Well crap, thank you to whomever the anonymous messages were nudging me for an update...apparently I forgot to update last week! My apologies!
Things have been moving forward on Lifeguard Gets Wet...I've been working on her training week in the hopes to get it finished by end of April so the Mystery Artist (that's what I'm calling them from now on until they reveal themselves, LOL) can get the storyboard going.
So far I'm about 50% through the chapter...but already have 2 more chapters thought out about...so if this picks up, expect to see more. I still plan on getting Lapdancing, Extenuating Circumstances, and Annie (yes, you read that right) out over the summer, but again, since the Lifeguard story is going to be a paid venture, that gets the priority right now.
Other than that, have been working on my 3D Graphics quite a bit...and thing things are slowly improving. At this point it's more practice, practice, and practice and learning from my mistakes through both my eye and others...so for those who follow my FB account, feel free to criticize anything you see! :p
Last week was a bit off my game with a cold, but this week has been relatively quiet. Have family coming up next weekend, so not sure how much I'll get done, but we'll see....
First, saw something that is SO TRUE I had to post it, LOL:
So true, it's almost silly, hehehe.
Although I've been a bit slow posting the teasers and such, I HAVE been writing here and there when I have the chance. As I've mentioned, the focus right now is on my Lifeguard Gets Wet story...as that is actually going to bring in money ;)
Things have been somewhat conducive towards that goal...we've had two snow days this week allowing me to stay home and write, and now almost 40-45% completed with this chapter. I state this chapter as I've decided to expand upon it a bit more depending on readers' feedback and comments, as well as once the illustrated storyboard is posted, how viewers receive that work as well. Originally the story was going to cover her lifeguard training, and then I was vaguely thinking of a second chapter a year or two later when she is in college...doing something else besides the lifeguard angle. But this story is slowly being fleshed out and there can be so much more offered by going into her full summer, that it may become a two part story just on her as a lifeguard...then introducing her to other scenarios.
I have received the initial images of the artist's representation of Penny and I could only stare with my mouth open like a fool. They were fricking AWESOME. This is the first time somebody's tried to capture an image of one of my girls in an image, and I was simply stunned at how close to her the artist came to my description, and more so, what my very own mental picture was. We hope to eventually give you all a teaser, but I personally want to commend the artist on their skill! I do not think people will be disappointed!
This weekend's plan is more writing. I have several errands to do Saturday so I don't expect to get much writing done, so I'm hoping Sunday will be event-free, but once again, just because things are quiet on my end does not mean I'm not working. And I've been dabbling a bit with the other stories when I need a break from Penny, so hopefully once this is done, there won't be much time between it and a couple more releases!
First, I'd like to say this has been a CRAPTASTIC weekend. It all started Friday when I got home from work and had a couple calls from my bank...not a good sign. Apparently somebody hacked my credit card and proceeded to make over $5000 in charges. The bank blocked most of them, but $900 of charges still got through before then. I spent almost an hour on the phone with the bank as she read through the list of charges...until I finally told her, "Look, I work from 6am to 6pm...anything during that time is NOT me." To which she replied, "Oh, then that covers the other 22 charges..."
Sigh...so filled out the paperwork to get my $900 back and am getting a new card.
The problem is I only use that card for my 3D content...so it narrows the list down considerably...to only 3 content stores. None of them admit they have any problems, but I know it's one of them...so have started using PayPal instead to buy my 3D content.
Then Friday night I lose Internet connectivity. Apparently my domain controller which controls my logons, the security of my NAS, my internet connectivity, etc. died. So spent all day Saturday dealing with that...replaced the power supply, no go. So took it in to the Geek Squad for a diagnostic...will find out tomorrow. Have a feeling it's one of the hard drives, but I did not have any spare parts to swap things around to test...so we'll see.
The problem, as I stated, was that machine controlled EVERYTHING. So it took me about 10 minutes to get my internet connectivity back, then it took an hour or so to get access to my NAS. Then it took me a couple hours to get my VOIP working without everything trying to authenticate to the dead server. Needless to say, by the time everything was somewhat back to normalcy (about 6pm) all I wanted to do was watch TV, hehehe.
In other words, didn't get much done this weekend...particularly what I WANTED to do. Did work on Lifeguard a bit more today, as well as kicking out another render, but it's been somewhat of a lazy day.
So on to the teaser!
This one probably isn't too interesting, as it's right in the beginning. The story's premise is a wife who used to be a beauty queen being obsessed with titles. She's been out of the scene for a while and discovers there's a bar holding various contests...and she misses the beauty pageant so much, she considers entering...
