0 comments/ 3476 views/ 0 favorites Curiousity Ch. 05-09 By: TheThoth Part 5: Misinterpretation She had no time to think; her panties were approaching full blast,and with her little oral performance, she was already turned on, enough that this thing was going to give her a screaming orgasm. Without hesitation, she shoved her husbands cock down her throat. The look on his face had been priceless. "-but you said-" was all he could muster as the base of his dick slid all the way down her throat. His body lurched. She knew he was already close from before . She had to get him off and quickly; he'd be out of it for a couple of seconds and wouldn't notice the strange sex toy giving his wife a crazy body melting orgasm. The first wave pulsed through her thighs, up to her knees. She reached up and stroked his balls, all the while throating him as deep as she could. The second wave hit her, and she fell forward on her knees a little. "Oh God...I'm going to..." he proclaimed, the pressure in his palms against the back of her head and neck undoubtedly involuntary. She was coming too, despite her best efforts. She felt it in her stomach first, then her pelvis, then the waves of orgasm had started, that prickly little "you're standing at the edge of a cliff ...don't you want to jump," sensation you get when looking down over the precipice. Her mind was racing "Who, who is it...whose doing this to me?" she nearly said out loud. Her mind flashed from event to event over the last two days. Was it Deputy Drippy Dick, the UPS man, that awful soccer mom who had divulged her orgasmically challenged life over the last round of beers the night before? No, none of those seemed right. "Oh God," she moaned, seemingly appropriate for the moment - sitting on her knees, coming harder than she'd ever felt before stroking her husbands erection nearly begging for his semen. But it wasn't waves of orgasm that made her call out to her maker. She'd started thinking about the tape, that sexy lurid masterpiece she now knew her husband hadn't filmed. She thought of her naked, tanned body laying flat on the bed, ass up in the air fucking herself nearly in two. She thought about some lurid stranger standing behind her, a faceless dark image of a sex crazed maniac. She wondered if he'd taken out his dirty dick, rubbed it while watching her fuck her tight little pussy. The real orgasm took her over. Timing was everything in life, and her husband started to come just after she had. Those tiny spurts at first, the ones that go the furthest distance, that sting your skin if you're too close, the pulse in tune with her hand and mouth. The warm sensation in her pelvis had melted through her core and it was all she could do not to groan like a woman being stabbed to death. Something had to control her grunts and groans, hide the fact that she was coming all over a pair of sex vibrating rubber panties that a perfect stranger had given her, and she then masturbated with all afternoon. Her skirt was yanked up around her waist. When had she done that? She didn't care - she ran her palms down against her thighs, exposing the bottom of her new undergarment just a bit as she started moving her hips in turn with the pulse of her body. She shoved his cock back down her throat, the second wave of his ejaculation spurting hard in her mouth, dripping from the sides...the final burst of her orgasm ripped through her body. She was no longer in control of her hips or ass, she was bucking wildly fucking some unseen entity. She leaned further into her husbands pubis as his cock,now down her throat again, coming that last wave of semen, oozing the multitude of hot liquid spunk down the inner walls of her throat. The momentary break from her search for Mr Mystery was over, her mind was racing again, even there on the floor, sitting on her knees in front of her limp cock'd husband, come starting to run out from underneath her rubbery new undergarment. "What got into you?" he said quizzically, trying to catch his breath. It looked like he was starting to remember all of his consonant and vowels again. "I just love you," she said absently, it hit her...oh God, it hit her hard just how cruel it seemed to so easily pacify him with some sweet talk and a blow job, all the while hating him a little for not understanding what just had happened. How hard she'd come, how different that encounter had been for her, and him, than any other in their history. It dawned on her that it was easy to go from pity to anger with him, and that she'd been doing it all along - only more passively, somehow writing off each instance with some alliteration of "that's just what happens to married couples." When had this started? She had been so furiously, stupidly, giddily happy, even just a few months ago... "God, what a whore you are..." she thought, catching herself in a guilty moment