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In The End

By: junk_male



Chapter 1

Scott took another drag of his cigarette, sat back and listened to Chester and Mike squabble over why they might be called a boy band.

"I think it's because of my strikingly good looks." Said Chester.

"I think it's because of your strikingly bad looks." Replied Mike. Chester lightly punched Mike in the arm but missed, his punch carried his body off the chair and fell on the floor laughing, knocking Mikes drink out of his hand.

"Woah easy dude, I love you and all but you're just not my type." Giggled Mike as Chester used Mike's and Brad's knee to help himself up off the beer soaked floor. Scott took a sip of his Malibu on the rocks, as the luxury cruise ship bobbed gently on the coast of Hong Kong.

"Lemme try soma dat." Slurred Chester pointing at Scott's glass.

"What did you say?" Said Scott astounded. He wasn't expecting Chester to go for anything but beer. He had the impression Chester wanted to impress Mike. That he could drink anything else instead of beer.

Scott handed the glass over to Chester and cringed, apprehensive of what might happen if Chester started mixing his drinks. Chester appeared to be ok and then carried on to drink the rest.

"Hey you alcoholic that was mine, you owe me a drink." Shouted Scott as Chester ate the coconut flavoured ice cubes.

Scott suddenly felt very dizzy and ill. He finished his cigarette and excused himself from the group. As he walked away he felt his head explode and his knees buckle underneath him, then he blacked out.

The band watched in horror as the waitresses ran to help him. Someone had already called for the on board doctor as Chester shouted.

Someone please help Scott get a fucking doctor. he screamed. The doctor arrived and co-ordinated the waitresses come trained nurses to help Scott onto a stretcher and into a medical cabin.

"He's still breathing and he still has a pulse but he has a high blood pressure." Said the doctor.

"He's had some alcohol, would that have anything to do with it? And he's bin smoking too. Oh is he going to be alright? What's wrong with him?" shouted Mike as he watched Scott on the bed helplessly.

"I can't tell but his left eye pupil is partially slower reacting compared with his right." He said again

"Well what does that mean?" screamed Chester

"Please try to remain calm sir. What's his name?" He asked

"It's Scott are you deaf?" please help him. He pleaded

"I'm doing the best I can but I am limited to what I can do on the ship, we arrive back in Hong Kong tomorrow afternoon, we'll get security to let you have priority exit which means you can bypass the queuing and get yourself straight to a doctor." Someone nodded their head and ran off.

The next day Scott was awake with a headache, he was given pain killers and was carted off to the nearest hospital.

He was put through an MRI brain scan. All his piercings had to come off including the one on his lip. Chester bit his piercing as they removed each one with some surgical pliers, as if he could feel what Scott was feeling inside, it was like losing a part of you.

Chapter 2

The week before.

It was 8pm and Scott, and the band were on their way to a rock pub called 'the ball and chain' in Kowloon. It was to be the best night in a long time. Scott had not been out for a while due to exams earlier that year and felt that this is the night to get absolutely plastered with his best friend in high school Mike and the rest of the band. Scott wore a very tight sleeveless black top with a large scorpion on the front with baggy trousers and studded wristbands. Chester wore his red tartan trousers and black shoe and a black sleeveless top he wore in his papercut video. Chester had grown out his Mohawk and had shaved it all off for that night.

After a double shot of Malibu on the rocks Scott then went on to have another 4 double shots of Malibu over the course of 2 hours more than he had ever drunk in such a short time and was still going strong. They played Limp bizkit's faith, the mini mosh pit in the pub became very crowded very quickly and Scott being shorter than most of the moshers was getting nudged, elbowed and kicked, Scott was pushed to the floor and strampled on. Mike and Dave punched everyone out of the way to get to Scott and pulled him out.

"You ok dude?" Whispered Mike as he held Scott's bleeding head in his hands.

"Yeah just gota splitting heading, can I have some water please?" Scott asked as a drop of blood trickled down the side of his face. It seeped onto Mike's hands but he didn't seem to mind, but Scott felt it run down and touched it with his finger tips. Scott pulled Mike's warm comforting hands off his face unwillingly and ran to the loos to clean himself up. Chester had dunken himself into a stupor and was unable to move

At 2am everyone was too tired to mosh and wanted to go home,

Back at in the hotel room everyone stunk of cigarettes smoke and alcohol. So everyone went back into their apartments to wash before collapsing in their beds. Mike, Chester and Scott slept in one room. Brad and rob in another and Brad and Dave in their's. After his shower Scott was too tired to walk all the way to the bed so he collapsed on the sofa by the en-suite bathroom door. After Mike had a shower he got dressed and smiled as he watched Scott's chest rise and sink with every breath, slumped on the sofa. He slowly cradled Scott and placed him on the double bed. Chester had to sleep on the sofa bed that night, Mike decided to look after Scott that night. Mike climbed in on the other side and slipped away into a dream land.

Chapter 3

Presently:

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you Scott." Said the doctor as he brought up the results from the scans.

It revealed an egg yolk size mass in the right hemisphere of Scott's brain.

Scott felt himself well up inside and nearly exploded with fear as well as anger and hatred towards the mass. All these emotions could be felt by Chester as he put his hands on Scott's shoulders. Is seemed as if Scott had involuntarily channelled the emotions to Chester. A tear ran down his swollen face.. Scott tried hard to suppress his tears to show that he wasn't scared when really he was petrified that his life was on the line.

"I'm afraid that you're going to have to take it easy for a while. According to this region here." He circles the mass shown on the scans. The doctor went on.

"It appears that there seems to be a bleed in or around the mass. Any strenuous activity could make things worse."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"You must stop doing any exercises you should refrain from going out in this heat too. You should also stop driving. As well as no alcohol or stimulants such as caffeine." Said the doctor.

'Shit.' Scott thought as he felt his heart sink to a new low.

His favourite past times had been taken away from him all because of an egg yolk.

'FUCK.' He cursed under his breath

"That means I wont get to see Mike and Chester in London in 3 weeks time."

"Good thing I already have a tan." Said Scott to Chester and Mike trying to look on the funny side.

Scott was too scared to even walk as they left the doctors office feeling very low and very scared as they new it was very real.

It would have been possible to walk back to the hotel in ten minutes but decided to take the taxi away from the blistering heat.

Chapter 4

The rest of the holiday plans to go shopping and moshing around Hong Kong was cancelled. During the day Scott stayed in his hotel bored out of his mind or surf the net chatting to his friends online. Or listen to mum cry over the phone when he phoned her. At night when the sun was gone, everyone decided it would be good for Scott to let him out instead of keeping him indoors.

It has been a few days since he found out about the mass in his brain, still apprehensive about walking around and sleeping Scott was still laughing with the guys to keep his spirits up. It was easy for him remain positive because he had been doing that his whole life but staying happy at the same time was much harder. He didn't know long it was going to last. Nevertheless he kept himself to himself as he didn't want to appear weak to his best friend. He knew this was mentally unhealthy and wrote in a journal as a way of releasing his emotions rather than to keep it inside.

That night Scott was taken out to a chilled out buffet in a posh hotel. It was an oriental buffet at the harbour plaza. As Scott walked in he could smell the herbs and spices. The limes the coconuts and the curries all delicately blended which wafted up his nostrils fill his insides with hunger. The lads were shown to their seats along with Scott.

Scott was first up to get a plate full of food. There was spicey fish, thai bbq chicken, seafood curries, and meat satays and sushi and desserts.

Scott was also advised by the doctors not to have any spicey foods as this could make him too hot and therefore affecting the blood flow in or around the mass. Scott was already being restricted from being his normal active self and now he has to stop eating his favourite foods. The linkin park song 'crawling' started blaring inside his head.

Crawling in my skin

These wound they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

As the words ran through his head he knew he shouldn't be scared because if he was then the mass in his head would win. Scott thought of its presence as a sort of test, to test if Scott was able to cope with the situation.

There's something inside me

that pulls beneath the surface

consuming confusing

Scott felt his blood boil and his head throb with every heart beat at the thought of the mass inside his head. It felt like it was taking over his life.

Being his usual stubborn self, Scott was determined to get through this unscathed, he was going to pass this test but he still had to be careful.

Snapping out of his anger Scott went on to fetch another 3 helpings of food from the buffet counter during the rest of the evening to help keep his mind of things.

After a filling dinner the gang went for a walk outside onto the pier where the breeze was warm and humid. The view of Hong Kong island and this city lights were beautiful as they twinkled on the sea surface in the moonlight sky.

"I could sit here for hours. I just wish I could enjoy it more." Scott said to Chester as they were leaning on the pier barrier.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon." Said Chester as he put his arms around him.

"Time to go dreamer." Said Mike as he gently pulled Scott away from the barrier.

That night Scott slept more easily believing that things will get better.

Chapter 5

The next day joe started packing his and helped with Scott's bags so he could leave Hong Kong and head back home in England. Linkin Park would have to go back to America to finish their tour.

The holiday was over. Scott was relieved. Although he loved Hong Kong with all his heart he knew he could not stay. Most of his friends were in England and they meant more to him other than his family. He knew that as soon as he was home he'd feel a lot better.

Scott went to see the local doctor for the last time before flying off.

"If you really are flying back to England, let me tell you this. Do not what ever you do tell anyone that you have this mass in your head ok?" He said firmly.

"Why is that?" Scott replied.

"With your condition the captain of the plane would never let you fly until you are well. There is a small chance that you could worsen your condition due to the change in cabin pressure, and it's a risk that the captain will not take."

"Well it's a risk I'm willing to take." Said Scott firmly.

"Good luck to you young man." Said the doctor as he shook Scott by the hand.

"And thank you for your help doctor". Said Scott as he shook his hand back.

Scott and the band were taken to the sir port via taxi they didn't want to attract media attention for Scott's sake, as the excitement would be lethal for Scott.

They all got on the plane as the band could fly to England as a stop over before changing planes to fly back to America.

Chapter 6

As the plane touched London tarmac there was a look of utter relief on Scott's face. He had started to feel an ache in his right leg and suspected it was a minor clot. He jumped out of his seat and started to shake and rub his leg to get rid of the clot. He quickly drank some water to hopeful thin the blood a little to help the blood go round easier.

Getting off the plane was another weight off Scott's shoulders. He felt he could relax more easily after a tense flight, worried that the cabin pressure would make him bleed inside again.

Dad was waiting at the 'arrival' gates. Mum got JJ to push the trolley as she ran to Scott. As she collided into him, Mum burst into tears, evidently relieved to see her son again after this weeks situation. And for the first time ever Scott saw his dad cry. For a week mum had felt helpless knowing that while she was in England her son was on holiday with his friends. But at last she was reunited. And she knew that Scott was in good hands while abroad.

Scott holding back the tears went over to dad and gave him a huge father/son hug.

"You ok son?" Dad asked Scott.

"Yeah getting there. I'm scared dad." Said Scott still hugging.

"We all are but just hang in there, I will do everything it takes to make you better." dad said reassuringly, but Scott could only think of one thing that would make him feel better, his friends the band. Scott hugged everyone and waved before the boys went off to the departure lounge.

As dad drove home Scott thought about going home to his CDs and the music that had kept him going through the years, he did not take any with him to Hong Kong as he thought he'd be too busy to listen to Linkin Park, plus he didn't want his cds to be damaged and anyway spending a holiday with the lads was better than listening to the cds any day.

Chapter 7

A week after the family were reunited Scott was given a bed in hospital. There they were going to keep observations on Scott. Which included more scans.

Upon arrival Scott was lead into a bay within a ward where it had 3 other men occupying the other beds and one empty one, which was meant for him.

Mum and dad stayed for a couple of hours and waited for Scott to get settled in. the nurse came in to do Scott's observations: his blood pressure and temperature was taken.

Later mum and dad left the hospital and Scott was left alone with the tv by his bed.

"What are you ere for?" Said the young lad sleeping opposite Scott.

"I think I have a brain tumour." Said Scott.

"What's your name?" Asked the lad

"It's Scott. You're Byron right?" Scott asked

"Yeah how the hell did you know that?" Byron asked with an almost scared expression on his face.

"It's written on the end of your bed." Smiled Scott as he pointed. Byron laughed. And just then a wave of familiarity washed over Scott. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"So what are you here for?" Asked Scott back.

"I was in the party in the park in Reading and suddenly I got these weird hallucinations and then I blacked out and apparently started fitting." He replied. Scott felt sorry for him. As Byron was confined to his bed due to his condition.

"Really? what caused it?" Asked Scott again.

"Dunno yet they're still trying to find out." Said Byron

"Yeah same here, and until they know exactly what it is they can't do anything." He replied

Scott felt comforted with the fact that he had something in common with a complete stranger. Just like when he visits Linkin Park's message board along with everyone else.

"I'll be dead before they know it." Said Scott jokingly, Byron laughed again.

Byron wasn't bad looking. Late 20's, Short scruffy dark brown hair brown eyes and a smile like marti pellow. Lightly tanned.