Glancing at his wife, Jim had no doubts Lindsey was without a doubt the most beautiful woman at the dinner. She was wearing a royal purple cowl dress that was its own contradiction, being lose and tight at the same time. The top half of the dress was a cowl necked top barely cover her torso, revealing most of her breasts before the neckline plunged down to her navel. The loose top was held on by all-too-fragile looking spaghetti straps, going over her shoulders to the backless part of the dress where her revealed expanse of tanned flesh was broken only by the multi-strapped fastenings meeting in the center of her back with a metallic silver O-ring embellishment.
Whereas the cowled top hung loosely upon her frame, the bottom portion of her dress hugged her hips and ass like a second skin.
Jim was amazed the dress revealed no panty lines as he admired her across the dance floor, her ass turning towards him as if by the will of his thoughts alone. Although he knew she was wearing a sexy black laced thong underneath, it looked as if she was wearing nothing, and he smiled knowing many of men around him were wondering the same thing.
Thoughts of the other men at the dinner admiring his wife caused his pulse to race, and looking around the table he was sitting at, he smiled seeing every man’s attention drawn to his wife as she glided effortlessly on the dance floor.
He turned his attention back to his wife, watching as Lindsey moved around his boss, her hands in the air as Jim once again marveled at the fact her top did not fly open and reveal her firm breasts to the entire room. Lindsey had worn similar outfits before, and he knew she had taped the dress to her breasts to avoid such a wardrobe malfunction—something he had never considered until she showed him the trick learned in her pageant days. No matter how vigorously she moved in the dress, he had no concerns about anybody seeing his wife flash anything more than she wanted—which was both comforting and a little disappointing, Jim’s eyes moving over her figure in the anticipation of catching a forbidden glimpse of her flesh—just as his friends and all the other men in the room were doing.
The song ended and he watched as she walked seductively back towards him in her silver high-heeled sandals, amused at the looks of all his coworkers in her wake, his previous thoughts concerning her ass and thong returning.
“Having fun?” he asked her as he handed her a glass of wine when she sat down.
“Jealous?” she asked with a teasing smile and Jim laughed.
“Of Edward?” he laughed again. “That old fart has been trying to get half the wives in the company in the sack for as long as anybody can remember,” he said as they turned their attention to the rest of their table.
“There she is!” exclaimed Hannah, one of the aforementioned wives of one of Jim’s coworkers, also named Jim. “So Mrs. Beauty Queen, have you flashed the boss enough of those perfect tits so your man there gets a nice bonus this year?” she laughed jokingly.
Lindsey and Jim laughed along with the rest of the table, Edward’s interests in his employees’ wives legendary.
Edward Rose’s interests were not without reason, as many of the men in the company had done well for themselves, marrying attractive women. And all of them, like Lindsey, had dressed to the nines tonight; however, Jim was proud to know Lindsey was the best one out of the bunch—and more importantly, not just based upon his opinion, but everybody else’s opinion he had talked with tonight as well.
Once again Jim grinned to himself, always amused by Lindsey’s title obsession. As he had expected, she had asked him to informally poll the men and learn what they thought of her tonight compared to the other wives. Although he had no doubts of her being the best looking, best dressed, and sexiest woman there, he was obviously biased—unless it came as a vote—even an informal poll—Lindsey would shrug off his compliments.
He had learned long ago even when dating Lindsey that although she was pleased by his compliments, unless others agreed with his opinions she did not feel they were worth even mentioning. As such, he had gotten into the habit of saying things like “I agree with everybody else here, you look stunning,” so she would not simply shrug off his compliments. Such phrasing made it seem more like an informal poll instead of his own personal opinion.
One of the other wives—Mary Ellen, a beautiful brunette married to his cube mate Henry—was speaking, saying, “Lindsey, I don’t know how you do it, but you out-dress every one of us each year. You look absolutely stunning tonight. Wherever did you find that dress?” she asked to the other women’s agreement.
Lindsey genuinely smiled, having received validation from the group of women on her attire. Although their compliments caused her great joy, he would still have to tell her about the looks the husbands were giving her all night, their thoughts much more lecherous than their wives’ attention was upon her, but being further validation as to her ‘victory’ at being the most compelling woman there tonight.
