She felt Mr. Smith pull out, his cum and her cum, along with some blood spilling out onto the floor. “ If you say anything about this to anyone I will kill you Heather. Do you understand me?” Heather opened her eyes, seeing Mr. Smith, fully dressed, standing over her. She nodded slowly and rolled off of the desk, curling up on the floor.
          Mr. Smith left quickly, closing the door behind him. Heather sat up and curled up against the desk, slowly pulling her clothing on. A few minutes later she stood up and left the school, her thighs so sore she could barely walk. She reached her house and stood outside on the porch, her parents not home yet.
          Heather felt her panties soaking up cum, and also some cum sliding down the inside of her legs, she would have to clean up. She had actually enjoyed the sex, and that scared her, since it was a rape. She stood outside for a few minutes then made a decision. On Monday she would experiment again, see if she really enjoyed it.

To Be Continued….

By: A.C.Magnum
 Written for Ashley, the girl who gave me the idea for this whole story.   

(any comments e-mail me at rainneo9@msn.com, I check that account the most)

 

            Jenny eased the car over onto the berm as it sputtered to a stop. The two girls in the back exchanged worried looks with one another as Matt glanced at Jenny, releasing his seatbelt.

            “What’s wrong now?” Carrie asked from behind Jenny, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear.

            “I don’t know,” Jenny replied nervously.

            “I’ll check it,” Matt said, opening his door. “Pop the hood.”

            “Thanks, Matt,” Jenny called after him.

            He went to the front of the car and propped the hood up, sticking his head under it to examine the intricate workings located there. He studied the overheated radiator with a look of concern. The three girls sat in silent worry inside the car.

            “We’re never going to make it back to campus before morning at this rate,” Angie whined. Her red hair, which had been braided tightly earlier in the evening, was starting to come loose from its bindings.

            “We’ll get back. Matt will take care of it.” Jenny tried to sound confident even though she too was worried. She casually brushed her brown hair away from her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest.

            “What if it’s something he can’t fix?” Carrie asked. “What if we have to sit here all night?”

            “Carrie, he’ll figure it out. Matt’s good with cars,” Jenny assured her.

            The three girls were intent on their worried conversation and didn’t notice the van pull off the road behind them. The driver turned off his lights then climbed from his vehicle and approached theirs. He walked past the passenger side without stopping and went to the front of the car where Matt stood bent under the raised hood. Without saying a word the new arrival pulled a tazer from his pocket and applied a shock to the unsuspecting young man. Matt fell forward against the car’s engine block before sliding to the ground, his tank top riding up his well-muscled stomach. The stranger squatted down next to him, smiling.

            “Just to make sure I have plenty of time for what I need.” He pressed the tazer against Matt’s bare arm and applied another shock.

            The man then stood up and made his way around to the driver’s side. He leaned down and knocked lightly against the closed window. Since the window was controlled by the engine and she didn’t want to turn the key back on without Matt’s okay, Jenny opened the door a crack.

            “Yes?”

            “Your friend asked if I could give you a jump. Could you help me with the cables?”

            “Sure.”

            He glanced into the backseat and saw the other girls. He pulled the door open and held it for Jenny. When she was clear of the car he leaned inside the auto to speak to the other occupants.

            “It might be a few minutes. If you’d like to wait in my car for the air conditioning you’re welcome to.”

            The two girls exchanged glances then nodded.

            “That’d be great. Thanks,” Angie replied.

            The two girls climbed from the car and quickly joined Jenny. As the man drew near the small group he pulled the tazer from his pocket again and applied it first to Angie, then quickly to Jenny and Carrie, letting each girl fall to the pavement. He jerked the passenger door to his van open and pulled a duffle bag from the floor. He set it down next to the incapacitated women, jerking it open and pulling several lengths of rope from it. He quickly tied each girl’s arms behind her back. He then pulled a ball gag from the bag, forced it into Angie’s mouth and fastened it behind her head. Carrie and Jenny were quickly gagged as well. He then tied their feet and opened the side door on the van. He lifted each of the girls into the back of the van and carefully laid them on the floor of the van. He then took his duffle bag to the front of their car, tied and gagged Matt. Then lifted the young man over his shoulder and carried him back to the van as well. He tossed Matt into the van with the women then closed the side door. He put the duffle bag back on the floor of his passenger seat, closed the door and went around to the driver’s side. He climbed in, closed the door, fastened his seat belt and carefully pulled back onto the highway. Two hours later he pulled into the garage at his house, his new slaves squirming in the back of his van.

            He carefully unloaded his passengers and placed them in his basement dungeon, laying them each on the floor as he carried them inside. Once they were all inside he stood staring at them, amazed that he had been so lucky to get four slaves in one attempt. His adrenaline high was starting to wane but he still felt great. God, they’re all beautiful, he thought. He could clearly see the fear in their eyes and loved it. The guy, he thought, was definitely an added bonus. He hadn’t thought about that possibility. This is definitely going to be great!

            He leaned down and grabbed the blonde by her elbow, lifting her to her feet. He dragged her to a nearby table and lifted her onto it, letting her legs hang over the edge. He put his hands on the table on either side of her knees and leaned forward shoving his face close to hers, staring at her, breathing hard. He slowly slid his right hand up her thigh to her side to her arm to her cheek. He silently caressed her cheek for several minutes causing her to shake uncontrollably and tears to slide from her eyes. Matt squirmed on the floor grunting into his gag. Their captor finally turned to survey the other three hostages lying on the floor.

            “Listen carefully to what I tell you. I’m only going to say it once.” His voice was soft but his words were spoken with authority. “My name is Danny but you will all call me sir or master. I will broker no argument and no insolence from any of you. Anyone who disobeys me will be punished. I may even decide to punish one of your friends instead. Everyone understand?”

            He stared at each of them in turn, waiting for them to nod. They each nodded their understanding. He turned back to Carrie and reached out to her.

            “I’m going to remove your gag now. You must remain quiet.”

            She slowly nodded her head. He reached behind her head, released the clasp holding the gag closed and pulled it from her mouth. He laid the gag on the table next to her then reached up to caress her cheek again.

            “What’s your name, baby?”

            “C-C-Carrie.”

            “You’re very pretty, Carrie. How old are you?”

            “N-nineteen.”

            He put his hand on her tit and squeezed the nipple hard, causing her to cry out.

            “Nineteen, sir,” he said.

            “Sorry, sir,” she whispered.

            “Don’t let it happen again.”

            “No, sir, I won’t.”

            “Good girl.” He patted her cheek then turned back to the rest of the group. “Tell me everyone else’s names. Start with the redhead.”

            He grabbed the redhead and lifted her to her feet then cut the rope binding her feet together.

            “She’s Angie, sir.”

            He led her to the wall to Carrie’s right and lifted a collar from a peg on the wall. He fitted the collar around her neck and fastened it, securing it tightly with a mini-padlock. He also put a mini-padlock on her ball gag before cutting the ropes binding her arms behind her back.

            “How old is she?”

            “Sh-she’s nineteen too, sir.”

He then went back to the man and the other girl. He grabbed the brunette and lifted her to her feet by her elbow then cut the ropes binding her feet together.

            “Her name?”

            “Th-that’s Jenny, sir.”

            “How old is she?”

            “She’s twenty, sir.”

            He pulled her to the wall to Carrie’s left and lifted a collar from a peg on the wall. He fitted the collar around her neck and fastened it, securing it tightly with a mini-padlock. He also put a mini-padlock on her ball gag before cutting the ropes binding her arms behind her back. He moved to stand next to Matt and stared down at the prone figure. He pulled the tazer from his pocket before squatting down next to the bound man. He held the tazer out for his hostage to see, wiggling it in front of the other man’s eyes.

            “You give me any trouble, I’ll use it. You understand?”

            Matt slowly nodded, not taking his eyes off the stun gun. Danny reached down and cut the ropes binding the other man’s legs together then pulled of his shoes and socks before dragging him to his feet. He pulled Matt to the wall directly in front of Carrie, shoving him against the wall. He fastened a cuff around Matt’s right ankle then quickly cuffed his left ankle. He adjusted the chains connected to the cuffs so they pulled his feet tight against the wall and spread his legs a good four feet apart. The chains were connected to iron rings embedded permanently into the wall that Matt was now connected to. Danny reached up and secured a collar around Matt’s neck. The collar was also attached to a ring in the wall. Danny the cut the ropes binding Matt’s arms behind him, quickly cuffing his wrists to rings attached to the wall. His arms were stretched out to either side, spreading him wide. Danny turned back to face Carrie.

            “And your boyfriend?” he indicated the freshly chained Matt with a thumb over his shoulder.

            “Matt isn’t my boyfriend, sir,” she said softly.

            “Who’s boyfriend is he?”

            “H-h-he’s just our friend, sir.”

            “How old is he?”

            “H-he’s twenty, sir.”

            Danny strode back to Carrie and knelt in front of her. He quickly cut the ropes binding her feet together and lifted her from the table. He then led her to the back wall and fitted a collar to her neck like he had the other two girls before cutting her bound hands loose. Danny then stepped back into the middle of the room and surveyed his captives.

            “Which of you do I start with?” he purred, looking from first one of his new ladies to the next. When he noticed Angie struggling to break free from her collar he approached her, grasping her wrists in his hands, drawing her attention. “Did you not pay any attention to my earlier warning?”

            Her green eyes grew large as he stared at her.

            “You are all my slaves now. Get used to that collar because you’ll be wearing it from now on. Some days it may be all you’ll be wearing.”

            He smiled when muffled noises came from behind the ball gag and she tried to pull away from him. He heard the chains rattle behind him as well. He slapped her hard across the face, open-handed.

            “Do not fight me. I am your master now. You will do whatever I tell you. You will not look me in the eyes, ever. You will address me as Master or Sir.” He grabbed her shoulder-length hair and tugged it hard, pulling her head back. “Do you understand?”

            She couldn’t move her head because of his hold on it and the only sound she could make was a general grunting sound around the ball gag. He released both of her hands and his hold on her hair then stared at her. She slowly dropped her eyes to the ground.

            “Good. That’s a start. Now, strip.”

            Her eyes flew back to his face. His hand whipped across her face again, knocking her head sideways. He heard the chains rattle again but ignored the sound. He stood staring at her, waiting. She looked up at him defiantly.

            “Perhaps you’d like to see one of your friends punished?”

            Her eyes grew wide again as she stared at him. Slowly, she slid her eyes to the floor and shook her head.

            “I will not give you another chance. I give my orders only once. Now, strip.”

            She raised her hands and shakily started to undo the buttons of her blouse. Danny heard the chains rattling again along with a string of grunts from Matt’s direction. He was quickly loosing patience. He spun around and stalked toward the chained man, the tazer in his hand.

            “Settle down, boy. You’re just another slave now.” He waved the stun gun in front of Matt’s face. “You’ll get your turn to strip. And I might even let you play with the other slaves – if you behave yourself.”

            Matt continued to struggle against his bonds, a look of outrage on his face. Danny pressed the stun gun to Matt’s bare arm, forcing a shock through the young man’s body. He jerked then slumped against his bonds.

            “That’s better.” Danny went back to Angie to find she had stopped midway through unbuttoning her blouse. “Don’t stop now, bitch. Keep going. I want every piece of clothing off in the next five seconds or you get zapped again.”

            She started opening her blouse again with shaky hands, a low moan escaping around her gag, tears creeping from her eyes. She slowly opened her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders.

            “Now your shoes then the pants,” Danny ordered, staring at her.

            She carefully kicked off her shoes before unfastening her pants and sliding them down over her hips. She slowly lowered them to her ankles and gingerly stepped out of them then pulled off her hose. She stood back up and waited for his next order. Danny stepped forward and removed her gag after running his hands over her near-naked body, ignoring the grunts from behind him.

            “Please,” she whispered. “Let us go.”

            “You’re not going anywhere, slut. You’re mine now. Get used to it.” He gripped her face tightly in his right hand. “Take the rest of it off.”

            “Please, no…”

            “I’m not repeating myself, bitch. You have one second.”

            He turned and walked back to Matt. He opened Matt’s pants and pulled out his dick before pulling the tazer from his own pocket. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at Angie.

            “Do it or I’ll use my little toy on his prick.”

            “Oh, God,” she whispered as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

            She removed her bra and let it drop to the floor with the rest of her clothes then slowly removed her panties as well. She tried to cover herself with her hands and arms as she stood naked in front of their captor.

            “Put your arms down. They should always be at your sides unless I tell you otherwise,” Danny ordered.

            When she hesitated he moved the stun gun toward Matt’s exposed meat. She immediately dropped her arms to her sides.

            “Good. Remember your lesson.” Danny let his eyes roam around the room. “That goes for all of you.”

            He pointed to Jenny.

            “You’re next.”

            She glanced at Matt then Angie before she slowly started to undress. She had the first four buttons of her blouse undone when Danny started toward her.

            “Wait.” He reached behind her head and removed the gag. “Do you have any major medical problems?”

            “N-no, sir.”

            “Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

            “N-no, sir.”

            “Good girl. Go ahead. Strip for me.”

            He turned back to Angie.

            “Do you have any major medical problems that I should be aware of?”

            “No.”

            He was standing next to her in two strides and backhanded her across the face. The force of the blow almost knocked her to floor.

            “Try again,” he growled. “Do you have any major medical problems that I should be aware of?”

            “No, sir.”

            “Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

            “No, sir.”

            He turned back to watch Jenny strip. She had already removed her shirt, shoes, socks and pants. She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor then reached down and removed her panties.

            “Have you had sex before?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            “Ever given anyone a blowjob?”

            “No, sir.

            “Ever taken it in the ass before?”

            “No, sir.”

            He turned back to Angie.

            “How about you, bitch? Ever taken it in the ass before?”

            “No – sir.”

            “Ever give a blowjob before?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            “You’ve had sex.”

            “Yes, sir.”

            He looked at the back wall where Carrie was restrained.

            “Have you had sex before?”

            “N-no, sir.”

            “Ever give a blowjob?”

            “N-no, sir.”

            He strode to the back of the room and unhooked her chain from the wall. He led her to the center of the room where he hooked the chain into a ring in the floor.

            “Strip.”

            Carrie started to shake all over, tears flowing freely down her face. She slowly shook her head from side to side.

            “Please…” she whispered.

            “Do it!”

            She raised shaking hands to her waist and pulled her tee-shirt slowly over her head. She kicked her tennis shoes off then reached for the button at the top of her blue jeans. It took her three tries to get it unfastened so she could lower the zipper. She pushed the jeans down her slim legs and gingerly stepped out of them. She glanced up at Danny before she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them to stand totally naked in the center of the room, staring at the floor.

            “Good girl,” Danny crooned. He stepped forward and slowly ran his hands over her trim form. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Just one left to go.”

            “Sir?”

            “Boy-toy still has all of his clothes on. That isn’t fair to all of you, now is it?”

            Carrie stole a quick glance at Matt then turned her gaze back to the floor. Her whole body still shook, the tears had never stopped flowing.

