I've been a bit under the weather this past week, so haven't gotten much writing done...so have defaulted to making a few more 3D graphic images. For those that have asked and been to my "normal" Facebook site, much appreciated for the kind words and comments! And for the few that are also into 3D graphics appreciate the words of advice!
As I said I'll still be continuing the teasers, so here's a teaser of the teasers, LOL...I'll hopefully get the rest of them out by the weekend:
Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 06
Lifeguard Gets Wet
Mistaken Identity
Sister Cassandra Ch. 01
Skyrim and the Journey of Cerise Ch. 03
Space Odyessy - Galactic Spy
What's in a Name Ch. 01
So there will be a flood of teasers coming soon...and that will bring everybody sort of 'up-to-date' on everything that I'm currently working on!
This is the third chapter of what is one of my least followed stories, LOL...although I personally like it.
I started out the series as being a quick spank story--with little preparation, writing both chapters in a day, and tried to keep them short--considering most of my stories are more full-length novels, hehehe. Even as "short" stories they came out to 4 Literotica pages (about 28 pages Word format)...but they were short for me at least, LOL.
Then I got a flood of complaints about not going into enough detail on the gangbang taking place in Chapter 01, or enough details about the sex scenes in general for either chapter. Considering I was attempting a SHORT story, and it being an odd time for me (was just recently unemployed), I got into a pissy mood and thought, "they want detail, I'll give them fucking detail!" and started writing Chapter 03. It will be one of the longer "scenes" I will have ever written, and I AM going into extreme detail about everything...so this excerpt is only the beginning of descriptions! ;)
In this chapter one of the husband's colleagues is getting married, so his buddies offer to host the bachelor party. His best friend Jason even suggests he may know a girl who used to strip when they were in college as possible entertainment.
The husband recalls Jason and his wife had gone to the same school, and although is wife said she was quite a 'wild girl,' he could not wrap his mind around the possibility of the stripper for the party being his beloved Jessica. Remember when he discovered a tape of her having a gangbang with his coworkers it was years and years ago, and their marriage was as good as it could be...but he was still left with a nagging doubt.
This scene is when the bachelor party arrives at the extravagant hotel after hanging out at a strip club for a few hours...and the hired "private" entertainment appears.
Suddenly Jason let out a loud whistle to get everybody’s attention as he asked for the stereo to be turned down.
Having everybody’s attention—Paul and Gary looking down from the balcony of the gaming room—he announced, “OK guys, in a few minutes Sapphire should be ready,” he said to a chorus of wolf whistles, cat calls, and cheers as he held his hands up for silence again. “Now, the ground rules as I mentioned before, are pretty minimal,” he said to everybody’s—except my own—laughter. “Sapphire will perform a strip and dance routine for about an hour or so, followed by the groom’s personal lap dance,” he said as the guys all started cheering and whistling again.
When things quieted down again, Jason continued, saying, “After that, we can drink, watch some porn, play games, or whatever while our personal little hot wife entertains in the bedroom,” he said to another chorus of hollers and whistles.
Once again Jason waited until the cacophony of noises quieted.
“One warning!” he yelled out, immediately quieting the remained of the crowd. “There ARE going to be cameras in the bedroom,” he said with a grin, “for Sapphire’s protection of course, but it lets us all watch from these television screens in the suite,” he said as the men around us laughed.
I felt my heart stop. Although it was a complete impossibility of the stripper being Jessica, enough doubt remained in my mind to leave me with doubts. Would my very own wife agree to do a striptease amongst all my colleagues, let alone pull a train and have sex with everybody?
My attention was drawn back to Jason as he continued speaking once the laughter died down.
“So if any of you are shy, you are free to pass, as we all will be watching the festivities in the bedroom, considering everybody pitched in for the entertainment, we all might as well share” he laughed with everybody else.
A few cries of “Hell yeah!” and “Hot damn!” were shouted as Jason once more waited until the noise died down before he continued.
“Nobody,” he said, looking around the room at everybody sternly, “and I mean NOBODY gets a copy of the recordings. They are for our enjoyment tonight, but I promised Sapphire she will get the only copy. I’m sure some of us don’t want something like this get out to our wives or such anyways,” he laughed.
“What’s to prevent her from using them against us?” Mr. Donovan asked, accompanied by a few grunts of agreement.
Jason smiled as he replied, “Trust me, she is already reluctant to do this to begin with, and she has just as much to lose. The idea of her hubby or anybody else finding out what she is doing is too much of a risk for herself to ever bother. She will undoubtedly destroy it as soon as she leaves here,” he said.
Suddenly everybody’s attention was drawn towards the bedroom door as a loud knock came against the heavy wood.
“Gentleman, please dim the lights,” Jason said with a smile, as everybody hurried to comply. “I do believe our entertainment is ready,” he grinned as a few more people ‘whooped’ and whistled.
Pulling out a DVD, Jason placed it into the stereo as everybody found a seat on the couches or lounge chairs throughout the suite. Although Jason told everybody to sit wherever they want, as Sapphire would be dancing with everybody, he directed Tom Donavan the groom to sit on the piano bench in the middle of the room as everybody got more drinks and settled down.
Once everybody appeared to be ready, me almost unconsciously holding my breath, Jason announced in a loud voice, “Gentleman—and I use that term loosely,” he said to a few chuckles at the lame joke. “May I present to you, the stunning, beautiful, and lascivious Sapphire!” he said, hitting the stereo.
A woman’s voice came across the speakers, filling up the darkened room loudly: “Turn off the light. Take a deep breath. And relax,” the seductive voice said as a slow, almost Indian-Asian music filled the room.
The lights were dimmed other than the inset lights over the bar, a few floodlights to the sides of the suite, and what little light came through the windows from the vista of Town Square, so it was almost a club setting as the bedroom door opened and out stepped a figure clad in all black.
I swallowed with difficulty, my heart beating as the woman slowly walked from the bedroom into the lights of the room.
