the same, the sensation overpowering her throughout eternity.
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The first cognitive memory she had was that of lying upon cool stone. She was on her side, her knees pulled forward into her chest.
In some distant part of her mind she knew she was fully naked to the elements, aware of only the cool stone against her skin and a wisp of air over the rest of her body. Her skin was extremely sensitive, each individual hair upon her skin moving with the cool breeze, as well as the flawless smoothness of the rock beneath her.
The next memory was that of her ears ringing, which she believed was more from the screams that had filled her soul and exited her mouth for an infinity of lifetimes than from any abrupt pressure changes. And instantly she knew if she attempted to speak, all that would come out of her mouth would be a croaking raspy sound.
None of things bothered her though, as she was aware of only one thing—the absence of Pain and Pleasure. The sensations of her lying upon the stone and the soft breeze across her skin were more of absences of the two sensations, only realized through and the vacuum left by them.
These new sensations were foreign to her, and her mind, in an attempt to replace what was now lost, converted them into that which she only know, as they soon became pleasure and pain.
She screamed, or attempted to, the sound only exiting her mouth like the longest of exhales as her mind became filled with turmoil at the loss of Pleasure and Pain, her soul feeling both the pain of their loss, as well as the pleasure of their loss. It was the absence of these two things causing her to feel something else, trying to derive both pleasure and pain from the new sensations. The cool stone, the soft breeze, these now became both painful and pleasurable for her, as a cascade of feelings flooded through her, foreign after the eternity of only having the other two sensations.
As her mind attempted to grasp the loss of the only things she knew and resolve these new sensations her body attempted to replace them with, she became aware of voices, her mind giving the sounds of vocal manifestations further extensions of her Pain and Pleasure.
At first they were mere mumblings in the back of her mind, but soon she began to discern words.
“She is exquisite,” said Pleasure, a soothing voice to her ears, a melodious voice which she could drift upon the clouds and listen to forever.
“Exquisite? She is fucking hot! Imagine every bitch you ever thought was fuckable rolled into one, and then quadruple that, that is what she is. She is fucking perfect, the perfect fuck toy,” Pain said.
“She is a gift. A gift from both worlds, the best of each,” Pleasure replied.
“She is a gift,” Pain echoed. “A gift of both worlds, and the most evil of each,” came the retort.
“The soul has been cleansed and conditioned, there now only remains the pure vessel which will hold it,” Pleasure said.
“This is the part I have been waiting for,” Pain said, as she felt herself rolled upon her back, the cool stone changing its pressure and regions of her body where it touched.
All the sensations—the stone, the firm grip upon her hips by pain—all these were foreign to her as she once again attempted to fill the gap left by the absence of the former sensations.
All she had known before was Pleasure and Pain, and now the new sensations were overwhelming her.
She attempted to open her eyes, closing them immediately as a blinding white light burned her retinas.
In the back of her mind she comprehended the room as being dark, but even the small light from whatever source entering the room from miles away was blinding to her overly sensitive eyes.
As the burning of her eyes slowly eased, her mind realized she had briefly seen a large shadow next to her, and an equally large one by her feet, but the pain and pleasure of the bright light was foremost upon her mind.
She felt her legs spread apart, a firm grip upon her ankles as she was pulled forward.
She hissed, the expelling of air escaping from her mouth the only thing she had left as a scream, caused by the sudden changes of sensations as her body scraped across the cool smooth stone until her ass was on the edge.
She had the sensation of somebody leaning over her, and once again attempted to open her eyes, suddenly realizing they already were open; however, all she saw was blackness—or maybe it was whiteness. Once again the two blended together.
She had been suspended in time and space, knowing only the two radical sensations for so long she did not know what was right or wrong, left or right, black or white, light or darkness.
“What are you doing?” Pleasure asked, the voice rising to the point of becoming Pain, the sound emanating from somewhere beyond her left shoulder, loud and soft at the same time.
She almost screamed as the words reverberated against the walls, floor, and ceiling, filling her senses to the point of the most exquisite agony.
“You know as well as I for the xenogenetic morphogenesis to take effect there must be equal infusions of DNA from both sides. If you prefer to fuck it, then I’ll take the oral rough,” Pain said with a laugh.
Once again the words reverberated around her, causing her to writhe in tormented joy.
She hissed again as she felt a soft caress up her thigh, her newly awakened her nerve endings creating sensations throughout her body at such a magnitude, she became prepared once again for the manifestations of pain or pleasure, caring for both, yearning for each.
“We cannot!” Pleasure said, “she is unaware of her surroundings,” came the anxious voice.
“Fuck that!” Pain spat. “She will never be aware unless the metamorphosis is complete. You know as well as I the binding of opposing forces must take place as soon as consciousness and life is established. You know she will never accede, this decision is not hers to make. If we were to triumph it must be done now, while the vessel is still empty and pure,” Pain said.