            “You’re going to take care of that for me,” Danny told Carrie.

            He took her right hand in his left and led her toward Matt. He pulled her to a stop only inches from the bound man. He put both of her hands on Matt’s chest and held them there.

            “Open his shirt.”

            She looked up at Matt with tear-filled eyes.

            “I’m sorry, Matt,” she whispered as Matt shook his head from side to side.

            Danny cuffed her on the side of the head.

            “I didn’t give you permission to speak to him, bitch.”

            She slowly pulling Matt’s shirt out of his jeans and let it fall around his waist then dropped her hands to her sides waiting for the next order. Danny stepped to a nearby table and brought back a pair of scissors. He quickly cut the shirt up the sides and across the shoulders, letting the front piece fall to the floor. He pulled the back piece from behind Matt and threw it to the floor as well. He then cut down the right pants leg of Matt’s jeans.

            “Hold his pants. I’m not ready for them to fall off just yet,” Danny ordered Carrie.

            She tentatively reached out to Matt’s right side and grasped the ruined pants, holding them over Matt’s body. Danny moved around her and cut down the left side of the jeans. He jerked them from Carrie’s grasp and threw the ruined pants to the floor.

            “He looks good, doesn’t he?” Danny asked Carrie.

            She remained silent, staring at the floor.

            “You can answer honestly. He obviously appreciates the three of you.”

            Danny reached out to take Carrie’s right hand in his left hand. He pressed her hand against Matt’s erection, rubbing her shaking hand up and down her embarrassed friend’s swollen tool.

            “Do you like that?”

            Her only response was a soft whimper.

            “Don’t stop,” he ordered her as he removed his hand from hers.

            He used his scissors to cut Matt’s briefs from his body, letting them fall to the floor between his spread legs. Carrie’s hand still remained in the same position. Still shaking, it now rested directly against Matt’s flesh. He closed his eyes to hide his thrill and shame. When Carrie suddenly cried out Matt’s brown eyes snapped open to see Danny painfully squeezing her left nipple. Matt turned horror filled eyes on Danny.

            “Keep them open, boy.”

            Matt moaned and shook his head. He locked eyes with Carrie. Both exchanged silent apologies with their eyes.

            Danny put his hands on Carrie’s shoulders and put gentle pressure on them, forcing her down.

            “On your knees, bitch.”

            She silently knelt in front Matt without removing her hands from his crotch. Once she was on her knees Danny grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, wrapping it tightly around his fingers and pulled harshly back. Matt shook his head from side to side knowing what Danny planned. Carrie cried out in pain and Danny shoved her head forward, forcing her mouth over Matt’s erection, drawing a low moan from Matt.

            “Keep your hands and mouth on him until I tell you that you can move,” Danny ordered as he stepped away from Carrie and moved to stand next to Matt. He ran his hand through Matt’s light brown hair. “Does she feel good, boy?”

            Matt stiffened but made no sound. Danny reached down and cuffed Carrie on the side of the head.

            “He isn’t enjoying it, bitch. Suck him. Make him feel it, give him a good time.”

            Carrie whined and sniffled but obeyed Danny’s orders. He kept his hand in Matt’s hair, his fingers playing with it.

            “That feel better?” he crooned to Matt.

            Matt still remained stiff and silent.

            “Answer me, boy, or she’ll be the one to pay.” Danny warned. “Feel good?”

            Matt grunted around his gag.

            “Good. Enjoy it.”

            Danny stepped away from the two prisoners and watched them carefully. When he saw Matt’s hips start to shiver he knew the other man was getting close to releasing his load. He didn’t want that to happen, at least not yet, so he stepped forward and grabbed Carrie by the hair, pulling her away.

            “That’s enough, baby.”

            He laughed when he saw Matt’s hips lift automatically, reaching toward Carrie’s parting lips, trying to cum.

            “Not yet, boy,” Danny said with a laugh as he patted Matt’s well muscled stomach. “You only get to cum when I say you can.”

            He led Carrie back to the table in the center of the room where he had set her when he had first removed her gag. He again lifted her onto the table and stared hard at her.

            “Can I trust you to stay there or do I need to cuff you to it?”

            “I’ll stay, sir,” she whispered in response.

            “Good girl,” he said as he slipped his right hand between her legs. He rubbed her pussy for a minute before turning to Angie. “Your turn, slut.”

            He walked to Angie and removed her chain from the ring in the wall. He tugged on the chain, led her to the center of the room and fastened the chain to the ring with Carrie’s. He grabbed her by the left elbow and led her to Matt, forcing her to her knees.

            “Finish him.”

            Mat struggled against his bindings and shouted into his gag. Danny quickly strode to a nearby shelf and removed a violet wand then went back to stand in front of Matt. He turned on the electronic toy and waved it in front of Matt’s terrified eyes.

            “You ever use one of these, boy?”

            Matt shook his head and grunted into the gag. Danny pressed the wand to Matt’s exposed nipple, sending a charge through the bound man’s body, causing him to scream into the gag and strain against his bonds. When it was over Danny stared into Matt’s watery eyes.

            “You argue with me again I’ll use this on Carrie’s pussy. You understand me?”

            Matt nodded urgently.

            “Good.” Danny looked down at Angie. “Get busy, slut.”

            She tentatively reached up and wrapped her fingers around Matt’s still erect dick and gently caressed it. She worked her fingers over it for several seconds before Danny grew impatient. When he started toward her she put her lips around Matt’s tool and started to move her tongue and lips over him. Matt tried to ignore what she was doing, tried to control the feelings raging through his body but nature eventually won out. He knew he was losing the struggle when he felt the familiar tingling sensation start in his groin. His balls felt like they were on fire. He thought they might burst they were so full from his fight. Suddenly, everything exploded and he shot his load into Angie’s mouth. He tried to cry out, to apologize, but the gag blocked his words. Angie tried to pull back but Danny’s hand held her fast.

            “Swallow it, bitch, all of it,” Danny demanded.

            When it was finally over and Matt’s prick relaxed Danny allowed Angie to pull away and sit back on her heels. He patted Matt on his stomach again.

            “Good boy.” He patted Angie on the head. “You just sit right there for a minute, slut. I’ll be right back.”

            He moved back to the table in the center of the room where Carrie waited. She sat in silent shock at what she had just witnessed. Danny slowly ran his hands over her body, feeling all of her and gently pushing her back into a reclining position on the table. He grasped her wrists in his hands and lifted them over her head then cuffed them to each corner of the table. He moved to the other end of the table and grasped her knees, pulling her down the length of the table. He pulled her right leg to the corner of the table and fastened it in a thigh cuff to the corner. He then pulled her left leg to the opposite corner of the table and fastened it in a thigh cuff to that corner, spreading her wide. He turned around to look at Angie’s exposed back.

            “Angie, crawl over here, slut.”

            Angie started to get to her feet but Danny stopped her.

            “Bitch! I said crawl!”

            She leaned forward and got on her hands and knees then crawled forward toward Danny. When she reached his side he grabbed a handful of her hair, jerking her head backwards, forcing her to look up at him.

            “If I have to repeat myself to you one more time, I’ll use that wand on his dick and her pussy. You understand me?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            “Good. Now get up here.”

            He pulled her to her feet by her hair then forced her to lean over Carrie’s prone form. He strapped her wrists down to the table on either side of Carrie and forced her head between Carrie’s legs.

            “Eat her, slut. Make her cum.”

            “N-n-no –”

            He slapped her on the back of the head and forced her face into Carrie’s cunt, strapping her arms to the table as well.

            “Do it, slut.”

            He put the violet wand between Angie’s legs and applied it to her pussy. She screamed and lurched forward into Carrie’s pussy, shaking violently.

            “Don’t make me repeat myself,” Danny warned.

            She slowly started to lick Carrie as Danny wandered to a drawer and removed two items. He returned to stand behind Angie. While she licked and sucked on Carrie, Danny kicked Angie’s legs apart and put his hands on her pussy. He suddenly shoved a large vibrating dildo up Angie’s vagina and another one up her asshole. He strapped them into place and turned them both on high then stepped back to admire his handiwork. He pulled nipple clamps from his pants pocket and walked around Angie to stare down at Carrie. He fitted first one clamp then the other to Carrie’s tits as she cried out. He stepped back from the table and watched them.

            “Okay, slut, don’t stop until I tell you to.”

            When he turned around he saw Matt was growing hard again. He looked up at Matt’s face and smiled. Danny strolled toward Matt, nodding his head as he approached the bound man.

            “You have stamina, don’t you, boy?”

            Matt grunted into his gag.

            “You ever butt fucked anyone, boy?”

            Matt slowly shook his head from side to side.

            “You ever watch anyone butt fuck?”

            Again, Matt shook his head from side to side.

            “Well, now’s your chance, boy,” Danny said with a grin. “You may get to do both.”

            Danny moved to one side of the room and pulled what looked like some kind of tall padded sawhorse from the side of the room to the center just in front of where Matt stood chained to the wall. He then unhooked Jenny’s chain from the wall and led her forward toward the padded sawhorse. He stopped her on one side of the sawhorse, wrapped her chain around the padded sawhorse and fastened it to a leg of the sawhorse on the other side.

            “Bend over it, bitch,” he ordered as he pushed against her upper back.

            She slowly leaned forward, bending over the sawhorse. Danny cuffed her hands to the legs of the sawhorse then forced her legs apart and cuffed her ankles to the legs on the other side of the sawhorse. He stared down at her as he ran his hands over her exposed ass. The sawhorse was tilted so that her head was pulled lower than her butt, lifting her bare ass high into the air. Danny looked over at Matt.

            “Isn’t that a lovely site?”

            Matt moaned into his gag as he shook his head from side to side. Danny dropped his pants to the ground and stepped out of them before stepping up close behind Jenny. His slid his fingers into her pussy and started working her clit. He used her juices to lube up her asshole then stuck his right index finger up her butt. She wiggled and cried out. He soon added a second then a third finger.

            “You’re one tight bitch.”

            He pulled his fingers out and pushed his prick head against her anus. She moaned and wriggled against the intrusion. When he started to push into her ass she screamed and begged him to stop. He grabbed her hips and pushed harder. When he felt her trying to push him back out he clutched her hips in his hands and shoved as hard as he could, ramming his length inside her, drawing more screams from her.

            “God, you’re tight. But it sure as hell feels good.” He looked over at Matt. “You have got to try this. She’s a great butt fuck.”

            Danny started pumping, working his tool in and out. He started with a slow rhythm and worked himself to a faster one. He leaned forward to grasp her tits in his hands, squeezing and pinching her as he drove his prick into her ass. His speed picked up and his hands slid down to hold her hips again.

            “Oh, God, baby. I’m gonna cum,” he cried. “I gotta shoot my load!”

            He suddenly shivered and she felt the warm liquid fill her intestines as he shot his load into her ass. When he was finished he leaned over her and lay against her back until his prick shrank back to its normal size and slid out of her. Then he gave a sinister laugh as he rolled the sawhorse around so her butt was pressed up against Matt’s erection.

            “Your turn, boy.”

            Danny reached between them and guided Matt’s dick into her butt. Matt shook his head from side to side as he sputtered around his gag.

            “Please, not again,” Jenny begged.

            “Enjoy it, boy. She’s one tight bitch.”

            Danny used his hands to hold Matt’s tool and shove it into Jenny’s asshole, pushing against the sawhorse as he guided Matt’s prick inside Jenny, forcing it in from both pressure on it and on Jenny. When he was satisfied that Matt was inside Jenny, he looked up at Matt’s face and confirmed it. He knew from the look on Matt’s face that the other man’s prick was lodged firmly inside the bitched strapped to the padded horse.

            “Ride her good, boy.”

            Danny moved around so he could reach under the horse and finger Jenny’s pussy. He pinched and pulled on her clit causing her to wriggle against Matt. Finally, they both involuntarily started to climax and worked together to reach it. Danny removed his hands from Jenny’s pussy and stood back to watch. He quickly grabbed his video camera and turned it on the couple being forced to butt fuck. They finally climaxed together, Matt crying out around his gag and Jenny screaming freely, drawing a deep laugh from Danny. He turned the video camera on the two girls bound to the table just in time to catch their climax. He turned the camera off and set it aside, laughing.

            “Damn, this is going to be so much fun.”

            He pulled the horse away from Matt, his dick now hanging limply. He positioned it so Jenny was facing Matt. He then walked around her to stand next to Matt. He reached out and took Matt’s prick in his hand.

            “We’re going to have to do something about this, boy. I wasn’t expecting you so I’m going to have to order some new toys just for you.” He patted Matt on the stomach again. “Good boy.”

            He walked back to the table and freed Angie from between Carrie’s legs. He pulled her back to Matt and shoved her to her knees.

            “Lick him clean.”

            She silently obeyed him.

            “Good slut.”

            He then freed Jenny from the horse and re-chained her to the wall she had been bound to before. He returned to Matt and Angie and pulled her from him.

            “That’s enough. Now lick me clean.”

            She turned and licked Danny’s dick. Once he was satisfied he pulled her chain and forced her back to the wall she had been chained to earlier. He fastened the chain to a ring low on the wall so that she had to stoop or sit on her knees and returned to Carrie.

            “Now, bitch, you’ll see what it’s like to be with a real man.”

            He stripped off his shirt and moved between her still-bound legs. He leaned forward to grasp her tits in his hands. He started to massage her breasts as he pushed his prick against her pussy. He leaned down long enough to cover her right boob with his mouth, sucking loudly. He inserted his prick into her vagina and started to push as he worked his hands over her body, paying particular attention to her tits. He shoved his dick in up to his balls, ignoring her screams when he broke through her hymen then started to shove in and out, working up his rhythm.

            “God, baby, you’re soooo good,” he crooned to her. “I’m gonna cum!”

            He suddenly shot his load into her and slumped forward. He lay against her prone form until he caught his breath and his prick returned to its normal size, sliding from her wet pussy. He kissed her hard, forcing her lips apart and slipping his tongue into her mouth. He let his tongue explore her teeth, tongue and throat for several seconds before finally pulling back to stare down at her.

            “So far, baby, you’re my favorite. You’re good, sweetheart.”

            He stroked her face as he stood up and let his hands trail down her shaking body. He slowly uncuffed her from the table and used her chain as a leash to lead her to the back wall and fastened her chain to the wall.

            “I think that’s enough for now. We’ll play some more later. Before I leave you for the night does anyone need to use the bathroom?” When he received no answer he added, “This will be your last chance before morning.”

            They all remained silent.

            “Fine. Have a good night, slaves.”

            He turned away from them with a broad smile on his face. He gathered their scattered clothing in separate small trash bags then disappeared from the room. They heard a door close and a lock turn then silence. Carrie crumpled to the ground in tears as Angie started pulling at the chain connected to the loop in the wall.

            “Goddamn bastard. He can’t do this to us.” Angie grumbled and swore as she tried to find a way to break free from the chain.