of conscious. There she was, somehow blaming her husband for her own illicit acts and consequences. After all, it had been she who had the fierce and long standing need to come every fifteen seconds like some horny teenage boy, it had been she who needed the very expensive sex toy, and then was so in need to get off that she'd forgotten to lock the door so some pervert could sneak in and watch her masturbate so furiously that she hadn't even noticed there was someone there. But wait, that wasn't true was it, she was on film long before her ending up naked on the bed - glass dildo shoved deep inside. "So it's some creep then?" she wondered...but it didn't make sense. This wasn't some dumb hick. This had taken planning, he had known where to be every step of the way. Out of sight, out of mind. This was someone very interested in her, not just some amazingly well timed candid camera moments. So it was back to who...she didn't know anyone in town, not really, not on any sort of intimate level other than sharing a drink or flirting a little to get out of some speeding ticket and a night in the drunk tank. There had been the pesky PTA queen, but she wasn't the type...not the masterminding, sexually aggressive type; she'd spent the evening discussing her hot new "spin cycle" and having to clean up her puddle before it drained down into her fresh whites. The UPS guy seemed unlikely, she'd seen him twice during the first two days they had been there - once to get her husband's new camera, drop shipped from whatever dot com he'd ordered it from, and the second time had been just an envelope with some papers from the insurance company. There had been a couple of week gap from the first two deliveries, to the last and it wasn't likely that he'd developed some super sex crush over the sporadic twenty second interactions with her. "So who, who who who?" she couldn't take her mind off it. It had only been a minute or so of sitting there having the post-sex chit chat with her husband, but she felt like it'd been hours. There just wasn't anyone else, the only other person she'd met was her husband's work-chum Arny, but that was just a twenty second introduction when she'd taken his lunch to her husband one afternoon in a vein attempt to reconnect with him during the move. Arny wasn't odd - in fact, he was only oddly very normal. His very average frame complimented his very average face and very average hair and very average everything else. In fact, she'd considered that he was gay; she'd looked good that day she went to deliver lunch, and Arny didn't give here a second glance or so much as a courtesy wave when she'd left. "It's just some guy," she mouthed the words silently, watching her husband turn on the water for the shower. Had she really just had a complete post-coital lovey dovey session with her man while on autopilot? "Jesus, he really doesn't understand me," she thought shaking her head, still sitting on her knees as her husband pulled the shower door closed behind him. He was prattling on about some amazing factoid from his day, all the while she sat there on the floor getting angrier and angrier. "Christ," she thought "at least the pervert makes an effort, at least he knows how to get a girl off..."she lamented momentarily until: the rubber panties roared back to life. Part 6: Damaged It was cold the next morning, not out of character for the area, she supposed...but it was a stark contrast to the warm mornings, hot afternoon and sultry evenings of the last two weeks. "Price you pay, she grumbled, alluding to the fact that for living in hope that summer will last forever and fall will never fall was always going to lead to disappointment. She'd stayed in bed late, as the night before had worn her out. It had taken all she could to conceal her massive orgasm from her husband, a fact that he'd never appreciate even if he did know just how much she'd kept from him. It was odd, it occurred to her, that she'd experienced such a range of emotion and affection to her husband over the last twenty four hours. "Circle of shit," she mumbled into the empty room "Apathy, Fear, Adoration, Lust and back to Apathy in just a day." He'd gotten up early that morning, when the blue light wouldn't be giving way to golden rays of sunshine for hours - and she had laid there wide-eyed and disgusted watching him get ready, never once noticing her as she sat there in the silence of the pale morning light. Funny thing was, he was certainly convinced that she was as hot for him as ever, first with the amazing mystery blow job, and then again as he got out of the shower. She curled her knees up tighter to her chest as she recalled the last events of the evening, lying there in the cold sheets and warm comforter, naked and curled in her little ball. The vibration had gone off a second time, catching her off guard. It was