The first thing I noticed was her being dressed from head to toe in leather. Her main ensemble being a body-length tight leather gown that hugged her body like a second skin, showing off every curve to enticing perfection.
The woman had a mask and hood on, so I could not see her full face, the mask covering the top half of her head with only two large ovoid eye openings revealing heavily mascaraed eyes with long lashes, visible even from where I was sitting halfway across the room.
She smiled, her lips glossy and a deep bright red as the men in the room cheered.
The song began playing a seductive beat as the woman started dancing seductively to the hoots and cheers of the guys. I saw she was also wearing black—possibly leather—gloves and at least five-inched spiked heel shoes or boots, it being difficult to determine anything else as the leather gown she was wearing went from beneath her chin to her ankles, and I was sitting on the other end of the suite.
The woman swayed seductively into the room, her body moving teasingly as her hands slid over her leather-covered ass, hips, and breasts as she walked further into the suite, her hips swaying seductively. Even though her entire body was covered in leather she was exciting, intoxicating, enchanting.
As she turned around there were several cheers, everybody noticing at the same time her gown had a long, fluffy tail attached to her ass, resembling a cat tail as the room again erupted in cheers.
It was then I noticed her mask had pointy cat ears upon the top, recalling Jason saying Sapphire would be dressing up for the Halloween holiday. Although first I pictured her as a dominatrix, with the tail and ears I realized she was some sort of feline vixen, wondering and yearning at what might be beneath the dress, wanting to see more.
Her hands continued to glide over her body as she swayed seductively to the music, the way a cobra sways to a snake charmer—only we were the ones entranced, staring at the sexy figure moving bewitchingly through the room.
I could not tell if it the woman was Jessica or not, as other than the lower part of her face, her body was completely encased in leather.
The music played seductively around us as she danced, French words and a woman’s moaning in a sing-song voice filling the room, the enchanting sound coming across the speakers as Sapphire danced rhythmically, hypnotically, through the room.
She moved to our side of the room then, standing before Jason, who not being shy, pulled her between his legs. I saw her smile down at him, her white teeth shining in the room as her hips swayed, her body moving and swaying to the slow music. Her hands continued to move over her body—her breasts, her ass, her legs, her crotch—all over the long leather gown, and it was mesmerizing.
Slowly she bent down, the leather gown stretched tightly across her ass and Jason reached around her, sliding his hands over her ass before she stood up, smiling at him and stepping away.
She then moved on to Mr. Donovan, who was staring at her with an opened-mouthed, entranced expression. If we were not all as equally enthralled, I was sure somebody would have laughed at him, but like him, we all had the same stupidly enraptured expression as the woman danced seductively before him.
The next song had a happy, fast, jazzy beat and immediately the girl’s movements matched the music. It was enticing to watch, and amazing how her body changed from the slow, seductive swaying to the fast shimmying of a sexy jazzy maneuver.
After Mr. Donovan, the stripper sashayed to Dan Hunter, sitting next to the groom’s father, repeating the same swaying and seductive moves.
She continued moving before each of us, one by one, not leaving anybody out.
As she came near me the heavy deep scent of lavender perfume came to my nose—something Jess did not wear. As I looked in her eyes, I also saw her eyes were a striking purple. They were obviously contacts, as I had never seen eyes that color, but the color choice was extremely exotic—as exotic as she was—and I was as mesmerized as the others as she seductively danced in front of me.
This close I could see her long gown was tightly encased around her body, all the way down her legs, allowing her to only walk in small steps, but the way her body moved and her hips swayed it was amazing.
Again the thought of a snake charmer came to mind as she moved to the other side of the room, continuing her dance before the guys seated there.
Dancing in front of the next group of guys, she once again repeated her moves, although they were completely different, they still matched the song’s uplifting beat as it came to an end.
Suddenly the speakers started blaring Motley Crue’s ‘Smokin’ in the Boys Room’ and I saw the woman smile, her body movements transitioning flawlessly from a sultry, exotic dance into a slutty, sexy rocking rhythm.
It was amazing to watch her move in the tight dress, barely having enough room for her feet to move more than a foot or so apart, and yet her balance was impeccable, her movements flawless as she danced. And as the faster beats of the song played, she moved as fast, her body swaying and shimmying to the song.
Thus far the first song was a trance-like song, the second a jazzy upbeat song, and now a rock song. Three entirely different styles and yet Sapphire transitioned between them seamlessly without a pause. Knowing Jason had said she had not provided the music, it was even more amazing she could adapt to the songs so fluidly.
And although she was dancing faster now, it was still sexy and seductive, all of us staring enthralled. The entire suite was speechless, nobody any longer being loud or obnoxious, the entire room of men quiet as the woman danced seductively in front of everybody.
She was so exotic I could no longer even think of the possibility of her being Jess as she finally moved in front of Tom Donovan, who was licking his lips repeatedly like a man starving for water.
We all watched as the woman ran her hands through his hair as Tom simply stared in awe at her as she moved before him.
Reaching into her hood behind her head, she pulled out a small box, gift-wrapped in blue and white paper with a blue bow on the top. As the song ended and she moved into the middle of the long room by the piano, she looked over her shoulder at Tom and said in a sultry voice, “For later.”
Tom was so absorbed watching her, he set the box on the piano without a second thought, completely enthralled by the stripper.
“Am I fucked up for not caring that she’s wearing so much fucking clothing?” Gary, Tom’s other friend, asked next to me.
“Fuck no, that bitch is fantastic,” Joe answered on the other side of him, everybody completely captivated.
And so we come to the next of the unreleased stories...Extenuating Circumstances starring our favorite stripper's little sister.
As I have mentioned in the past, I'm not sure how much I'll incorporate Suzanne and Jen's lives. Currently what is happening to Suzanne is at the beginning of Diamond's entrapment by Mr. DeWight, so although she knows her sister is a stripper and working for DSA, she has not spoken to Diamond in quite some time...so other than mentioning Jen, the stories currently do not intersect. That may change, although Chapter 01 merely goes into how Suzanne has gotten into the predicament she has.