            Jenny walked to the end of her chain and moved around the room, trying to see how far into the room she could reach. She quickly realized she could not reach any of the other prisoners. She couldn’t get close enough to any of them to touch them. She looked around the area of the room that she could reach checking out the items on the shelves, carefully avoiding Matt’s eyes. It was obvious the items lying out on the shelves would not be any help in escaping so she started going through the drawers that she could reach. Again, she had no luck in finding anything that would be of any help in escaping. She also realized that he had not left anything within reach that could be used as a weapon.

            “Damn it! We’re trapped. There’s nothing here that we can use. We’re going to have to bide our time and try to find a way out.”

            Angie finally gave up on the chain connecting her to the wall and starting clawing at the belt holding the vibrators in her ass and pussy. It was safely fastened closed with a tiny padlock that refused to open and the belt was fastened too tight to slide off. The vibrators were trapped inside her.

            Carrie curled into a ball and wrapped her arms around her knees. She cried silently to herself, ignoring the others in the room, her body shaking with her sobs. She never noticed Matt’s stare or the tears he shared with her.

Her hand was soft and warm and slightly moist, but she smiled up at me and gave me a good, firm shake back.

“Nice to meet you.”

I nodded my head towards the office, tucked away at the back of the video store, and said, “Why don’t we go have a seat?”

“Okay.”

“Hey, Lindsay!” I gave the girl at the counter, my assistant manager, a yell. “Buzz me if you need me. We’ll be about a half-hour.”

“Sure, boss.”

“After you…”I unlocked the office door and held it open, letting Stephanie go in before me. I gave her a quick appraisal, looking her up and down as she walked by me.

I thought she was kind of cute: short and plump, but in a nice, buxom way. She was dressed casually for the interview, wearing a pale blue fitted blouse that was slightly unbuttoned over a white, silky camisole, light khaki pants that were tight around her hips and a pair of old leather sandals. Her hair was dark brown, thick and glossy and cut short so that the tips curled around and under her ears. She had a sweet, heart-shaped face with prominent, rosy cheeks and a pointed chin, and she wore a little too much makeup for my taste. She had a tendency to peek up with her doe-like eyes when she smiled, making her look a bit like a chubby, mischievous pixie, but the silver crucifix dangling in the deep cleft between her breasts distracted me from that little blemish.

“Welcome to my closet.” I cleared my throat, pried my eyes away from her chest and pointed to a chair. “Have a seat.”

She sat down and crossed her legs, immediately comfortable. Maybe she wasn’t as nervous as I’d assumed. Either that, or my considerable boyish charm and good looks had really worked to loosen her up.

“Thanks,” she said.

Her pant legs slid up when she sat, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her thick, tan, muscular calves. I settled down into my comfy leather chair just opposite her and pretended to search my desk for a pen. I gave her another smile.

“You’re welcome.”

She made a quiet humming sound in her throat and absent-mindedly tugged her blouse down, smoothing it tight over her breasts. She glanced around the room, taking in the big cork bulletin board tacked full of comic strips, work schedules, inventory lists and what-not; piles of old sale invoices, movie magazines and late-lists spilling out of boxes on the floor around my cluttered desk. “You know, a closet might be bigger.”

I actually laughed, and casually flipped through her job application. “Yeah, you might be right.”

My office was tiny, with barely enough room for a desk set up along the back wall, a beat-up metal filing cabinet, and the two chairs we were sitting in. Another door opened into a small storage area with walls of shelves full of movie posters and display boxes. Beyond that was a dimly-lit back room where we kept the safe.

The store itself was shaped like a sideways L, with a large, open floor plan that the owners believed encouraged customer browsing. It was brightly lit with red neon signs, flashing lights and lots of televisions set up like tic-tac-toe boards – always turned on and blaring taped ads for the latest movies and games. In the back of the building there was another storage room, an employee break area and a small warehouse with a dingy bathroom for the staff (and the occasional customer emergency) that was always kept locked.

The adult movies – the porno’s – had a room all their own, with a closed-circuit video surveillance system to monitor the freaks. Lord knows how many idiots we’ve caught on tape jacking off in there.

“So, you want to work for a video store?” I asked.

“M-hm,” she nodded. “Trisha really likes it here. She said you needed someone to take her spot when she leaves.”

Trisha was one of my better employees. She’d worked for me for a little over a year and was leaving for college soon. She’d recommended Stephanie to me. I knew they were friends from high school and swam together on the school swim team.

“I do. I remember when you dropped off your application,” I lied.

The only reason I knew I took her application is that Trisha asked me to. Without Trisha putting in a good word, Stephanie probably would’ve completely faded from my mind.

She beamed. “Really?”

“Yeah. You bet.”

Stephanie’s application indicated that she was a certified lifeguard and had worked the last couple years as a counselor and lifeguard at a Catholic summer camp. She also worked the counter at the camp store, selling the kids cold drinks, popcorn and candy, t-shirts and sweatshirts, that kind of thing. Not all that much different than what she’d be doing for me.

“So tell me about camp.”

She took a deep breath. “Well…”

I watched her while she talked, nodding, scribbling notes on her app, asking a quick question here and there. Normally – sexist as it sounds, I’d try to hire someone a little sexier than Stephanie, because the beautiful people tend to bring in the money. But basically, right now I just needed a warm body and wasn’t feeling too picky. If she could at least make change and carry on a half-way decent conversation, I was probably going to offer her a job.

For the fifty-six minutes we were in the office together, Stephanie showed me everything that a potential employer wants to see from a prospective employee.

I started working here in high-school, took over as assistant manager pretty quickly, and got promoted to running the store full-time after I started film school. It’s a relatively simple job and I make decent money doing basically nothing. I’m about ready to graduate now, and over the last few years I’ve had a lot of employees come through here. I’ve learned that most interviews are awful, some – a few – are better.

Most of my applicants are high school kids looking for an easy summer job or college kids needing some quick part time work. Rarely, someone I interview is really motivated to get a job. Frankly, Stephanie impressed me, and I warmed up to her pretty quickly. She was animated and lively, sharp and funny. She had a habit of blinking once or twice after each question, thinking before she answered.

I liked that.

She liked all kinds of movies and was already familiar with the store, which was great, telling me that Trisha made her help her close up the shop every weekend so she could get out and party earlier.

“Ah.” I said, and made a note of that to put in Trisha’s file. For safety, one of the cardinal rules was that only employees may be in the store before or after store hours. I don’t think Stephanie caught the slip.

Best of all, she was flexible. She still lived at home with her family and was starting school in the fall, part-time at a local community college, so her schedule was open, at least for now. As we wrapped the interview up, I made sure it was okay to call her references and her supervisor from camp, and asked her what size uniform shirt I should order, and what color would she prefer?

“Um, red, for sure. Small?”

“Great. I’ve only got a few other people to talk to this afternoon. Hopefully I can call everyone back by tomorrow.”

“Okay. Thanks for the interview!”

She shook my hand again, and I grinned as she walked back through the store, absently wondering what she’d look like in a bathing suit. I heard her say goodbye to Lindsay, who was busy returning video games, and then the door chimed and she was gone. Lindsay grinned from across the room and gave me a big thumbs up.

“She’s a keeper, huh?” She shouted.

I shrugged.

“We’ll see.”

“You snooze, you lose, boss-man. Hire her yesterday.”

I laughed and started back to the office. “Opinion noted. Okay?”

One of our regulars, an fifty-ish lady named Nancy, was herding her grandkids through the game section with a look of utter frustration plastered on her face. She was trying to get them to make a decision between renting some shoot-‘em-up and a racing game, and she was failing miserably.

Nancy was probably one of the first customers I’d made an effort to connect with when I became manager, although I’m not quite sure why.

Truthfully, I think I was a little smitten with her. She was married to an ex-cop who’d started flipping property after he retired, and now he was always gone, being (in her words) the real estate tycoon. Nancy used to be a nurse. She retired a few years ago to help her daughter take care of her grandkids (the little devils that were now screaming at each other and yanking all our game boxes off the rack. Lindsay looked at me and rolled her eyes. She hated those kids…).

Nancy kind of moped around with this sad-sack complex, that for some strange reason I found extremely sexy. So I made it a point to flirt with her whenever I could. It seemed to make her happy, at least for a minute or two, and once I got her talking, she was actually pretty interesting.

Besides, she had a pair of whopping big tits. I couldn’t resist.

I ignored the screaming demons making a mess out of my store and put on my best smile for her. “Hi, Nance.”

She looked up and brightened immediately. Sometimes I wonder if she comes in now just to see me. She waved back, and then her grandkids started a nice, loud shoving match. Nancy rolled her eyes at me and I took the opportunity to slip back into my office.

Maybe I made her day a little brighter. Sometimes we all just need someone to say hi, let us know we mean something, even if it’s just a grin from some kid at the video store.

Anyway…

I shut the door and plopped back into my chair with a sigh. It was a little quieter in here with the door closed. I hoped Lindsay had a bottle of aspirin at the counter, and then waited for the other applicants to show up. Lindsay escorted the next one back a minute or two after I heard the demons leave.

By the time I kicked the last one out the door – a pale, zit-faced teenager who ignored most of my questions and couldn’t stop talking about his collection of obscure Japanese animation videos that he was busy burning to disc – one copy to watch, one to save, in case of fire or flood or some other cosmically ordained cataclysm – I was grumpy, tired and ready to grab some dinner and call it a night.

Lindsay gave me irritated looks from the counter as I walked them out. She stuck out her tongue and shook her head after each one left.

“Stephanie,” she said. “This is so you don’t forget.” She’d written the name on a sticky note paper, and stuck it to my forehead. “Hire. Her. Now.”

One of our phone lines started ringing.

“Cut it out and answer the phone,” I grumbled.

It was supposed to sound threatening, but Lindsay just grinned and blew me a kiss. I stalked back into my office and peeled the note off my face, and then I just sat there for a bit, staring at my pile of applications and playing with the sticky paper with my fingertips.

Stephanie’s app was right there, at the top of the pile.

I cleaned up the junk on my desk and then called the main office, which had already closed for the day. I left a voice message for the office manager and ordered two small red polo shirts and a nametag for Stephanie.

Then it was time to go.

***

As I left work, I checked my voicemail on my cell phone on the way to my car, a red ’73 VW Superbeetle. A friend of mine named Desiree had left me a message, asking me to stop by when I got off work.

I’d met Desiree under somewhat, uh, kinky circumstances during my senior year of high-school, at a Halloween party thrown by one of my teachers, a transgender named Linda, who I had a brief affair with. Linda moved away to France later that summer, but for some strange reason Desiree and I became, um, well, friendly.

You can read into that whatever you’d like.

Anyway, I rolled back the sunroof and then drove over to her house. Desiree lived in one of the nicer areas of town, in an old Victorian-style house that she was busy fixing up herself. I think the house must’ve set her back more than I’d make in ten years at the video store. It had been confiscated in a drug bust, and when she bought it the whole thing looked ready to fall apart.

It looked pretty good now, I thought. Nicest house on the block.

I parked at the curb and locked the car, then trudged up a steep flight of steps to the front door and rang the bell. I heard a deep bong emanate from somewhere inside, and Desiree opened the door before I could put my arm down, shrieking my name in her husky voice.

“Devin!”

She pinched my cheeks and crushed me to her chest, smothering me with her breasts.

“Baby! Come to momma and give me a kiss, baby. Mm…now, watch the lipstick. I just put it on.”

She wiped a smear of bright red lipstick from my cheek with a fingertip. She held me at arms length and gave me a good once-over, batting her eyes and looking me up and down.

“Mm…Baby, you look good enough to eat. Come on in, honey, make yourself comfy. There’s someone here I want you to meet.”

Desiree’s as beautiful as a large, black transsexual could be, and she’s about as flamboyant as they come. When I first met her at the Halloween party, she was decked out like a flapper from the roaring twenties. I’m a pretty big guy, but she’s taller than I am, around six-six, and she’s got a figure most female porn stars would die for.

She looked great today, with her long, kinky curly hair pulled back in a tight braid, and she was dressed conservatively in a black pinstriped pantsuit and a crème silk blouse buttoned up just to her breasts. She was wearing high-heeled pumps and was even taller than usual. She towered over me.

Desiree and my teacher, Linda, had met working as call girls back in college and hit it off. Desiree was still in the industry. Currently, she owned a sex club called Kings and Queens, and judging by her home, she seemed to be doing pretty well for herself.

“Hey, Swan!” She called out, pulling me down with her onto an over-stuffed, antique velvet sofa. “Company! Devin’s here!”

“Coming!”

She rested a big hand on my thigh and snuggled close enough for me to smell her perfume. A door that led into her kitchen swung open and shut, and Desiree smiled at me again as a tall, reed-thin guy dressed in sweats with a huge, nappy afro walked through the dining room, munching on a bunch of grapes.

Desiree gave my thigh a little squeeze, sending a warm, tingly jolt up to my crotch, and introduced us.

“Dev, this is my nephew, Swan.”

Swan chewed his mouthful of grapes and acknowledged me with a sleepy nod. He sat and slouched down into the chair next to us, threw his leg over one of the chair arms.

“S’up.”

“Hey,” I said, and nodded back, cool as he was. Two could play it like that.

“Swan just graduated from NYU. Didn’t you, sweetie?”

“Yup.”

I blinked. “Film school?”

“Yup.”

This time, I nodded appreciatively. “Wow.”

“He’s going to be staying here for a couple months.” Desiree smiled. “I thought you two might like to get to know each other, since you’re both up and coming directors and what-not.”

“Auntie says you into Zombie flicks, man.”

I laughed. “Yeah. I am.”

“Cool.” He grinned, showing a ton of white teeth, and nodded again. “Who and what.”

It probably sounds crazy, but I knew what he was talking about. Desiree looked mystified.

“Romero. Night of the Living Dead.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?”

I grinned at Desiree. Swan and I both said, “Best movie ever.”

He ate another mouthful of grapes. She shook her head.

“All right. Looks like you two already have a lot in common.” She patted my leg, gave me a kiss and stood up. “I’ve got to head to the club. I’ll see y’all later.”

Desiree bent and kissed Swan.

“Bye, Auntie.”

Desiree grabbed a small clutch and blew us both kisses, then she was gone.

“So. How you know my Auntie?”

I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that.

“We, uh…”

“You sleepin’ with her?”

Hell.

“We…”

“You know that she a he, right?”

“Yeah…”

“You cool with that?”

“Sure.”

He nodded. “Man, the rest o’ my fam’ly don’t even know. It’s the big secret, right?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He scratched his nose. I could just feel the question coming. “So, straight up, man. You two gettin’ nasty?”

I licked my lips.

“We’ve slept together, yeah. But...”

“Damn, man.”

“But…” I interrupted him and kept on going. “…we’ve never had sex. With each other, I mean. There was someone else who…”

“Ah, yeah. I bet I know. Linda?”

Surprise. A little lightbulb popped in my head.

“You know Linda?”

He nodded. “Met her a couple times, when I was a kid. During holidays and shit, when I’d come out to visit Auntie. Always figured they were into some kinky shit.”

“You don’t even know.”