an intense and hard pattern of vibration - one undoubtedly designed as the grand finale of a series of crescendo pattern vibration cycles. This one was instant and hard. If she hadn't studied it so intricately to understand that it was impossible, she'd have sworn that the little black nub that had been pushed up almost inside her, the indentation cradling her swollen pink sensitive clitoris, was actually moving in and out of her. "It doesn't let you get away," she'd thought. The last of the orgasms had been too much - she wasn't ready, and anxiously scurried to pull the panties off before she passed out. The catch was, black rubber panties don't pull off so easily if you've been sweating and coming all over them for the last half an hour. The motion of pulling them back and forth so furiously to work them down over her hips had made it worse - the little black nub shifting with each new position torturing her swollen sore little core. She worked, and wriggled and quietly moaned there on the floor for what seemed like an eternity, but only lasted the duration of her husband's shower, trying desperately to pry the stranger's sex toy out of her her tender pink parts. She couldn't help thinking, as she lay there wriggling on the floor, that this must what it feels like to be raped, the powerless, helpless feeling as your body was worked and forced against your will. But there was no one there on top of her, not behind her greedily kneading her bare tits, pinching and biting at her flesh, no gnarled teeth or sweaty, smelly intruder - it was just her and the panties and the powerlessness - and she liked it. How could she not, she'd never experienced orgasms this intense, and it was becoming obvious that the orchestra was being conducted by someone other than her. "Oh God, what does that mean?" She sputtered the words out as she squeezed her eyes shut, drawing her knees up further into her chest. She wasn't a whore, she wasn't a slutty teenager who got off on strangers staring at her cleavage. She wasn't the woman who'd ever really considered cheating on her husband, though she would admit to entertaining several offers longer than she should have just for the attention. The evening's events continued to play, the brief question to her god only briefly interrupting the memory. She'd twisted and turned and finally had gotten the panties down around her knees, but it had taken too long. Twisted there on the bathroom floor, on her knees, leaning forward, ass up in the air was the consequence of easy movement, the constant pulse and intensity of the vibration had brought her nearly to orgasm. "It wasn't just that," she admitted to herself. It was the stranger, the idea that someone had overpowered her, beaten her, gotten down and dirty with her insides without her consent. He'd talked a good game without ever saying a word, talked to her about things that count, things that matter, made her mouth go dry and her guts go gooey without so much as an introduction. The orgasm was inevitable, and she needed it to happen, she couldn't handle everything AND the aching torture of an orgasm that close. She reached down between her legs, her ass still up in the air, fingers darting past her pink puffed little lips and inside, she was soaked...and not in that early stage soft and sticky, sweet and milky way....in that gushing, hot and hard sweaty and dirty way. She sat there on the floor furiously frigging her tight little pink hole...she was almost there, just another second. "Well if you insist..." her husbands voice shattered her concentration. She hadn't been paying attention, with the panty wrestling, the masturbation, the need to come. She hadn't noticed that he had exited the shower and had been watching her. She turned around, wide eyed as he jammed his cock inside her. She felt it first nearest her floor of her vagina first, then hard against her fingers (still furiously frigging herself) finally plunging deep inside...where you couldn't tell where he stopped and she started. He was hard - he must have liked the show. "God, not now...he doesn't deserve this..." had she really just thought it? It was awful and she instantly regretted that she was even capable of thinking it. It didn't matter, he didn't know....he pulled out almost completely and then shoved himself all the way back in, the force of his hips against her ass enough to push her forward. Her face was pushed against the door, she remembered how her mouth felt, open, teeth almost hitting the hard wood surface. His pounding was relentless. "Look at him, he doesn't care about me...he just wants to fuck someone," that unwanted voice in her head kept repeating. Harder and harder he pounded, and with each thrust, with each heave, she hated him a little more. In stark contrast to her mind, her body was in pure ecstasy. The orgasm she'd nearly had had