This scene takes place around page 10+ where Suzanne is beginning to learn several things about herself. Like her sister, she is finding she is a bit of an exhibitionist. In addition, her husband David has confessed he enjoys watching her 'show off' her body to other men. He has also hinted that he would probably not be upset if she did more than show the men her body, hinting at her possible sleeping with one of their neighbors.
The first and second parts of Chapter 01 are flashbacks. Suzanne is thinking about how she fell under such straights.
We learn that her husband had been in a skiing accident and broke both legs, and while incapacitated in a wheelchair, lost his job. Suzanne had only recently started working at a law firm, so money was tight...and they began paying half their bills one month, then the other half the following month, hopping back and forth. Then they get slapped with a huge fine by their Home Owner's Association, as due to her husband's disability and working late, they could not maintain their lawn.
Their elderly (60-something) neighbor comes to the rescue, as he owns a lawn service and has his men completely overhaul and landscape their lawn. The elderly widower refuses payment, but then as they are talking, they mention an upcoming neighborhood party. As the man's wife died many years ago, he usually sits on the sidelines of most parties, and with her husband unable to compete in the couple's competition, the old man suggests she could be his partner.
Uncertain, her husband and the old neighbor convince her to accept. And then the old man--aware of their money problems--offers to buy her a new bathing suit, as the neighborhood wives typically try to "out do" each other and dress sexy. Again Suzanne is uncertain, but her husband eagerly accepts and she goes to the pool party not in her usual one-piece, but a string bikini...
This scene is during one of the party's games...Marco Polo...and the women are now blindfolded and attempting to find the men in the pool. Not only do they have to catch somebody, but for extra points they have to identify them....
“Suzanne, can you guess who you groped,” Neal said merrily as everybody around the pool once again laughed to her chagrin.
Still embarrassed, Suzanne reached out with her hands and met a man’s chest, slowly moving her hands up instead of down. Feeling his wet hair—medium length—and shoulders, she continued to run her hands across his chest as the crowd ‘Ooh’d’ and ‘Aah’d’ at her display of feeling up the man.
Ignoring the crowd, Suzanne thought about what she felt—medium hair and a fairly muscular build did not narrow down the field of men playing the game very well, but as her hands ran across his chest, it suddenly dawned upon her the skin beneath her hands was completely smooth, having no hair upon it.
There was only one person who ‘manscaped’ his body she suddenly realized.
“Raimon!” she said proudly.
Everybody cheered as she beamed happily, having figured out who she had caught.
Suddenly her smile disappeared as she felt Raimon’s body pull her close and him saying softly, so only she could hear, “I’m glad you know me by my package, that means when we’re in the dark you’ll always know it’s me entering you,” he chuckled as she heard him splash away.
Suzanne’s face heated, blushing from the man’s private lewd statement. And although embarrassed, she felt her pulse speeding up and her face reddening not from her humiliation, but from the carnal images his comment brought about in her head.
The game recommenced and two more ‘freezes’ were called as Cheryl first caught somebody, and then both Mary and Deborah. None of the women were able to identify their captives so their teams only earned points for catching the men, not the full ten points for identification.
Suzanne again thought about how difficult it was swimming in a pool without any vision. Although she followed the men’s voices, by the next response of “Polo!” they immediately were behind or to the side of her, and blindfolded as she was, it was completely disorienting. She realized unlike the men who had roamed the pool in packs, the women were too spread out. It was a disadvantage, as the men had stayed together in groups of three or four to monopolize their exploration and entrapment of the women, while the women had all branched off into the pool solo allowing the men to get by them easily.
Remembering how she had caught Raimon, Suzanne once again stayed at one of the edges of the pool and waited until she heard an answering “Polo” behind her. Immediately pushing back hard with her legs, she reached out blindly, pleased to make contact.
This time the man was closer to her than she thought, her whole body landing on the man’s head causing both of them to go underwater in surprise.
Disoriented from being blindfolded and immersed underwater, Suzanne began to panic; however, she quickly forgot about that when she suddenly felt her bikini bottoms being pulled down! Startled, she opened her mouth to yell, instead taking a mouthful of water into her lungs as she broke the surface of the pool, coughing while whomever she had grabbed finished pulling her bikini bottoms off her legs and feet.
It took her a few minutes to stop coughing, her mind more mortified to realize the man she had caught was holding her up by clutching her now bare ass!
Suzanne was completely discombobulated—not only disoriented from being blindfolded and having been underwater—but now being naked other than two small triangles of cloth covering her breasts in a pool surrounded by neighbors.
Once she was finally able to regain her breath and composure—the unknown man still tightly grasping her bare ass in the palms of his hands—she heard her own husband yell out, “Freeze!” and the now infamous whistle blow.
Suzanne had momentarily forgotten about the game, preoccupied with her disbelief and alarm at being stripped of her bottoms and held by her bare ass.
Trying to wiggle out of the man’s grasp, her right leg wrapped around his waist to keep herself afloat, and she felt a brief moment of victory when one of the man’s hands disappeared from clenching her left ass cheek.
And then Suzanne went into completely shock. Immediately her captor’s hand was between her legs, and Suzanne let out a loud grunt as the man’s finger—larger than John Wall’s—found her slit and forced his way inside her as he began fingering her rapidly beneath the surface of the pool.
She was momentarily thankful her body was so aroused the man’s finger had found easy passage into her core, as the forceful thrust would have hurt like hell.
Once again Suzanne was being fingered by a stranger, this time blindfolded, and to her shame, she felt her hips involuntarily thrust forward, impaling herself further upon the man’s digit.
The absence of sight intensified her sensations, and Suzanne tried to maintain her composure, both humiliated at being in such a predicament, as well as completely aroused.
She knew the entire neighborhood was watching her in the pool, and although nobody was aware of what was going on under the water, the very concept of being violated directly before them turned her on even more, and to her complete mortification, she bore her hips down further upon the hand between her loins, grunting as the finger slid even deeper into her.