The litany of words were almost too much for her, and by the time Pain finished the roar of echoes upon echoes made her feel like her ears were going to bleed.
There was a long pause, and she relished the silence, even as she became focused upon the caress of a hand sliding up her stomach to her breast.
Suddenly she arched her back, moaning as the open caress turned into an encircling clamp, squeezing her mammary tissue and arousing her to the point of orgasm—but whether the sensations were derived from pain or pleasure—or even both—she knew not.
She gasped as a warm, wet sensation crossed her nipple, the distance knowledge of her mind realizing a tongue had flicked across her hardened bud, and she felt a yearning so severe her body thrashed upon the stone as she squirmed for more and for the feelings to stop at the same time.
“You know it must be done, and if you do not follow through, all will be lost,” Pain said more urgently.
The vibrations of his voice coursed across her wetted breast, and she comprehended he had been the one to lick her.
“So be it,” she heard Pleasure say, now closer.
In the deep recesses of her mind she was aware of another shadow looming over her, a vague presence between her legs.
“Forgive me child, and may God forgive us,” Pleasure said.
Suddenly her back arched in response to her core being invaded by the most exquisite sensation, a hardened phallus entering her swiftly and painfully. She let out a cry as the male appendage pulled back and thrusted even deeper into her, and then further with each stroke, scream sof agony and pleasure exiting her mouth.
Her body had been so aroused the invading appendage met no resistance, her core well-lubricated as her muscles loosened and expanded to accommodate the large member moving within her.
“Niiiice!” she heard Pain say, now near her head.
She felt the massive cock pull back, once again slamming into her core and she opened her mouth to scream in bliss and agony; however, her cries were muffled when abruptly another cock entered her mouth, the cock equally as massive, spreading her mouth wide open as it passed across her lips and teeth, slamming into the back of her throat.
She heard a gag—a wet expulsion of air—and realized it was coming from her throat as the cock pulled back and slammed into her oral cavity once more.
Reflexively her lips clamped down on the member, a moan escaping her closed mouth as she used her tongue to stroke the hard cylinder, relishing the new sensation of the velvety hard member in her mouth.
She grunted as the cock within her core began sliding back and forth rhythmically, the head scraping across the lining of her birth canal over and over, penetrating her cervix and easily entering her womb.
The two cocks moved in sync, and she felt as if she was impaled by one single huge male appendage, entering her core, traveling through her womb, and exiting her mouth as the impossibly large cock passing by her lips slid down her throat, lodging deep within her stomach. Then the fantastical appendage was pulled the other way, forcing itself out of the back of her esophagus, indeed through her very soul as the cock pulled back, her labia averting as the large cock again changed direction, her labia wrapped around the large shaft as if her body tried to hold on to the large shaft, reluctant to let it go.
Her body was wracked with pleasure and pain as she was ravished. Back and forth, in and out.
She realized from some distant memory that both male appendages were extraordinarily large, not only in girth but also in length. Her mouth and lips were forced unbelievably wide-open, her jaw barely able to give the cock in her mouth room as it moved in and out of her repeatedly. No cock should travel down her throat into her stomach, and yet that was what was happening. And her vaginal muscles were stretched just as wide as the cock between her legs slammed into her over and over, each thrust slamming through her cervix and unbelievably into her womb.
Even with her mouth completely full of cock she moaned uncontrollably, from both pleasure and pain, relishing both sensations as she was used. She was no longer able to see anything, as her eyes were rolled up and back into her skull, unable to focus, as she was overcome by the feelings, her body thrashing in orgasmic release upon release..
Her lips continued to clamp down on the shaft moving in and out of her mouth and throat and she suddenly realized she had not taken a breath—at least not since the cock had entered her mouth. In fact, she was unable to recall if she had taken any breaths since awakening upon the stone slab.
Meanwhile her body continued thrashing from the sensations of her assault, the cocks within her now having an urgency of their own as they sped up, moving of their own volition at different rhythms. No longer was there a single appendage going through her, but multiple distinct cocks, each dominating the orifice being used without any regard to her welfare—and she loved it!
Suddenly her mouth and throat was flooded with Pain’s release, the cock lurching forward into her throat and down her esophagus as she felt the ejaculate spray into her stomach. She felt a growing warmth spread through her as the warm salty ejaculate continued to flow, rising out of her stomach and throat and into her mouth as, just like the size of the cocks, an ungodly amount of fluid—what felt to be gallons—filled not only her throat, but her stomach as well until it spilled past her lips, shooting out of her nose.
She realized she was drowning in cum, and yet she did not panic, instead feeling a life rejuvenation course through her body. Instinctively she began moving her throat rhythmically to milk the cock in her oral cavity of every drop of the rejuvenating liquid as she eagerly drank what was given to her.