“Prob’ley right about that. Don’t know that I want to, either.” He waved his hand. “So, what is it you do?”

I told him, about work and school.

“I’m just finishing my last short film. Then…I don’t really know what I’m gonna do. I thought about moving to L.A., but…” I shrugged.

“Yeah. Me too. Go be where the action is, an’ all.”

“Yeah.”

He finished his grapes, chewing thoughtfully.

“Thing is, you can make movies wherever these days. Just need the equipment an’ some folks to do the grunt stuff.”

“Sure.”

“I got my own cameras.” He pointed upstairs. “Brought ‘em with me. Some nice digital. Looks as good as film up on screen.”

“I’ve been using a digital camera too.”

“Cool.” He sat up. “When Auntie told me ‘bout y’all, I got this idea. I talked it over with Auntie. She thought I might be onto something, wondered if you’d be into it too.”

“Oh yeah?” I leaned closer, interested. “What’s that?”

“Makin’ our own movies, man. ’Could mean some good money, if we’re lucky.”

I blinked. “Movies?”

“Yeah. You an’ me. We start our own production company, make our own shit.”

“You’re serious about this?”

“Hell yeah.”

I leaned back into the couch. “I don’t know. I mean…”

Swan had been relaxed for our entire conversation, thumping his leg on the side of the chair. But now he spun around so he was facing me.

“Look, bro. Here’s the thing. Auntie said she’d help with our cash flow. She’s loaded, man. I don’t wanna make some crappy indie shit that nobody but some tattooed patchouli smellin’ motherfuckers are gonna see at some outta the way art house theater. We need to get profitable, quick, or we dead in the water.”

That was the truth.

“So?”

“Auntie tells me you’re into some kinky shit.” He raised his eyebrows. “Me too, man. See, I don’t care if you’re fuckin’ her. It’s all cool. I think that’s why she introduced us.”

I didn’t see where this was going, and said so.

“I’m talkin’ about making porno’s.”

I blinked again. He grinned, showing me all those teeth.

“Y’know, dudes and chicks, chicks and chicks. Chicks with dicks. Hell, chicks with fuckin’ goats! Whatever we can get away with.”

“You’re serious?”

“How ‘bout we go get some grub, an’ I’ll let you in on what I come up with so far.”

I thought about it. “There’s a club not to far from here with a bar.”

“Food okay?”

“They make a sloppy gyros.”

“Damn. Okay.”

We both stood up. I shoved my hands in my pockets. “Porn, huh?”

“Yup.” Swan nodded. His afro bobbed back and forth. “An’ the crazier shit, the better.”

He stuck out his hand, and after a second, we shook.

“All right. Sounds cool to me.”

He grinned.

“Right on. Damn, partner. I’m starved. Let’s eat.”

***

I drove. Swan had to rack the seat back as far as it would go and bend himself almost in half, but he managed to squeeze inside the beetle. It was still pretty early, so the club was quiet when we got there. I didn’t see anybody I knew yet either, but the souvlaki joint was packed. We could hear the buzz of conversation from the curb.

Inside, I nodded to the Asian guy working the counter, Chucky. He slapped my hand, and Swan and I each ordered a large lamb souvlaki with veggies and extra feta. We got a couple drinks and found two empty stools at the skinny bar along the back wall.

Between bites of hot, meaty, drippy goodness, we slurped on cold beer and got to know each other, almost shouting to be heard over the music from the blues CD blaring out of the beatbox on the counter.

“I was born and raised in Chicago,” Swan said, licking at a blob of greasy sauce running down his wrist. “My pop left and moved to Brooklyn when I was little, so I spent summers with him, hangin’ out in the city. Auntie’s my mom’s…uh…” He tried to come up with the right word, then just grinned and shrugged. “Well. You know. Her brother. His real name is Shakim.”

“Shakim?” I blinked.

Swan laughed and nodded. “Yup. I think my Gramma wanted him to go into politics, get radical, join the Panthers or somethin’, you know? Mom says she always knew he was gay, even when he was a kid. But nobody but me knows what he’s up to nowadays, what with the titties an’ all.”

“So you’d come here and visit?”

“Mm. Yep. On vacations and whatnot.” He tipped back his beer and washed another bite down. “Mom was okay with that. She and Auntie were close as kids, so she trusts him. My Pop thinks he’s fucked up, but I could give a shit about his opinion. The motherfucker’s been a junkie since he was a kid. I figure, what the hell kind of truth can he show me?”

I noticed that Swan was slowly losing the hip-hop attitude, the longer we talked. Maybe he was getting more comfortable around me. I finished my sandwich, wiped my hands and shrugged.

“I don’t know. My dad’s drinking himself into the ground. I haven’t been able to talk to him about anything for a long time.”

Swan chuckled.

“See? All my old man taught me was to be scared shitless of needles. Maybe that’s enough.” He tipped his beer bottle at me. “You still drink, though?”

“Not usually.”

“Special occasions?”

“Only if it tastes right with whatever I’m eating.”

He studied me, giving me that sleepy took. Then he took another sip and grinned. “The beer does wash the Greek down nice, all right.” He polished off the rest of his bottle and wiped his mouth. “So Auntie says y’all spend the summer together in France?”

“Yeah. We’ve gone the last couple of years. Our…mutual friend lives there.’

“Cool. I’ve been all over the place, myself. Spent six months after high school, bumpin’ around Europe. Spent some time working as a chef at a bread and breakfast in France. Lived in Japan for a few months. That was crazy.” He pointed at the remains of our food. “Greece, too. Hot women, there, man. Whoo!”

“So how long have you had this…idea?”

“About the porn?”

“Yeah.”

Swan stared at the dozens of concert flyers pasted on the wall in front of us. For the first time, he really opened his eyes, and he smiled an easy, slow smile.

“Forever, man. For as long as I can remember.”

We dumped our garbage, and walked out onto the street to the disjointed rumble of music from inside the club. A band doing a sound check. A deep base line rattled the store windows around us, and I heard a muffled voice I recognized, singing through the PA system.

“Hey, you want to meet some friends of mine?”

“Sure.”

ScaryBrotha’s was a converted movie theater that the city had been ready to tear down. Some friends of mine that I’ve known since high school, Dave and Byron, bought it for about a dollar a few years ago and were slowly renovating it into a music venue.

They’d fixed the building up bit by bit, installed a full bar along with the little restaurant, and opened it up to the public about a year ago.

We got in line, but Suzie, the girl working the entry, caught my eye and waved me up. She put everyone else in line on hold; not caring that it pissed everybody off. She flipped open the bottom door to the ticket booth and gave me a hug. The club’s bouncer, a big, scary biker dude named Victor, stood like a rock behind her. He folded his huge arms across his chest, growled like a rabid wolf and glared at us out from under his sunglasses.

I glared back, and they both broke up.

“Dev!” Victor slammed me on the back with a hand the size of a football. “Been a long time since you dropped by, you little motherfucker!”

Suzie was still hugging me, going “bbbbbrrrrrrumsky!” into my chest.

“Just been busy.” I grinned and shrugged. “You know how it is.”

“You here to see K.C.?”

“We just ate next door...”

I pointed to Swan, who was slouching against the brick wall. He looked asleep on his feet. I realized the sleepy-look thing was how he reacted when he was in an uncomfortable situation. Like meeting new people.

“…and we heard some of the sound check.”

“Yah. I can smell. Here, c’mon in. They’ll be starting in a few minutes.”

Suzie let me go and stamped my hand. Swan peeled himself off the wall to follow me in, but Victor stopped him, strong-arming him with a palm to his chest. There was a hollow thump, and Swan grunted.

“Hey man,” Victor tried to peer into Swans’ heavy-lidded eyes. “You high or something?” He glanced at me. “You know we don’t let in anybody who’s fucked up. It’s bad for business.”

They were almost the same height, but Victor outweighed Swan by probably two hundred pounds of pure, lean, vicious-dog style muscle. Swan was so skinny; Victor’s hand covered most of his chest.

“No, he’s…”

I got that far, before Swan casually grabbed one of Victor’s fingers and twisted. There was a loud pop, and then Victor bent double, shrieking like a girl.

“Oww! Hey! Leggo!”

Swan let go. Just that fast. But his eyes were open now, and gleaming. Victor was holding the finger Swan had tweaked. It was bent at a bad angle.

“Sorry man. I don’t like people touching me.”

“No shit.” Suzie stared at him in amazement. The crowd around us was suddenly really quiet.

“Here, let me fix that.”

Victor looked like he wanted to run and hide as Swan reached for him.

“Serious, man. It’s just dislocated. We can pop it right back, no problem.”

Another loud pop. I saw Victor wince, and then he sighed, held his hand in front of his face and wiggled his fingers. Swan stepped back.

“There. All fixed.”

“Goddamn.” He flexed his hand again, and finally grinned at Swan. “Get your ass inside, before I call the cops.”

Suzie stamped Swan, and I heard Victor muttering something about those damn kids as we disappeared through the doors.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Swan said, following me through the growing crowd of pierced hipsters. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

What could I say? “Okay.”

“Seriously. I just reacted, you know?”

I nodded again. “Okay.”

“I just freaked you out, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. A little.”

“Shit. I was just tryin’ to keep a low profile.”

“Right.”

“Auntie taught me all that stuff. She used to be really into martial arts. Thought I’d need to know how to protect myself, you know? With my pop leavin’ me alone in a fuckin’ crack house all the time.” His lip turned up in a snarl. “She was right. Knowin’ the shit helped. If the homie’s knew you were like Bruce Lee, they didn’t fuck with you as much. Got respect the first time I kicked somebody’s ass.”

“Well, I think you made an impression.”

“Aw, fuck.”

We turned and stepped into the main floor of the club. There was a bar that ran along the back wall, that served light drinks like coffee and soda, and there were tables that seated three or four people roped off along the side. The stage was down front. Dave and Byron had kept the theater’s original stage, but reinforced it for safety, so the bands could jump around all they wanted. The dressing rooms for the acts were upstairs, along with another, full bar and a balcony for the VIPS; the pretty, important people could hang out and pose while they mingled with the stars, and not rub elbows with us common folk.

I didn’t think we’d find my buddies up there. I was right.

I paused and peered over the sea of heads, bobbing to the canned house music thumping out of the speakers, some reggae. I only had to scan half the room before I saw them. Dave and KC were hanging out with some other folks I knew, all grouped together at the tables down in front, not far from the stage. For some reason, Byron wasn’t around tonight. He was probably out dorking one of his honeys.

I went to school with all of them, KC too: he was a chubby gay white boy with a monster singing voice. Some local music critic recently described his voice as sounding like Etta James soaked with warm honey.

That’s about right, I think.

KC wanted to be a soul diva since he was five, and he started a band with our buddy Porter during college. They called themselves maybe five different things before deciding on the Soul Disciples. Now they’ve been playing clubs around town for a while, attracting bunches of faithful groupies who flock to see them play. Seems like we weren’t the only crowd who missed being able to go out and groove to a real band and not have to deal with gang-bangers and bad rap acts. Like KC says, it’s all about Soul.

They’ve been rewarded by finally attracting some serious label attention.

KC waved when he saw me.

“Dev-Dev!”

He was already sweating, probably from goofing around during the equipment check. He doesn’t hold back when he’s performing, even for the few minutes it probably took the club engineer to check the lights and the sound. By the end of a show, he’s usually guzzling pitchers of warm lemon water to help ease his throat.

The band hoped he could keep his voice until they cut their demo.

I just hoped he didn’t have a heart attack on stage.

I kind of half-turned to Swan, who was taking everything in, squinting in the black light and checking out the murals painted on the wall and the ceilings. Dave had them commissioned from a bunch of starving local artists, in exchange for VIP passes to the club. There were probably a few of them hanging out upstairs now.

“Damn. Some of this shit is pretty good.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Damn,” he said again. “I’d pay just to look at some of this stuff.”

Suddenly, I wanted to warn him about my sex life, which was full of sensitive information my friends just didn’t need to know. “Hey, Swan, I just want you to make sure that…well, most of my friends know that I screwed one of our high school teachers, okay? But they don’t know anything about Desiree, or…”

He grinned. “You mean you’ve never brought my Auntie here on a date?”

I shook my head.

“Alright, then. I got it. Don’t bring up the chicks with dicks thing. Right?”

“Right.”

“What about the business? They got anything against us being entrepreneurs?”

“I think they’ll be okay with that.”

“Cool.”

So I made another set of introductions, this time with no dislocated fingers. Swan and Dave hit it off right away. Dave was originally from back east too, and he’d gone to art school in New York for a year before transferring back here. We made small talk for awhile, then KC and Porter had to go to work.

The band started off with a nice, slow groove, the same song they used for the sound check. Dave ordered us a round of drinks on the house, and then folks around us started dancing. Swan drank and bobbed his head. His eyes were wide open. I think he was enjoying himself.

Dave knew Suzie had a crush on me, so he got some other employee to give her a break. She wandered in to check out the music. Dave waved her over and she sat next to me. I ordered her a beer, and we spent the rest of the night drinking and necking, then eventually we were groping each other on the dance floor.

I remember Swan calling it a night, late into the band’s second set. He patted my shoulder and left with some girl who Suzie knew, named T.J. He checked Suzie out as she was grinding her ass into me.

He winked and made a ‘mm-mm!’ sound, then T.J. was pulling him out the door.

The band finished up not too long after that, and the bartender shouted for last call around two a.m. And that’s when Suzie pulled me out of the club and dragged me back to her place for a nightcap.

I’d like to say that the sex would start here, for those of you who are wondering when the hell I’m gonna get to it. And it probably would, if I could remember much else after we got to Suzie’s apartment. But I don’t, really. Except that she has a little tattoo of a bug chewing on a leaf on the inside of her left thigh.

Oh, yeah. And her clit’s pierced.

I only remember that because she didn’t warn me. So I cut up my tongue, and it bled like a motherfucker. I could barely eat the next day.

So, with all due apologies, hold onto those boners, or whatever, and I’ll just skip ahead a bit, several Friday nights down the road.

***

Weekends and holidays at the store are a bitch, from a staffing perspective, insofar as it’s generally our busiest time (which is good). But on the other hand, seeing that most of my employee’s tend to be high school kids who all decide they suddenly need Friday night off all at the same time, it’s also the most aggravating.

Especially when you get two of them who are supposed to be working (one of them a freakin’ half-an-hour ago), but they both mysteriously get – cough - cough – sick at exactly the same time. Funny how that works, huh? The frustration’s enough to make a guy want to bomb the movie theaters, or wherever it is teenagers hang out these days. But that wouldn’t work; I’d just have to find some real employees.

Like that’s gonna happen.

So, just as I was slamming the phone down after the second ‘I’m calling in sick (this one actually had his mom do it for him.) phone calls, Stephanie walked through the door with three or four out of control little boys at her heels.

And guess what? She was wearing a swim suit: a tight, red one-piece, with a fluffy, flowery-patterned beach towel wrapped around her hips.