Meanwhile her own husband—unaware another man’s fingers where assailing and boring into his very own wife—asked if she knew who her assaulter was.
Not realizing she was doing so, Suzanne’s legs wrapped tightly around the mystery man’s legs, holding herself up as her assailant’s finger continued to plunge in and out of her. Unlike earlier with John Walls, this man’s strokes were slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to finger fuck the young wife in the middle of the pool, unconcerned they were in front of her husband and all their neighbors.
Only one man had such confidence and purpose she thought, practically moaning his name as she said, “James. James Price.”
At the mention of his name, James’ hand began moving rapidly, and Suzanne let out a loud moan as she felt her body begin to shamefully tense in preparation for an orgasm. Thankfully the crowd was cheering and only James himself could hear her as her hips began to thrust rapidly.
And then, between one moment and the next, he was gone, his hand pulling away and his body splashing away from her as Suzanne whimpered in need, automatically treading water to keep herself afloat, surprised at his abrupt absence.
Suzanne was speechless. She had been so close to an orgasm—one more thrust would have done her in—and within the blink of a blindfolded eye he was gone.
And not only was his hand gone from between her legs, her body aroused beyond belief, but he also had taken her bikini bottoms, leaving her half naked in the pool!
This one took a bit more time to put together, as I wanted to include an ENTIRE scene. It is a non-sexual scene, but it gives a good foreshadowing of events to come (cum?).
When we first left off with Director Jekyll and Ms. Hidesnothing, our protagonist--Heather--had recently won a huge multi-billion dollar contract between her financial firm and the largest Argentinian bank in South America. To celebrate, her and her husband were attending a party one of her old college friends was putting on, an extravagant barn party for the rich and elite.
Heather was dressed as a sexy Farmer's Daughter, while her husband was dressed as a well-to-do redneck, his coveralls too clean and his entire demeanor too refined for an actual country boy.
Unfortunately on the way to the party their car ran out of gas in the Podunks of Georgia. After waiting for hours in the hot Georgia sun, they finally saw relief in the way of an old pick-up truck driving down the road, driven by two 'good ol' country boys' who offered to take them to the nearest gas station.
While her husband rode in the back of the pickup, our protagonist sat between the two hunky farmhands, who made pass after pass at her, while her husband watched from the back of the pickup. Having had fantasies about watching his wife with other men, when it came time to go back to their car, it was suggested Heather travel in the back with the two farmhands while her husband drove.
You can read the rest of the story, how the wife fucked and sucked both farmhands, and later discovering they were actually interns for the wife, who had set the whole thing up for her husband's enjoyment.
This second chapter takes place a few months afterwards. Sadly, the contract she worked so hard to get signed has met some snags, leaving not only her job, but her entire firm in jeopardy. In order to stop the contract from falling through, her senior partners have demanded she personally go to Argentina and salvage what she can with the contract. Being such a huge contract and wanting to keep things in their favor, they suggested Heather take her husband as a mediator for the contract, not divulging to the Argentinian bank the true nature of Tim's relationship with Heather, they instead tell her to have him simply be a third-party contractor hired to oversee the negotiations.
This scene is taken early in the chapter, when the couple first arrives in Argentina...
Tim’s bags—a medium suitcase and garment bag—were already sitting right beside their carry-on laptop cases, being the first items to arrive on the conveyor belt as they played the inevitable game of watching luggage go round and round the carousel, waiting for Heather’s bags along with everybody else. She watched what appeared to be identical luggage go by several times as people made the moves to grab a suitcase, only realizing it was not there’s and letting it pass.
It never ceased to amaze Heather how two people could check-in at the same time, yet their luggage would always be delivered at completely opposite times.
After forty-five minutes of watching luggage circle around the carousel, they realized there were no longer any new bags being placed upon the conveyor belt.
Leaving Heather to guard his luggage, Tim went to check on when the rest of the bags would be released. After only a few minutes Heather saw her husband return—with a sour face—as he told her all the bags on the plane had been released. Gathering what bags they had recovered, she followed her husband through the crowd to wait in line with other irate and upset passengers.
Another thirty minutes found them standing at the Copa Airlines baggage desk, a dismayed Heather translating to her husband the discovery of her bags somehow having been placed on the wrong plane. Even at this very moment her entire set of luggage was currently sitting in a Paris terminal—and even worse, the discovery the bags would not be brought to her until sometime Tuesday!
“You don’t understand, I HAVE to have my luggage!” she told the attendant furtively in Spanish.
The attendant replied the same, as Heather translated to her husband, “Ma’am, I understand. Unfortunately there is nothing we can do about it. Your luggage will be placed upon the first flight out, but as we have no direct flights from Paris to Buenos Aires, it will take some time for them to arrive here on their final destination,” the clerk told her.
“But can’t you use another airline?” she said in exasperation. “I’m sure there has to be a direct flight to here from somebody!” she said plaintively
“I’m sorry Senora, I’ve checked and called all the other airlines, and the only direct flights leave late tomorrow afternoon--your luggage will not arrive any faster,” she told them apologetically.
“You don’t understand, I NEED my luggage!” she exclaimed in dismay, her raised voice drawing looks from those around.
Heather was completely frazzled. Everything she needed for the meeting tomorrow was in those bags, from underwear to stockings to her business suits. Sure she could get toiletries from the hotel—they were staying in a nice enough hotel to offer full amenities, but she could not go to a meeting dressed as she was!
Being the calming voice of reason, Tim pulled her aside after thanking the clerk and giving her their hotel information. Once the luggage arrived it would be sent directly to them, but Heather was still frantic.
“Goddamnit, everything is in those bags,” she told her husband desperately. “Jesus Chris, the only thing I have to wear is what I’m wearing now—how the fuck am I going to meet Hector Chacon in yoga pants and a t-shirt!” she said woefully.