“There’s a good girl, take it all in,” Pain said to her rasping ears.
And drink she did. It was like she had been in the desert for days, given an unending supply of water. She could not explain her massive desire, but her body acted upon instinct, taking what was given to her as she immediately felt her strength returning.
Then the cock within her vaginal canal began to spasm, and she felt its warmth travelling up her vagina, the warmth spreading deep into her, making its way directly into her womb, the amazing amount again filling her, spilling out of her pussy as it spread through her body.
Once again she felt a rejuvenating force, as if the ejaculate filling her birth cavity and beyond was soaking into her and she was deriving fortitude from both men’s releases.
Abruptly and without any warning her body began thrashing in its own orgasm, undulating in quivers as she relished the pain and the pleasure. And she wanted more, more of each as she convulsed upon the table, unable to do anything but ride the sensation as her body came, not only from her cunt, but her mouth as well. She had no control over herself as she spasmed repeatedly, her mind exploding in pure bliss as she was pumped over and over with cum, as if she were a gas tank being filled at both ends.
When the flood of heated fluid began to lessen, the spasms of each appendage now only dribbles, the cocks pulled out of her as she moaned at their loss.
She was vaguely aware of the two bodies switching places when suddenly she cried out as the massive cock recently in her mouth plowed its way into her core, the head of the cock slamming through her cervical wall as her womb was invaded in a single thrust.
But before she could scream the other cock shoved its way into her mouth just as forcefully, in one thrust going past the back of her throat and into her esophagus, lodging deep into her stomach without hesitation.
She moaned at the new tastes upon her palate—those of herself as well as the other man, Pleasure—as she was once more ravaged.
Just as before the fucking recommenced, this time her body thrashing in the throes of ecstasy and agony in an epileptic fit as she was once again fucked in both orifices, her orgasms feeding off themselves as well as perpetuated by the use of her body.
She lost all track of time, feeling as if she was being used for eternity when each finally released into her a second time, the growing rejuvenating warmth once more spreading throughout her body as she undulated and gyrated in mixed pain and pleasure.
And then once again they switched, each taking turns assailing her pussy and mouth, over and over until all she felt was Pleasure and Pain consuming her soul over and over. Her body was in a continuous spasm multiple and a single orgasm melding together. Her release was never-ending, the cocks unrelenting as she was used over and over, unable to discern pleasure from pain as she was ravished without cessation, her entire being flooded with each man’s cum which her body seemed to absorb faster and faster after each release of the men’s cocks.
One thing these teasers are doing, is refreshing me with all the outstanding stories I have, LOL. It's a quick way for me to edit various parts, but not focus on anything in particular, which is sort of what I need right now. Although I don't necessarily have writer's block on what I am doing with Extenuating Circumstances, What's in a Name, and Lapdancing 06, I still need to distance my thoughts a bit so I can then focus on one of them...and these teasers are giving me that distancing.
This next teaser is one I started a while ago based upon a Literotica forum idea. It is about a snooty Southern rich girl who is being punished by her well-to-do father and family by not being able to go on the annual summer vacation to The Hamptons. The story starts out with the father catching his youngest of three daughters making out with a waiter at her debutant party.
Because she wants to grovel with the common folk beneath her family's station, the father decides she will instead have to get a summer job and live like the middle and lower class she seems to fancy. As such, he sends her off to her former nanny in south Atlanta, to stay with her and find a job and realize how good she has it.
Our protagaonist, Penny, is overjoyed to spend time with her nanny, "Aunt Regina," an elderly large black woman who never took any of her father's shit. Although the former nanny feels sorry for the young woman, she believe her father is correct in making her work the summer and finds a job as a lifeguard for her, as Penny was on the swim team in high school.
But first she must take lifeguard lessons...so this teaser starts off as she heads to her first day of training...
In order to get to the pool facility where her training would be held, Penny had to take the bus to the MARTA train station, then take the Gold line northeast, transferring to another bus that would drop her off near the facility. Although feeling like a fish out of water, with Aunt Regina’s MARTA card and the help of the website route map, Penny was pretty certain of her trip—which the site mapped out to 40 minutes.
Of course, the first trek of the journey was already 10 minutes late, so she was too concerned with the time to care about the leers of the men around her.
Adding to her dismay, once she stepped onto the bus she saw it was completely full, the only option available being to stand and hold one of the dangling ceiling straps. Sighing at her apparently misfortune, she reached up and grasped the leather loop just as the bus lurched forward.
Stretched with her hand above her head, Penny could feel her top tightly against her body, suddenly regretting not wearing a bra as the t-shirt material pressed against her skin.
But once again her concern turned towards the time, not wanting to be late as the bus seemed to jerk and stop at every single bus stop along the way to the train station.