They were all wearing swimming suits. Stephanie’s hair was still damp, hanging in thick wet strands down her back. The kids ran screaming over to the games (No, you say. Not the games. Anything but the games. Dev, remember what happened the last time you told us about kids in the game section? Shit…), and then a couple of things happened at once.

While I was busy grumbling about assholes fucking around with me, Steph (as I’ve come to call her) sauntered over to the counter. She grinned when she saw my face, and I got a big fucking boner when I looked over and saw her big fucking tits packed into her wet, clinging swimsuit.

Thinking quickly, I pushed my crotch into the counter to try and hide my erection, which was, for all intents and purposes, completely impossible as my dick was suddenly trying to rip its way out of my trousers. By rubbing my cock up against the Formica, I just managed to escalate the problem.

So to speak. The wave of horniness that hit me was so intense, I think I actually groaned.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hey Steph.”

Then she made everything worse by running her hands through her hair, combing it back with her fingertips. It looked casual, but thinking back on the gesture, I wonder if she did it on purpose. I’m still not sure.

This time, I know I sighed. But I tried to be cool, to play it casual.

But, you know…

I was having a really, really hard time not staring at her boobs. I could see her nipples, for God’s sake. Every cold little bump. They were right there. Poing! Hard as little pebbles, poking out at me, just-like-that.

JesusChristAlmighty, this was bad.

She’s one of your employees, I thought. Get a fucking grip. I had to come up with something to say, other than telling her how nice her boobies were.

I didn’t get off to a swinging start, conversationally.

“So, uh, you guys go swimming?”

See?

“Yep.” She grinned. “How’d you guess?”

“I think it was the towel.”

I pointed to her belly, and my eyes drifted that way too, and I realized she wasn’t as chubby as maybe I thought. She was thick, but solid. Then my dick throbbed, and I actually got so dizzy I had to cling to the edge of the counter to keep from keeling over.

I took a deep breath, and swallowed hard.

“It’s a nice touch.”

“Thanks.” She shook her hair back and grinned again. “Is everything okay?” She asked. “You looked like you wanted to kill somebody when we came in.”

“Yeah, well. Ben and Norm just called in.”

“Really? So who’s working tonight?”

I shrugged miserably. “Jenny’s due in at four, but she can’t close. That was supposed to be Ben’s shift. I already tried Lindsay, but she’s out of town until tomorrow, so…” I shrugged again. “Looks like I’m pulling a double tonight. I…”

I trailed off. Steph was staring at something behind me, trying not to giggle. It looked like she was blushing. I turned around, looked through the big picture windows into the parking lot. There was a woman sitting in a minivan, grinning at me.

She waved.

I waved back. The woman made a face and pointed frantically at something behind me. I whipped around, and found Steph sticking her tongue out at her.

“Who’s that?” I asked. Steph made another face and tried to blow it off.

“That’s my mom. She just picked me and my brothers up from the pool.” It was Steph’s turn to sigh. “She’s teasing me.”

“About what?”

“Nothing. She’s just being an idiot.”

I glanced over at the gang of kids dripping poolwater around on my floor.

“So…” I looked back at Steph, who was silently mouthing something that looked like ‘shut up’ towards her mom. “Those are all your brothers?”

She stood up a little straighter, caught in the act.

“Oh, no, those are my little brothers.”

I blinked. “You mean…there’s more?”

“Yeah,” She nodded. “I’ve got three older brothers too.”

“Wow. Eight kids?”

“Yeah. It’s a Catholic thing.”

“I see.” I shook my head, amazed. “Must get crazy during dinnertime.”

She laughed. It made her boobs jiggle. I tried to keep my mind on the subject.

“Where do you all sleep?”

She held up two fingers. “Two houses. My older brothers live in a house across the street from where we live.”

“Oh.” I said, and nodded sagely, like everyone I knew had a family of eight kids that lived in multiple dwellings. “That makes sense.”

It was Stephanie that brought the topic back to my staffing predicament. She took me by surprise, and said:

“So, do you need help tonight? I could come in and help close, if you want.”

Wow. Maybe I’ve actually gone and hired one of those real employees I’d wondered about.

“Are you sure? I mean, we won’t be getting out till after two, especially if you want me to show you how to close.”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I don’t really have anything to do.” She tilted her head down and kind of peeked out from under her eyebrows. “I mean, I’d rather make some money then listen to my little brothers fight, you know? I could work tomorrow, too, and Sunday…”

“Okay. Sounds good.”

“Great!” She broke into a huge grin. “Just let me get these guys some movies, and I’ll go home and change…”

“Ah.” I waved a hand. “It’s okay. You could work like that.”

She laughed and went to gather her brothers. “I’ll be back in a little while.”

I wasn’t kidding. I would’ve loved if she’d just hung out in her swimsuit. But then, the way my dick was sucking all of the blood from my head, I’d probably just pass out.

***

Stephanie was as good as her word. Barely half an hour later, her mom pulled back up in the van and dropped her off. Jennifer, my other employee, surprised me and came in early too. I hooked them both up with their jobs for the evening, and then we had a huge rush of business between five and seven o’clock. The girls did a great job, even Stephanie, although she’d only been training a few weeks.

The flood eventually tapered off enough for me to run and grab some dinner at the market we shared the parking lot with. I ordered a sandwich and soup at the deli counter, then just kind of zoned out while the clerk made my food. I was so tired and hungry and spaced out I didn’t even notice Nancy sneaking up on me until she bumped my elbow with hers. She almost tipped me over.

“Hi.” She grinned at me. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I almost didn’t recognize her. She looked…younger than usual, I guess. She was wearing a faded purple denim jacket over a satiny, multi-colored blouse, and a pair of old jeans and sandals. I caught a whiff of perfume, and noticed that she was wearing a nice pearl necklace with matching earrings.

“Hi yourself.”

“Just getting off work?”

I tried to laugh, but it came out like a snort. “Actually, I get to go back after this.”

“Somebody call in sick?”

Another snort. “Sounds like you know what I’m going through.”

She smiled. She was wearing makeup, too. And no glasses…contacts, maybe?

“You just usually aren’t around here this late. And I thought you didn’t live close by…”

“Mm-m. I don’t, really.” I said slowly. My mind was still focused on how good she looked.

Something must’ve showed on my face, because she stepped back and spread her arms, then gave me a funny look.

“Do I have something on me?”

“What?” I realized I was staring, and blinked a couple times. “No. No, you just look…really nice tonight.”

I think I caught her off guard. This time she blinked, then she smiled.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Then there was an awkward silence. A short one, but still…

“So…” I cleared my throat. “What are you up to tonight? Why are you so dressed up?”

I guess it was maybe the wrong thing to ask. Her face kind of fell, and she started to look more like the Nancy I remembered.

“Dan and I were going out to eat.” She heaved a sigh. “But he got called away for the weekend. There was a problem with one of his new fix-ups in Bend. The plumbing burst, or something like that, so he’s driving down for the weekend to try to fix it.”

“Oh.”

“So here I am.” She grinned again and kind of bounced her arms up and down, slapping her hips with the palms of her hands. I think she was trying to be funny, but she just managed to look even sadder. “Alone again, like usual. I thought maybe I’d just find something quick to eat and grab a movie for tonight, instead…”

I really didn’t know what to say to that. I managed a weak, “Sometimes stuff happens, I guess.”

Nancy shrugged, and we had yet another uncomfortable silence. Can you read where this is going? I thought I could too, but I still surprised myself when I opened my big mouth again. We waited together while the clerk rang me up, and then:

“So, he’s going to be gone all weekend?”

“Uh-huh. He thought he’d be back Tuesday or Wednesday.”

Here it goes…

“Well,” I handed the clerk a twenty, took my food and felt the palms of my hands get sweaty. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow…” Nancy repeated, with more surprised blinking. “Um, nothing…”

“You know, I’m off tomorrow, and I don’t have anything planned either. How would you like to go to dinner and catch a movie…?”

For a second I thought she was going to slap me. I really did. But then she smiled again, and the years seemed to just melt away.

“Okay…”

***

I walked back to the store in a daze and was going to head straight into my office and eat, but somebody was calling my name. Swan was waiting at the counter with his sleepy look in place, chatting up Jennifer. Stephanie was busy at one of the computer terminals, checking in returns. She peeked up and gave me one of her little grins.

“What’s goin’ on, brother-man?” Swan grinned, we slapped hands. “Tried to call, but these fine young ladies said you were out eatin’.” He stuffed his hands back into his pockets. “Why you still here, man?”

“Long story.”

“Like that, huh? Some geek call and say they sick, can’t come in an’ shit?”

“Yep.”

“So you gonna be closin’ up shop tonight, huh?”

“Yep.”

He winked at Jen. Stephanie hid another grin. “Sorry, man. That’s bullshit.”

“Yep.”

“Y’all ain’t real talkative when you’re pissed off, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Okay. That’s cool.” He frowned like Al Pacino in Scarface, nodded. “But y’all make me wonder why I even came by, with an attitude like that.” He sniffed the air. “Somethin’ smells good. What’choo got there?”

“Breakfast.” I jerked my head towards my office. “Come on back while I eat.”

“Cool,” he said, and ambled along behind me, looking an awful lot like a skinny, talking tree. He tipped up on his toes and peered back at the counter while I unlocked the door. “You know breakfast was a long time ago, don’t you?” I glared at Swan, trying to melt him into the floor with my super heat ray vision. He just grinned again. “Dev, you got some hotties workin’ for you man.”

I opened the door and he followed me in, walked around the little space looking at movie posters. I opened my bag and dug out my dinner. “You think?”

“Hell, yeah.” He plopped down in the other chair. “Damn that smells good…it’s a lotta food, too. Man, you can’t eat all that. Here, gimme a bite…”

I gave him half of my sandwich, hoping it would shut him up long enough for me to eat. I dug into my soup, and we ate in companionable silence for a minute. Then he piped up again. “You hate this place so much, why don’t you just quit?”

“I can’t do that…”

“Sure you can. Just call up the motherfucker who owns this place, and say ‘I quit’. Or you can send them a nice, typed letter, if you wanna be a sucker about it.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

“I need the money. I’ve got bills…”

“Man, that’s pussy shit. There’s so much other stuff you could do…hell, Dave was tellin’ me he offered you a job doing advertising for the club. Making commercials and whatnot. KC wants you to direct a video…and I’ve seen the design work you did for Auntie…Hell. You’re just wasting time her, man.”

“Swan, all that stuff won’t pay my tuition, or my rent. It helps, but…”

He took a huge bite of sandwich and washed it down with a gulp from my soda. “I’m just sayin’ that you’ve got options. Lord knows I wouldn’t wanna interrupt your cash flow. How else am I gonna bum food off’a you?”

I snorted.

“Man, you don’t have to deal with the shit goin’ on here, if you don’t want to. Besides…you say you want to make movies. Right?”

“Yeah, of course.” I nodded. “I wouldn’t have spent a buttload of money on school if I didn’t.”

“Then why don’t you think spending twelve hour days here is a waste of your time?”

I didn’t have an answer for that. He was right. I sighed and gave him the rest of my soup.

“What, you don’t want that? You full?”

“It’s all yours.”

“Thanks.” He took a slurp. “Mm. That’s good. Hey Dev, you know I’m just fuckin’ with you. Right? I understand about keeping commitments and all that.”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re right. Dave’s been telling me the same thing for years.”

“Wise man, brother Dave.” More slurping. “But you do have some fringe benefits.”

“What’s that.”

He waved his hand towards the door. “Like those girls out there man. They dig you. And that Stephanie girl, she really likes you, you know that?”

I finally laughed. “Right.”

“Seriously, man. I was out there scammin’ on…on…what’s her name?”

“Jennifer?”

“Yeah, yeah. Jennifer. She was tellin’ me about your flaky employees fuckin’ with you, then Stephanie gets all embarrassed and says she’s gonna help you close up tonight. You get that? ‘Help you close up.’ She digs you, man. I can tell. I bet you could fuck her right here on your desk.”

“She works for me. Won’t happen.”

He gave me the Scarface frown again. “H’okay, boss. Whatever.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Hey,” he leaned over, “Why don’t we hook up some of those little video camera’s in here? We can hide ‘em up there in the lights, an’ in the bathrooms and whatnot. That way if you do screw her we can catch it on tape.”

I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. He gave me an innocent shrug.

“What? We’re filmmakers, man. Remember? People are into that spy-cam shit. You think it won’t work?”

“I think it’s a bad idea. You say stuff like that, and I hear the sound of a heavy, barred door slamming closed on a jail cell.”

He laughed and sat back. “Dev, you worry too damn much.”

“Maybe. But I really think I prefer not to go to jail.”

“There are many prisons, Grasshopper. The worst prison is always in the mind.”

“Wow. That’s deep. Get it off a fortune cookie?”

“Hell, yeah. Auntie and I had some smokin’ take out from this little Chinese place by her house. Mm-m.” Swan finished off his half of the sandwich and started eyeing the rest of mine I wrapped a protective arm around the chunk of soggy bread and smacked his hand into the desk.

“Leave it alone. You already ate most of my dinner. How the hell do you eat so much?”

“I thought you said this was breakfast?” I groaned. “Man, you know I’m a growin’ boy. I gotta keep up my strength.” He patted his stomach and backed off, a little. “So…you really gonna be here late?”

“Yeah.”

“Too bad. I was gonna meet T.J. tonight, maybe hang out over at Dave’s place, catch some music.” He slapped a tune out on the desk with his hands. “She’s down with makin’ a movie. I was gonna see if you thought maybe you could hook up with that Suzie girl tonight. Maybe she might wanna be a star too?”

It took a second for that to sink in.

“You’re gonna shoot tonight…with T.J.?”

He grinned. “Oh, yeah. I would’a taped some that night we all met, but I didn’t have a camera with me. She called me a couple days ago and we hooked up. She’s into it man. This is the beginning.”

“Wow.” I sat back in my chair, dumbfounded.

“Yeah. You should come with us, you know, hang out. This could be our first break, man.”

“Wish I could. Next time, sure, but I can’t tonight.”

“All right. I understand.” Swan stood up. “Duty calls, and all that. Hey, you sure about that spy-cam? We could hook one up in the bathroom too…”

“No way.”

He held up his hands. “Right. I won’t push it, then. But try to get hold of Suzie. T.J. says she’s freaky as shit. Getting both those girls together’ll blister my socks and make us rich.”

“I’ll call her this weekend.”

“Right on.”

Then I thought of something. “Hey, guess what?”

“What?”

“I’ve got a date tomorrow.”

“For real?”

I leaned back in my chair, grinning. “Yeah. You wanna make some movies about old chicks?”

“How old?”

“Fifties. She’s a customer. I asked her out when I was over at the store.”

“Really? You gonna fuck her?”

I shrugged. “I’m gonna give it a shot.”

“She know about us?”

I shook my head.

“She married?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah.”

“He know about this?”

“Nooo.”