Scott chatted and laughed with his new fixation till dinner time at 5.

"Oh my god what have I done to deserve this? if what ever I have doesn't kill me first this definitely would. Hospital food is fucking crap." Giggled Byron.

'He has the same sense of humour as me.' Thought Scott. just then some doctors came in to see Scott.

"Hello Scott, I'm mr blau how are you?" Said the doctor looking like he was on his way to a surgery in his green tunic and trousers.

I'm fine I guess a little bit dizzy but ok. He replied.

"Ok could you take your glasses off for us for a second please?" He asked. Scott did as he was asked. Mr blau shone a bright light from a little torch into his eye and he appeared to be testing Scott's pupil dilation reactions. Then he did the same for the other eye. Scott could see the reflection of his own electric red blood veins.

"They're ok. Could you squeeze my fingers as tightly as possibly please." He asked as he held out his fingers like he was in a western gun dual. Scott squeezed his fingers.

"Woah ok they're fine." Said Mr Blau as he rubbed his fingers.

"That's from play fighting with me mates in America." Said Scott. Mr Blau went on to test Scott for any weaknesses in his limbs.

"Could you push my hands apart? Now push them together. Could you lift your leg up while I push down? Now force it back down while I pull on it. Ok it seems like everything's fine. Oh by the way you have a ct scan tomorrow morning and then you have an angiogram in the afternoon but we'll give you the details tomorrow ok? Enjoy your meal Scott."

'He was very thorough.' Thought Scott as he left. Scott cringed at the plate of sloppy mash potatoes and crunchy peas and soggy carrots. But he was hungry so he ate it anyway.

Byron saw the look on his face and laughed again. They both seemed to click as if they had known each other for ages.

Byron winked at Scott.

"What was that for?" Giggled Scott as he warily spooned his first mouthful of his runny mash.

No reason I just kinda like you I guess. He said rather not shy like. The other two men in the ward stared at Scott like a disease. Scott stuck his tongue out as if he didn't care. Byron giggled again and Scott blushed. Byron flicked his tongue at Scott and pulled his cheesy grin before putting his face down again to eat. Scott shook his head in amazement, he so wanted to know more about this lad. He knew so little about him as he hardly spoke, all he knew was that they had the same sense of humour and that he liked him.

Chapter 8

"I'm afraid I have some good news and some bad news for you Scott." Scott's heart sank and started racing as he prepared himself for the worst.

"Ok bad news first then." Scott said as he took a deep breath.

"The results from the scans have shown that you do in fact have a tumour in the right hemisphere of your brain. Now I have discussed this with dr kerr and have booked an operation for you in 2 weeks. the good news is that the bleeding has stopped and will clear on it's own accord."

"In 2 weeks don't you have anything sooner." Scott said with dismay.

"I'm sorry but we are very busy. We don't want the tumour in your brain as much as you do but there is a waiting list."

For the rest of the day Scott sat on his bed. Byron had been allowed out of bed today and came over to comfort Scott, which made him feel a bit better.

Scott's mother and father came to visit that evening after dinner and Scott told them the news. Rachel broke down again and cried on dad's shoulders. Scott felt helpless. He couldn't do a thing to rid himself of the tumour and to wait 2 weeks for it to be removed was just ridiculous but there was nothing anyone could do.

Later that evening Scott texted his best friend Drew and told her everything. Drew phoned him as soon as she got the text message and cried over the phone.

"Well is there a chance you're going to be ok?" She cried.

"I dunno yet, I just feel so alone so I don't think I could let myself go yet though, I'm too young to die." Replied Scott bravely.


In The End



My name is Marcus Trey Jackson and I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Boston. I attend Marshall Military Academy, an all-male, four-year nationally accredited private school located in the town of Milton, Massachusetts. The Marshall Military Academy is one of the last all-male colleges in the continent of North America. It was founded in 1890 by James Marshall, a former U.S. Army Colonel. More than a century later, it still remains one of the premiere educational institutions in the country. Why? Because it kept its tradition of single-sex private education in spite of overwhelming pressure from the ignorant bozos of the political correctness crowd out there. 

Personally, I'm glad Marshall Military Academy stays an all-male school. Lots of colleges and universities which went coeducational in the 1960s have gone out of their way to alienate male students on their campuses. You don't have to alienate college men to make college women feel welcome. You cannot replace discrimination with discrimination. Unfortunately, that's what they did. They're all fools. I am happy where I am and I see no need to change. I'm going to get my bachelors of science degree in criminal justice from Marshall Military Academy. Afterwards, I'm heading straight to the Massachusetts State Police Academy to become a Trooper.

Marshall Military Academy currently has three thousand and six hundred students and tries its best to prepare them for life in and beyond college. The school has strong programs in engineering, computing and liberal arts, though it stresses military education. The school has six dorm buildings, each built to house two hundred and fifty students. The majority of students at Marshall Military Academy are commuters. The school is well-known for being an athletic powerhouse. The Marshall Military Academy Department of Athletics sponsors Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Volleyball, Rifle, Rugby, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Bowling, Football, Gymnastics, Track & Field, Wrestling, Golf, Tennis, Squash and Rowing. We compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association's Division Three. We've won numerous awards in Men's Football, Men's Basketball, Men's Baseball, Men's Soccer, Men's Wrestling and Men's Swimming. 

I was having a good time at Marshall Military Academy. Studying criminal justice and playing varsity football. I excel at the quarterback position. I've played linebacker and offensive lineman in high school, though. It's good to know all the positions. It makes me better at the game overall. Marshall Military Academy had a good football team this year. We had taken down Bridgewater State College last week and were feeling pretty damn good. We would face Williams College next, and then Dudley College. They're athletic powerhouses in the Division Three New England Football Conference. People are always bugging me about going to an all-male college. I think single-sex education is superior to all other types. It's preferable. My parents sent me to Boston College High School before I came to Marshall and I had a great time there. I find that men are much more relaxed and easygoing when there are no females around. There are no females at Marshall Military Academy, except of course some of the teachers.

One of the teachers I disliked the most happens to be a female. Her name was Louisa Wilson, a plump, large-breasted and big-bottomed, red-haired white woman. The bitch who always got on my nerves. I set out to teach her a lesson. It's official! There is an evil force residing inside the butt hole of big women. And it can only be vanquished through extensive anal therapy. As many of you might suspect, the only cure for a wicked woman's bitchiness is to fuck her in the ass thoroughly. It's the only way. The bitchiness fills every cell in her body and oozes out of every pore, particularly those of her mouth and eyes. The only way to release some of that toxic bitchiness which fills so many otherwise potentially decent women is to fill their asses with dick. Strange, but true.

As a gentleman sworn to help others in need, I put in my time and did my duty. I knew that Louisa had a thing for the male students, especially the black ones. So, I turned on the charm and showed her a little attention. The bitch fell for it, completely. We flirted nonstop whenever there weren't people around. Oh, yeah. She wanted a piece of my sugar, as they might say. She kept feeling my dick through my pants and ask me how big my black cock was. Like so many females, she had heard about black men having big dicks. Females are such hypocrites, really. They're always saying they don't want to be seen only as sexual objects. Yet to this bitch, all I could ever be is a piece of big black cock. Oh, well. I would make her pay soon enough.

Louisa kept pressuring me for sex. I mean, the broad was whispering all kinds of nasty things into my ears. She said she wanted to suck every last drop of cum out of my big black cock. She wondered aloud if my big black balls would taste like chocolate. She also told me that she hadn't been wearing any panties in order to facilitate her masturbation when we talked on the phone. Hot damn, this bitch was crazy, and seriously horny. I delighted in making her wait. She desperately needed it. But I held back. Females are always doing it to men. Now, I wanted to put the shoe on the other foot and make her see what it was like. She got mad at some point and told me to quit being a tease and give her what she craved. I laughed and told her that she had to ask me nicely, otherwise she'd spend another night alone with her vibrator. She relented. I smiled. Victory would be mine.

We hooked up in a secluded room behind the college campus library. There, we had our fun. I sat on a desk and Louisa knelt before me. She gasped when I unzipped my pants and took out my dick. My twelve inches of long and thick, uncircumcised Black Man Power. I grinned. Females are always surprised when they see the size of my tool. Louisa began sucking on it greedily. In no time, she got me hard as steel. I did something wonderfully naughty. I came all over her face. She was surprised, to say the least. I laughed. That's what she gets for being such a horny bitch.

Afterwards, Louisa wanted me to lick her pussy. I told her that I wasn't into that, but if she was nice, I'd give her a special treat. She was curious and eager. I told her to get on all fours and close her eyes. She did as she was told. I stood behind her, and admired that fat ass of hers. It was so thick and plump. I smiled. Time for this plump white bitch to get fucked in her fat ass. I spread Louisa's butt cheeks wide open, and rubbed my cock against her booty hole. I felt her stiffen. I leaned over and whispered something into her ear. I told her that I was going to fuck her fat ass like it was going out of style. Then, I slammed my cock into Louisa's asshole. The eardrum-shattering scream which erupted from her mouth was to me much sweeter music than a symphony orchestra.

I dug my fingers into the tender flesh of Louisa's hips and pushed my cock into her asshole. I don't know why, but I love fucking big women in the ass. It's not just because their assholes are so damn tight, but because they're so much fun. Also, since Louisa was a really difficult woman afflicted with permanent bitchiness, I was doing her and the universe a favor. Rough anal sex was the only way to cure a potential decent woman afflicted with permanent bitchiness. Her tight asshole is where her anger, her viciousness and her attitude problems reside. It's the hiding place of her issues and her wrongful sense of entitlement. Penetrate that, and all hell is going to break loose. That's exactly what happened.

I began to drill my cock into the forbidden depths of the big white woman's asshole. I fucked her with all the rage that I could muster. Louisa squealed and told me that she thought her fat ass was being split in half. I laughed, and smacked her plump ass. That's good! Gleefully, I rammed my dick into her shit hole. Her asshole felt wonderfully warm and tight. That's a good sign. Her asshole hasn't gotten explored yet. I was the first invader her anal canal had ever seen. Oh, my. I was an anal sex pioneer. I can't tell you how great that felt! It felt so good that I came, sending my cum deep inside of her. Louisa squealed as my hot load flooded her asshole.

A few minutes later, I squeezed my dick out of Louisa's now gaping asshole. What a beautiful sight! Louisa lay on her back, gasping. She had a wild look on her face which curved into a smile. She thanked me for giving her the fuck of the century. I smiled. What's a gentleman to do? We put our clothes back on and left the library. Nobody knew about our little tryst. I returned to my dormitory, thoroughly pleased with myself. I had taught her a lesson. Had I rid the woman of her bitchiness? Over the next couple of days, she walked funny. Her ass was sore. And she smiled more. Yet a week later, she was back to her old self. In the end, my efforts didn't matter. Nothing can cure a woman of her bitchiness. Rough anal sex can only slow it down. Damn! 



In the End



The end had come and it was terrifying. We would later discover that a foreign element had been introduced into the water table, and whatever it was had spreading quickly. Large swaths of the population were either dying or dead by the end of the first day. But that wasn't the worst of it; not at all. The real problems began after, when all of the dead began coming back. 

The number of dead was massive in comparison to the survivors, so much so, that when they began rising up we were completely unprepared and outnumbered.

It was all over the news that morning. By the end of the first day four out of every five people had been infected, and by the following day three out of every four were dead. It was an epidemic, and as a city employee, it was clear what my course of action was; I was to make my way to our offices and wait for instructions from city hall. In times of crises all government employees were required to take on the roll of relief workers.

It took me hours to get downtown. There was a heavy rain out, and the streets were littered with cars and the sick trying to get medical attention. I ended up parking several miles away and traveling the rest of the way on foot. When I got to our offices they were practically empty. All of the other employees were either unable, or unwilling to come in. I went over to my work-station to retrieve my emergency relief kit from under my desk, when I heard a rustling in the back cubicle. I looked over to find, Stephanie, deeply involved in organizing her survival kit. I stood there for a few moments waiting for her to acknowledge me, but she was so focused on the tasks at hand that my arrival had gone completely unnoticed. 

She had put her hair up to make sure that it wouldn't get in the way of all of the work that she would be doing. On the surface I understood the severity of our situation, but still, I couldn't help myself. The emotional roller coaster of the past couple of days left me feeling incredibly vulnerable, and in that moment I was susceptible to all forms of stimuli. Just being around her stirred the primal urges within me. My senses devoured every aspect of her being. 

She had on a thick grey overcoat, the kind that people wore for cold walks in autumn. Lying out in front of her, on the floor, were all of her supplies. She was on her hands and knees taking inventory of her stock; inspecting each item to make sure that everything was in working order. Her ass stuck out into the air, wagging itself in my direction, tempting me, and I couldn't help but stare. The tights she was wearing were so form fitting that she might as well have been pants-less. Watching her I made a mental note of how plump her cheeks looked, and how her ass was compact, cute, and sexy all at the same time. The fact that it was tiny made it seem innocent and adorable, but their fullness made me hungry. I wanted them, and I wanted to do things to them. 