“We’ll find something,” her husband said, with that irrational male attitude, as if not having anything to wear to a one of the most crucial business meetings in her career was not the end of the world. “I’m sure we can find some twenty-four hour clothing store around, let’s just go to the hotel and we’ll talk to the concierge and see what they can do,” he told her. “I’m sure this isn’t the first time a customer has not had their luggage arrive with them,” he said, again in that calming voice—which pissed her off even more.
Heather was a complete mental wreck, and it took quite some time for Tim to talk her into finally agreeing with him and going to the hotel to check in before finding something to wear.
“If worse comes to worse, we call Mr. Chacon and move the meeting to later in the day,” he told her. “That will give you time in the morning to at least find a nice business suit,” he rationalized to her.
Although she agreed with her husband, Heather was a jumble of nerves as they rode in the cab—the cab driver making no pretense about watching her tits bounce more than the road.
“Could you try to hit more of those pot holes?” she asked him in Spanish, exasperated at everything going on.
Heather did not care if she was rude or not, more worried about her luggage being seven thousand miles away than some cabbie getting a cheap thrill at her jiggling flesh.
As with everything that went wrong when she was so stressed out, even the slightest things going wrong seem like mountains, and Heather became quite vocal to the cabbie when they were caught in late-night construction on the roads, the cab driver explaining much of downtown was like this in the evenings.
Too concerned over her lost luggage to care about the cabbie fixating on her breasts in the cropped shirt, she was glad when they finally made it through the stop-and-go traffic and arrived at the hotel. Although she was somewhat ashamed when Tim apologized for her to the cabbie, she was still too exasperated at the loss of her clothes to worry about her husband giving the cabbie a larger tip than usual, rushing into the lobby to check in while the cabbie thanked Tim, who followed her a few moments later.
By the time Tim caught up with her, Heather was frantic, the concierge telling her there were no twenty-four hour stores anywhere nearby.
“You can’t tell me there isn’t an all-night Wal-Mart or some shit in the entire goddamn capital of the country!” Heather exclaimed, her worry making her completely irrational as Tim tried to quiet her down.
"I'm sorry Senora,” the concierge was explaining, “but Carnival is close and all the stores have been closing early to let their employees participate,” he was telling the woman who was on the verge of tears.
Tim was barely able to calm her down and get Heather to her room. Once entering the suite, he was floored at the extravagant decorations—Heather’s company h ad spared no expense for their Director’s comfort; however, Heather was much too upset to notice their surroundings.
Meanwhile his wife was pacing the room, threatening to wear out the plush carpeting before the night was out.
“What the fuck am I going to do?” she said worriedly.
Tim knew if it were not for the fact concern about the Argentinian contract, she would not be in such a frazzled state. This was not the first time their luggage had been misplaced, and it would obviously not be the last; however, the precipitous position of not only her job, but those of her company were foremost on her mind.
For what was not the first time that night, Tim regretted the necessity of traveling with their laptops and business materials as carry-ons, making them unable to bring any of their clothes on the flight and leaving situations such as this a possibility.
“Well figure something out,” he told his wife, trying to appease her.
“Like what? Robbing a fucking clothing store at two in the goddamn morning in fucking Buenos Aires?” she shouted, obviously distraught.
Tim pulled her into his arms and felt her shaking, stroking her back and whispering to her over and over it would be alright to calm her down. Eventually she was able to at least compose herself enough to think again, stating she should at least call the emergency number Hector Chacon’s assistant gave them to explain the situation. At the very least she could try and move the meeting into the late morning, giving her time to get a business suit once the stores opened.
Being too wound up, Tim called the number, Heather’s hands still shaking from their current predicament. As the third-party broker, it would not be unusual for him to call instead of Heather to change the appointment, as his entire function was to serve as the go-between for Heather and the Argentinian bankers.
Heather listened to him explaining to whomever he was talking to on the phone about the lost luggage, asking to move the meeting to a later time in the day.
“Mhm,” her husband said as Heather looked at him. “I see,” he said over the receiver. “No, I completely understand. Here, let me have you talk to Ms. Jacqueil and you can go over the details with her,” he said, looking at Heather.
Tim used Heather’s maiden name, which was how she was addressed at the company. Many Latin American businessmen did not appreciate a woman in such a high position, but it would have been much worse to have known she was married, as a woman’s place was best served at home.
Heather took the phone, tentatively saying, “Hello?”
“Ah, Senora Jacqueil, this is Lucia Benitez, Senor Chacon’s assistant. Senor Wilcox has explained what has happened. I am very sorry for your inconvenience,” the heavily accented voice of an elderly woman said. “As I explained to Senor Wilcox, Senor Chacon has a Board meeting scheduled immediately following your meeting to vote on the action of the contract, so it is impossible to reschedule your meeting without inconveniencing the entire Board,” the woman said over the phone.
Heather’s heart beat frantically as she replied, “But I have no clothes for the meeting,” she told the older woman. “I am only wearing a camiseta y pantalones deportivos,” she said to the receiver. “I can’t come to a meeting like that,” she said plaintively.
“Let me call Senor Chacon and explain the situation,” the elderly woman said, obviously feeling sorry for Heather. “You are at the Alvear Palace, si?” she said.
Heather told her their room number and hung up the phone, still anxious, but hopeful.
Seeing Tim’s expectant look, she explained the situation as they sat down to wait for the assistant to call back. Although she desperately wanted to take a shower—the hours on the plane making her feel completely grody—she did not want to miss the call. Having Tim answer within her room would not be appropriate, so instead she snuggled on the couch with Tim, slowly dozing off as they waited for the return call.
The phone ringing loudly startled them both—each having dozed off while waiting—and Heather sprang up from the couch to answer.
“Senor Jacqueil,” Hector Chacon’s voice came out loudly over the phone, “I am so sorry to hear about your luggage. Lucia told me it is Paris, no?” he said, his accent thick over the phone.
Heather explained the mix-up, as well as not having anything to wear to the meeting, once again asking if they could postpone it.
“Sadly, as Lucia may have explained, I have a meeting with the Junta Ejecutivo immediately following our meeting and cannot cancel one without the other,” he told her as Heather felt her heart drop. “Many of the board members have tight schedules and are coming into town just for the sake of voting on the next action with your company,” he told her.