“Good. You had me sweatin’ there for a sec. Man. I had you all wrong. You do like to live dangerous. So…how you gonna work it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well all right. We’ll play it by ear. So now we got us a couple things on the plate. That’s cool.” Swan opened the door, letting in a rush of cool air. “Okay. I’m outta here. Check you later, baby.” He stepped out, then peeked back in. I could see Stephanie, behind him with her back to the door, bent over and putting away movies. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…”

***

We close late on weekends, at one in the morning. It usually takes about an hour to clean up, close everything down and count out our receipts for the day. Right at one I locked the doors and turned off the lights and the ‘open’ signs, then Stephanie and I got to work. I went over the closing checklist with her, explaining the process and helping her along, step by step.

I emphasized that she needed to be really careful, because she’d be working alone the couple evenings. We’d had people hide in the store before, and I didn’t want anything to happen to her.

She did pretty well, yet again, and we finished with everything but the deposits by twenty to two. We ran the closeout reports and pulled all the till drawers, and went back into the office to count out and go over the nightly paperwork. I sat her down at the desk with the computer and she got busy.

By that time, I’d been at work since nine o’clock that morning, and up since seven. I dragged the other chair around the desk behind Stephanie in case she had any questions, sat down and promptly fell asleep.

I woke up to her nudging my knee.

“Hey, Dev? I don’t know what to do here…?”

I blinked, totally discombobulated, and quickly checked my chin for drool.

All dry.

God, I hoped I hadn’t been snoring.

“Where? I mumbled.

I pushed out of the chair and leaned over her shoulder to have a look.

“Right here…” She pointed and trailed off, staring blankly at some vague space around my jawline. I started blabbing about adding up certain columns when I realized she wasn’t listening to a word I was saying.

“Steph…?”

She was just inches away from me, smiling this sweet little smile. Her head was tilted a little to one side, and she was still staring at me, her eyelids fluttering and her chest heaving, far off in some other world.

We were so close I could have kissed her. I wanted to. I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her close, press my mouth against hers. I wanted to kiss her and nibble her on her ears and lightly run my lips down to the base of her throat. I wanted to watch her eyes close and hear her gasp for breath as I reached down and gently pulled up her shirt and touched her breasts…

One of us moaned, softly. I don’t think it was me.

In that very brief moment, I knew Swan was right, that I could probably do all those nasty things that were running through my head and more. I knew that if I wanted to, I could lift her up and bend her over the table, slowly unbutton her pants and tug them down around her ankles.I knew she’d be soft and warm and wet, that her panties would stick, just a little, as I pulled them down…

But I didn’t.

“Steph…? Are you okay?”

She blinked herself awake, and I saw a slow blush creep up her neck. “Oh. Yeah, I just needed to make sure I was doing this right…”

***

Somehow, we got through our little moment, and finished up just after two in the morning. Stephanie used the phone at the front counter to call for her ride while I got my shit together, and she was still there with the receiver stuck to her ear when I locked the office door. I raised my eyebrow and she gave me a frustrated shrug.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Nobody’s answering.” She hung up and dialed again. “Shit.”

At the front door I flipped off all the lights and got her new set of store keys ready. We stood there in the dark together, waiting. She was starting to look really upset.

“I think they’re all asleep.”

“Do you need a ride?”

“Um…”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Let me try again.”

She dialed. I unshouldered my pack with my computer and cameras and set my gear on the counter. She crossed her arms and tapped a fingernail on her front teeth. I waved at someone returning some DVD’s in our after-hours dropbox.

“Shit. I can’t believe it. They forgot about me.”

“C’mon, Steph.” I picked up my stuff again, and headed for the door. “Let’s go.”

“Really? It’s okay?” She grabbed her bag, a big leather thing that probably had enough space in it for a scooter, if not a small car, and slung it over her shoulder.

“Yeah. Of course it’s okay. It’s the least I can do for offering to help me out this weekend. Here, you need to know this.” I punched in my alarm code. “Got it? You can use that code when you leave tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“You get to lock up.”

I handed her the spare set of keys.

We checked to make sure the store was locked tight, then we crossed the parking lot to my VW. I unlocked the car and tossed my bag behind my seat. Steph slid into the passenger seat and dropped her bag on the floor between her feet.

She was tucking a stray curl of hair behind her ear when I sat down and started the engine. It was still warm out, so I cranked back the sunroof while she looked around at interior of the old car.

“This is…cute.”

I gave her a he-man look and signaled, turning out into the street. “Cute, huh?”

“Yeah.” She grinned.

“Okay, then. Mock my car if you want to. I don’t need to give you a ride, you know.”

“Oo. Sorry. Didn’t mean to offend the big, macho car.”

“It takes insults very personally.”

“I can tell.”

I turned on the stereo. KC’s voice drifted out over the speakers, a copy of an acoustic gig the band dubbed a few months ago. My stomach rumbled, loud enough for Stephanie to hear it, and I realized it had been hours since the little sandwich I’d split with Swan.

She stared at my belly and laughed.

“Hungry?” She asked.

“Oh, yeah.” I glanced over at her. “How about you?”

A small shrug.

“If you want to grab a bite, I know a great place that’s open really late.” My stomach growled again, even louder. “Unless you need to get home right away…”

She was still laughing, and my stomach was still rumbling. “No…I mean, I like to go…”

“Good.” I said. “Because I don’t know if I’d make it home...”

The ‘place’ was a trendy, Cajun style bar and grill called YoMomma’s that was open until at least four a.m. on weekends. They served stuff like alligator jambalaya and spicy mac-and-cheese for the late-night club crowd, and they had killer deserts to go along with a huge selection of booze.

And because there were so few restaurants in town that were still open at this hour, they were always jumpin’. Tonight was no exception. There was a line at the door that stretched a half a block long. Fortunately for us, most of them were probably waiting for a spot in the bar, not the restaurant. I figured we’d only have to wait ten, fifteen minutes.

I parked the car at the curb across the street and killed the engine. Stephanie was looking out her window, at the crowd of hipsters.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Um. I don’t think I can go in there…”

Then remembered something I’d said to Swan earlier, about Stephanie’s age.

“Oh, hey. Don’t worry, I know you’re eighteen, but that’s okay, I know the owner. You’ll be fine, as long as you’re with me.” I winked at her. “And you don’t drink.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess that’s a problem too.”

“What’s wrong?"

She turned away from the sea of black leather, tattoos and body piercings, and glanced down at her red polo work shirt, her khaki Capri pants and her tennis shoes.

“I feel like a dork.”

“Why?” I gave her a critical inspection. She looked good to me. “You look fine.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

I shrugged. “I don’t care if you don’t have a tattoo on your forehead. Nobody here will either.”

Stephanie shook her head at me like I was a complete idiot. I was going to tell her to forget about it, and then she took a deep breath and stripped off her work shirt, right there in the car.

Underneath her shirt she was wearing a lacy, black satin camisole. With no bra.

Basically, instant boner for me.

“There,” she said, and tucked her shirt in her bag.

“Wow.” I think is what I said. I can’t really remember. I was too busy staring at her boobs.

“Okay. This’ll work.” She grinned and opened her door. “Let’s go.”

I scrambled out of the car after her, and she followed me across the street. I started to sweat, cold drops trickling down my sides, and I was wondering why it was suddenly so warm out when I realized that Stephanie was so short, every time I looked down to talk to her, I found myself staring right down between her breasts. Stephanie eyed the crowd some more.

“They’re really crowded.”

“Always.”

I was going to see about a table, but I heard my name called. I half-turned and saw a flash of curly red hair, and someone pounced on me.

Suzie.

“Dev! Hey, baby!”

She drunkenly pushed by Stephanie, threw her arms around my neck and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I could taste the booze. Stephanie went from bright-eyed and happy to looking like she wanted to run and cry, just that fast.

She took a step backwards.

“Suzie…”

I tried to gently disengage myself and failed miserably, so I just took hold of Suzie’s arms and pushed. She stumbled and almost fell. She would have too, if I hadn’t been holding her up. Then two more people disengaged from the line.

Swan and T.J.

They were stuck together at the hip. Swan had a video camera in his free hand, recording the whole scene, and was wiggling his eyebrows at Stephanie and showing me all of his teeth.

“What’s up, baby?” They wobbled over. “We were just leaving. Y’all here for drinks?”

T.J. glared at Stephanie, who had enough gumption to glare right back at her.

“No…we’re just going to grab a bite to eat, then we’re going home.”

“So who’s this?” Apparently not getting the reaction she wanted from Stephanie, T.J. interrupted and turned the glare on me. “Your little sister?”

“Y’all could hang with us.” Swan ignored her. “We were just heading back to T.J.’s to have a little fun…”

I stepped closer to Stephanie and put my hand on her back. I felt her muscles tense underneath the thin satin camisole, but then she relaxed. I rubbed her back in a small circle, enjoying the feel of the material against her skin.

When I realized what I was doing, I dropped my hand like she was on fire and hoped this would all end soon. T.J. glared. Stephanie looked up at me with those big brown eyes, wondering why I stopped.

Swan kept up with the eyebrow wiggles.

T.J was obviously pissed and looked like she was ready to rip off my nipples, but Suzie had forgotten all about me and was already wandering away, hitting up some goof-ball with a twig stuck through his nose for a smoke.

“Oh, God. Suzie!” She shouted. “Goddamnit, knock it off!”

T.J. gave me another look that told me she was willing to make me eat my nards, but took off to babysit her friend, who was now busy groping Twig-boy. We all watched T.J. wobble away in her high heels. She was probably just as drunk as Suzie.

I doubted either of them would remember much in the morning.

I took Stephanie by the hand. Her palm was warm and moist. I thought that maybe she’d pull away from me, but she scooted even closer, brushing up against my hips, and clenched my fingers tight. I sighed and finally answered Swan.

“I don’t think so. Maybe some other time.”

“Cool. All right, then.” Swan noticed our hands, shook the camera. “I’m gonna get us a movie.” He smiled, having to look about four feet down just to see Stephanie’s face, and he actually bowed. His eyes were wide and bloodshot. “Y’all have a good night.”

A few feet away, T.J. was trying to pull Suzie off the sidewalk, where she was flopping around, trying to unbuckle Twig-boys’ belt. T.J. started shouting for Swan to come and help.

“Lovely ladies, huh?” He said, and looked at me, glanced at my hand, knotted in Stephanie’s. “Hey, man…” he nudged me. “Told you.”

Stephanie didn’t notice; she was too busy watching the spectacle going on down the street. But I flipped him off anyway. Swan laughed and went to go gather his girls. I almost felt sorry for him, but I figured he’d made his bed. Then my belly gurgled, and I led Stephanie into the restaurant.

I didn’t see how Swan made out. Or Twig-boy either, for that matter. However, I did see the movie later. And it turned out that I was right: neither of the girls remembered anything later.

Anyway…

Once we got past the crowd, I tried to apologize to Stephanie for the mess she just dealt with outside.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

“That’s okay.”

Stephanie didn’t seem too concerned about the scene she’d just witnessed. She just shrugged, like things like that were supposed to happen when you’re downtown at three in the morning, hanging out with your crazy boss, who you’ve know all of a month.

“So, um…” She looked up at me. “Was that your…girlfriend?”

“Ha.” I said. “No.”

“Oh. Good.”

I gave her a sideways look, wondering what exactly that meant, but she was staring at a huge painting of the last supper, with Christ and his disciples depicted as 70’s era punk rockers, that covered one of the back walls. I couldn’t read what she was thinking from the expression on her face.

“Can I help you?”

A big lesbian with a white tuxedo shirt unbuttoned down to her waist and a pink fish tattooed on her neck took my name and asked if we’d like to eat at the bar. I told her no, and, just like I figured, a few minutes later she had us seated across a table from each other, looking at menus. She never even bothered to ask to see our I.D.

Someone had scribbled the names of all the dishes in overlapping circles on construction paper, so to read the menu you had to turn the page around in your hands. I glanced across at Stephanie, who was fidgeting with her menu and looking around, taking the whole experience in.

The tables were mostly arranged in a series of long benches, like picnic tables, lined up in rows. A few booths for larger groups were scattered next to the windows. A heavy dance beat was thumping out from the bar area in back. A blue cloud of cigarette smoke mixed with the haze emanating from the kitchen grill. Waiters shouted out orders over the noise of the crowd for oyster shooters and carried leftovers back to departing customers wrapped in tinfoil and sculpted into animal shapes. I saw several ducks and lobsters sitting on partially cleared tables. The cooks rang a cowbell with each order up.

It was a little noisy.

Our waiter ambled over, tucked his tie into his apron and squatted down on his haunches next to Stephanie. He was eye-level with her tits. The air-conditioning was on full-blast and her nipples were hard, poking through her camisole. I noticed him sneaking looks while he reached across and pointed out dinner recommendations from her menu.

Stephanie ordered the spicy-mac. I ordered two oyster shooters and a large Creole salad (whatever that is) with grilled rabbit and peppered ‘gator meat, and iced-tea’s for both of us.

Standing up, the waiter took our menus and shouted towards the kitchen. “Two oyster shooters!”

“Two oyster shooters!” The kitchen shouted back, and then he was off to fetch our drinks.

Stephanie was grinning at me, said something I didn’t quite catch.

“What?” I shouted.

We had to lean over the table to hear each other. She bent close, giving me a great view of her boobs.

“I said, ‘oyster shooters’?”

“Yeah. Why? Did you want one?”

“Eww, no.”

“What’s wrong with oyster shooters?”

“They’re all slimy and gross! That’s what’s wrong.”

“Well, yeah, they are all slimy, that’s true. But what’s wrong with that?”

She made a face and stuck out her tongue. It was a cute tongue; tiny and pink. For a second, I imagined sucking on it, and said, “What? You know, there’s lots of good stuff that’s slimy and gross.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think so.”

“Seriously.”

“Like what?” She asked, all innocence. This conversation was starting to go somewhere dangerous, and I knew it.

That’s when our waiter returned with my shooters. He plunked them down in front of me; two tiny cocktail glasses filled with slimy, gross looking things about the size of my ears, drenched in cocktail sauce, butter and lemon juice. He set down a lit candle then stepped back, waved his order book and shouted, “Two oyster shooters! Ladies and gentlemen, if you would direct your attention to my two friends here…!”

Oops. I’d forgotten about this part.

“Folks as we all know, oysters have always been thought to enhance a man’s potency…”

Everyone cheered.

Stephanie’s cheeks turned pink.

“And this fine gentleman is willing to enjoy not just one oyster shooter. Oh, no. He’s willing to guzzle two of nature’s own bounty of love! Let’s all give him a hand and wish this gentleman’s libido long, robust health!”

He stood back a step and began to applaud.

Stephanie looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock.

The applause turned into chants. I picked up one of the glasses and saluted the crowd, then knocked it back. The crowd cheered again.

Wow, that was good.

I pushed the other shooter over to Stephanie, and shouted, “Your turn.”

“Oh, no…” She held her hands out, shook them at the little glass. “No way.”

Our waiter bent over and asked, “What’s her name?”

She was shaking her head. I gave her a wicked look and told him.

“C’mon everybody!” The waiter was pacing, working the crowd. “It looks like our friend Stephanie needs some encouragement!”