changed, turned first down and further into her pounded slit, but then reinvigorated into something harder, dirtier...wronger...inside of her. She came first, the waves of ecstasy reverberating through her core and then out through her appendages, her toes almost sore from curling as hard as they did. Her insides constricted, the come of her own orgasm filled her with warm enveloping embrace. She felt him twitch, his pace stiffened, his body taut. "Look at him back there, little bitch is coming already" the dirty voice argued, she couldn't listen - she didn't want to be that woman, but she couldn't disagree. He was just back there fucking her like some dog. He didn't realize all of her that was right there in front of him, the goddess that he never noticed. He just wanted some hole to bang and look nice at parties. "Just fucking come already," she said without restraint...the orgasm speaking for her...no it wasn't her she thought. He looked up, clearly taken aback...she'd never said anything like that to him before. "I want your come, I need you to come all over me baby..." she manufactured, applying her best "oh, don't fuck me daddy," little girl voice. He came instantly, she felt the first tiny load spurt inside, he managed to pull out and spray the next load all over her ass. She smiled, "Ohh its so good baby...mm...that's good," she mustered. How could he believe this? How could he not see through it? "You like that baby?" He returned timidly, the last of the bass draining from his voice, his body trembling as he fell back to his knees. "I'd like to thank the Academy," it was her own voice in her head this time, not some strange foreign cruel voice...it was all her. She enjoyed the power she held over him, it hadn't been his choice to blow his load, she'd made that happen. The next few minutes were spent executing the rituals of post-honeymoon marriage. They absently both agreed that there was no need to go out to dinner, "which is pathetic, you fuck me and you won't even buy me dinner," she mused...but ultimately wasn't in any physical shape to argue, and had conceded. There was the brushing of teeth, the changing of clothes, the exchanges of affection that were almost inert stock statements rather than genuine expression of adoration or even lust - and then the lights turned out and she was left with her thoughts. So many circled in her mind; Who was the Mystery Man, how had she become the sex queen and her husband her little gimp?... but the one that kept occurring to her was "I wonder if he's filming us right now?" followed by "If I weren't so sore, I'd jerk myself off again.." The nights events were concluded, and now that blue hued early morning light had given way to the white light of sunshine concealed by clouds and a little light fog, she was still sore and still just as confused as the night before. The phone at her nightstand rang, she lie there for a moment contemplating whether or not she had the strength for a conversation with her husband about "how hot" the night before had been, for him of course. She finally decided that she'd pick up, only so that he'd have his ego stroking and then leave her alone to her mystery for the rest of the day. So she was surprised to see "Unknown Number" in the ID window... Part 7: Introductions Her insides knotted-up, and she could feel everything beneath the skin contract, almost as if she was about to get sick. The inside of her mouth was dry, and there was a hot, nearly pained feeling welling up in her stomach. "This has to be him," she said out loud, she hadn't meant to – she'd just kind of blurted it out. The phone was in her hands now, she'd absently been moving her fingers and thumb up and down the sides, feeling the cool plastic that surrounded the tiny glowing screen. The words "UNKNOWN NUMBER" were her focal point, the letters seemed squarer, more jagged than at initial glance, the cute little spring sounds ring-tone nearly drowned out by her own thoughts. It had run only three times, but it had felt like longer. She flipped up the phone, another larger screen still glowing with "Unknown Number" underneath, now joined by what was two little words that were both capable of changing her whole world: "Answer," and "Ignore." But there was little choice, what was she going to do, let it go to voice mail? What did she think, her sex-fiend stalker was just going to give up? Her finger moved, circling the little plastic button under the word answer. The fourth ring was all she could take. She clicked the button and moved the phone up to her ear. She couldn't muster a single word despite the million questions tearing through her mind. The subtle crack of static was all that broke the silence. "You seem to have enjoyed my gifts," a gravely man's voice said abruptly. Her heart skipped a beat, her worst fears and fantasies realized in seven