Heather’s heart dropped, once again knowing what the outcome of an unfavorable vote would due to not only her career, but her entire company. She was committed to attending the meeting, and if worse came to worse, she would go in her current attire, although looks were everything, particularly for the men she would be meeting with. Her attire would undermine the entire visit and make her the laughing stock of not only the Argentinians, but the entire financial community—such social faux pas were not kept quiet—but it would be even worse having to cancel the meeting completely.
“However, I may have a solution,” Senor Chacon’s voice came over the phone, catching Heather’s attention. “I have a friend who owes me quite a few favors,” he told her. “She owns a tienda de ropa, a clothing store,” he repeated in English. “Let me give her a call and see if she can help,” he told her. “If I might be so bold, could you tell me your measurements?” he said.
As spazzed out as she was, Heather still felt bad involving more people, telling the bank CEO she did not want to bother anybody else.
“Nonsense,” he replied over the phone. “This is not the first time I’ve had to call on her for an emergency clothing problem,” he laughed, “so tell me your measurements and let me see if she can help,” he said.
Out of the corner of her eye Heather saw Tim look at her funny as she told Hector Chacon her five-foot-eight-inches height and her 36C-25-34 figure.
“Ah yes, I had almost forgotten, usted es atractiva,” he said.
Heather felt her blood pulse as she thanked him for the compliment, cheered by the fact the man considered her simply a sexy woman and not one of the most successful financial directors in the world.
She listened as he told her he would contact her once he called his ‘friend’ to see if she had anything she could wear as Heather hung up the phone and explained to Tim what was going on.
It took only fifteen minutes before the phone rang again, Heather and Tim having just dozed off on the couch.
“Hola,” she answered.
“Senora Heather,” Mr. Chacon’s voice came over the phone. “I have good news. My friend has something she says will fit you perfectly,” he said.
Heather was relieved, thanking Senor Chacon profusely.
“It is no problem. Unfortunately she only has one outfit that would fit you in stock, as her store caters more for evening wear attire, but I am sure it will be better than what you currently are wearing,” he laughed as Heather smiled at her husband. “She described to me the dress and I am sure you will be stunning in it,” he told her.
Once again Heather thanked the CEO of the largest banking firm in South America, telling him as long as it was more feminine than her yoga pants and t-shirt, she was happy. Senor Chacon told her the clothes would be delivered to the hotel first thing in the morning, but she would have plenty of time to get ready for the meeting and he would see her at eight.
Hanging up the phone, Heather once again felt in control as she told Tim the good news, telling him she was going to take a shower and go to bed, to get what little sleep they now had as her husband told her he was going to go to his room and do the same.
“Since you don’t have anything to wear to bed, I’m going to sleep in my own room,” he grinned at her. “Otherwise we’ll be up the rest of the night,” he laughed. “You’ll need all your energy satisfying all those Latino men!” he joked, grinning at her as she slapped him playfully on the shoulder before giving him a long kiss goodnight.
While I'm using a random number generator to select what pages to post, I'm not simply taking that page and cutting and pasting it here. I'm actually seeing what scene that page is involved with and trying to give you the complete scene...so I'm going back sometimes one or two pages, to make sure it is a full scene. That's not to say in some cases you'll understand what is going on, LOL, but it hopefully gives you a feeling towards how the story is written.
This second teaser comes from my currently unreleased Assumptions story, where a woman and her husband go to her sorority and brother fraternities alumni party. The title of Assumptions comes from vague descriptions of events happening where not only the husband, but also the reader, are left to make their own assumptions on what is happening. There is obviously a known slut at the reunion party--but is it one of the wife's (Samantha) friends, is it one of the other sorority sisters the husband (Daniel) meets up with during the weekend-long party, or is it even his very own wife! There are a lot of innuendo's and 'what just happened' types things in the story, and it is something that will leave everybody guessing.
I'm not even certain whether I will end the story with a revelation as to the slut's identity or simply leave it for everybody to make their own...you got it...Assumptions.
“LJ is pretty much our ‘leader,’” he laughed. “He was our pledge president when we began, and was elected fraternity president after that for not only our sophomore, but also junior and senior years,” he explained to me. “And now he is the Fraternity’s Alumni President. He’s held that position almost since graduating,” Jason said.
“You may know him as John Palmer, a linebacker for the Houston Texans,” he told me, looking at me expectantly.
Having already recognized him, I still showed my surprise, nodding on knowing the name.
“I knew that, but where does his nickname ‘LJ’ come from?” I asked in sincerity, as Sam had not gone into any detail other than introducing us. “He obviously doesn’t use that nickname when playing,” I said.
Both Jason and Lloyd laughed, Lloyd choking on his beer as I waited for them to continue.
“Well, ‘LJ’ was actually a term given to him in high school, but it was so appropriate, we used it in the fraternity” he laughed again. “It stands for ‘Long John’ on account of his…well…his rather large endowment,” he grinned.
“You mean he has a big dick,” I said in understanding.
“Big is not the word,” Lloyd said with a smile. “The goddamn thing is an anaconda hiding in his pants and waiting to strike. As gay as it sounds we actually had him measure himself in the shower once, and he is ten and a half inches FLACCID, and about six inches in girth,” he said.
I looked at him in surprise as both he and Jason nodded.
“Yeah,” Jason continued. “He says when he’s completely hard the damn monstrosity is about twelve inches long and about seven inches in girth,” he said.
“Holy shit,” I said to both them and myself. “How can a woman take that?” I asked, almost rhetorically.
Jason and Lloyd both smiled.
“And there you have the basis for the ‘LJ Challenge,’” he laughed. “The challenge is to be able to take that ungodly fucker and have sex with LJ—and not just regular sex, either, but a full trifecta with anal and oral as well,” he said.
I looked at him in surprise as he again nodded.
“Bullshit,” I said as both men grinned at me.