Wishing she had brought her iPod to drown out the cacophony of sounds upon the crowded bus, Penny’s mind quickly became numb, falling into the classic haze brought on by the repetitive motions of riding public transportation, the bus progressing on its route and repeatedly stopping and starting, stopping and starting.
Her mind clouded by the mind-numbing motions of the bus ride, she slowly began to get the feeling of being watched. It was like a second-sense to her awareness, a niggling feeling up her back, and glancing around the crowded rectangular space, Penny noticed several guys on her periphery openly admiring her. Turning her neck and pretending she was stretching, she saw even more men, those behind her staring at her ass, while those to the side of her were obviously looking at her exposed waist, her shirt riding up even higher due to her hand being above her head holding to hold the strap.
And as the bus once again lurched to a stop, more people getting on than off, and started up again, Penny realized her breasts were jiggling like a Christmas Jell-O mold, the material stretched across her chest doing absolutely nothing to hide her braless state!
Once again Penny felt the familiar mixture of thrill, excitement, vulnerability, and general ‘out-of-place’ feelings.
How the hell did a debutant belonging to one of the richest families in the South end up on a bus in downtown Atlanta, surrounded by people whose sum total of incomes probably did not even come close to her own trust fund?
Of course, she knew the reason, and it was the very stubbornness that got her here causing her to take a deep breath and stick out her chest even more, as if proud to show off her body.
To her spoiled thinking, the people around her were beneath her, and something to completely ignore. Just as their family’s maid sometimes helped her dress, she believed her station was above those around her, so merely thought of their interest as being one of looking at their betters.
And although she could dismiss some of the stares around her, it was obvious many of the men’s stares were not one of respect or even awe, but of plain, unadulterated lust. And Penny’s body was aware of the visceral looks of the men, and it was with nervous self-awareness she felt her pulse increase, the earlier arousal returning as her breasts tightened up, becoming harder than even before when she had waited at the bus stop.
With her hand above her head, Penny was completely on display, her body stretched out from floor to ceiling, and she could not do anything about it due to trying to keep her balance on the moving, jerking bus. She poised almost like a model, her legs spread slightly apart for balance as her arm reached above her head, her young curvaceous body exposed before strangers.
And the idea of being so displayed, like a side of beef going to market, excited her. She had always enjoyed the looks of men—even those ‘beneath her station’ as her father always stated—and now, surrounded by the jerking, shuffling crowd, knowing she was being looked at more than any other woman on the bus, turned her on.
Although Penny had been intimate with several men in the past, only one had ever been with her long enough to discover her body’s most intimate secret—if she was subjected to a veritable rollercoaster ride of being turned on and then allowed her to cool down before becoming excited again, she was increasingly more aroused each time, until she reached a point where she wanting nothing but sex, and willing to do almost anything to get it.
She remembered back to the one person who had discovered her body’s response, her high school sweetheart, who on prom night had practically tortured her, making out and then wanting to ‘talk,’ repeating the sequence over and over until she literally screamed to be fucked, not caring who heard them in his car in the parking lot—or caring if anybody else joined in.
And even though this was only the second time this morning Penny was aroused, her awareness of the men’s stares at her was still increased, their stares not only causing her upper body to heat up, her pulse speeding up, but she could feel a slight flush on her cheeks and a deep-seeded warmth beneath her stomach.
She drew some comfort at the bus being so crowded it would be unlikely most people would noticed her hardening nipples through the shirt material, but to further prevent her body being on display to too many people she turned slightly, facing the window in an attempt to minimize her profile as she tried to ignore the men out of her periphery vision.
At the next stop the driver stopped short, the bus jerking everybody forward and causing Penny to grip the hand strap tighter, automatically locking her legs as her body moved in synch with everybody else. Then just as abruptly, the bus began moving forward and she once again braced herself as she slowly prepared to settle back into the white noise surrounding her.
Suddenly a comment from in front of her caught her attention.
“Holy shit, did you see those things jiggle?” a distinctive male—albeit young—voice said, the sound slightly below her.
Looking down, Penny saw two older teenage boys sitting in front of her, both them looking blatantly up her shirt! To Penny’s humiliation she realized even though the t-shirt material was tight around her breasts, with her hand raised to hold the hand strap and having to lean slightly forward for balance, the bottom of her shirt was hanging forward loosely off her breasts, her firm curves shelving the material off the tops of her breasts and giving the two boys sitting in front of her a full view of the bottoms of her breasts!
Not for the first time today, Penny regretted her choice of shirts, never considering she would ever have her hands raised over her head giving anybody below her such a view.