After several minutes she finally came to realize that I had been standing there the whole time, gazing intensely at her. "Oh, hello. How's it going?"

I tried my best to sound casual, "as good as it can be. This is all so crazy, isn't it? An epidemic like this in our life-time. It's so surreal, like something out of the middle ages"

She gave me a bit of a smile. "Yeah, it is...I've been keeping myself busy up here for a couple of hours. Just preparing for the call. They're going to need all the able bodies that they can get, and we need to be ready to move. It's good to see you here, I didn't think anyone else was gonna show up."

At hearing this something clicked inside me. She was so positive, even at it's worst she was such a little trooper; a 4'11" Captain America. "I feel like you're in your natural habitat, you're completely in tune with your survival instincts. I was just gonna sit here and poo on myself." 

She laughed, and our eyes caught each other; we maintained eye contact for a couple of seconds longer than I had been prepared for. I was never very good at reading people, but there was something in her look. I could swear that something was going on in her head. 

"It's good that you have a sense of humor about this whole ordeal. we're going to need it." 

Suddenly there was a huge commotion from the outside. The air was filled with the sound of glass breaking and objects crashing to the ground. Panicked screams came out of the crowds that had gathered in front of our office.

We rushed to the window and saw the impossible, the streets were rapidly filling up with reanimated corpses. We stared in disbelief as they wandered aimlessly looking for anything to eat. That's when I saw something that filled me with dread. A massive crowd entering our building. Our work station's being on the third floor meant that we only had a matter of minutes before they got to us. 

"Grab everything and put it into your backpack. NOW!" I took her hand and lead her to the door. Turning the corner I could hear a loud crash and heavy footsteps. They had gotten past the security doors and were making their way up the stairs. I looked at her for a split second before yelling, "COME THIS WAY!" I pulled her along deeper into the back, and kicked open the door to the fire escape.

We exploded into the rain; running as fast as we could down the wet metal steps. I could hear our heavy panting as we tried to make our way down the stairs without slipping or hurting ourselves. When we reached the bottom we proceeded to head out the back alley, but situated at the opening there were dozens more making their way towards us. There was no way we were going to be able to get around them. 

We turned back towards the building, and entered through another gate that led to the office parking lot. It was the only place that we could go. 

The lot was directly next to the main entrance of the building, and fortunately for us the dead were entirely concerned with entering the facility. Even though the parking lot was completely exposed, what this meant was that we would have the luxury of a little bit of space to maneuver ourselves as long as we didn't draw their attention. I peeked my head around the corner, to survey our surroundings. Going into the street was completely out of the question, our only course of action was to make it to the apartment complex next to the parking lot. There was a low wall and beyond that open balconies that belonged to the condominiums next door. 

I took her hands and looked her in the eyes. Her hair was matted and wet from the rain, and her eyes looked big and focused. "Our only chance is to climb on top of one of the cars in the lot to get over the wall and into one of the condo's from the balcony. We have to be quick, and we can't make any loud noises." She shook her head solemnly, and gave me an intense "OK."

I could hear the zombies in the alley getting closer; it was time to move. Still holding her hand, we walked out into the lot and crossed it as discretely as possible. We got to the tallest car that we could find, a city van, and got ready to climb it. We went around the front and got on the hood, so that we could make it to the roof, but the second we set foot on the car, it was like that was the exact moment that the universe saw fit to fuck with us. 

The car alarm began blaring, attracting unwanted attention from all of the dead streaming into the building, they began to make their way over to our van. At the exact same moment the zombies that had been coming down the back alley finally broke through the fence and started flooding into the parking lot as well. We were so fucked. 

"Hurry!" I yelled. Stealth didn't matter anymore. We jumped to the roof of the van and looked at the wall. Although, we were now higher up, the wall still had a few feet on us, and it would require some climbing. We didn't have the time to figure out the most efficient way to do it. "Steph, running start, and we try to catch the ledge of the wall, and climb over."

"OK" she gasped. I don't know if she was scared or not, but she was a complete professional. She knew what needed to be done, and didn't doubt herself for a second. We both made a run and leapt for the wall. 

The impact knocked the wind out of me, but I felt my finger tips gripping the ledge. It hurt so much, but I knew it didn't matter, I needed to pull myself up. I looked to my left, and saw that, Steph was in a similar predicament. She was momentarily stunned, but had recovered much faster than I had. Her feet were struggled frantically to build momentum by running up the wall. Behind us the van was still blaring, but now I could hear the moans and growls of all of the zombies that had surrounded the van as well. I looked down to find a sea of hands coming up beneath me. I began pulling myself up with all my might, but my fingertips were burning so bad, and the rain had made it that much harder. My shoulder blades began to ache, and I could feel myself losing the will to hold. " Maybe it will be quick I thought to myself," as I began to lose hope. Then from the ledge I felt a hand grab my arm. It was Steph, she had made it. 

With her help I was able to get myself up high enough so that I could swing my legs on to the ledge and pull myself up. When I finally got my body up, I laid there for a few seconds. I was breathing hard, and I could feel the tears on my face. Steph, stood there trying to maintain her balance, our space was incredibly limited. "Thank you," I choked out. On one side there was a growing number of zombies and on the other side there was a winding stairwell that we could jump to. It would be an at rest jump of three and a half feet. Steph cautiously watched me, "are you ok?, You look like you're gonna die". I gave a nervous laugh. "Ok, let's do it." 

On the count of three we jumped onto the stairwell, where I collapsed. "I'm sorry, I need a few minutes."

I turned over to look at the wall that I had just been standing on, and I could no longer see all the dead, but I could still hear them from beyond the wall. Steph, put her hand on my shoulder, "let's get going." 

We made it onto the balcony, and from there I slid open the sliding glass doors, and peered in cautiously. It was a nice apartment, and very big. We would be able to stay there momentarily and regain our barrings. Looking around I picked up the first thing that I could use as a weapon, It was a poker from the fire place. Steph, pulled a knife from her pocket. 

"Where did you get that?" I asked. "You know me, I always have these on me; always gotta be prepared." I gave her a small smirk. 

At the end of the room there was an open door that led into a courtyard. From where we were standing we could tell that there were more of them outside. Our top priority was to secure the apartment. We both began tip toeing our way towards the door when we heard a sound in the next room over. It was the former occupants, now transformed. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a near by closet. 

So here we were, in the dark and occupying a very small space together. The doors to the closet were made of a light particle board. Steph took her knife and dug it through the door so that we could have some visibility.

We both watched and waited, and out of the room on the far side of the hall two zombies came out. There was a slight sense of relief. We would be able to handle two of them with relative ease; we just needed to wait for the perfect opportunity. 

In the dark something began to happen. My heart rate was already up from all the excitement, and I had a lot of pent up energy. I wanted something to happen. That's when I realized, Stephanie's ass was now right up against my cock. 

It all began so gradually. I don't know if I was acting consciously or not, but I still felt guilty; like I was taking advantage of the circumstances. But I couldn't control myself; I was incredibly hard, and the tip of my dick would, from time to time, bump up against the crevice of her ass. It all seemed so innocent, like a series of accidental touches. I don't even think she knew that it was my dick. As far as I knew, to her this was just two people, cowering in fear together in the dark.

As the seconds passed, more things about her began to have a greater affect on me. The smell of rain water mixed with her sweat and natural body odor, all began to titillate me. I could feel myself just getting more anxious and aroused. I began bumping her ass with my dick tip more frequently. I pretended to take a look out of the hole that she had carved into the door, just so I could get close to her ear, so that I could breathe in more of her scent. I began blowing into her ear, ever so lightly.

Now my bulge was completely between the curves of her ass cheeks, and I was no longer shy. I kept my penis there, and held it permanently against her. My hips began to undulate back and forth, occasionally making swirls.

Steph, took a deep breath out. "What are you doing?" she whispered. I put my right hand over her mouth, and went up right against her ear. "Quiet. Do you want them to find us?"

She shook her head, no. With that, she bit into my hand; I could feel a sting of pain, she had broken the skin, I could tell there was blood. I thought it was my cue to stop, but then I realized that she had begun moving her hips too; counter clockwise against my motion.

Now we were fully engaged, and grinding against one another, and in my mind the thought of just fucking her in the ass only encouraged me further. I could feel it in my pants, my head was moist from pre-cum.

Before I realized what was going on my left hand had found it's way down the front of her tights. I shimmied my hands past her waist strap. The pressure from her tights felt good against my hand. I dug around in her crotch, exploring her vagina with my sense of touch, imagining all of the different parts of her anatomy that I was feeling and envisioning how they all looked. I took my time to appreciate her; memorizing all of the different details, the texture of her vagina's skin, the temperature emanating from it. I began kissing her neck, which turned into dragging my tongue up and down her nape, and taking small bites. 

Then I found it; my hand had found the smooth, precious, little pearl between her legs; her clitoris. I touched it with the tip of my index finger, and I began to move it in a small semi circle. She gave a small gasp, and then she let out a quiet moan. 

"Quiet!" I hissed. Even as I was telling her to stop, I knew I wasn't helping the situation. I gripped her clit between my middle finger and my thumb, and proceeded to jack it off, like it was a tiny penis. I could feel her entire body trembling against mine. Her mouth began to accumulate with so much saliva that my hand was covered in her drool. I found one specific spot on the side of her neck that I wanted to focus on, so I bit down lightly and began to chew on it. Not enough to break her skin but enough for her to feel it. 

Steph, suddenly turned around and pushed me up against the wall; as I stood there waiting for what would happen next, she put her hands on my pant waist and yanked. My jeans were around my knees and my cock was in her mouth in a matter of seconds, and she was absolutely ferocious with it. Her hand was on my shaft and her teeth gripped the tip ever so gently. In one simultaneous motion she would move her hand and her head back and forth, stroking and sucking me off at the same time. I didn't know what to do, everything was happening so fast, and I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that all I could do was to curl my toes into tiny little knuckles.

She took her mouth off my penis, and began biting the skin on the side of it. She would bite my cock skin pull at it a little and then let it snap back into place. Bite, pull, snap, bite, pull, snap, bite, pull, snap. Over and over she would do this. My ass cheeks tightened, as I wanted my dick to go somewhere; it needed to go into something. I let out a quiet "uhh."

"Put it in your mouth, finish me off." I pleaded with her in whisper. I felt her head nod, yes. The sensation of her hair brushing up and down against my thigh made my balls burn. In a couple of seconds I was back in. It was so wet and warm; the feeling of the back of her throat drove me absolutely wild. I grabbed her head, and part of me wanted to stop her before I came, but there was also a part of me that wanted to push it down even further. 

"Stop, you have to stop...I'm go-going to cum in your mouth if you don't" I whined to her silently. I don't know if she heard me or not, but what I do know is the moment I said that she began sucking and jacking even harder. "Please, Steph...," and then it happened. I lost all control as I just felt myself shooting into her mouth; there was so much of it. I wanted to let out such a moan of relief, but I still had enough wits about me to know what would happen if I did. I just stood there in silence and breathed deep. I took her by the hand and stood her up. "I've wanted to do this with you for the longest time, ever since I first met you, I've wanted to have you," and we kissed in the dark, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. 

There was a huge slam against the door followed by the sound of wood cracking. It started with a sliver of light, and then another slam followed by a crunch, and suddenly our little closet was flooded with light and staring us right in the face was a decomposed corpse, that wanted nothing more than to eat us. I covered Steph with my body, and threw my back against door; barrel rolling out of the closet. When I hit the floor I made sure to roll Steph away from me. If the zombies were going to get one of us my hope was that they'd go for the closer one. Hopefully, she'd be able to get away while they were working on me. 

I was able to knock them both down when I rammed through the door. I was on my back, cock exposed to daylight jeans still around my ankles. My mobility was very limited. As the closest one of them crawled over to me, snapping it's jaws, I swung my legs, and caught it's face in my jeans. I rolled over and twisted, hoping to god that I could get it tangled without suffering a scratch or a bite. Once trapped, I worked frantically to get my jeans off, so that I could stand up and properly defend myself. Standing over the tangled mess I grabbed the nearest chair I could and I drove one of it's legs down into it's head, killing it permanently.

The other one leapt on me knocking me onto my back. It was now completely on top of me and trying to take a bite out of me. I did my best to stay away from it's mouth, pushing it's body away from me, but it had a more advantageous position over me, and I was getting tired. It was getting closer and closer with each bite, and I was getting tired. As it prepared to take it's final bite, a blade suddenly went through the creatures face. Steph, had done it, she killed it. I tossed the corpse off me, and gasped for air, "CLOSE THE DOOR!!" she hopped over the two bodies and quickly and silently shut the door. We did it, we survived without drawing any attention to ourselves. 