The chant started again…

“Go, go, go…”

Stephanie stared at me, then at the grayish-pink chunk stuck to the side of the glass.

“Go, go, go…”

She grinned weakly and picked up the cup. Then she took a deep breath, pinched her nose shut and choked the slippery contents down.

The crowd erupted with applause as she squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed. She made a few more faces and almost turned purple, but when she finally got the whole thing down, she came up for air smacking her lips, her eyes watering.

Our waiter patted her on the shoulder and moved on to torture another table.

“Okay, so it wasn’t too bad,” she said, and guzzled half a glass of water.

“See?” I grinned. “Told you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not eating another one.”

The waiter was heading back our way, loaded down with a tray loaded with plates and drinks.

“That’s okay. Dinner’s here anyway.”

“Why do you like those things?” she asked, while our server plunked down huge bowls of food.

I thought about that for a second, and then decided, what the hell.

Go with the flow.

“Well, see, I’m almost twenty two, you know? I’m getting a little older…” I poured a light, peppery dressing on my veggies and dug into my salad with all the gusto a starving man could muster. “My libido probably needs all the help it can get.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mm-hm,” I mumbled around a mouthful of salad.

She tucked that stray hair behind her ear, peeked up through her bangs and gave me that crooked little smile I was beginning to like so much.

We made small talk for a while, relaxed and enjoyed dinner.

It was during dessert, while we were halfway through two cups of strong coffee and an enormous slice of strawberry cheesecake, that she abruptly looked up and asked, “So…what other slimy, gross things do you like?”

I called for the check.

***

“Do you live around here?”

We were squeezed into my car again, the breeze blowing through the open sunroof, heading back uptown.

“Yeah, my place is just down that way.”

“Oh,” she said, staring out the window.

“Would you…like to come over for a little while?”

The invitation sounded lame, even to me, and I was already kicking myself mentally. But Stephanie rolled her head my way and gave me the smile.

“Okay…”

***

“Well, here we are.”

I unlocked my front door and flipped on the light switch. The lights blinked and then blew out completely. I swore while Stephanie laughed.

“Well,” I sighed. “Come on in.”

I lived in the southeast area of town, not far from school, in a big old house that had been split into three separate dwellings. My apartment took up the entire middle floor of the house and ran in a complete circle, starting from the landing I shared with Sarah, the girl who lived upstairs.

I held my finger to my lips, and pointed to another door up the short flight of steps. “We have to be a little quiet…”

“Okay,” Stephanie whispered back.

My door opened into a front room with lots of floor-to-ceiling windows that I used as my editing room. The rest of the apartment wrapped all the way around, through a living room with a fireplace, a big dining room, a small eating nook and a huge kitchen with a pantry, then into my bedroom and on into the bathroom. I guided Stephanie inside.

“Sit tight. I’ll go hit the breaker.”

“Okay.”

The ground level portion of the house had been converted into a community bike shop back in the seventies, and the aging hippies that ran the place used the stairwell that ran from the basement through the middle of the house, all the way upstairs as a storage room. They often hung out in the shop and worked on their bikes until two or three in the morning, until either I started yelling at them to shut the hell up, or Sarah started hucking shoes at the walls around the stairs. Sarah had an old, orange tabby cat named Barnaby that would stumble around with a contact high from all the pot smoke that wafted up through the air vents in the floors.

Home, sweet home.

I dealt with the lack of heat in the winter, and lots of bugs and the mice in the summer, because I lived smack-dab in the center of everywhere I needed to be. And the apartment was huge, and dirt cheap for the area. It gave me a lot of space, and as beat up as it was, I kind of liked it.

I groped my way into the pantry and flipped the breaker switch, then made a mental note to call the landlord about the problem again. The lights had been blowing out all through the building for the last week or so, and so far, no one had come out to fix it.

“There,” I called out, and followed a dull glow back into the front room.

Stephanie was wandering around looking at some framed black and white photographs on the wall in my front room. They were series of nudes of Linda that I took right after high school, when I thought I wanted to be a photographer or an illustrator, instead of a filmmaker.

“There are really good.”

“Thanks.”

She looked at me. “You took them?”

“Yep.”

She was quiet a second. I stood there next to her, watching her look.

“I like them a lot.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you still…take pictures?”

I shook my head. “Not much, anymore. I’m too busy.”

“Oh.” She sounded almost disappointed. “That’s too bad.”

I gave her a look over my shoulder as she followed me into the living room. I turned on another light, a lamp this time, and held my breath.

No problem. A small miracle, but the wiring held up.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Okay.”

“Tea all right?”

I think she was hoping for something stronger.

“Sure.”

She sat down on the futon sofa; put her bag down on the floor. I’d dropped mine in the front room, next to the door; the same place as always. I poured us each a glass of tea from a pitcher I’d made and left in the refrigerator. I put the pitcher back and peeked down the little hallway that separated the kitchen from my living room.

“I hope you like yours sweet…?” I couldn’t remember how she took her drink at the restaurant.

“Please…”

I could see her from where I stood at the kitchen counter. She was checking out my house, just like I was checking her out. I grabbed our glasses and walked back into the living room.

She smiled up at me from the couch and took her glass with both hands.

“Here you go…”

“Thanks.”

“So…” I took a sip and wondered how to handle this. Having this eighteen year-old girl in my house. This nice, pretty employee of mine, casually sitting on my futon in her underwear, checking out nude pictures of my freaky teacher and drinking my tea and whose parents were home asleep with absolutely no idea where she was…

I just kept thinking, over and over, like there was a little devil sitting on one shoulder: She has huge boobs…

And then, the dorky little angel on my other shoulder would say something like: You know if something happens, you’re gonna lose your job, and her dad’s gonna hunt you down...

Little Devil: Of course somethings gonna happen, you idiot. She’s here in her underwear, well, half in her underwear, anyway. So get it over with. Go ahead and make a move, Slick…

Little Angel: But she’s…chunky. You’ve never liked chunky girls…

Little Devil: She’s not chunky, she’s just…juicy, like a nice, ripe pear, or a plum, or some kind of melon, maybe…

Little Angel: Yeah, okay. Now that you mention it, I can see the pear thing…

“Sooo…” I said, trying to block out the goofy debate going on in my head. “How about a movie?”

“Okay!” She bent over and dug around in her bag. “I got one right before we left work…”

She handed me a DVD case. I plopped the disk in the player without even looking at it, used the remote to turn on my television. I sat down on the floor by her legs with my back propped up against the wood base of the futon. I took another sip of tea, used the glass to cover up the bulge in my crotch, and leaned my head back into the cushions.

Oh, God…

The movie started, and twenty minutes in, I still had no idea what it was about. I was too busy trying to watch Stephanie’s reflection in the TV screen. I heard her yawn, and the futon creaked as she curled up behind me.

The clock on the wall told me it was well after four in the morning. I watched people moving around in the movie, talking and doing whatever the script had them do, but I wasn’t paying any attention at all to what was going on. I could hear her breathing, slow and regular, and I could feel it on the back of my neck.

I turned to find her lying down with her head pillowed on her hands. Once again, her lips were just inches away from mine. She was wide awake, and she was staring at me again.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Sleepy?” I asked.

“A little,” she nodded.

“Do you want to finish the movie?”

“Not really.”

I set my empty glass on the scuffed wood floor and pushed it out of the way, then I propped an arm on the edge of the futon and twisted until I could see her without having to crank my neck. We ended up even closer than before. Her breathing changed, sped up subtly, but I noticed. She licked her lips.

“So…did you sleep with whoever that was? In the pictures?”

I hesitated a second before answering, then I nodded. “Yeah. I did.”

“Who was she?”

I felt a slow smile spread across my face.

“My high school French teacher.”

She laughed.

“I’m serious.”

“No way.”

“Okay, don’t believe me.”

“Really?” Stephanie lifted her head a bit in surprise. “You slept with your teacher?”

Oh, yeah, I thought. If you only knew what I did with my teacher. I managed another smug grin. She shook her head and relaxed again, squirming to get comfy. That stray wisp of hair spread across her cheek. I reflexively reached over and tucked it behind her ear, brushed her cheek lightly with my fingertips. Her skin was warm and soft.

She caught her breath and closed her eyes.

I guess I’d made my move. In the back of my head, the Little Devil, Little Angel assholes kicked their running commentary into overdrive.

I took a deep breath myself, and started playing with her hair. It was thick and straight and soft as silk. I smoothed her hair down, away from her face, using the tips of my fingers like a comb, and toyed with a small, silver hoop earring that dangled from her earlobe.

Stephanie sighed, and her eyes fluttered open. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, and her high cheekbones had turned a rosy shade of pink.

The Little Devil was screaming at me.

Kiss her, dammit…

And then,

No no no, wait a minute, don’t do anything…

I told the annoying Little Angel to go to hell and followed directions…

Our lips touched, and Stephanie moaned softly, the sound emanating from deep in her throat. Her mouth parted slightly, and her little tongue flicked into mine. I slipped my hand around the back of her neck and scooted closer, and she turned onto her side.

I felt a hand lightly touch my chest, then another, and then she wrapped her arms tight around my neck and pulled me close. We kissed for a bit, and I let the hand that was stroking her hair drift down her neck and over her shoulder, down her back. She moaned again and kissed me harder.

I pushed her the rest of the way over and rested the flat of my hand on her hip, ran my palm slowly up along the side of her belly, again enjoying the feel of her skin under the smooth satin of her camisole. She moaned again and was panting hard when I slipped my hand over her breast and gave it a nice, gentle squeeze. .

“Oh, God…” she whispered.

Stephanie’s eyes flew open. She stopped breathing, her back arched and her whole body jerked up hard, shoving her breast into the palm of my hand. She pushed at my shoulders and her body trembled underneath me.

I froze solid, hoping I just hadn’t made a horrible mistake. Her nipple, hard as a little pebble, tickled the palm of my hand.

And then she relaxed, collapsing back onto the cushions, and almost growled.

“You okay…?” I whispered.

She nodded, and then hooked my neck with her arms again and pulled me back down. My legs were falling asleep, and I had to shift to a more comfortable position. Not as easy as it looks in the movies, to twist around and smoothly keep kissing. Our teeth clicked together.

I had to pull away a little and stretch my aching legs. Stephanie was squirming a little, her legs sawing back and forth against each other.

“Come up here with me…”

I raised my eyebrows. She pulled at my shirt and licked her lips, then scooched back as far as she could, but I shook my head.

“There’s not enough room…”

“Please…”

I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her down onto the floor, right on top of me. She giggled and pulled the throw pillows off the couch with her. We thrashed around on my oriental rug for a bit, until I hooked a leg over one of hers and rolled halfway on top of her. I ran my finger lightly down the side of her face, back down her neck. I hooked the thin strap of her camisole under my finger and gave her a quizzical look.

“It’s all right…I want you to…” she breathed.

I wasn’t sure if that made it okay, but I pulled the strap down over her shoulder anyway. The thin material slipped over the top of her breast and then down to her belly.

I smiled. There it was. A big, firm, real live boob.

Finally.

Stephanie was breathing hard now. I smiled reassuringly and kissed her gently on the lips and cupped her breast with the palm of my hand, squeezing, tickling the tip of her nipple with my thumb. I kissed her cheeks and her forehead, and then trailed my lips to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe.

She hissed with pleasure and her back arched again, driving her thigh into my groin. I ran my tongue down her neck, nipped at her collarbone, and I slowly inched my way down even further. She was wiggling all over now. She had her fingers tangled in my hair, and she cried out softly with every inch my lips traveled.

I squeezed her breast hard, evoking a breathy sigh, and gently, lightly nipped the pink little rosebud crowning her tit, feeling the rubbery flesh between my teeth. I took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, making her gasp and pull me even closer.

“Oh, God…”

I raised my head a bit, keeping her nipple between my teeth, stretching her breast, and then let go, letting it plop down. I kissed and sucked and pulled the other strap down until her camisole was bunched around her waist and I had both of her breasts free in my hands. She was twisting underneath me; pulling my face hard into her chest and rubbing my crotch with her leg.

Her little cries were coming louder now, and my Little Devil decided it was time to make yet another move.

I slipped my right hand under the hem of her camisole and tickled her belly. She moaned and pushed closer against me. I found the top button of her pants and yanked until the button popped. I pulled and was rewarded by the unmistakable sound of her zipper coming undone.

I casually kept sucking on her tits and gently slipped my hand down into the crotch of her pants. I was moving as slowly as I could, trying to feel my way along, not knowing how far she’d let me go.

It was a tight fit, so I used my leg to help pull her pants down a little. Then I let myself explore a bit, dividing my attention between the huge pair of nice, firm boobs up by my mouth, and the warm, moist coochie down at my fingertips.

She was wearing a lacy pair of panties. I slipped my fingers under the elastic band and tickled my way down, past the thatch of soft, curly pubic hair. She gasped again, and I froze, waiting. She didn’t try to slap my hand away like I’d half expected; instead, she pulled me back up by the hair and planted her lips back on mine.

“Mm-mmm…”

Her panties were wet already, and I went back to work while we kissed. I found her pussy, nice and slick, and her little nub. I lightly tickled her clit, rubbing it with my finger, and Stephanie went crazy underneath me.

She cried out and pushed my face against her neck, squirming as I slipped a finger inside her…

“Oh, God…Yeah…”

Her back arched again, and it gave me a little better access. I slid the first joint of another finger into her, and her entire body stiffened and started trembling. She clutched at me with her arms, running her hands over my hair, over and over.

“Oh…oh…”

I took my time, fingering her. She was so tight…

And then she stopped breathing again. She had my head pressed tightly against her chest, and I could hear her heart racing. Suddenly, I felt a tiny gush of moisture, and my hand was soaked from the fingers up.

“Okay,” I said, and stood up. “That’s it.”

She up at me, shocked. “W-what? Did I do something wrong…?”

I laughed and shook my head. I was so horny I felt light-headed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just not going to do this here on the floor.”

Stephanie nodded and picked herself up, scooting back onto her elbows.

“Okay. I mean…”

I could see the disappointment in her eyes. For a split-second, I wondered if she’d been in this situation – or one like it – before.

“…I understand if you don’t want to…”

She started to pull up the straps to her cami. I shook my head again.

“Hey, quit that.”

She stopped and looked up at me.

“What…?”

I bent over and gently pulled her hands away. “Leave those alone. I worked all night for that view.”

Her eyes flashed and she gave me that grin. I smiled and reached for her, and then I picked her up and carried her, giggling, into the bedroom.

***

I dropped her, laughing, onto my futon (yes, I have one in my bedroom too. It’s got a nice, thick mattress and rumpled sheets. The one in the living room is way too beat up to really sleep on.). She bounced around, getting comfy.

Then I pushed her flat on her back.

I grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs up, and then I ripped her pants off and tossed them on the floor. Her legs flumped back onto the bed, and I yanked off my shirt.

Now we were both breathing hard.

She braced herself up on her elbows and watched me strip. I dropped my pants, kicked them off into the corner with my shoes. I followed those with my socks, and suddenly I was standing there naked except for my underpants.