little words. "Who the hell are you?" She started uneasily, even she could hear the lack of conviction in her tone, sounding more like some preteen girl who'd been caught in the shower by a group of older boys than the confident sexy woman she fancied herself. "I don't appreciate..." she continued. "But appreciate them is exactly what you've done...haven't you?" the voice interrupted. It was eerily calm, commanding, the question rhetorical, her answer unnecessary. She had no response ready...all she could muster, was a single spoken line. Curiousity Ch. 05-09 "What do you want from me?" her voice trembled tenuously. The mystery voice silent, she swore she could hear a smile form in the black abyss of the quiet. Her eyes raced around the room, to the windows...was he watching her now? Was he standing nearby finding some secret vantage point, most certainly enjoying his "high ground." She imagined him, dark and tall, menacing over her, hands down his pants, grasping, stroking his erect and terrible member, leering at her as she clutched her cellphone, so out of power, so lost, so needing answers she'd never get. "Ah, now that's a question, but one for you and not me," the gravely sardonic voice rose, as if from some deep buried grave – tearing through the soil and the rocks until at last the cool evening night embraced it's horrid form. "I propose we find out exactly what you want," he continued, "because it's obviously not what you have. I think I should take that away and replace it with something you truly desire." Desire? What did he know about desire, what could he understand about what she felt inside, how sick and depraved was he to assume he knew her better than she knew herself. "God, what is this?" she screamed, "What kind of sick fucked up asshole are you?" The words came off her tongue before her brain had a chance to stop them. Clearly she was provoking someone who had every advantage over her, and she was deliberately antagonizing him. "Well, that's one way to go," the sarcastic bitch in her thought...she waited anxiously for his retort... "I think you need a lesson in what you want," his enunciated every syllable, every peak and valley of the words, he'd chosen them carefully. "I don't have time for-" he didn't leave time for him to elaborate as he cut her off abruptly. "Ah, a clever girl...you're right, time is not on your side the way it is on mine." The lower and now harder gravely voice began. "For instance, in the time it takes you to dial the phone number, I'll have already sent your husband our little skin flick," he continued. "And don't you think for a minute I'll let him miss yesterday's trio of performances." His words flat against her beating heart. "What...?" she started, but had the good sense to stop min-thought. He had her, all of her, all of the tapes of what she had done, flirting with the cop, jerking off on her bed....God knows what else. Had he recorded her in the bedroom, bath, using and studying the sex panties, sucking off her husband, fucking him? Holy God, what would that look like with a little judicious editing? "The answer to all those questions is yes?" The voice chimed in sharply. Had she read her mind, was in her house and her skull? Jesus, who the fuck was this? "On to the lesson then, I trust we agree that you need one?" She bit her lip sharply, she didn't know what to do – but she understood that he couldn't be the one to control how and where and what her husband found out about all of this madness. She was on her feet, when had that happened? She was pacing, hand dragging back through her hair nervously, each stroke rubbing her palms against her feverish feeling earlobes. "Well, you got yourself into this..." the dirty voice came unexpectedly, not from the other end of the phone...but inside her mind, the one that hated her husband, the one that wanted more. "Fine...where do I meet you?" she snapped. Words were exchanged and she clicked the end-button hard, throwing her phone across the room. She stood there naked by her bed, arms folded tightly against her chest. Her curiosity about him continuing to watch her didn't matter anymore – he'd seen all he could see, the damage was done – what was another peek or two. Maybe that's all he wanted? Was it so bad to let some voyeur watch her, maybe jerk off in a dark corner of a room while she stripped-surely it couldn't be more than that. Certainly it couldn't be worse than some of the frat boy antics she encountered in college, or worse, the consequence of her husband finding out about any of it. Her internal struggle over, she searched for clothes, then keys and then locked the door shut tight behind her as she started toward town. Part 8: Abstract Distraction The ride in to town felt like it took forever. She paid little attention to the road, even making that horrid vibration sound with her tires