We propped ourselves against the door; breathing heavily and drenched in rain water and sweat. She removed her overcoat, to reveal that the low cut t-shirt she was wearing underneath was soaked. The thin material of the shirt clung to her chest emphasizing the perkiness of her tits. They seemed rounder; more shapely, more bouncy. The surface of my skin was cool to the touch, but I could feel a heat deep down inside me. The combination of sex and danger excited me; and I wanted to fuck. 

Having just shot a load and almost died, I needed a few more minutes before I could go again, even though I could feel the tingling in my balls. I caught Stephanie's eyes. She was staring, and I realized what it was she was looking at. Her eyes were locked on my twitching penis. It was like seeing a hungry cat watching a wounded bird. I was immediately self conscious, and it felt as though I had just realized that I wasn't wearing any pants all of a sudden. She noticed my discomfort as I got up. "I should find a pair of pant's..." I started.




In the End



"No, wait" she walked over, "Not yet, I want to try something". She took my penis in her hand and just held it. After a few minutes I felt myself getting horny again, but nothing was happening. I could feel the blood rushing in and my dick hardening; rapidly filling up the empty space in her hand, but still she wouldn't do anything. She just stood there holding it in her hand, watching it get bigger and redder. It was her first opportunity to look at me in the light, and she was fascinated by it. The tension was driving me crazy, and I began to writhe. I wanted to stick my dick in something, but she wouldn't let anything happen; so I began pumping my hips to fuck her hand and she slapped me immediately and scolded me, "No!, just wait!"

The slap combined with the inability achieve orgasm made me hurt so good. My testicles felt like they were going to explode. Every so often I would try to wiggle my hips again, and each time she would shut me down. I hadn't realized it but I had started making a whining sound, "hnnn, hnnn." This went on for five more minutes, and then I couldn't take it anymore. 

I broke free of her and picked her up. I walked over to a nearby couch and threw her down gently. "I want you" I growled in a voice I didn't recognize. I grabbed her tights by the waist and pulled, not realizing how much strength I was exerting, I ripped them off her; I wasn't phased by this behavior, and I wasn't sorry I did it either, I wanted that to happen.

I stood over her fully erect, and she looked up at me with anticipation in her eyes. She wanted to know what would happen next. My attention was immediately drawn to her pussy. I looked at it, and observed how smooth she was and how swollen and flushed it was becoming.

At the top of her labia around her clitoris there was a single drop of juice, and I watched as it slowly rolled down her opening. When it stopped at the base of her pussy, I picked it up with my index finger, and I brought it to my nose, so that I could know her smell. Then I took the bead and placed it on my tongue, so that I could know her taste. I took my hands and placed them on either side of her vagina and proceeded to spread her labia apart, she was so incredibly wet. There were so many strands of fluid that they made a silken spider web pattern across her labia. It was so beautiful to look at.

In that instant I just wanted her to feel so good. If I knew that she had reached orgasm, it would enhance the experience so much for me. With my left hand I began massaging her right breast, and with my right hand I inserted my ring finger and middle finger into her and began moving my hand up and down inside her. She arched her back in ecstasy and her pussy exploded all over my hand, as she let out a loud, "UHHHHHH!!".

She was now wet enough. I lifted both her legs and placed them on my shoulders. I kept her boots on because it was always one of my secret fantasies to fuck a girl while she was wearing her boots. My cock entered her enthusiastically; it was so warm and perfect; like I belonged in her. Steph, gave a loud "OHHHHH!!", and I began pumping away at her. I let the angle and the gravity help, by leaning into her and just placing all my weight on my waist. With each thrust I could feel my testicles slamming into her ass, the slapping sound just made me fuck harder.

I scooped her up in my arms, and flipped her over so that she was lying face down. "Get on your hands and knees" I told her. She didn't hesitate to accommodate me. She stuck her ass up at me and with her hands on each cheek she spread them apart for me. I looked into her anus hungrily, and started tonguing her asshole. The licking soon became kissing and biting. I could feel her body quiver at my touch, as I pulled away. I steadied my cock once more and entered her. It was so tight that I wanted to cum almost immediately, but I slowed everything down so that I could regain control of myself. I grabbed her shoulders and started smashing into her ass. "How does that feel!?" 

"Keep going, don't stop!" she moaned. "What do you want to do to me?" she pleaded to know. 

I was coming towards the end; thrusting and pumping with everything that I could muster. Her ass was clinching to meet my every motion, welcoming my cock into her. "I WANT TO CUM IN YOUR ASS. UNNN, UMMM, HNNNN. I'M GOING TO CUM SOON!!" 

"YESSSSSS, DO IT!" She commanded. My hands pushed her down laying her flat on her front. I laid my chest down flat on her back. I could feel her shoulder blades as they pressed up against me. Her insides were so hot and slippery. My hips gave one final massive push as a rush came over me, and I felt myself emptying into her. So much cum came flooding out of me as she let out a huge, "OHHHHHH!!" of satisfaction.

I collapsed onto her exhausted, and laid there for a second feeling her body. When I pulled out of her there was an immediate rush of cool air on my dick skin. There was a slight gurgling sound as my cum oozed out of her asshole. I placed my nose against the back of her neck and took a whiff of her. Stephanie turned around and met my eyes, "that was good" she said gazing at my face. I leaned in and kissed her deeply.



In The End



"Oh ok that's good Scott keep thinking positive. It's late hun I have to go. You take care ok? I luv you loads. Bye."

As soon as Drew hung up she wrote herself a reminder to write to the Linkin park fanclub the next morning.

She was going to tell them everything if possible and hopefully they would pass on the message and the members would send few autographs so Drew could send it to Scott to make him feel better.

she didn't know Scott had gone on holiday with the actual band. Scott didn't tell her because he knew that she loved them as much as he did and she would be heart broken if she found out that he had gone without her.

A week later:

"Hey look there's an email from California." Said Mike.

"Oh wow Mike what's it say?" Chester said sarcastically.

"It's from a girl called Drew from England and she's written about Scott, he's had some rescans and he wont be able to come to our concert in London."

"Oh shit I hope he's ok." Said Chester

"Shit what a bummer." Said Dave.

"I know, but it's got all the details here in the email, you know, where he's hospitalised, visiting hours. We can pay him a visit2. Mike added

"That'll be so cool." Said Chester, seemingly excited to see Scott again.

Chapter 9

"So where is Scott anyways?" Asked Chester who seemed more excited to see Scott again than usual.

"He's in oxford infirmary. Not far from London compared to all the touring we do back at home." Replied Mike rereading the print out to reassure himself.

Rob was lucky enough to get the window seat on the jumbo jet. And sat slumped in his first class chair gazing out the window, mesmerized by the clouds he slowly drifted off to sleep as the setting sun highlighted his peaceful face.

Having seen what a good idea it was to catch some sleep, joe eventually drifted off too. Everyone else was too excited about the up and coming events in ManChester and London and seeing Scott again to be able to sleep

"We can go and see him just before that session thing in Maida vale on friday." Said Chester.

"That's in 2 days are we gonna have time? I mean we have venue checks, sound checks, lighting to check and shit." Said Brad determined to make sure everything is perfect for the night.

"Look chill out big bad. Everything is going to be fine, that's why we hire people to do all that shit for us.

We'll check into our hotel first then we can get someone to drive us there ok?" Dave suggested.

"how could you think like that at a time like this?" He said again.

A few of hours later everyone had exhausted themselves and had fallen fast asleep, they had arrived at Heathrow but it was still dark. The change in cabin pressure woke them up with popping ears.

"Goddamn my ears." Complained Mike pressing onto his ears.

"What did you say? I can't hear you. my ears are popping." Said Chester.

Everyone gathered their bags as the plane prepared for landing.

Chapter 10

"Well that's me unpacked." Said Chester as he threw his suitcase into the en-suite walk-in wardrobe.

"Let's go and see Scott"

"We can't it's past visiting hours we'll go tomorrow morning after breakfast. I know I'll send him a text with my 'touring in England phone' I hope he checks it soon, just letting him know that we're all here and wer're all going. Said Mike. At the same time Mike called up the hospital to double check that Scott was actually there.

Hey guys, just found out there they're only allowing 2 visitors at a time." Said Mike with a disappointed face. As he gave back joe's phone

"You guys go," said Brad

"I'm staying here to rehearse."

"You're such a geek." Giggled Chester.

"We can all go but just 2 at a time. Who wrote in anyway?" He asked.

"Some chick called Drew, she's Scott's penpal from leeds."

"Where's that?" Asked Chester.

"It's further up north I think." Replied Mike

"It's near Manchester. I think we should send her some goodies for being such a good friend or go and visit her in person.W

"I totally agree. is she a fan? Actually don't answer that she couldn't have known the address to the fan club if she didn't have the album, unless of course she asked someone, oh well I still think we should get her something, how about a hoodie as it's coming up to fall and a few stickers or something." Suggested Chester

"That's a good idea maybe we could throw in some tickets too?" suggested Rob as he walked into Mike and Chester's room catching the last of the conversation.

"Who's 'her'?" asked rob

"Scott's penpal Drew."

"Who's Scott? Said a rather tired dave." Everyone giggled and shook their head.

That night Scott was bored and Byron had been taken away to get some scans. He left a note for Byron:

'Alright dude. Will be back soon just gone for a walk. Scott'

Scott took his mobile fone with him to text Drew he had to take it outside the hospital coz they interfere with the equipment.

'2 messages received' it said.

Yay. Said Scott, one from ms sexy (drew) and one from Remy. Scott preferred the name Remy to Joe because it was so different.

'Hey mr sexy,u ok?How's hospital?met ne fit blokes yet?went to andys house today.luv mischief ms.sexy'

Scott smiled and text her back:

'Hey ms sexy,Im fine,got operation in 2wks,hav met fit bloke called Byron,wil tel you more L8r.luv norty mr sexy.'

Then he checked the text message from Remy/Joe:

'Hey j!tis mike on joe's fone,we're in england!coming to see you vsoon.mike'

Scott nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement, the thought of being able to see Mike and Chester and co again.

Scott went back to the ward with a huge grin on his face. Byron was back from his scans.

"So how was everything?" Asked Scott.

"Dunno, should get the results back tomorrow though. It's a bitch." He replied

Chapter 11

The next day Scott was woken by the nurse doing her morning obs. Then break fast was served.

"Scott..." Said the nurse

"There's someone here to see you." Said the nurse as she stepped aside to reveal Chester and Mike. Half expecting Drew to turn up, he turned round to face the nurse only his eye fixed onto Chester instead. He mentally thanked god he wasn't in his pyjamas and that he had cleaned himself up that morning. Scott's face was a face of utter shock.

"Oh my god you guys, hiya Chaz, alright Mike." Scott trying desperately not to go over the top. he took a deep breath as he gave them each a hug.

"How are you two?" he could feel his face go red as he put his hands on his face. Mike had dyed his hair electric blue again and Chester had grown back his bleached spikes and made them selves looked extra handsome.

"We're cool a bit jet lagged, just arrived here last night did you get my text message?" Said Mike, Scott felt privileged the fact that the first thing his idols did was visit him as soon as they got here.

"Aww poor you. yeah I did get your text, thank you. Do you know what? I couldn't believe my eyes. I was totally not expecting it. But where's everyone else?" said Scott, feeling himself relaxing abit.

"Oh they're waiting for us downstairs in the restaurant to have lunch." replied Chester.

Scott felt himself melting in his bed as Chester spoke for the first time since he arrived.

"Funky. I'd love to see them again later if it's ok?" Said Scott.

"Yeah of course it is. So how have you been Scott are they treating you well? Can I sit here?" Chester asked as he point to the chair by Scott's bed.

"Yeah make yourselves at home! I'm fine but just feeling a little low is all."

"Well we thought you might've been feeling a little down so we got you these as a get well soon present." said Mike as he handed Scott a card and a plastic bag. Scott carefully and slowly opened the card and read it:

'Dear #1 fan Scott,

Hope you get well soon, we look forward to seeing you next time we're in England."

Then it was signed by all 6 members. Inside the card was some Linkin Park stickers and some patches which could be sewn onto his chinos.

"Aw wow thanks guys." Scott said with a huge smile on his face. Mike and Chester looked at each other knowing that they did a good thing today. Scott went on to investigate the contents of the bag.

It was a hoodie and a t- shirt with the Linkin Park soldiers and logos on them, along with signed copies of the album and singles, including the limited edition singles and a signed copy of the EP album. Scott sat there holding the cds thinking about what to do with the cds he already has at home.

"Oh my god you guys. I don't know what to say. Thank you so much you've really made my year." Scott said feeling a little over whelmed he wanted to cry but not in front of Chester and Mike.

"Do you wana come down for lunch?" Asked Chester.

"That would be a great idea." Said Scott.

"Actually since I heard the food aint so great here I was thinking we could go somewhere else to eat. our treat?" Asked Chester.

Everyone turned to face the nurse, worried that they might have offended her.