In alarm and embarrassment, Penny tried to maneuver herself around; however, her other hand was still holding her orange juice and her bag and switching hands was not possible. In addition, the bus was so crowded she could barely move as everybody jostled back and forth to make room for those getting on and off at the stops, effectively sandwiching her in place. All she could do was try to pivot her body, which unfortunately all her squirming did was cause her to jostle to the side, causing her breasts to give another responding bounce—much to the boys’ delight.
For yet a third time this morning Penny’s body became flushed, the mixtures of shame, humiliation, and surprisingly, growing arousal caused her body to respond, this time flooding her core with a deep heat as she made a feeble attempt at ignoring the two guys before her and her inadvertent peep show.
Her mouth dry, she remembered the glass of orange juice in her hand, raising it to take a drink.
Suddenly then the unthinkable happened. As Penny was taking a drink, the man next to her reached up at the same time to grab his hand strap, his elbow raising to the perfect height of her glass she was tilting forward for a drink. Before she could react, the contents of the entire glass poured out of the cup onto her chin, spilling all over her shirt!
Penny gasped in shock as her shirt became saturated with the cold liquid, gasping big gulps of air out loud as the man next to her profusely apologized.
Continuing to gasp from the cold fluid, Penny vaguely heard the guys sitting below her also cussing, the juice spilling upon them as well.
An elderly woman sitting next to the boys tried to help her, handing Penny some tissues, but the damage was already done, her shirt drenched and clinging to her body from the orange sticky liquid, so other than cleaning off her chin and neck with the Kleenex, there was little she could do about her clothing.
Chastising herself for not even bringing a towel to the swim training—her having been told everything would be provided—she wondered how much worse the day could get.
The man next to her was continuing to apologize as Penny told him it was alright, him somewhat appeased as she told him thankfully it had only been orange juice and nothing that would stain their clothes.
Her attention was brought back to the two teenagers, and now having her other hand free—albeit not the way she would have preferred—Penny turned her body, grasping the hand strap with her other hand as she pivoted away from the guys, to their obvious disappointment.
But Penny could care less about their disappointment at losing their peep show as she attempted to ignore the cold, clinging sensation of her sticky wet shirt against her body, thankful as the bus finally pulled into the College Park train station.
As the bus unloaded and Penny waited for her turn to disembark from the bus, she glanced up and found the man who had knocked her hand and spilt her orange juice looking at her intently.
At first she thought he was going to apologize again, ready to tell him it was alright when she saw he was not really looking at her, but instead starting intently at her shirt. Looking down, Penny was mortified to see the now-orange wet material molded to her breasts like a second skin and revealing everything, her erect nipples—hard from both her previous arousals and the cold liquid—blatantly visible.
Penny felt her whole body flush with shame, mortified at her exposure and body’s reaction in such a public place. In the back of her mind she resolved to bring a change of clothes from now on, wherever she went, still not believing how her day had turned out so far.
Her humiliation was interrupted as the group of people directly in front of her on the bus started moving forward, the group behind her pushing her forward as well, and the only thing on her mind was getting off the bus to clean off, hunching her body forward in a slouch as she attempted to not show herself off to anybody else.
Unfortunately she realized it was a losing battle, as even though the shirt was oversized, the weight of saturated material and stickiness of the orange juice caused it to continue clinging to her body. All Penny could do was cross her arms—to the knowing smirks of men all around her—as she eventually boarded the Gold train, finding a seat and crouching into it as much as possible.
Although the combination of embarrassing emotions running through her made the trip seem like hours, it was not long before the train entered the Doraville station and she disembarked, finding her next bus easily.
Thankfully there were plenty of seats on this bus, so she got into one without anybody around her and continued to slouch into it to hide her predicament, and she was thankful it not being long before her stop came up and she got off, heading in the direction of the recreational pool facilities nearby.
Even though there was nobody else around her, Penny kept her arms uncrossed, hoping her shirt would dry as she found the address given to her by Mr. Jenkins, coming upon the recreational hall which lead to the pool.
Stepping into the hall, Penny’s skin immediately chilled, the frigid air conditioning hitting her wet shirt and causing her skin to be covered with goose pimples as Penny felt her nipples tighten yet further, the small buds turning into granite as she hurried to the back door where she knew the pool was located.
Probably the most anticipated teaser, LOL...I finally gave up editing the last quarter of this, so you may notice a change of style from the first three-quarters to the last part...but I got as tired of waiting to finish it as you probably did for me to do so, hehehe.
This is about mid-way into the chapter...that's all I'm saying so you'll have to figure out what's going on based on the other teasers I've given in the past, but I think you'll start to see some changes in Diamond's thinking in regards to all the sex she's being subjected to...
Enjoy!
Waking up in the morning, Jen stretched, luxuriously naked and cozy in her wad of sheets, covers, and quilts. Sliding her legs and arms out, she was somewhat disappointed at finding herself alone. Waking up further she began to realize she was too accustomed to waking up next to somebody—previously Dan, but even in the last several days, had grown accustomed to even the presence of Nick the FBI agent acting as her fiancé.