as they veered over the white line. The sun was up and in her eyes, the air was warming, but had that cold wet bite to it and her near panting-like breathing kept fogging up the windows. "Not my day," she kept saying every time something didn't go as planned, whether it had been the botched message she'd left for her husband (explaining why she wouldn't be home until late – the first of "rules" her tormentor had given her), spilling her coffee across the seat while reaching for a cigarette, or not finding anything befitting her frantic, frazzled state."It's just not my day," seemed the most fitting description for how she felt at the moment. The truth was, despite all of the angst, all of the disgust and fear that this was going to end up being some perv park ranger with a video camera and too much free time, she was more anxious to meet the man at the other end of the phone, more anxious than afraid anyway. "Keep it cool bitch," she announced to the dashboard. She wasn't, necessarily, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she found herself thinking back to each and every erotic, cum soaked moment from the previous day, and had begun to romanticize that this man, this pervert, was somehow only interested in her best interest. "Yeah, he's like the Santa Claus of orgasms, and I'm on the nice girl list?" She chuckled to herself. Even in all of her distraction, the logical side of her kept her grounded. After all, it was likely that he'd end up being some forty year old janitor techno-phile with a receding hairline and some dumb cunt wife who refused to blow him. He was probably just bored, and she was his little side project, his distraction. Still, there was something very personal in his "gifts," in the way he'd talked to her earlier. For every written off hope that this fiend would end up being some dark prince charming, there was also a spoonful of genuine interest in his interest in her. What was it that he was doing? Why? Why her? Did they know each other? Had they met? She crossed into town at just past one in the afternoon. Despite the early hour, the streets were empty. It had been well past the lunch hour, and all those good boys and girls who didn't take sex toys and homemade porn videos from complete strangers were certainly back to work or school or cleaning carpets. She'd scribbled his directions down on a half ripped U-Haul bill, the only writable surface she could find near the nightstand. "Out off Route 4, take the 9 out of town, head left on Mills Creek and then right on RR4 – 10 miles on the left." She'd almost managed to ask what it was she was looking for when the receiver went dead. She remembered feeling silly half waiting to hear a dial-tone after the click..-something anyone over 20 would understand-but it had been a cellphone, and there was no such definitive end to the call, just a click, and silence. She was left standing there naked as a jaybird, holding a phone and her instructions, all alone, right back where she'd started. She'd found the signs all too easily, first through town, then on to Highway 9, a particularly nice stretch of road that went out through the deep woods, one of the drives that had sold her on moving out here to God's country. The 9 ended, and Mills Creek was back to civilization – first through a little no name town, you know, the ones that grow up around a Quick Stop and a car wash. Then into what looked like the outskirts of a bigger city. All of the trappings of suburban sprawl were on this road: a Target, two Mexican restaurants, signs for a Denny's some miles down the road. It was funny, she didn't know that the house was this close to all of this "culture," and had she found it on her own, she'd have treated it like some secret treasure trove of urbantopia-majora. She'd remembered to click on her trip odometer when she turned on to RR4. The miles creeped by one tenth of a mile at a time, traffic lights and cars slowing the pace to an almost unreasonable wait. Near the end, around seven and three tenths of a mile, she'd actually started honking her horn and shouting an an elderly fellow in an old beat up pickup truck who believed that turn signals were to be used at least a thousand yards before one intended to turn. "Good job, go ahead, call lots of attention to yourself, that's what you want...someone pulling you over out here on your way to meet a man whose all but told you he's going to rape you." she concluded as she took pressure off the horn. "Calm down, you're going to meet him, and see him for what he is, throw a drink in his face and walk away, nothing else," she thought in a more sane grounded moment, the odometer reading a precious one and one tenth's mile from her destination. The buildings changed out here. Gone were the new facades, the bright colored signs of commerce and good things to eat. Instead, shabby