The nurse tending to Byron nodded. Scott hid the freebies in his locker, smiled at byron and left the ward with Mike and Chester.

Chapter 12

"I've just noticed you're a lot taller than you look in the pictures." Scott said looking up slightly to speak to Chester and Mike.

"Yeah it's the camera angles." Giggled Mike, and just then it hit him. Scott realised that Byron's laugh was exactly like Mike Shinoda's.

'How cool...how yummy.' Scott thought. Scott mentally slapped himself for thinking like a teenybopper.

The 3 walked down to the restaurant to fetch the rest of the gang and left the hospital.

As the gang walked out the gates they stopped.

"Do you know what? I have no idea where any of the restaurants are." Said Chester.

"I'll ask since my English accent is better than yours." Scott said jokingly

Scott carried on walking with the gang walking by his side, he was so excited with the fact that he was walking with his favourite band and his friends.

He approached the first unsuspecting pedestrian.

Excuse me, could you tell us where we could find a decent restaurant to eat please? Asked Scott politely

"Oh My God it's Linkin park, oh my god, would you mind if I got your autograph?"

No not at all. Every one said in unison as if it was rehearsed.

The grungy looking girl rummaged in her bag for a piece of paper and a pen and got everyone's autograph.

"Wow this is so cool Linkin Park in Oxford. Ok there's a really nice restaurant down the street called the Thai palace. I go there all the time with my friends."

Chapter 13

The day had gone well. The gang headed back towards the hospital. Chester was once again tumbling about the place with a beer in one hand and mike's shoulder in the other.

"Chester it's not even 2 pm yet. Oh well this is me." Said Scott standing outside the hospital front entrance.

"Yeah we hate to leave you but we have to plan a concert, I tell ya what we'll record it for you and we'll put in a special dedication for you so everyone listening will know of you. it's a CD ok?" Asked mike.

"Yeah that's fine that'll be great, thanks guys you're the best. Oh and one more thing I have an operation in 2 weeks." Wish me luck.

"Good luck Scott, keep the faith." Said mike accompanied with a manly hug.

"Yeah sonny good luck." said Chester with a more affectionate hug.

"We'll come back and see you ok?" Said Joe as he waved his frog In the air. The other guys weren't as close to Scott as mike and Chester so they just waved and headed off.

Scott waved back, as a tear ran down his face he walked back inside. All the mixed emotions messed up his head. His closet love for Mike and Chester, his happiness thanks to the day he's had to spend with his friends, and sadness because they had to leave, the anger and hatred he felt for his egg yolk.

Byron noticed the swollen puffy eyes when Scott walked back into the ward and immediately jumped off the bed to comfort him.

"Shit Scott what did they do to you?" He asked

"Oh Byron it's not them it's me, I'm so pathetic. Anyway enough about me. What are the results of your scans?" said Scott

"They're not important right now, you just concentrate on feeling better, you're not pathetic, you're just young, you're a teeny bopper only you're not a teenager." giggled Byron.

"Fuck off." Giggled Scott punching him in the arm.

"Sorry to interrupt you two but I have some good news for you Scott."

"No it's ok. Ok I'm all ears." Said Scott holding on to Byrons arms.

"Dr kerr says that since you have recovered so well during your stay here, we all agree that you can go home and come back if you a have problem before your operation or if you are actually coming in for your operation. Ok?" Said the nurse.

"Really? You mean I can go like now?" for a second Scott had forgotten about Byron and ran back out again to phone mum and dad to pick him up.

Meanwhile a tear ran down Byron's face as he heard Scott's good news, knowing that he might not see Scott again.

'I have to tell him today. He said to himself.' All these feelings for Scott had been building up since the day they met.

AS Scott ran back in to pack his stuff, Byron stopped him in his path and took him by the shoulders.

"Scott." He said firmly wiping the tears off his face.

"I don't really know how else to say this but…" and he stopped and stared at Scott. Scott took Byron in his hands and wiped away another tear rolling down his soft pink skin.

Scott had to tip toe, he leaned towards him and kissed his lips. He lightly licked Byrons lips, his lips parted as if to invite it in. Byron held Scott in his arms tightly.

Scott unwillingly pulled away and started packing his clothes realising what he had just done. Making the phone call was a big mistake as going home would leave him open to nagging from the over protective parents.

Scott sat at his bed waiting not knowing how long his parents would be. They came half an hour after he finished packing.

Scott felt himself well up inside as he approached Byron to say good bye. Byron held out his hand with dismay. His puppy dog gaze told Scott what he wanted to know. Scott shook Byron by the hand, Byron immediately took Scott's hand with both his hands and held tightly. Scott surprised at the soft and warmth of Byron's hands unwillingly pulled away. As he did he could feel the soft hands slip away. The feeling made the hairs on the back on his neck stand up.

In the car Scott was feeling low and was close to tears, the roads and the fast cars made him dizzy so he closed them till they reached home, he didn't realise he was so tired and had fallen asleep on the journey home.

Upon arrival Scott was about to take his bags out of the boot before his dad came.

"I'd better take that son, the doctor said you shouldn't exert yourself by lifting heavy things." Scott did as he was told as it was useless to argue in his condition.

Chapter 14

Feeling some how relieved to be at home in his own bed Scott slept easy as it was a lot better than the hospital beds.

The next day Mum took Scott out for a shopping trip in town.

'Oh great.' thought Scott ungratefully. His home town wasn't exactly Harrods. It used to be a cattle market. A typical town centre really with a respectable number of shops and pubs.

The weather was mediocre, Window shopping was dull, there wasn't anything there than Scott particularly liked. He already had everything he wanted from the goodie bag mike and Chester had given to him.

Back at home Scott started unpacking his things. He got to the goodie bag and tipped everything out with excitement. The CDs tumbled out with the hoody. He quickly took off his coat and threw it on his bed. He shook out the hoody and looked at it and gazed at it absorbing it in. He pulled it over his head and looked at himself through the mirror, it's a large size but it fits perfect.

Scott felt himself a go dizzy and lay down on his bed to rest for a bit.

By dinner time, the headache was gone and he was no longer dizzy but knew he had to be more careful.

A week and a half had passed very slowly and Scott headaches and dizziness were no more for the time being. Scott had started moving around more although he still wasn't allowed to go out by himself because of his parents, however as each day passed Scott had become more confident in his actions and less careful.

Scott slipped static-x's CD album into his Hi Fi and hit the play button. He skipped the first track which was an intro. 'Get to the gone' blared out of the speakers as Scott turned the volume up and started warily head banging to the industrial metal track. The energetic track made Scott feel good. He hadn't felt this good since he left Byron Scott remembered. Then he switched it off when he realised how much he had missed Byron even though he hardly knew him. Scott fell onto his bed and broke down into tears thinking he wasn't going to see him again.

He sniffed hard and swiped his face on his sleeve.

"God I'm pathetic." Thought Scott

"You're not pathetic, you're just young, you're a teeny bopper only you're not a teenager." Scott let out a small giggle as Byron's words echoed through his head, but his heart ached as he craved for those last moments of contact that he just couldn't get out of his head.

Chapter 15

After dinner Scott packed up his stuff for the time he's going to be in hospital for the operation. Scott was never the sort to be nervous to be begin with, they always came on minutes before. This was going to be the ultimate test for Scott, one that if he failed, he would not be able to resit.

This thought rolled over and over again inside Scott's head like an old record as he sat in the car back towards the infirmary.

Arriving in the carpark, Scott thought about the last few moments he had with Byron, the last tender kiss, the gentle touch, the heart ache. Scott's dad helped with the bags and took them back his ward, which was reserved for him.

Walking through the doors of his bay in the ward he saw a familiar face. It was Byron and he was still in hospital, Scott gave a huge smile and was about to drops his bags and run over but he had just remembered that his dad was still with him following closely behind.

"Alright mate are you not dead yet?" Giggled Scott as he put away his bags.

"Nah the man upstairs got sick of me and sent me back." He laughed out loud. Scott was so glad to see him again. he had not smiled so much in a what felt like ages.

'If I didn't know better I'd think I'd enjoy hospitals better than home!' Scott thought to himself.

"You ok son?" Scott's dad asked.

"Yeah I'll be ok, I'll see you tomorrow ok?"

"Yes of course, anyway I can't stay I have some important stuff to do at work."

"So aren't I important to you?" Scott joked

"Don't be silly course you are but you're in safe hands now. ok? Bye son." Scott's dad kissed him on the forehead and left.

When Scott was sure dad was out of site, Scott and Byron jumped off their beds and ran towards each other, they crashed into each other in a much needed passionate kiss. The nurses clapped and applauded much to Scott's embarrassment. During Scott's time away, Byron had earned his title as hospital homo of the month, being the cheeky happy chappy that he is, he wasn't afraid to flaunt his sexuality. He was free entertainment for the patients and he made them laugh. But now he was Scott's.

Byron took Scott by the hand with their lips still in contact and lead him to his bed. Byron pulled away and drew the curtains around his cubicle. He laid himself on the bed and Scott climbed on top. Scott rested himself next to Byron as he pulled up the railings. There Scott fell asleep.

Byron stayed awake for a while longer. Watching Scott fall into a deep sleep, Byron sighed as Scott's beautiful peaceful face lay on his shoulder. Byron soon drifted off too.




In The End



Chapter 16

The next morning Scott was woken by the nurse as she came round to do the morning obs. Scott woke up disorientated. But as soon as he realised he was still lying next to Byron he knew where he was.

Scott politely stopped the nurse from waking up Byron. Scott watched Byron's chest rise and sink as he breathed lightly. Scott smiled and gave the nurse a look as if to say 'bless his cotton socks'. Scott leaned over and kissed Byron on the lips. Byron stirred and slowly came to. Wakey wakey sleepy head, Scott said tickling Byrons sides. Byron giggled and squirmed as he blinked a few times before rubbing and opening them.

Byron sat up with Scott and ran his fingers through Scott's messy hair before moving his hand down to stroke his face. Scott kissed Byrons hands and got off the bed.

"Oh Scott your operation is at 1 pm after lunch ok?"

"Thanks Pam." said Scott to the regular nurse.

Scott cleaned himself up and watched tv. Byron later joined him refreshed after a shower, brushing his teeth and washing his face.

Scott could feel the nerves coming on now, he wasn't allowed to eat as he'd be under anaesthetic later that day.

Scott tried to watch a little tv at his bedside to help keep his mind of things. Then some familiar smells wafted past his nose, his nervousness had heightened his senses. He felt a light tap on his shoulders and jumped round. To find Chester and mike standing behind him with big cheesey grins. Scott burst out laughing.

"Oh my god you two you scared the shit out of me. How are you anyway?" What are you doing here?

"Oh nothin' just came to say good luck we have to leave for home in a few hours so we've gotta rush. But we're going to leave you with this as a get well soon present." Said Chester as he handed Scott another goody bag. It contained a signed box of celebrations chocolates.

"Very good." Laughed Scott at the thought of signing something that wasn't even theirs. Scott gave them both a hug before they left for the last time.

"Say hi to everyone else for me will ya?" As they walked round the corner.

"Sure thing dude." Smiled Chester as he vanished.

Chapter 17

The hours ticked away slowly, every hour sat with Byron was a painful one as he counted down the hours, minutes and the seconds of his exam.

Byron could feel the tension emanate from Scott. Byron hugged Scott who seemed to be in a daze. It was as if this was all a dream to him, nothing felt real.

A group of nurses and doctors all dressed up from head to toe in hospital green clothes came into the bay, Scott knew straight away that they were meant for him. Scott kissed Byron and climbed back onto his own bed.

"See ya later alligator." waved a tearful Byron to Scott.

"In a while crocodile." Waved a bravely smiling Scott.

Scott laid back on his bed while the doctors and nurses were making a fuss of him as they prepared him for nuero-surgery. They carted Scott downstairs into the operation theatre, the ceiling shot past in a blur as he was taken in and out of long corridors. The nurses talking to him constantly making sure that he was not completely alone, but Scott never heard a word. All he could hear were the thumping sounds of his heart banging on his ribcage and a faint blur of voices echoing in his head.

Scott heard the big double doors opening to the theatre, a light was shone on his face, which was then moved away and shone on his head where they were going to do keyhole surgery.

Scott eventually came too and started listening to what the nurses had to say.

"You ok Scott?" Asked the nurse.

"Not really. I just want this over and done with." Said Scott with a sour look on his face.

"It's going to be ok, just try to relax. We're going to put this mask over your head now ok? This'll help put you to sleep we'll be in and out in 2 hours then you can go home 6 hours after that! How does that sound?" Reassured the nurse.

Scott smiled weakly as they slipped the N2O gas mask over his head.

10…9…. said the nurse. The first thing he noticed was the warm feeling that washed over him.