She actually felt lonely waking up alone.
Instead of dwelling upon her lack of companionship, she got out of bed, her bare skin slightly chilled leaving the warm cozy cocoon she had built for herself while sleeping. Not bothering to get dressed, she simply put on one of her short satin robes and went downstairs to make coffee.
Her plans for today were similar as yesterday, being to head to the club and practice with Mary and Denise.
Suddenly her mind flashed to everything else which had happened yesterday, ending with her degrading blowjob to Brutus in front of Mr. DeWight.
Pushing such thoughts from her mind, she was hopeful today would entail nothing more than practicing with the girls and then hopefully coming home early to watch some movies and catch up on the shows she watched but had missed lately.
As she sat in the kitchen drinking her coffee, her mind once again wandered to recalling the previous day and her voluntary lewd behavior in front of all the guys at the club during their meetings with Mr. DeWight. It had felt so right to degrade herself in front of them, purely for their pleasure. It had been something she had felt obligated to do and had acted upon it—and at the time had been completely comfortable and even eager to please them. Now, alone in her own house, she felt appalled at what had happened. How she had so blatantly exposed herself to people she had known for years and considered her friends?
Granted all of the men had seen her naked before, how could they not after having worked at the club for so many years, but this was different. She had actually performed lurid sexual acts in front of them, masturbating before them until she brought herself to orgasm over and over, looking into their eyes like a slut in heat.
She remembered the looks of desire they all had, feeling her heart begin to race. Even Gregg, whose looks contained mostly contempt at her betrayal to Dan could not hide the lustful, longing looks at her. Unbidden her breathing became shallower, her nipples hardening as she realized Gregg, for all his condemnation at her, would have fucked her just as mercilessly as all the other men if given the chance.
Her coffee sat forgotten as her mind fantasized him leaving her in a sweaty quivering pile when he was done with her, her body filled and covered in his cum, willing to do whatever he asked of her—such was the lust in his eyes and complete disregard for her as a person.
Taking a sip of her tepid coffee, Jen came back to her surroundings, realizing she was aroused, her nipples and firmed breasts sharply outlined within her satin robe, hugging her like a second skin.
How could she be so excited imagining herself being ravaged? By her friends no less, thinking of Gregg taking her without any regard to her safety or wishes, used repeatedly to slack his lust!
Jen tried to think of something else, her mind instead betraying her by fantasizing about all the other men, the vivid daydream raging through her head. There was John who had looked at her like a man seeing a glass of water after being in the desert too long, then there was George and Gary, the two DJ’s, whose looks had said more than words as she recalled the images of them watching her fingers slamming into her vagina, no doubt wishing it was their cocks instead, sliding into her core repeatedly, using her for their sheer pleasure.
It was several minutes before she realized her hands were sliding over her body, squeezing her breasts through her robe longingly as her uncovered slit infused with wet warmth. Immediately she froze, removing her hands from her body as she took another sip of coffee—realizing it was now cold.
What the fuck was happening to her? It was bad enough becoming maddeningly aroused when men were actually looking at her, but now she was daydreaming about somebody other than Dan using her!
She remembered the past weekend and her feelings at the airport and all the men looking at her lustfully. Then it had been strangers and she had become aroused, but now she was thinking about men she had known as friends for years using her with complete disregard towards her personal self-esteem, being only something to slake their lust.
Jen needed to center her thoughts. She may be forced into having sex with strangers by Mr. DeWight—or even people she knew at her own boss’ whim—but she did not have to crave it like a bitch in heat. She had resigned herself on simple biology causing her body to respond when having sex with men—suddenly regretting her gangbang with the male porn stars last week—but she even though resigned to what may happen during such times, there was no reason to anticipate it when alone. And yet her mind kept anticipating her body’s use, the fantasies themselves arousing her.
It was one thing to become aroused by the physical contact of sex, but to become aroused at the thought?
Once again she tried to settle her thoughts as they turned to her syndication party and how Mr. DeWight expected her to have sex. Instantly she felt a flood of warmth between her legs as her moisture began to soak into the kitchen chair. That her body might respond to the moment was something to be expected, but she did not have to look forward to it.
Her mind wandered to thinking about all the sex she had been subjugated to in the past week. The very nature of her job meant she would be exposed to further sex—she was posing as a porn star for Christ’s sake—but why the hell was she continuing to think about it, and worse, anticipate it?
She needed control over herself.
She remembered having the same conviction yesterday morning, taking the initial steps towards that goal by telling Nick they were having an ‘off’ period until their ‘wedding.’ Unfortunately things had not exactly gone as planned when he demanded they set a day for their fake wedding, ultimately fucking her relentlessly until he had agreed to hold off.