facades , and shabbier signs of businesses long since bankrupt or moved away littered the side streets and she pressed the last mile. Almost as if on queue to torture her, the road took a long hard left, the skeletal remains of businesses disappeared as she rounded the final portion of the turn, and there it was, the one building he could mean. A shabby neon sign read "Happy Time Massage," The "a" and one of the "S's" in massage were flicking. She pulled past the building at first scanning for cars, of which there were two – a rusted out old Honda Civic, and a newer Honda Del Sol – both parked at the front of near the door. There was a window, but heavy curtains obscured all but the dim glow of fluorescent lights within the building. Not so much as as a profile moved by in shadow. She drove past, nearly a mile before deciding that she had to turn around and go back. Mercifully, the sign at the door read "Customer parking in rear of building," with a shabby red arrow, drawn in what looked to be crayon or magic marker, pointing her around to the side of the building. She parked in the back, where there were three or four other cars, all vacant; was one of these his? She sat idle in the parking spot for five minutes, engine running, transmission in reverse – waiting for the boogeyman man to jump out from the darkened windows. There was a rear entrance, and she wanted to see what came out. At the five minute marker, she put her car in park and cut the engine. A thirty something, half dressed business man wandered out, tenuously at first, peering from right to left – undoubtedly scanning for signs of his boring chore of a wife. He held a little brown paper bag, and fidgeted with it nervously as he fumbled for his keys. He was nervous; it took him nearly a minute to get the door open, and another two to get the car started and pull away. After 10 minutes, no one else had exited the building and she thought that it was her best opportunity to sneak in unnoticed. She got out of her car quickly and quietly; she was impressed that she'd managed to close and lock the car with so minimal a noise. She walked straight to the door, and noticed that there had been a second, screen door blocking the otherwise open orifice into the dark building. She reached out, hands shaking, and pulled the screen door open. It creaked, and she could feel her teeth gnash. It took all she could to step inside, but she had convinced herself that it was the only way to deal with all of this. The inside of the building was very different from the outside. The window up front must have been some closed off office or false window; there wasn't a fluorescent light to be found. Instead dimly lit halogens lined the empty hall. There were a series of closed doors with a beautiful, ornate, free-standing dressing screen at the end. To her left and right were big overstuffed chairs, and she fancied that she'd walked straight into the waiting room. There were plants too, exotic big leafed wonders beside each door and in the corners, and the room smelled of ginger and eucalyptus. After a moment of standing there motionless, she sat; there had been nothing else to do, and the last thing she was in the mood for was exploring the closed doors to find out what was behind them. A woman appeared from behind the screen down the hall, there must have been a door behind it. She was a pretty Asian woman at first glance, long hair, sharp features, wearing a silken red robe tied at the waist with some other type of dressing gown underneath. The woman stared at her blankly from down the hall for just a moment, then said something to whomever was behind the screen in an indiscernible language, nodded, and then made her way towards the newly terrified occupant of the waiting room. Her phone buzzed and she was relieved instantly. Could it be some last minute "gotcha...you're on candid camera," moment, her husband, swinging into the rescue? "Sure," she thought, "I can hear it now....honey, I know you've been masturbating like a teenage boy and that led to a man video taping you, then getting you all riled up with some sexy vibrating panties and that lead to my most amazing sexual encounter with a woman ever...all of that makes perfect sense to me, thanks for the great fuck and trying to protect my feelings..." it'd sound like in this idyllic fantasy. "Wife of the year," she thought finally as the Asian woman neared. She stood up, nearly instinctively – there was no need, after all, to be rude to number one sucky here. She glanced down at her phone to see a text message. Upon further inspection, it was just two words next to the title "Unknown Number..." "Do it..." The Asian woman spoke first. "I Jade, you the new lady big man send over for job." Was this a joke? Jade, upon a closer look, wasn't all that attractive after all; she was skinny, but almost in an