8…7… then he felt really comfortable, and kinda sleepy

6…

chapter 18

the nuero-surgeons shaved a tiny area of hair off his scalp and dabbed it with iodine staining the skin yellow. Making an incision in the scalp the doctors had hit bone and it was time to drill. A small hole was drilled into the skull until they nearly hit grey matter. A key hole camera was inserted into the hole and used to navigate in between the parting folds of the brain. On the screen they could see the tumour staring at them in the face like a tiny time bomb. They doctors inserted a tiny pair of snippers which was used to sever the tumour from the rest of the brain tissue.

They found the tumour connected to one of the blood vessels in the brain which made it easier to mend. The blood vessels were clamped at either side, the tumour was severed and the hole in the vessel was stitched up.

The clamp was removed and blood began to flow again.

Suddenly the machines started bleeping. There was a panic as it was a race to find out what was causing the bleeping. Scott's heart was ceasing up, his blood had bled to the brain, the vessels were not sewn up properly. The doctors couldn't stop the bleeding and the stitches burst under the pressure of the heart pumping.

There was no point in going in the damage was done.

"Time of death 13.45pm."

The doctors and nurses didn't know Scott, to them he was just another unfortunate statistic.

One of the nurses told Pam back in Byron's ward. Pam held a hand to her mouth and nodded her head.

Pam walked over to Byron warily.

"Byron I'm afraid we have some bad news."

There was some complication while Scott was in surgery, the stitching burst and a lot of blood Bled into the brain and we couldn't save him."

Byron was speechless, he just sat there.

"Na haha you're joking right? That's a sick joke but you nearly had me there." He laughed patting the nurse on the shoulders.

"NO I'm being serious, Scott's dead byron."

"NOOO he can't be he's stronger than that. He shouted shaking the nurse by the shoulders." Unproffesional as it was the nurse broke down in tears.

Byron cried hard hugging the nurse.

"Well can I see him?"

"Not yet they're cleaning him up so his parents can see him."

"Can I see him first? they dont have to know"

"Yeah I'm sure we can sort something out."

Half an hour passed and Pam came back up,

"You can go and see him now I'll take you there ok?" Pam took Byron by the shoulders and lead him into the theatre.

There he lay, peaceful as if sleeping only his chest wasn't rising.

Byron slowly walked up to Scott's still body and stroked his face, it was still warm. He shook his shoulders gently like it was the last desperate attempt to wake him.

"WAKE UP YOU BITCH, you can't leave me like this." He screamed tearfully. He leant down to kiss his blue lips, they were nearly strangely cold.

A bang from the doors and Scott's parents ran in, Mum was in tears. Byron Stepped out of the way and watched from a distance. everything seemed to be rushing past him in slow motion.

Epilogue:

I want to dedicate this song to my special friend who died in hospital yesterday. You're in a good place now Scott.

It starts with one…

One thing, I don't know why it doesn't even matter how hard you try…



In the Erotic Bakery



I took the trays from the refrigerator and put them on the counter, and then pulled up a stool and sat down to start my work. First, I carefully placed a 10-inch marzipan cock on a chocolate cake destined for a bachelorette party. Once that was done, I moved on to arranging little candy tits around the edge of a sheet cake whose icing read, "Happy Birthday Bob!"

I was dressed in my usual outfit for working in the kitchen - what Jake liked to call the 'naughty baker': black bra and panties, fishnet hose with garters, and heels, covered by a ridiculously short black lace 'apron'. My long red hair was up in pigtails, and I was wearing glasses which I didn't need, but which Jake assured me added to the look.

Jake would watch me from the corner as I worked, quietly stroking his real man's cock as I arranged suggestive sweets on the top of various cookies and cakes. I would invariably find myself getting wet, knowing that he was watching, deliberately dropping something on the floor so I could bend down and show him my ass. When I had finished preparing the day's orders, he would take me right there in the kitchen, bent over the counter, my eager pussy taking every inch of his cock and draining every drop of cum.

Perhaps I should explain how I went from innocent college girl to back-room slut at the local erotic bakery? I think the best encounter to share is our very first.

"Help Wanted: seeking young woman for bakery assistant, no experience necessary."

That was the sign that caught my eye as I walked from my apartment to campus, trying to figure out how I would pay my next month's rent after losing my job as a waitress. I realized I had passed by this little bakery every morning on my way to school, but never stopped in. Desperate as I was to find another job quickly, I thought to myself 'what the hell' and walked through the door.

I was immediately hit with both the heat of the air and the wonderful smells from the kitchen - bread, cinnamon rolls, chocolate chip cookies, all of the aromas filled the air, a confused but pleasing potpurri. 

"What can I get you, sweetie?" said the 40-ish man in a baker's hat from behind the counter. Any suspicion I may have had about the help wanted sign specifying a young woman immediately washed away when I began talking to this obviously gay man.

"Actually, I'm here about the sign in the window - are you still looking for someone?"

"Oh, yes, thanks for coming in. I'm Jonathan, the owner of this little establishment. What's your name?"

"Kaylie. I'm a student at the university, and in desperate need of a job - I was working as a waitress at that Italian Restaurant downtown that just went out of business, you know the one?" He nodded, and I continued, "I've never worked in a bakery, but I do have quite a bit of waitressing and customer service experience."

"No worries, dear. We need someone to start right away, and you're the first to ask about the job, so, consider yourself hired!"

We went over schedules, and it turned out my availability - a few hours early each morning and then again late in the afternoon after classes - was exactly what they needed. Jonathan explained that he and his partner Jake, who I'd be able to meet that afternoon, were starting to fall behind now that the bakery was becoming more successful. They needed someone to work with customers in the front both early and late in the day as they handled things in the kitchen.

When I first met Jake, his piercing blue eyes and five-o-clock shadow immediately began to melt me, before I reminded myself that he was Jonathan's partner, and pulled myself together. I'd been burned enough times before - how did that saying go, all the best guys are either married or gay? Anyway, it was immediately obvious that these were very nice, hard-working guys, and I was glad to have the job. That first afternoon, they showed me around the place, made sure I knew what they expected, and after helping a few customers, I went home.

I quickly settled into a routine with the new job. Jonathan and Jake appreciated my punctuality and work ethic, and I enjoyed their sense of humor and the laid-back work environment. It was a nice clientele, too - lots of foot traffic off the street, but also many regular customers who came in to pick up pre-ordered cakes and cookies. I didn't even get to see what was in the boxes, because Jonathan was a stickler about tying things up with ornate bows.

I had been working there about three weeks when the guys left me alone and in charge for an afternoon while they were out running errands. "Don't worry, you'll be fine - it should be a quiet afternoon, and we trust you!" was what Jonathan said quickly as they left, the door shutting quickly and leaving me alone in the quiet warmth of the bakery.

They were right, it was a quiet afternoon. I had actually pulled out a book to do a little studying when Mrs. Smith came in - one of the regular customers I mentioned earlier. "Hello, Mrs. Smith, what can I do for you?"

"Hi Kaylie, nice to see you again! There should be a box waiting for me?"

"Oh, hmm... I'm alone this afternoon, and they didn't mention anything, but let me go in back and see if I can find it."

It wasn't like Jonathan to forget about a customer's order, so I was sure I would find a lovely wrapped box. As I entered the back room, I did find a box with a post-it on which was scrawled 'Mrs. Smith', but it looked like Jonathan hadn't done his nice wrapping job yet. Oh well, I wouldn't keep her waiting, I'd bring it to her as is. 

As I walked back out front with the box, I realized it was my chance to take a peek at one of their creations - since I never got to see the custom cakes. It was lucky that I didn't drop it when I opened the box! There, on top of what looked like a delicious chocolate cake, was a penis, at least 10 inches long! After a moment of total shock, I gathered myself as much as possible, closed up the box again, and took it out to Mrs. Smith, making the sale and wishing her a nice weekend.

After the door closed behind her, I allowed my thoughts to whirl again. I wasn't offended, just shocked. Did all of the wrapped boxes contain cock cakes, or was it just that one? Was their innocent store front, selling loaves of bread and oatmeal cookies to folks who dropped in off the street, just a front for their erotic bakery? Overcome by curiousity, I decided to take the opportunity, with Jonathan and Jake still not back, to go back into the kitchen and do more exploration. If a customer came in, I'd hear the bell on the door and could quickly come back out front. My studying could wait - this mystery was more pressing at the moment!

There were a couple of other boxes on the table where I had found Mrs. Smith's, so I tried those first. Nothing exciting - one was cookies, and the other was a cake with a lovely, but completely non-erotic, birthday message. Hmm. The fridge? As I opened the door to the big, restaurant-sized refrigerator, I realized I'd hit the jackpot. First, I was confronted with a tray full of breasts. On the shelf below that, some exquisitely carved pussies. And on the very bottom, cocks of all shapes, sizes, and  colors. Wow, I had never before been simultaneously turned on and hungry! The aroma was distinct - the suggestive tidbits were all carved from marzipan.

I quickly ran out front to see if anyone was coming, and then just as quickly made my way back to the kitchen again, the refrigerator door still open. I knelt down so that I was eye-level with the tray of cocks, and slowly reached out to grab a small one, thinking I could rearrange the others on the tray and nobody would notice one missing.

With the stolen cock in one hand, I shut the refrigerator door with the other and walked over to the counter, where I found some chocolate syrup still sitting where Jonathan had obviously been using it to decorate some of his most recent creations. I drizzled a bit of the chocolate onto the end of the marzipan cock - marzipan and chocolate had always been one of my favorite combinations - and slowly sunk my teeth into the delicacy. As I savored the delicious flavor combination, I was slightly surprised at the combination of feelings running through my body - not only was I hungry for more, I was also turned on by the imagery, sliding this sweet little cock into my mouth.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt an arm around my waist, and a familiar voice in my ear. I spun around, shocked that I hadn't heard anyone come in, and was face-to-face with Jake. "I see you've discovered the loot," he said, a quirky little smile on his face.

Completely embarrassed for several reasons, I stammered, attempting to explain and apologize all at once. He responded by putting a finger to my lips.

"Don't worry, Kaylie, I'm not upset. We shouldn't have kept you in the dark for so long. As you've obviously discovered, Jonathan and I are actually running an erotic bakery. We sell custom cakes and cookies both here in the bakery and also online. But in a town like this, we'd never be able to hang up a shingle proclaiming what we do, so we have to do things kind of under the radar. I hope you'll still be willing to work here?"

"Oh, absolutely - I'm not offended by this stuff. In fact, I have to admit, I was turned on by finding all of those cocks in the refrigerator!" Again, I found myself saying something to Jake that I never would have said to another man, because I knew he was gay.

"You tried one of the small ones?" When I nodded, he quickly walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out one of the larger marzipan cocks - almost life-sized - and brought it back to me. "You should really try one of these, we put nuts in the bigger ones."

Before I could stop him, he was feeding it to me, shoving the candy-sweet cock into my mouth. As he did this, his other hand dropped to my thigh, his fingers tracing their way under my short skirt until his hand was on my panties. I gasped, the marzipan rod still in my mouth, but couldn't help but respond to his touch.

"I see you're already wet. How would you like a real cock in your mouth?" He pulled the sweet treat out of my mouth long enough for me to reply.

"B... but, what about Jonathan?"

"Oh, don't worry, he's not coming back this afternoon, and I already locked up out front. We won't be interrupted."

"No, I mean... um... won't he be jealous?"

"What? Why?"

Puzzled, I decided the best thing was just to be straightforward. After all, the man was cupping my wet crotch. "Aren't you gay?"

He laughed an honest laugh, obviously not offended, but also obviously entertained. "Oh, I see, when Jonathan introduced me as his 'partner', you assumed we were partners in all senses of the word?"

"Well, yeah! Aren't you?"

"No - we're best friends, going way back, and we love being in business together. But he's in a relationship with another man, and I'm, well, as straight as they come. And I've been barely able to keep my cock in my pants, watching you strut around the bakery in your cute little outfits."

"Oh, really?" I said flirtateously, grinding myself into his hand. "Well, the feeling is mutual - if I hadn't thought you were gay, I would have been throwing myself at you all this time." 

His fingers now worked their way inside my panties, and as he touched my clit, skin to skin, I arched my back and moaned. He pushed the marzipan back into my mouth again, and began moving it in and out. I loved the taste, as well as the suggestive motion. As he slid a finger into my pussy, he pulled the candy cock out once and for all, and I watched as he reached for the chocolate syrup. He held it high in the air above me, slowly tipped up the bottle, and drizzled just a few drops into my mouth, then more onto my chest, which he quickly attacked with his tongue.

I reached for his belt, and then his zipper, and then his boxers, freeing him one layer at a time from his clothes. I didn't want to hurry the fabulous finger-fucking he was giving me, but I also wanted access to his cock. As he slid two and then three fingers into me, stretching my tight pussy and pumping it faster, I took the syrup bottle from his other hand, poured some of the sweet, sticky liquid onto my hand, and began stroking his half-erect cock.

"I suppose I should let you lick that off my cock?" he whispered in my ear as I ground my pussy onto his fingers.