The thoughts of him taking her after ‘agreeing’ to her proposal flooded her mind as she remembered eagerly accepting his thrusts, lying upon her stomach and hunching her hips to give him even further penetration, his cock ramming into her over and over as she climaxed repeatedly.
Nick had defended his actions because she had not set a date yet, so even though it was a conniving ploy, there was truth to it.
For not the first time she needed more control in her life. There was no denying she would be having sex, but being able to control some facet of her life was something she desperately needed. For example, although she was scheduled to do movie shoots each week while on tour, she could at least try to not have sex during the week, or at least attempt to minimize it day to day.
Unfortunately her body and mind were not in synch, things being too out of control, her more animal instincts rising to the surface over and over. Yesterday was a perfect example—all she had planned was a day of practice and coming directly home; instead Mr. DeWight had pulled her into his office, seducing her with a massage, her getting excited at her own pornographic movie, and then he had her display herself vulgarly to her co-workers, masturbating before them until she had been so wound up she had eagerly sucked one of them off!
She should have simply told Mr. DeWight no—no to the massage, no to him touching her, no to him ordering her to touch herself. Her arousal had been like a snowball rolling down a hill, getting bigger and bigger, and stopping even one of those events would have lessened her degradation.
Again she could not deny biology playing a role in her arousal—particularly after the rigorous sex with Nick in the morning, explaining why she had been so responsive in Mr. DeWight’s office. But a day like today, with no predisposition towards becoming aroused, she could take more control.
And yet even now her body was aroused to the point where she had been touching herself, just thinking about the previous day’s events.
Self-restraint was the goal, and she would start today. Today she simply planned to practice with the girls, eat lunch with them, and then would excuse herself and come home. A simple Monday. And Tuesday would be the same. Wednesday she also could be ‘sex free,’ she thought with a grin, as she would be flying to LA with the girls, and Thursday would be no different. She was going to handle one day at a time, and today she would avoid anything happening to her sexually.
Reaching the decision, she went upstairs and put on her make-up. She had taken a shower after coming home last night—not wanting to get any of the massage gel that had covered her from head to toe in her bed, but primarily to wash the psychological smut from her body.
Once finished with her make-up it was time to pick her outfit. Once more she was amazed at the amount of clothing she now owned, none of which she had paid for. There were times when she did not care what she wore to the club, while other nights she took considerable time selecting her outfit. As she stared at the expansive wardrobe she recalled Mary’s outfit the day before, the simple bikini and skirt a staple for most strippers.
Looking through her new clothes she found something similar, selecting it immediately. The outfit she chose was a three-piece ensemble consisting of a bikini top and bottoms and skirt. The outfit had a pink and purple zebra print, the top being a push-up type string bikini with a front clasp and the bottoms a matching G-string with similar clips in the front. Unlike Mary’s outfit yesterday where the pleated skirt was more decoration than covering, this skirt did cover Jen’s crotch, although looking in the mirror she saw her shapely ass was still halfway exposed.
Suddenly the honking of a horn came from outside, and Jen realized the taxi she had called earlier had arrived, so quickly putting on the outfit, she slipped on a pair of seven-inch heeled clear platforms, grabbing her ‘stripper bag,’ and ran downstairs.
She chuckled to herself recalling the first time she had put on stripper shoes like this many years ago, falling on her face many times before getting used to them. And here she was, running down stairs in them as she said to herself, “You’ve come a long way baby,” as she ran out the door.
Hopping into the back of the taxi, she realized once gain she had not put on any cover-up, but after the last week, realized those days were probably over. Instead she just sat back, ignoring the stare of the Latin-American cabbie watching her and stared out the window, falling into the typical ‘taxi daze,’ only stirring when the cab had arrived at the club.
Once again as soon as she exited the cab she was accosted by reporters. If anything, there seemed to be even more of them today, although Jen recognized several from the day before.
As she walked through the throng of reporters—her picture being taken continuously—Jen answered a few more questions yelled out to her:
Diamond, when will your next public appearance dancing be?
I’m scheduled to start my tour next week. Unless one of the girls gets sick and I need to fill in, that will be the first dance.
Won’t you be out of practice?
That’s why I’m here boys, I don’t want to get out of shape or lose my edge.
Do you practice for your movie shoots too?
(laughter and a smile) Some things just come naturally
Is that come with an ‘O’ or a ‘U’?
(smile and a wink)
Even as she was walking through the glass doors the questions followed her, although Brutus was at the door to prevent anybody from entering the club on off hours.
Jen felt a flush to her body seeing the bouncer after the day before where she had been ordered to give him oral sex, and she wondered what he now thought of her; however, the large man barely gave her any attention, merely telling her Mary and Denise were already here.