Stephanie watched me slip those off with wide eyes, eyes that got even wider when I stood back up and that Little Devil (who wasn’t quite so little anymore) sprung out at full attention. She licked her lips and then glanced up at me. I think she smiled for a second, and then her eyes traveled back down to my crotch.

She didn’t move a muscle. She just kept licking her lips, and I thought, okay then, here we go…

I grabbed her by the ankles again and pulled.

“Hey!” She squealed, and slid down to the edge of the bed.

Her panties showed off a lot of her thick, muscular thigh. The panties were cute and sexy and I wanted to tear them off in the worst way you can imagine.

I wrapped her legs around my neck and leaned over, kissing her lightly on the mouth and her breasts. I rolled her camisole up and tongued her belly-button while I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties.

I had her bent at an angle, with her feet pointed up at the ceiling. Her ass was already lifted off the bed, enough that I was able to back off a little and pull her panties over her butt. I slowly rolled them up the length of her thighs.

And lo and behold: I was right again – the panties were so damp they stuck to her crotch before peeling away. I slipped them up over her smooth, muscular calves, and snagged them on her foot before they were off.

“There.” I grinned at her and tossed them onto the bed. “Finally.” Then I paused and had a nice, long look of my own.

She had a thick, trimmed triangle of dark brown pubic hair. Her skin was smooth and soft, with tan lines outlining the shape of her swimsuit. I could see the soft outer lips of her pussy, and I felt my cock throbbing, poking out between her legs. She was still staring at it intently, giving me quick, shy little glances.

“Can…can I touch it?”

I smiled. “Sure.”

She tentatively reached out and cupped my shaft with a soft hand.

“It’s so…so big. And hard…”

I blinked, and tried not to laugh. I thought it might ruin the moment if I did.

She gripped my dick with both hands and stroked me gently. I twitched, and she looked up nervously. “Did that hurt?”

“Oh, no,” I said, and let out a breath. “That just feels really good.”

“It does?”

She looked so earnest, staring up at me with those big brown eyes and my cock clenched in her hands. I smiled again. “Yeah, it does.”

Suddenly, I had to kiss her. Over and over.

I pushed her back on the bed and smothered her with my body; I felt her breasts flatten against my chest, heard her moan as base of my cock slipped up against her pussy, and felt her legs lightly wrap around my waist as she sucked on my tongue. I pushed her arms over her head, pinning her down, and kissed her mouth hard.

“I want you so bad…” She whispered. “Please…”

I started rocking, gently shoving with my hips, lubricating my cock with her pussy juice. She hid her face, burying it against my chest. I rubbed my face in her hair and lifted my hips up, dragging my dick along her pussy. I let my weight push me into her, feeling her pussy lips open and swallow the head of my cock. I heard her gasp, and her legs clamped around my ass, pulling me closer. I was just barely an inch or so inside her, and I wanted more. And then there was a hitch in the works.

I shoved with my hips, driving into her, marveling how tight she was, started moving slowly, pushing harder and harder, working my way deeper inside her. And then she cried out in pain and started bucking underneath me. I felt something tear inside her, and suddenly I slid in another couple inches. Stephanie bit my shoulder hard.

Hard enough to draw blood.

“Hey!”

Stephanie had her eyes squeezed shut tight, and she was crying.

“What’s wrong?” I let go of her wrists and stopped moving. “Did I hurt you?”

She was biting her lip, nodding and shaking her head at the same time.

Then it hit me, the same time she managed to catch her breath enough to let me in on the secret.

“It’s okay…I’m okay…” She cupped my face with her hands and kissed me. A tear trickled out of the corner of her eye, fell down her cheek. “It’s just…you’re…this is my first time, and you’re so big…”

The Little Angel popped up on the headboard of the bedframe, waggling a tiny finger at me. I could hear the lecture already…

See? I told you so, you big, dumb jerk. You should’ve known better. This is what happens when you take advantage of a sweet little teenager. She’s a flippin’ virgin, for God sakes. So you take her home and pork her? And what about a condom? Huh? You didn’t even think of that, did you, now that you’ve got half your dick buried in her pussy?

Oy.

I closed my eyes and tried to tune him out again. Stephanie was petting me, still giving me little, quick kisses all over my face while she explained.

“…it just…hurt a little. But I’m okay…”

I thought maybe I could give her an easy way out. “Steph, maybe we should just stop…”

“No!” She wrapped her arms around me and held me like she was afraid I’d just get up and walk out of the apartment. “I mean, just go slow, okay? Like you were?”

“Steph…” I thought about my sexual history, and gritted my teeth. “I don’t have any condoms. I don’t want you to…”

“I won’t get pregnant. I’m on the pill. Devin, it’s okay. Really. I don’t want to stop…please. Will you kiss me some more?”

I’d slowly slipped even further into her, until I was buried inside her. Her stomach muscles were twitching under my belly, and I could feel the walls of her pussy clenching and unclenching around me. She was still crying a little.

I wiped a tear from her cheek and she smiled up at me. She stroked my chest. I grinned back, and the Little Devil popped up and shoved the Little Angel off the bed. He smirked and gave me a big thumbs up, and then he disappeared in a tiny poof of smoke.

Good riddance.

Stephanie was frantically kissing me again. I heard birds chirping outside, and the first rays of sunshine were just creeping under the bamboo blinds covering my windows.

I smoothed her hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes.

“Please, she whispered. “Please…”

Oh, well. In for a penny, in for a pound, is what someone used to say. I guess sleep would have to wait for a while longer. I rolled over and pulled with me. The breath went out of her in a whoosh as she settled on top of me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pushed myself all the way into her. She braced her hands on my chest and leaned over a little.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s try this again.”

***

We took it slow and easy. I let Stephanie experiment, do whatever she wanted to, really, and in the end, everything seemed to work out just fine. Eventually, she cried out and collapsed on my chest. Afterwards, I managed to stay awake long enough to realize that we’d actually climaxed together.

Amazing.

I woke up a little after noon on Saturday, flat on my back with Stephanie asleep on top of me, with her head pillowed on my chest, and her hand tucked under her chin. We were in exactly the same position we finished in the night before. My cock was still wedged into her pussy, rock hard, ready to go.

Maybe later, I told myself.

I watched her sleep for a little while before the pressure of her hips pushing on my bladder forced me to move. I tried to disengage and shift out from under her as gently and slowly as I could, and managed to slip off the bed without waking her up. There was a nice big wet spot where I’d been sleeping, a little bit of it stained slightly pink.

Stephanie groaned and rolled over, snuggling my pillow. It was going to be a hot day. The temperature in my apartment was already heating up. She was perspiring, and I felt sticky and smelly myself.

I covered her with the sheet and caressed her shoulder. She mumbled something that sounded like ‘I love pumpkins’, and curled up into a tight ball under the covers. I turned on the air conditioner to a low rumble and padded into the bathroom. I relieved myself with a hearty sigh, sending a steady stream into the toilet for what seemed like about a half an hour, and then took a cool shower.

She was still dead asleep when I got out, so I dressed and went out for a quick run. On my way back, I stopped off at a market a few blocks from my apartment and picked up some stuff for a quick breakfast. Bagels and cream cheese, fruit and two freshly blended berry and banana smoothies.

I walked the rest of the way back, cooled off, and stretched for a few minutes, soaking in the sunshine, talking with the hippies for a while. All the late night noise and bong smoking sessions aside, they were pretty nice people. Eric, one of the younger guys, did most of the mechanical work on my car. He basically kept it running in exchange for my filming a few TV spots for the shop. I thought it was a fair exchange. They were all concerned that they’d made too much noise that morning and kept me up. I guess they’d heard me and Stephanie thumping around upstairs.

I just grinned and assured them everything was cool, that I’d just had company over for the night.

“Really, man?” Eric grinned, flicked his dreadlocks over a really tan shoulder He reeked of pot and patchouli oil and body odor. “A chick?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Cool, dude. You gonna share?”

I think he was serious. “Nope.”

“Bein’ stingy, man. Bummer.”

By the time I called it quits, I was feeling pretty loose; nice and sweaty and relaxed. I picked up my groceries and went inside. Sarah had already picked up the mail and left the house by the time I got back. She’d drawn a smiley face on all my bills and left everything on the little table in the landing. Her cat zoomed past my ankles when I opened the door, and ran off to see Eric.

“Hey, little dude! Just in time for some grub…”

I swept up my mail as I unlocked my door and dumped the envelopes on my desk. I’d sort through all the junk later on. I had better things to do this afternoon than shuffling money around to pay my cable bill.

In the living room, the television was still turned on, and the DVD player was whirring away, repeating the title sequence over and over for the movie we didn’t finish. Wondering what it was, I peeked at the title, and still didn’t know what the damn thing was about. It looked like a chick flick.

I shut everything off, and kept moving. I dropped the bag of food on my kitchen counter, and peeked into my bedroom to see if my houseguest had stirred yet.

Stephanie was still asleep, her thick, curvy body twisted up in the thin sheet, her hair spread out over the pillows. I could hear her soft breathing from where I stood. Lying there with the sun shining through the windows, bathing her in a bright, golden light, the scene reminded me of the subject of a painting, or a photograph.

Or maybe even the beginning shot of a movie. I grinned and snuck back into the kitchen to make breakfast.

***

Stephanie finally stirred when I was cutting the bagels. I heard her yawn, and I turned around. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, stretched her arms out towards the ceiling. The sheet fell into a puddle in her lap. She finished her monster stretch and looked sleepily around with a disoriented look on her pretty face.

She seemed a little panicked, but she looked great; actually, she looked better naked than she did in clothes, I thought. She had an unbelievable hourglass figure, with those great big tits and wide, round hips, and a remarkably tiny waist with just a trace of baby fat. If she kept on swimming, I figured the baby fat would disappear completely in another year or so.

She just was so short, clothes made her look plump; rounder than she really was. I was glad I got to see her like this. I couldn’t help but smile. The Little Devil got a little excited again, too.

She finally saw me and jumped.

“Oh!”

“’Morning, Sleepyhead.” I grinned and walked into the bedroom with the food. “Actually, afternoon, but hey, close enough. It’s only one.”

I sat on the side of the mattress. She scooted over and pulled the sheet up around her chest, tucking it under her armpits, toga-style.

“Morning.” She blinked at me and ran her fingers through her tangled hair. I offered her a smoothie. She stared at the cup a minute. “What’s that?”

“Well, in my language, it’s called ‘a drink’.”

She glared at me.

“Here, I’ll show you…”

I took a big gulp of my smoothie, swallowed and wiggled my eyebrows.

“See?”

She frowned. “It’s not coffee.”

I sighed and picked up a strawberry. “Not a morning person, are we?”

She grunted and took a sip. “Mm. Hey. That’s good.”

“I know. Remember, I’m an old man. I’m chock full of arcane knowledge.” I held out the strawberry. “And this is something I call ‘fruit’.”

She laughed and took a bite. “Mmm…”

Juice ran down her chin. I leaned over and licked it off. She groaned and shivered, and I kissed her once, twice, tasting the sweet berry in her mouth. When we parted, she was smiling again. And I’d unhooked the sheet.

I let it fall back into her lap.

“Remember, I worked hard to get you naked. No sheets.”

“Oh. Right. Okay.” She ate the rest of the strawberry and looked at me. “So what about you? Why do you get to have clothes on?”

“We’ll fix that in a minute. Let’s eat first. I’m starving.”

“You know,” she said around a mouthful of bagel. “This is the second time you’ve fed me. I always thought first dates were never supposed to be food dates.”

“Who said this was a date? I’m just giving you a ride home from work.”

That got a sassy look. “Oh.”

“Speaking of which, shouldn’t you let somebody know you’re all right?”

“It’s okay.” She waved her hand, chewing. “My mom just thinks I’m staying at Trisha’s.”

Oho. A lightbulb went on in the cobwebby space I called a brain. I heard echoes of the Little Devil, laughing at me. Had this all been planned? My, my…what a sneaky girl.

“Trisha’s,” I nodded, and took a bite of my bagel. “Right.”

“So, what do you want to do today?”

I chewed thoughtfully. “Well, I thought maybe I’d Roger you roundly some more, before you have to go to work.”

“Okay.” She blushed. “Don’t you have to work tonight?”

“Nope.” I shook my head. “Lindsay opened, and Jennifer’s there to help you tonight. I actually took the weekend off. Last night was just an emergency.”

“Oh.” She looked dejected for a second, but brightened and said, “I could come back after work…?”

“I’m sorry, Steph.” I didn’t want to let her down, but I shook my head. “But I’ve already got plans.”

“Oh.”

She frowned and turned away from me. Her body language killed me.

“Hey, quit that.”

I tipped her chin back towards me.

“We’ve still got a couple hours. Right?”

“Right.”

I set the empty dishes on the floor and pushed her back into bed.

“So,” I murmured, kissing her. I let my hands drift over her belly and snuggled close. “Let’s have some fun while we can.”

***

About an hour later, Stephanie asked if she could use the shower. I dozed off as soon as the water started running, and woke up to find her standing at the foot of the bed, drying her hair with a towel and staring at me with that impish little grin. I glanced down to where she was looking, and surprised to find myself sticking straight up.

“It just does that?” She asked. “Whenever?”

I shrugged. I was tired enough that I really didn’t think I could get it up, but there it was. My penis in all it’s glory.

“Maybe I could call in sick.”

“You…” I groaned and rolled over. “…are going into work, like you said you would. And I’m going to take a shower before I drive you there.”

She frowned, limped over to the edge of the bed and eased herself down.

“Sore?”

“Mm. Yeah, kind of.” She nodded at the messy sheets. “Did I do that?”

“Yep. Pretty much.”

“Eww.”

She made a face and pulled a clean pair of panties and a bra out of her bag.

A-Ha! I thought. The sex conspiracy has been confirmed! I watched her dress for a moment, and then snuck in to take a shower before we had to leave.

Now I just hoped I could be as sneaky.

***

Nancy stared at the clothes in her closet and wondered what the hell she thought she was doing. She had no idea what to wear. What was she thinking when she said she’d go to dinner with this…this kid?

She sighed and shoved the clothes hangers back and forth on the wood rail. It would help if she’d thought to ask where they might be going. Frustrated, she stood with her arms crossed under her breasts, chewing on a fingernail, weighing her options.

Someplace casual, probably.

Maybe the pink dress? It’s pretty. And it would be cool, which would be nice; it’s so hot out…

No…bad choice. Then she’d have to change her underwear again. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was almost five. He was going to be here to pick her up any minute, and she couldn’t even decide on her underwear. Shit.

Why did I have him come here? I could’ve picked someplace for us to meet…God, she thought. I hope he doesn’t think a burger and fries from a drive-through is dinner.

Maybe he won’t show up, and I won’t have to worry about this…

She heard a car pull up outside. The pit of her stomach did a flip-flop.

Oh, no. Not yet. I’m not ready.

The engine died and a door opened and closed. Nancy held her breath, listening to the footfalls patter up her walkway.