Jim felt his pants become tighter as his erection sprang to life, the thoughts of the other men admiring his wife. Although he was very appreciative of his wife dressing sexy, it was what the rest of the men thought that mattered to her and turned him on. Lindsey had not dressed up for him, but to compete against the other wives and what they were wearing. She was purposely being a cock-tease, although not because of any sexual desire but for the thrill of competing against the other women, and her naiveté at what she was doing to the men was more exciting to Jim than if she were teasing them on purpose.
He love Lindsey’s openness when showing off her body, her comfort stemming back from her pageant years. He recalled a discussion him and his buddies had once in college, commenting on the reason men wanted to date strippers was because they were more comfortable with their body than other women. The same concept applied to Lindsey, who been in beauty pageants all her life, having to dress and undress backstage with everybody else.
Thinking about his wife’s past he felt a sudden pang of sorrow. He knew how much Lindsey missed being amongst the beauty pageant circuit, even though she never would admit to being unhappy to him. A few years ago he had taken her to the state pageant, thinking it would cheer her up to be amongst that scene; however, it had the complete opposite effect, placing her in a depression lasting weeks. She knew he meant well, but being on the periphery and not actually competing had been one of the worst reminders of her being no longer in the competitive circle.
“Yeah Lindsey, I can’t believe we haven’t seen you at DC’s. Somebody as comfortable with their body as you would be a shoe-in for their contests,” Darryl Murphy was saying, instantly focusing upon the conversation at the table.
Jim inwardly groaned, knowing what was coming next.
Every group had that one guy people tolerated, the person who had no filter between his brain and mouth. Combine that with a guy who thought he was the world’s gift to women and that a woman’s place was on her back—or knees, or stomach, or whatever position he was nailing her—and you had Darryl Murphy.
Nobody who met him was surprised he was single after he opened his mouth for more than two seconds, his misogynistic attitude readily apparent. Yet surprisingly his relationship status was not because women could not put up with his bullshit, but because he liked variety. Each week Jim and the other guys at the office had to sit and listen over lunch as Darryl described his ‘flavor of the week.’
One of the inexplicably mysteries of the universe was how women flocked to him, willingly offering their bodies up to him.
And it was a new girl each week.
Darryl’s relationships did not last longer because he said the ‘newness’ would wear off and the woman became a ‘JANF’—just another fuck—and he would grow tired of them. For him, the chase was better than the actual conquest.
In many respects his prowling on women was similar to Lindsey’s desire for competition, both throwing any morals or self-esteem to the wind in order to get what they wanted.
Jim and the others around the office knew Darryl’s stories were large embellishments of the truth; however, there was always some truth to the man’s narrations. Hell, for all they knew, his stories of sexual conquest could actually be the truth.
All the guys around the office distrusted him, knowing Darryl had actually admitting many times to spiking women’s drinks at the bar to get them to go home with him. Although he would never take a girl unconsciously or against their will, he was not opposed to illicitly lowering their inhibitions in any way possible to ease his conquests.
Darryl had been trying to get the other guys at the office—most of whom were married—to go out with him on his weekend binges for over a year, saying they needed to get their ‘pussy whipped’ asses out once and a while. Darryl felt marriage was holding back the natural predatory instincts of the men, each week attempting to convince them to join him and share his victories with the opposite sex; however, knowing his methods of hooking up with women the guys had all continuously declined.
Darryl’s favorite hangout was a bar one town over—The Drunken Coed—which routinely held contests exploiting the local college girls. Even the name of the bar was meant to be a play on words for the girls, Darryl repeatedly making lame jokes about how they all need to ‘Come inside The Drunken Coed’ or ‘See all the men The Drunken Coed could take’ and such.
The contests held weekly at the bar were typical for most college towns—competitions for Best Tits, Best Ass, Swimsuit Contests, and so forth cycling through—a new contest each week. The winner of each contest earned five hundred dollars, and at the end of the contest series—typically every other month or so—the winners and runners-up of the previous months’ contests competed for the ‘Ultimate Best Body,’ with a grand prize of five thousand dollars.
Apparently Darryl had given up on getting the husbands to go, so was now working on the wives—or at least Lindsey.
Unfortunately for Jim, Darryl had mentioned one of the few buzz words which would catch her attention.
“Contests? What kind of contests?” Lindsey asked, her interest obvious.
Although none of the men had gone to the nightclub, Darryl had discussed what went on there in brazen detail for Jim and the rest to know what went on at the club. From his recounts, the ‘contests’ were nothing more than ways to get a bunch of drunken girls on stage to flash their tits and other body parts to the crowd.
“Honey, I don’t think these are the types of contests you would be interested in,” Jim started to say, when Darryl interrupted him.