"Oh, yes, please. Will you let me?"

He answered by pulling his fingers out of me and gently pushing me down to my knees. I quickly took his whole length into my mouth, savoring the taste of the chocolate along with the salty sweat from his skin. He took hold of my hair, and I began quickly moving back and forth on his cock, the chocolate flavor gradually disappearing as he grew in my mouth. I would have been happy to have him cum in my mouth, but he obviously had other plans, and pulled me to my feet.

He pulled my shirt over my head and my skirt down to the floor, leaving me in my 34C bra and matching lacy panties. He then pulled his own shirt over his head, so that he was now naked. Seeing his body was a huge turn on, but nothing compared to what he did next. He hoisted me up onto the counter, and then went to the refrigerator, coming back with a can of whipped cream. Before I could either protest or beg, he pulled my left breast out of the bra cup, shot a load of whipped cream onto it, and devoured it. As soon as he had cleaned off that breast, thoroughly licking and nibbling my nipple to make sure he had gotten all of it, he proceeded to do the same with the other breast.

When he was done there, he pulled off my panties, and reached again for the chocolate syrup, and very slowly drizzled a line from my navel down to my pussy. When the liquid hit my clit and then slipped between my pussy lips, I jumped with pleasure. "Please, eat me out," I begged him, but before the words were even out of my lips, he had started.

He traced the line of chocolate, tickling my navel with his tongue and then making his way to my clit. He licked in steady strokes from my tingling, engorged clit down to my pussy lips, occasionally darting his tongue into me. I let my weight fall back onto the big bakery work table, leaving my exposed pussy completely at his mercy. As he brought me to ever higher levels of pleasure, I involuntarily clamped my thighs around his head, and had my first orgasm in this position, his tongue now darting in and out of me quickly as his thumb manipulated my clit.

As soon as I had recovered, he helped me off the table, and when I was back on my feet, held me in a passionate embrace, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his hard cock against my body, and knew that I wanted to feel it inside me. This time I was going to choose the position, and I knew it would be one that would please him. Ending our intense kiss, I spun around, putting my forearms down on the table, and looking back at him over my shoulder. "Fuck me, Jake - I want you to take me from behind with that big cock of yours."

He responded quickly, but teased me at first, just rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy. I began bucking against him, trying to make him enter me, but he was stubborn, and I realized I wouldn't have him inside of me until I gave up control. I stopped moving, and he thrust into me, bottoming out in his first stroke. His cock was the biggest I had ever had inside of me, and the feeling of fullness almost brought me to another orgasm instantly.

Perhaps sensing the intensity of my feelings, he didn't move right away, but instead left his cock buried deep inside of me. As my pussy muscles began to pulsate around him, he reached around and took both of my breasts in one of his big strong hands, kneading them gently. Our movements then began simultaneously. As my pussy stretched a bit to accommodate him, he began stroking in and out of me, slowly at first, but then more quickly and with more length on each stroke. He brought his other hand around my torso as well, and with one breast in each hand, kept us moving together as our fucking reached a feverish pace. 

He now let my breasts go, and positioned himself to take complete control. He used both hands to gently gather my long hair, which had been hanging loose, until he had it into a ponytail, which he then held with his left hand. His right hand again reached around my torso, but this time found my clit. As he continued to fuck me, he now controlled our pace by his hold on my hair, and brought me quickly to the verge of a powerful orgasm by fingering my clit. I had never let a man grab me by the hair before, but I found that I enjoyed letting go of control, leaving him in charge of our motions together, and even enjoyed the slight pain of the occasionally stronger tug.

He was now furiously fingering my clit, and I could tell he was about to cum. I let myself go, bucking wildly underneath him, just before he shot his load deep inside of me. He slowed significantly after he came, but he continued to stroke my pussy gently, which only prolonged the wave of pleasure that I was riding. When he finally pulled out of me, I could feel our combined juices trickle down my inner thigh as I collapsed in exhaustion onto the table.

After we pulled on our clothes, we both laughed at the mess we had left - splotches of whipped cream, drops of chocolate syrup, and a pool of cum. We diligently cleaned up the kitchen, knowing that Jonathan would have a heart attack if he saw it like this.

"So, as long as we tidy up afterwards, what do you say we do this again sometime?" Jake asked me with a wink.

"Sounds yummy. And can I help with the erotic baking from now on?"

"Oh, yeah - as long as you let me watch you work!"



In The Evening



It was hot, the middle of summer in the city and so, I had the window pulled open, the curtain was drawn but he was still there, stood in front of me, naked to the waist, the usual smirk on his face.

"You're so predictable." I said, laughing. Aware that deep down I wasn't quite sure what the next step was. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and jabbed him playfully in the belly. "That grin doesn't fool me."

"No, Ma'am?" he arched an eyebrow, rolling his hips forward, his lips parted.

"No." I stepped back and planted my hands on my waist. "I know how much you love to give up eventually. I know how hard it makes your dick when you get on your knees for me."

He said nothing but his eyes flickered downward then back up to meet mine. "And I know how wet you get when I do." He said, wolfish.

I laughed again, louder this time, my head tilting to the side. "Take off your jeans and boxers. I want you." My hand curled around his waist and I planted another kiss on his mouth, evoking a low moan from him; He kissed back, harder than before, his hand flat against my back.

"Of course." He said, his breathing heavy. Another kiss landed on my nose.

"You're spoiling my dommely dommeliness, you know." I pouted, my finger and thumb trapping his nipple, the pressure gentle. "I'm meant to be terrifying." I purred.

"You are." The metal on his belt clinked and he kicked his jeans into a corner. "Terrifying how cute you are," another kiss landed on my shoulder and I batted him on the bottom. "Terrifying how easy I become when I'm with you. I'm excited." He continued. 

I smiled, my hand curling around his semi erect cock. "I know that." I said, pulling him nearer, my hand gripping tighter. "Now, lie on the floor."

He nodded, the breath catching in his throat and he clicked his heels playfully.

"Good." I squatted at his feet and watched him, his chest rising and falling gently. "You'll be polite and do just as I ask. I know you always are but I just want to clarify tonight seeing as you're feeling so frisky, pet." My hand fell to the thick curve of his thigh. "Clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He nodded, exhaling, the breath hitting my cheeks, making my lips ache for his.

"Good." I said, "Also, no Ma'am tonight, Mimi will do."

He nodded, "Yes."

I stood and watched him breathing, looking at him look at the ceiling, becoming more nervous as the silence spun out, desperately trying to focus. It, as ever, made me wet and the way he did so would fuel my fantasies, night after night. I paced a little, down the length of his body, stopping once or twice to run my hand over his belly, my fingers catching the hair there or to run my thumb over his lips when he tried to speak.

"I like just looking at you, you know that?" I knelt next to him and cupped his cheek. "My beautiful boy." I bent and kissed him, nibbling at his lip. "You seem calm now."

He nodded, his eyes closed, a smile curled upward. "I am." He replied, "So calm, Mimi. I love how this makes me feel." He said.

"What," I asked, "kink?"

"Being objectified. I like how you grope me and look at me. I love that hunger in your eyes."

"I know. I love to watch you drink it up, gasping for it you big slut." I bent my head and kissed him again, my hand sinking back between his thighs. Once more, he moaned into my mouth. I didn't flinch, I rubbed faster, my fingers gentler than before, my mouth still brushing his. "Tell me." I said, "That cock. Whose is it?"

"Yours Ma'am. Your cock."

"I thought we said no Ma'am, tonight?"

His eyes flew open and he stuttered, "I'm sorry. I forgot, I-"

"Shh." Another kiss followed and I sat up, watching his face as I touched him, edging him slowly, every gasp and moan making me wetter than before.

"You're not going to come yet. Just hold it." I ran my finger over the small space of skin between his balls and his dick. "Tonight is about my enjoyment. Watching you, using you, objectifying you."

More sighs came punctuated by tiny nods, his head thrown back in pleasure. I smiled to myself, my clit throbbing. Standing, I pulled my underwear off, throwing them next to Sven's jeans. He watched rapt, his breath coming short and quick, still silent, anticipation shrieking over his flesh, his cock twitching.

"Now," I stood with my legs spread, my feet either side of his shoulders. "You know what I want, don't you?" I said, rubbing his cheek with my foot.

"Yes. M'a-mmmmhgn." He caught himself, just in time and I laughed, ignored it. His eyes fell closed again and he nuzzled my arch. "I think I do."

"Good." I ran my foot down his jawline, planting it squarely on his shoulder. "I think you can start by staying where you are. I shoudn't need to tie you up." I beamed down at him, sitting gently on his belly, my knees resting on the carpet. His hands rose up to my thighs and I smirked at him, one eyebrow raised. "Now, now." I chided, batting his hands away with a flourish of my own, "You know better than that." My fingers pressed his wrists gently into the carpet then I leant forward, kissing him again. "Eager." I breathed, my mouth meeting his, our breathing tangling over our faces. "I like that."

"I know." Another smile and he planted his hand on my bottom. "I like that."

I laughed, stretching out against him, my dress creasing against his flesh. "I know you do and you'll have plenty of time to spend with it later, but for now, my sweetness, I would be very happy to take that fine ass of yours over to the sofa."

He nodded, stretching up onto his elbows. "Did you just...change your mind?" his voice was tainted with surprise.

"And why not? I can if I like." I shrugged, raking my fingers over his chest, "I was going to rub my feet over you, trample you with my freshly pedicured arches but I am too impatient for that now, I think." I rubbed him on the shoulders. "If you will be so kind my darling, I'd like to hurt you and fuck you instead. Yes?"

Sven nodded, "You know I'm always prepared to suffer for you."

I laughed, shaking my head. As usual, he was being melodramatic. "Always? You know that's not true."

"You calling me a liar?" Sven pouted, his eyes still glittering. I nodded. "Well then," he continued, "At least I'm telling you pretty lies." His hand ran up my arm, "I know you like that thought; of hurting me and fucking me when I don't want it."

"Hell. Yes." I cupped his face and kissed him harder, "So hot. More please."

"Maybe I'd cry, too." He breathed, helping me up, walking awkwardly toward the sofa, one arm hooked around me.

"Perfect." The word pressed against his mouth. I pushed him down and sat next to him, my legs in his lap. "And maybe," the words came out broken, punctuated by kisses, heavier now as the fantasy bloomed between us. "Maybe I wouldn't show any sign of stopping." I teased.

"Really?" Sven's hand was working at the buttons on my dress, deftly, like a hundred times before. "Not even if I promised to be exceptionally good."

"You're always good." I let the thin cotton fall away and sat up, unhooking my own bra. "That's why I keep you."

"Thank you." He said, the faintest blush washing over him, his palm cupping my breast. Somewhere in the apartment, pipes ticked and distant voices laughed. "All I want to do is make you happy."

"You do, silly." I hooked my arms around his neck, pulling myself into his lap. "Now, less talk, more trousers." I ground myself against him and he obliged, his hand edging into my underwear.

He started slow, dipping between my thighs into my pussy and then, higher rubbing my clit in tiny circles, his cock pressed against my thigh. I moaned appreciatively and then slid off into the cushions, his fingers never leaving me as I moved. With the other hand, he pulled my underwear off and dropped them, his eyes watching my face and then, his hand at work between my thighs. I smiled, pushing my shoulders into the back of the sofa.

"You're so dedicated, I- oh..." My eyes flew open and I ground faster against his hand, "Oh, sugar, right there. Right there, carry on, oh! Baby, please..." the words tailed off, giving way to sighs and moans and the weight building in my belly and skating down my thighs. One leg fell to the floor and the other, driven by a sudden flash of desire hooked over Sven's shoulder. "Your mouth." I ordered, "Use your mouth, I want your tongue against my clit, baby."

With a barely audible groan, he fell once more to the new commands, his hand against my thigh, his hot, skilled tongue edging over my clit. Tiny waves of pleasure washed over me then; down the backs of my thighs; my neck tingled, my toes curled. The cocky verbosity I'd had sank back into the recesses of my brain again, all I could think was how good he felt, how much I wanted him, my beautiful man.

"Babe, stop."

"What?" he looked up, his cheeks glittering with my juices. "Why? Are you okay?"

I nodded, "I want to drag this out a little." I leant forward and licked his cheek, making him giggle. I twisted it into a kiss, standing, walking toward the bedroom.

"I want to spread out, pet. Be more comfortable." He stepped around the coffee table, dragging his hand across his chin, grinning like he was still hungry. "Come on. I still want to have you make cute noises for me." I urged.

"Noises?" He fell back onto the bed and I followed, crawling onto him. "What do you mean?" I bit him and, on cue, he let out a low mewl.

"Like that, pup. Don't fake it, though. It's a bit porny."

He threw his palm over his face and moaned loudly, "Like that you mean."

"Haha. You're so silly. Exactly like that." I twisted his nipple and another higher moan escaped his lips. "That's it." I rubbed the flesh and lay next to him, my fingers running languidly over his body, listening to his breathing, my body pressed against his.