She turned around, feeling more at ease the broad shouldered muscular man did not act any differently. She realized after knowing each other for so long, he undoubtedly knew what had happened yesterday was not her; that she had been following Mr. DeWight’s orders. Brutus doubtlessly knew the type of man Mr. DeWight was and what would have happened had she not listened to him. Jen was glad somebody else understood even a small portion of what was happening as she entered the club.
Immediately she was hit by the loud speakers playing Pitbull’s ‘Timber’ as Mary and Denise spun around the poles in tandem, already practicing their routine.
Jen smiled at them as she walked up, watching them move as the sexy fast beat played and the girls moved, watching with the critical eye of an instructor, yelling out instructions as she began to warm up while they continued shaking their bodies on the poles.
Denise was wearing a cute little striped two-pieced short set, the top being more of a half tank top and the shorts being tight ‘butt huggers.’ Jen had seen the outfit before, being full of cut-out holes giving glimpses of her body but still covering enough to keep patrons guessing at what was underneath. Like her own outfit, Jen knew this one was specifically designed to reflect black lights, which even now were turned on, her friend’s and her own outfit being more fluorescent than in regular light.
Mary’s outfit was another two-piece short outfit, being a wide black and white stripped set and recognizing it, Jen smiled, actually picking out the outfit for her friend one birthday. The top had pink dotted outlines of hands over her breasts, a caption in large pink letters saying ‘Second Base.’ The shorts had labeling in the front stating ‘Third Base’ across her crotch, while across her ass was the caption ‘Home Run.” Jen had bought it for her friend a few years ago after a long discourse on what actually fell under the labels of the baseball field when it came to sex. It was Mary’s contention a homerun should no longer be considered intercourse, instead being anal sex, and when Jen saw the outfit, had to buy it.
When the song ended and as Jen was still stretching, the girls came over to greet her.
“Please tell me Mr. DeWight did not have you sitting bare-assed naked the whole day while he talked to everybody?” Mary said angrily.
Immediately Jen flushed in embarrassment as the girls both gave their unadulterated opinions of their boss.
Jen did not mention masturbating in front of the men, and definitely not having oral sex with Brutus.
Mary did not say anything else, so Jen wondered what John had told her, surprised the man had not mentioned her masturbating in front of him to her, but her friend just talked about the routine.
“Hey, Denise has a fantastic idea for the second set,” she said. “I know it is late in the game to be changing things, but I don’t think it will need that much practice,” she said excitedly.
After hearing the blonde woman’s suggestions, Jen immediately fell in love with it, calling Velvet to see if the woman could find everything they would need. Velvet actually told her the company had almost a warehouse full of dancing props, costumes, and whatnot which she called up on the computer, immediately finding everything Jen asked.
One she hung up and received more shit from the girls for having an assistant, she told them everything was set and they could practice the routine when they flew out Wednesday.
“I still can’t believe Mr. Tightwad is going to fly us out with you, keeping us at a posh hotel, and paying our salary the entire time,” Denise said.
Mary laughed, saying, “Are you kidding? Two shakes of that DSA spokesmodel ass will pay for us, not to mention a nice tip,” she laughed with the others as Jen told them it was time to practice.
Like yesterday they ordered lunch and ate while practicing—today all three of them settling on a taco salad. Both girls had to work again tonight—having the rest of the week off for preparation of the syndication party—so Jen did not overwork them. Or at least in her opinion, as all three women were sweaty and tired by the time Jen called it quits.
“Jesus, you’re going to kill us,” Mary said after they had performed the second set three times consecutively to Jen’s watchful gaze.
Jen knew there would be little time to practice Wednesday, and now that they were introducing a new part of the routine, did not want take any chances with the girls not knowing their moves after tomorrow.
Taking a long pull of her ‘Stripper Water’—Mr. DeWight having the entire club outfitted with the bottled water with her image on it—she felt her heart skip when she saw Brutus walking towards them, his eyes locked upon her.
She felt her pulse speed up as he came up to them, the girls barely taking notice as she looked into his eyes. This time she saw a hunger in his eyes she did not see earlier; however, as he looked then at Mary, then at Denise, she realized it was a loot not reserved for her, but for all the women. She then recalled Mr. DeWight telling all the men there was no need to not gawk at the girls, understanding his look was not different because of her sucking him off, but because of Mr. DeWight’s comments.
Even so, it made her feel uncomfortable as his gaze turned back to her, taking in her body. Jen wondered if the sheen of sweat reminded him of her covered with oil yesterday, taking another drink of water to try and hide her unease.
Finally he spoke, saying, “Diamond, Mr. DeWight wanted me to remind you he wished to see you after your practice,” he told her.
She heard the girls groan, Mary saying, “I wonder who he’ll have you naked in front of today.” Her tone was a mixture of joking and warning as Jen took her bottle and got up.