“Nonsense, they are just beauty contests,” he said as the other men around the table guffawed. “It’s true!” he defended his stance, adding, “Granted they may focus on body parts you would not see in a Miss America pageant,” he grinned, “but in the end, they are nothing more than beauty contests,” he repeated.
Jim was thankful to see Lindsey’s cautious expression.
“What kind of ‘body parts’ are you talking about?” she asked, as Jim and the other guys laughed.
Jim knew Lindsey would do anything silly like participate in a wet t-shirt contest, but he also knew any interest—even an innocent question like hers—would have Darryl going on all night.
The answering groans of Jim’s coworkers around the table at Lindsey’s question echoed his own thoughts.
“Don’t listen to them Lindsey,” Darryl said to my wife with an amicable smile. “It’s nothing you wouldn’t win hands down, but the bar has a series of contests to judge the best legs, best butt, even the best boobs,” he said with a grin, openly gazing at my wife’s visible breasts and cleavage.
Although Darryl would fuck anything with tits and a hole between their legs, he had an unusual interest in Lindsey since the first time Jim had introduced her, and he was not afraid to show his interest—particularly when he discovered neither Jim or Lindsey seemed to mind. As such, he was always leering at Lindsey hungrily whenever they were out together, and that moment was no exception.
Jim had once placed a picture of Lindsey from one of her beauty pageants in a bikini on his desk. The picture had mysteriously disappeared and he often wondered if Darryl had taken it, whether as a souvenir or to jack off from, he did not know, although he was both disgusted and perversely appreciative for the man’s interest.
“Don’t bullshit the lady,” Greg Larson said next to his wife Genie, breaking Jim’s reverie. “Lindsey, they are typical college wet t-shirt, skimpy bikini, best ass, and others of those sorts of contests. From Darryl’s account they basically turn into tit flashing, ass jiggling contests by drunken coeds,” he said. “It’s definitely not something as refined as the beauty pageants you are used to,” he told her.
“And how would you know?” Genie, his wife, asked teasingly.
All the men laughed as Jim chimed in, “Greg’s right hon. Hell, Darryl has been trying to get us to go out with him there for months,” he laughed as all the other men nodded. “All he talks about are the hot women flagrantly showing themselves off on stage,” he told her as the other men nodded their agreements and laughed, while Greg’s look of silent thanks confirmed his diversion from Genie’s attention.
“Well, it’s a good thing I told Henry he couldn’t go the first time,” Mary Ellen laughed, patting her husband’s arm.
Everybody laughed as the conversation turned back to work and other such things, Jim pretty much forgetting the conversation as the night moved on.
Jim danced with Lindsey a few times that night, but for the most part let her have her fun with the other men. His wife was a natural flirt, and she enjoyed teasing and showing herself off to them as much as Jim enjoyed watching. Everybody knew it was harmless fun, particularly the other men’s wives, and Jim was glad she was having a good time, knowing she had become more melancholy over the past few months.
Lindsey even danced with Darryl towards the end of the night. Although she was aware of Jim’s distrust of the man, she had met many like him in the past and has assured Jim she could handle his ‘God’s gift to women’ narcissism.
Jim was watching them during one particularly slow dance as Lindsey was wrapped in Darryl’s arms, his hands slowly moving across her bare back. The touch actually felt relaxing and Lindsey leaned further into his embrace.
Then out of the blue she whispered in Darryl’s ear, asking, “So these contests, are they legitimate?” she said to her husband’s co-worker.
Lindsey saw Darryl turn towards her, raising an eyebrow as he smiled.
Of course they are legitimate,” he said, telling her about the prizes. “Are you Interested?” he teased.
Lindsey felt his hand slide lower down her back, just above the swell of her ass but pretended to ignore his straying hands as she answered, “Not really. I was just wondering if they were legitimate contests with judges or one of those ‘whichever person the crowd screams loudest for’ type of thing or whichever girl shows off the most,” she told him truthfully. “From what the other guys said at the table, I image they were basically one of the latter two types of things. So I guess even if it was a ‘Best Legs’ contest, a girl flash a little tit would win over somebody with better legs,” she said.
Lindsey’ interest was actually piqued; however, she made light of the conversation. Even though Lindsey had been ensconced in the beauty pageant circuit all her life, she was not naïve. Her and her girlfriends had gone on several Spring Break trips so knew what she was talking about—particularly her having won a couple, she thought, smiling to herself.
“Well, they seem legitimate enough,” Darryl said, almost absently sliding his hand little further down Lindsey’s back, the tips of his fingers dipping beneath the material of her dress.