“Yup,” Lloyd continued, saying, “And that’s not all,” he continued. “Not only does the bitch have to fuck let him fuck her in every hole, but she has to do it in front of witnesses,” he grinned at me.
I looked at them both in shock as both he and Jason nodded.
“Yup,” Jason confirmed. “Whenever a girl is doing the Challenge she has to do so in front of her own pledge class as well as LJ’s,” he said, smiling like somebody who got away with murder.
Once more I looked at him in surprise before saying, “Wait a minute. Are you telling me Stephanie is going to fuck LJ in front of you all?” I said incredulously.
Lloyd and Jason smiled like giddy children as Jason said, “Yup, that’s exactly what the Challenge is,” he said with a huge grin.
I continued to look at them in surprise.
Finally I said, “So how many woman have successfully completed this so-called challenge?” I asked, still not believing the perversity of what they were talking about.
“Well, a lot of girls have tried,” Jason said still grinning. “Although most girls can take him fucking them—it’s amazing how a girls snatch can stretch,” he laughed before continuing, “Fewer girls can actually deep throat something that big—and then there’s the issue of that huge-assed cock getting inserted into their tight buttoned ass,” he laughed. “Being able to do all three…” he shook his head as his voice trailed off while he thought about it. “In the last ten years there’s only been one girl has been able to do all three,” he laughed with Lloyd.
I watched as they both toasted their glasses to each other again in their familiar gesture.
“Wait a minute,” I said, still not believing what they told me. “You mean somebody has done this?” I asked as they laughed.
“Yup, in front of us and everybody,” Jason laughed. “She’s had her name on the trophy and has defended her title for over ten years,” he said.
“Jesus,” I said, still surprised.
Samantha had told me nothing about anything like this going on between her sorority and fraternity, and to hear it being told as if it was something commonplace and known to everybody she went to school with I knew it was impossible she had not known.
Then again, I had never pried into her college life. In fact, up until receiving the invitation to this alumni party, I had not thought about her past life at all—something I was ashamed to admit after us being married for so long.
“So what the fuck is in it for the girls?” I asked, still not believing any woman would be willing to put themselves through such public humiliation, even Stephanie, Sam’s best friend.
Jason and Lloyd grinned as Jason replied, “Well, there are several perks, not the least having the reputation for surviving the challenge,” he laughed. “They also get their name on a trophy as I said. Another benefit is them receiving double the amount of ‘raffle tickets’ for their names to be drawn for the yearly contest prize,” he said. “What that actually means—although obviously not to their knowledge—is they get a fifty-percent reduction of any handicaps given to them during our little ‘who’s the biggest slut’ contest,” he laughed.
The first in my series of teasers to give everybody a hint at all the stories I'm working on. Some of them are going to be short--as I may not have a lot written down and some stories currently only being outlines and such--but I hope it gives a fair representation of the stories so everybody can see I'm not just sitting around on my ass, LOL.
This first one (going alphabetically) is an excerpt from the beginning of Annie Babysits the Kids 08. It is the day after the infamous Pool Party...
Annie woke up Monday morning actually surprised she was alone in bed. Her dreams had been filled with images from the pool party—completely naked except for her high-heeled shoes, kneeling on a lounge chair as Rick shoved his cock into her mouth while the other guys—Tom, Greg, Stan, and Brent—took turns fucking her, her body having non-stop orgasms. The scenes in her head had been relived over and over as she slept—Rick cumming down her throat, then his cock being replaced by Jerome’s, black cock sliding between her red lips while she eagerly sucked him off as well, completely overcome with lust.
Then there were the porn actors who had been at the party, having their way with her like the others—using her as if she was simply some party slut hired for the men’s pleasure.
Had she really done all that yesterday? Had she really behaved like a wanton slut, letting not only her fiancé’s friends, but complete strangers, have their way with her?
As she stretched her body in bed, the soreness between her thighs and the tenderness of her breasts were proof enough of her unadulterated use, an affirmative answer to her doubts and questions.
No, she had not simply dreamed it.
How could she have betrayed Bob’s trust like that, being a total whore for his very own friends? And what kind of friends blackmailed and fucked their best friend’s fiancée?
Her world was turned completely topsy turvy, first Brian and William’s debasement of her, and now Bob’s friends.
Her thoughts returned to the love of her life. Bob had urged her to be more ‘open’ with the guys, even telling her to allow them to cop a feel of her ass or tits if she was willing—and hinting at more. To her shame, that and more had happened. Would her fiancé really be all right knowing she had been willingly gangbanged at the pool party while he was innocently away, leaving her alone, trusting not only herself but his friends concerning her wellbeing?
Her biggest concern—even above the thoughts of Rick and the gang’s betrayal of Bob’s trust—was her own betrayal. Not only had everything she had dreamed happened, but she had allowed it, and in fact, enjoyed it. She may have protested and stated no at first, but in the end she was as much a willing participant as any of the guys there.
Had she really begged and pleaded for them to fuck her?
Her only glimmer of hope was that as exciting and carnal as her use at the party had been, nothing compared to the gentle sensual lovemaking with Bob afterwards. Although she had been used continuously, her biggest orgasms had been in her own fiancé’s arms, feeling more content than she ever had when he had been inside her. She had no doubts about her enjoyment of the uninhibited use by the other guys, but her session with Bob transcended even that—with Rick and the gang it had been pure unadulterated physical lust, but with Bob it had been something meaningful.
Bob had always stated his beliefs on the difference between love and lust, that fucking and lovemaking were two entirely separate things, and although both could happen together, they also could be done separately. Although they were all sex in the broadest of terms, the mindset and circumstances, even the freedom provided by both, were different. Perhaps he was right.
Sitting up in bed, she looked down at her inner thighs, expecting to see herself covered with bruises based upon how tender she was, but her legs were smooth and unharmed. She was also surprised to see no bruising or blemishes upon her breasts, also tender from all the man-handling they had endured.
In fact, her entire body had a wonderful dark tan—a benefit of being completely naked most of the afternoon.