"I like that." I smiled up at him and ground my hip into his palm.

"I know." Another kiss landed on my cheek. "Making you happy tonight. I know you had a bad day."

"You're so cute." I kissed him again, my fingers raking across his chest before my hand fell flat, I sat up and straddled him. "Love you." I pushed my bottom against his hardening cock and dug my nails into his chest again. A great rushing in the dark followed, air through teeth. My chest fluttered, lightening, the breath catching in my throat. I drew my fist back, the desire rising in my chest, the blood rising in my cheeks, like I would laugh and cry at once , crackling with desire, landing a dull thud to his chest, drawing a low moan from him and more breaths in the dark.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." His words fluttered around me as I leant forward, kissing him again wanting to drink him in, to keep him safe, to show him, somehow just how much I loved him; to make my love show in every bruise I gave him.

"Again." I said, half questioning, "You'll take that for me?"

"Twice." He said.

"Hmm, being cocky?" I asked, a smile curling upward.

"Yes, Ma'am." He laughed.

I slapped him squarely across the cheek, my hand sliding to his throat. I placed no pressure on him but the touch was enough, making him arch his back, his knees drawing up a little.

"Who do you belong to?" the words came out lower, breathier than I'd intended.

"You, Mimi." He answered. I ran my thumb over his jaw, just to watch him move toward it.

"Yes, pet." I kissed him on the cheek. "And tonight, your only job is to fuck me, are we clear?" I said.

He nodded, his eyes watching me, the shadows lengthening around him. "Of course, sweetness."

"And this dick?" I asked, kissing his mouth softly, pushing his hair from his face, "What's that for?"

"Your pleasure." He said, his arm curling around me. "Your delight."

I laughed. "It is. And this tongue?" I said, gripping his jaw, sitting up, "Did a pretty fine job."

The blood rose in his cheeks again and he rolled his eyes. "Thank you."

I moved off him and stretched out, the cool sheets bliss against my legs. I curled my fingers around his length and pulled him back to life, a soft moan escaping his lips. His eyelids fluttered as he sank against the pillows, smiling, sinking. Then I turned back to his cock, my tongue flicking over the glittering tip, my eyes watching his face. Another shudder and he was exactly as I wanted him, hard and expectant, full of adoration.

"Don't you dare come." I said, matter of fact. "I like you too much on the edge."

His brow creased like paper and I pulled at his cock again, my fingers running over the tip. I could have gone on then, edging him nearer and nearer, making him hold back, but I was wet and needy and turned on by the vision of him trying so very hard to be obedient. I swung my leg over him, my palms planted on his chest like stars, edging into position before pushing against him, making him fill me at just the angle I liked, leaning forward, my body pressed against his, my moves languid, planting kisses on his face.

"Meet me." I said, "Do the little circles I like, sweetie." I kissed his neck. "You know how I like that."

"This?" He looked up at me, wide eyed, questioning, his hips moving in slow circles.

"Mm, yes." I sat up, my nails pressing harder into his chest, focusing on nothing but the dark and the feel of him inside me. "Just as you're doing." My breathing came heavier, more ragged, and beneath me, Sven groaned. "Uh, babe, so good." I said, urging him onward, moving faster. My back arched and I leant back in the dark, my hands planted against his thighs, listening to his groans in the dark.

"Stay still." I breathed. "Let me use you. Let me fuck you harder."

And, as ever, beneath me, his eyes locked on me, Sven did just as he was told. I felt the familiar weight again, the building shiver or orgasm beginning to build within me and I leant forward, my hand around his throat as I rode him and then, in the thundering dark of orgasm, my face pressed into his neck and my body moved flat against his.

I heard him groan and I opened my eyes, moving off him, my hands curled around his arm. "So good, baby." I sighed heavily and curled my hands around his straining cock. "You're ready now?" I asked, my voice a sing song. "You'd like to come for me?" Another nod came from him, his eyes flying open, his features twisted.

"Please, please, please." He gasped, "I can't..." the words came between deep, focused breaths, ""I can't-"

"Oh really?" My eyebrow arched and I ran my fingers, as lightly as I could over his slick flesh. "Not at all?" my tongue darted out, lapping a tiny bead of pre-cum from him.

"No. Baby, really, I am, I am..." he tailed off again, looking at me with beseeching eyes.

"I'm tired now though." I said. "and I like you too much like this." I stroked his face tenderly, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "All sweaty and worked up."

He let out and loud grunt, looking up and me and laughing through gritted teeth, ground himself against the sheets.

"Don't you dare!" I swatted him off the bottom, twisting him over, pinning his wrists to the bed. "Not until I say so." More laughter followed and I switched on the light on the nightstand. "Wouldn't even take that long, would it?"

He shook his head as we kissed. "No."

"Just a few strokes." I sat between his thighs, watching him as I touched him. My hand working in long, slick strokes, curling around the head of his cock, "Harder?" It was less of a question, more of a statement as I moved my hand faster then stopped, squeezing hard, making him cry out as he came, his hands twisting into the sheets, his legs shaking. I sped up again, watching him shiver and thrash and finally, grow still under my touch, his chest heaving.

"Look at you." I whispered, leaning forward and kissing him again, biting his lip. "So perfect." He sat up and I rolled off the bed.

"You too."

"I like it when you're cocky." I flicked a towel at him, sinking back onto the creased sheets. "Makes getting you hot and sweaty and begging so much more fun." I lay out against him, our fingers knotting together.

"Hmm. I like it when you get fiery. Are you okay? Do you need anything else?" He looked down, pushing my hair over my shoulder, his toes wriggling in front of me.

"Water." I said, letting the towel drop to the floor. "And a fresh t-shirt. I think there's one in the dryer."

"Okay. That's all?" He moved out gently from under me and stood up. "Nothing else."

"Just those. And whatever else you want." I answered, rubbing his thigh, "Then come back for cuddles."

He nodded, turning in the doorway, "Of course."



In the Exam Room



Seated on the toilet with her hands between her legs, sweating, she paused to pull her underwear all the way off and sniffed her fingers and thought, this is the second time today... She wanted to keep going after she came but she had a patient coming in so she wiped herself and dressed- white v-necked scrub top and white bell skirt. Then she washed her hands, soaping them three times to get rid of the pungent stink of her cunt.

It was a tiny practice in a cramped building with shag carpets and dim lighting. She did most of the examinations herself while the doc sniffed Oxycontin and passed out in his office. The patient was a skinny 18 yr. old boy. After a slight hesitation he answered 'no' when asked if he was sexually active. He was definitely nervous when she asked him to remove his boxers. He was already half-hard when he took them off. Nice cock. It looked like he'd trimmed his pubes. He was silent and he said nothing and avoided eye contact. When she lightly cupped his ballsack with a gloved hand he became rock-hard. He was sweating. She gently worked his sack with her fingers. It was so quiet she could hear his shallow breaths. He was trying not to make any sounds.

"I'm gonna take a quick sample okay?" He didn't respond. Now she had her fingers circled around the base of his cock and a tiny bead of precum seeped out. She stroked the shaft a little bit and he let out a low moan and she grabbed a plastic cup with her other hand. He looked like he was trying desperately not to shoot. She got the cup in front of his cock right as he came, a massive initial spurt that splashed over the rim of the cup and onto her wrist. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed and he moaned again, slightly louder, as she caught the rest of his load in the cup. She made sure to squeeze out every last drop. He looked kinda like he was in a state of shock. His cock was starting to go limp. She changed her cum-stained gloves and wiped her wrist off.

"I understand that this is an embarrassing procedure and you may not want to talk to anyone about it and that's okay."

After he left she looked once more at the huge load he'd deposited (mostly) in the cup, then tossed it in the hazardous waste disposal box.

The next day one of her patients was a short, skinny 18 yr. old girl with big tits and big glasses. She answered 'yes' when asked if she was sexually active. The girl didn't hesitate when asked to strip down. Her tits were perfect. She had cute blue underwear. She bent over and stepped out of them and stood back up. The lips of her pussy looked clean-shaven but above that her dark bush ran riot. She asked the girl to turn around and bend over the examination table. The girl did so. With a gloved finger she gently poked at the girl's asscheeks. Then she spread them a little bit so she could see the girl's asshole.

"Ok I'm gonna do a brief exam try to relax."

She took a step back to get the surgical lubricant. The girl's huge tits were pressed against the examination table beneath her. She couldn't see the girl's face. She lubed up a finger and when she gingerly pressed it up against the girl's anus she heard the girl take in a deep breath.

"Just relax."

The girl's asscheeks quivered as she slowly worked her finger into the hole. The only sound was the faint breathing of the girl. She had her finger in all the way. She was thinking about sticking another one in but instead she finished the exam and when the girl left she masturbated right there in the exam room, standing up and leaning back against the table, until she squirted all over the floor. She didn't feel like cleaning up the mess but she did.

The next day. A tall, skinny eighteen yr. old boy who was clearly stoned. He answered 'uh does getting head count?' when asked if he was sexually active. His cock was huge and curved slightly upwards. When she started working his cock and balls he closed his eyes and let his head fall back a little bit and wouldn't stop letting out these quiet little moans. 

When she could tell he was getting close she slipped a greased & gloved finger into his asshole and his whole body tensed and he took in one huge breath and the next instant a shot of jizz hit her in the face, right between the eyes. Then he shot on the floor, on the table, on her shirt, on the counter, on a cabinet, on a pile of medical charts. "I caaa-" he tried to say but instead he just kept cumming. The last shot landed deep in her cleavage. The boy looked like a deer in headlights for a second then he let out another breath and let his head fall back again. She wiped a huge gob off jizz off the bridge of her nose. After he left she spent at least ten minutes cleaning up the rest of his load. The next day she found a spot she'd missed, cum dried on the label of a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

There was a college intern at the office named Jane X. One time she'd asked the girl why she kept smiling and the girl replied "Ever get your ass eaten out for breakfast?" When Jane asked her if she could stay with her overnight in the office to help with filing bullshit she said yes without hesitating. "I got some Henny on me too," Jane said.

That night Jane called her into the doctor's personal office. She was sitting at the desk clicking around on the computer. "It's not even password protected," she said. "Check this out." She brought up a video. They were both sipping straight Hennessy. The doc wasn't a bad-looking guy, he was just always in a sickly daze. But in this video he looked good. 

He was just wearing black boxer briefs and he was snorting Oxycontin off a young woman's tits while the girl lay on the office desk. Then she turned over and he snorted a line off her ass. Then he pulled his cock out and the girl started jerking him off and licking his balls. Then she sucked his cock for a while and he put his hand around the back of her head and started fucking her mouth. He did that for a while. When he stopped and pulled his dick out a line of saliva ran from the girl's mouth and she gasped for air. Her face was flushed. He let her catch her breath then he fucked her face some more, even harder. Her face was all red and she kept gasping for air. He pulled out and she bent over the desk and he slapped his cock against her asscheeks a few times before he stuck it in her pussy. She moaned loudly when it was in all the way. He remained quiet and looked very focused. He was fucking her so hard the motion of his hips was blurry. He was grabbing the girl's tits and she had one hand between her legs and she came very loudly.

He fucked her a little more then he pulled out and she got down on her knees and he leveled his cock directly in front of her face and was jerking furiously and all of a sudden he moaned loudly and shot a huge spurt on her forehead, then her lips, her cheeks, her hair, her nostrils, and her chin. He exhaled loudly as he squeezed the last few drops out on her forehead then he stuck his dick back in her mouth and she sucked it some more. Then the video ended. All of a sudden it was very quiet. Her underwear were all wet and she could see Jane's nipples standing out against her shirt. Jane was smiling. Then the dim lights grew dimmer and she thought she heard Jane laughing-

When she opened her eyes she was naked but for her underwear. They were wet with pee. She was in a chair with her hands lashed behind her back and her ankles tied. They were still in the office. Jane X stood before her, naked but for a g-string and a black bandanna hiding the lower half of her face. Jane stepped forward and pulled her soiled underwear off and wiped her down. "I've cleaned up worse," Jane said, and started sucking on her nipples. Jane stood up and pulled off her g-string. She was completely shaved. "Oh and sorry I drugged your Henny," she said. Jane's ass loomed in front of her face. Jane was reaching back and spreading her cheeks. Jane X's asshole stared back at her. "Lick it," Jane said. She did so. She had never licked an asshole before and it made her pussy wet. She clenched her legs together and worked her tongue into Jane's hole while Jane played with her clit. Jane screamed when she came. Jane's ass bucked wildly back into her face. Her own clit was throbbing. Jane reached down and picked up the empty Henny bottle. Then she felt the tip of the bottle pressing against her asshole and Jane kept it there and bent forward and pulled down the bandanna and lapped at her clit and she came in Jane's mouth.

Later, getting dressed, Jane X said to her, "We should do this again. Maybe I won't drug you next time."

END