Darryl’s attentions upon Lindsey were not unique, her having watched him attempt the same maneuver on almost every woman—including many of the married men’s wives—with whom he had danced with that evening. But to Darryl’s surprise, whereas all the other women had discretely pulled away from him and prematurely ended the dance, Jim Thompson’s wife said nothing as his fingers dipped further beneath her dress.
Lindsey knew Darryl had a thing for her, always aware of his eyes openly watching her, and tonight was no exception as he gazed upon her intently, as if memorizing every inch of exposed flesh her hot dress awarded him.
Not meeting any resistance, Darryl slowly slid his fingers further down beneath Lindsey’s dress as he continued the conversation, telling her, “Although the judges do take a crowd’s enthusiasm as part of the judging, that only counts for twenty percent of the voting. Most contests have four judges who vote, and as I said, although the crowd’s approval is a slight factor, the judges are given specific criteria to go by. Also they try to maintain some consistency with the judges. One of them is always the previous winner of the Best Body contest so there is a woman’s point of view. Another of the judges is typically a DJ from the sponsoring radio station. The third judge they typically try to have a celebrity, but usually it is simply a member of the audience. And the last spot is always the owner of the Drunken Coed or one of his close friends,” he told her.
Lindsey felt Darryl’s hand slide down further beneath her dress, although she said nothing. His fingers were now resting above the small indent of her back just above the crack of her ass as the playboy continued talking, obviously attempting to distract her from what his hand was doing.
Lindsey smiled to herself at him thinking she could not feel his hot flesh upon her own. In a particularly teasing move, she leaned further against him, pressing her breasts fully into his chest. She too could play this game, she thought with a grin.
“If you’re interested, I can take you one night,” Darryl said, Lindsey’s mind suddenly off the man’s hand moving towards her ass.
She looked at his smiling face as she snorted.
“Yeah, that would look good. Me going to a single college bar and hanging out with one of my husband’s coworkers,” she scoffed at him and the ludicrous idea. “No thank you. I simply have an interest in contests and their legitimacy,” she shrugged exaggeratedly, purposely sliding her breasts against the man’s chest as a distraction. “Call it a hobby from my pageant days,” she laughed.
Darryl smiled in understanding as he said, “You miss it, don’t you?” he asked, even as one of his hands moved lower to stroke the top of her left ass cheek.
Only an inch or so more and he would answer the question Lindsey knew he and many other of the guys present at the party had wondered all night—wondering if Lindsey’s smooth ass and no panty lines meant she was wearing nothing beneath the skin-tight dress.
Finally taking a step back and pausing his fingers’ descent, she looked up at him.
“What? Beauty pageants? Yeah, I do. I grew up participating in at least one or two a month, but once I met Jim, got married, then pregnant, it all changed. I never knew I would miss it so much, but yeah, I do miss it,” she confessed to the man.
Contrary to what Jim or the other men in the office thought, Lindsey believed Darryl had nice aspects to his personality. Although he was a Neanderthal in terms of how he thought of women, she had observed rare glimpses of normalcy and even caring and understanding, just like now. Although Jim and the other men doubted him, she knew deep down he would never take a woman by force. Although she had no doubts he would seduce and lull a woman into a sense of security merely for the sake of fucking them, she felt deep inside he had more humane feelings.
Finally the song ended and she pushed away from him, his hand sliding back out from beneath her dress. As she thanked Darryl for the dance she looked at him pointedly and said, “You know, you only needed to ask,” she told him.
Seeing Darryl’s quizzical expression, she smiled and leaned towards him, once again whispering in his ear.
“Thong,” she said huskily into his ear. “Lace and black,” as added before pulling back and smiling at him, turning away to join Jim as she heard the bachelor’s amused laugh.
Coming back to the table, aware of Darryl’s, as well as every other man behind her watching her ass, she kissed Jim.
“Have fun with Darryl?” Jim asked, Lindsey noting a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Smiling teasingly at her husband, she raised her eyebrow and said, “Like you would mind?” she asked with a grin.
Jim grinned back, knowing Lindsey was fully aware of his desires concerning other men lusting after her.
“I was just wondering how far you were going to let him go before he had your ass in his hand is all,” Jim smiled.
Lindsey grinned back knowingly.
“Yeah, he thought he was being so coy. As if I didn’t know where the dress began or couldn’t feel his fingers slowly working their way down my ass,” she laughed. “You men are all so single-minded,” she grinned as they joined the conversation with the rest of the group, enjoying the evening.