Contrary to the flawless glow of her body, her mind was in complete turmoil, a storm of thoughts, questions, and doubts flying through her head faster than she could grasp them. Had everything really happened? Had she allowed Rick and the gang to have their way with her, slacking their lust upon her? And had she really not been reluctant, but actually eager to be used by them? And what about Bob? How could he condone the betrayal of not only his friends, but of his own fiancée? Could he really be comfortably knowing his friends had used her over and over? Would he really understand it had been an act of lust, not love?
When they had first started dating, Bob had asked her to dress more provocatively. She had done it for him, thinking he was turned on by her beauty and showing it to him; however, it had not taken long for her to discover his primary purpose was not to enjoy her for himself, but to show her off to his friends. Dressing like a slut in front of his friends had made him so happy, she had followed his requests, even when she was uncomfortable, dressing and acting like a slut whenever they went out with Rick and the gang during high school—even living with the reputation for being a cock tease.
And Bob had been pleased with her; however, this last year she had discovered he fantasized about his friends being even more intimate with her—instead of having her on display, he apparently wanted to share.
At first she had been appalled, thinking Bob did not love her, merely seeing her as a piece of meat, some commodity to pass around to his friends; however, over the years she had been amazed at the depth of love he gave to her, not wanting to debase her, but to have her enjoy herself. She was starting to wonder if he truly believed a person could satisfy their lust upon one person—or persons—while being in love and devoting their life to another.
She was completely confused.
Once again she through about her continuous orgasms from her use by the other guys paling in comparison to the mind-blowing release she had felt in Bob’s arms.
As a few "Anonymous" messages have stated, I did promise some teasers to everything to start off the New Year. I haven't forgotten you, it's just there have been several requests on me picking choice scenes that give a good idea of the story, and honestly, I'm having a hard time with that. I could easily have posted random selections by now, but to decide critical scenes to a chapter when in some cases, that chapter is not even finished, has been difficult to say the least.
For example, Lapdancing Chapter 06...the defining moment in the chapter has not even been written yet...Diamond's syndication party. The entire chapter builds up to that one scene, and as such, picking any other scene does not give an idea of the chapter. In addition, there are a few plot twists that would be revealed in that scene I want to avoid until the chapter is out. In other chapters, such as What's In a Name, the entire story is the defining moment...and there is no one defining scene that 'makes' the story.
As such, although I know it's not what people wanted, I will probably do the random thing and let Fate decide on an excerpt from each story currently in progress (including the small part of Annie!). I think that will be the easiest and at least will give you all something to drool over, LOL ;)
Spent most of the day working on some 3D Graphics versus writing, so although I worked a little on What's in a Name, it wasn't much to speak of. Also didn't have much time to put together some teasers from all my stories. I'm not sure if I'll release one at a time or just a whole shotgun of teasers, but when I can sit down and do them I will...just to give you something to show.
I try to keep my regular images and my 'DocCIS' images separate, but if anybody is interested in seeing some of my work, drop me a message and I can link you to my FB page where I post most of that...most of the 'racier' images will be here, but my regular ones are more prevalent.
Other than living through the cold here in DC, not much happening over the weekend...although it seems to have gone by WAY too fast...
Although I did not do much in terms of writing or graphics over the Christmas-to-New Year's break, I did begin working a bit on writing towards the tail-end of the vacation. I completely switched gears (again) and worked on What's In a Name. You may notice a lot more images in the picture widget for the story on the right. In the last week or so I've written well over 100 pages (Word format, so about 10+ pages Literotica). Currently this is where my Muse has taken me, and I'm really getting into developing the story.
I'm a bit uncertain how I'm going to break the story up. It has multiple sections which describe a part of the characters' lives over many years...but each section is a main story in and of itself. Originally it was going to be based upon CHAPTERS...but right now I'm at 100+ pages and only about 10% done with the FIRST storyline (yup, it's going to be a biggie!)...so I may break it into PARTS or VOLUMES with multiple chapters in between.
For those that do not want to read back to where I described it (although it's pretty easy going to the TAGS and clicking on What's In a Name), it is a story about a married woman who is obsessed with titles. She grew up in the beauty pageant circuit as a child, teen and young woman, so everything is a competition. Now that she is married and has kids, she is out of that scene, but it had been so much a part of her life, she wants to do SOMETHING to relieve the urge to show herself off. So she's a bit of an exhibitionist, but the story is more about her obsession to win titles. In this first 'part' she finds out about a series of contests at a nightclub that all make up the "Ultimate Body" title. This first story is how she enters the contests (wet t-shirt, best legs, best ass, etc.) held weekly, but keeps it from her husband, asking the help of one of his coworkers...who ultimate seduces her (or maybe she seduces him, LOL). When in the beauty pageant circuit she often slept with judges so they would vote in favor of her (a common practice according to her) so when she finds out the various co-workers of her husband are judges, she tries to swing their votes her way week after week...
The rest of the series will be her getting other various titles, such as MILF, MILFA, MILFAss, Office Slut, etc.
This story is another one where I'm attempting to have different points of views. I learned from the last time to not keep things as repetitive, so although I may go into detail with a scene described by one person, when the other is reliving the scene it is more about their thoughts and emotions. I've always admired writers who could do this and obviously need the practice, so giving it another go. This way you can hopefully understand what is going on through the main protagonist's eyes (Lindsey), her husband (Jim), and the other various characters.
I felt I needed a new direction. I had worked on Lapdancing 06 and Extenuating Circumstances to the point where I didn't even want to open them up in Word on my computer, and this was a nice clean slate I could cleanse my palate upon. Whether it will be the next story released or EC will be I don't know, but right now simply going with the flow...
As suggested in some comments, I will try on releasing a few teasers of each story I've been working on. Although it would take too much time to go through each and select a representative sample, I'll at least do a select scene for Lapdancing 06 and Extenuating Circumstances...possibly What's in a Name. But for the rest, it may simply be one-page random selections as putting in the time to find a select passage may take too long...