undernourished sort of way. Her lower jaw protruded nearly a half inch further than than her nose, and while she certainly had pretty dark eyes, there was far too much makeup. Her hair was the best part of her; it was long and black, it was certainly Jade's best feature and it looked like she knew it, having it carefully brushed and conditioned. It was nearly reflecting the pale yellow light. She had it parted down the middle, both halves falling over her thin shoulders, an obvious trick to get men to follow it down across her chest and stare at her tits. She was staring at her tits, it was working. They were nice tits, certainly fake even through the dressing gown and outer robe, her hard little man made nipple were sticking out straight...and in slightly different directions...god may let them droop, but he at least believes in symmetry. She woke from her study session, she realized she'd been staring down at Jade's chest for longer, probably, than most of the men that came in here. "Big man? - Whose that?" she responded, looking back up at Jade's face. How clever, in his zeal to get her here in this place, how could he be so careless as to tell Jade she was coming – certainly she'd have to know who he was. "I don't know...man from service...I call...he tell me he send new girl...you her?" Jade responded flatly. There was an ease in Jade's demeanor, it only then had occurred to her that Jade must have been nervous about a woman walking in here apropos of nothing. "You do men and women?" Jade asked matter of factually. "Or she wasn't nervous at all," she thought...clearly Jade was used to clientele of both genders. "Do it," the words burned in her mind, she tried to interpret the tone, she hadn't considered it before. Normally it's the sort of dull jibe that extreme athlete types shout at each other as they jump out of planes or off buildings...but coming from her stage director...it was different. It had a tone all it's own...it might have well ended with "Or Else! "I'm your girl," she told jade timidly. What would this be, what did he want her to do...was this some elaborate ploy to get a free hand job at the local jack-shack? Certainly a man of such careful plans and execute executions could muster a twenty five dollar hand job, if that's what he was after. She got the sudden and chilling feeling that she was closer to the beginning of something than the end. "Come with me, I show you ropes and take you through routine once." Jade said turning and hastily walking back toward the screen. She had to jump and then double time to catch up, the little woman darted down the hall with a purpose. "It 45% split to the house, we cover appointment service – we give you phone number but you have to buy own cards." Jade said walking behind the screen. By the time she caught up to Jade, she found herself in what looked like any ordinary stock room that the screen had been obscuring. There were racks with stacks of towels, a long hanger rod that ran the length of the room, filled with dry cleaner sleeves with clean robes underneath." The other wall was filled with hanging shelves, all mounted to the unpainted cement wall behind – the racks were filled with jars of various size and type, each having a label, all read in some foreign language she couldn't understand. "You get one clean robe per day, so take it off if you don't want to walk around covered in jizz all day," Jade continued. The words stopped her heart, she'd assumed it was a "happy ending" affair, but it was only with Jade's confirmation that she was forced to realize that it absolutely was what it seemed, but that she'd have to massage some stranger's cock if she was going to keep playing this game. "Eighty dollar for t'irty minute massage, even two hundred for happy ending." Jade finished. "And what-five hundred if they want to fuck me in the ass?" she said snidely, catching the attention of Jade clearly gathering items for her new employee. Jade's back had been turned away, but she swung around sharply, finger pointed up – the fake shitty red nails curling over her gnarled fingertips. "Listen princess – you not want to fuck, that's your b'idness...I don't care, whatever, you pay 45% to house at the end of day. We have camera in rooms, we know if you suck, fuck – whatever you charge above our rate...they pay, you pay." Jade was clearly annoyed, but this was a rehearsed speech, as terribly broken as her English was...Jade knew what she'd said to her, and was standing there waiting for answer." "Oh, we can set our prices? I was just kidding, most places have a menu....45% works great," she said. Jade nodded, looked her up and down once. "You do fine, you make lots of money for you and me...we good." She responded, the easy tone washing back into her voice quickly. Jade knew what she was doing, and this was clearly not her first new girl. "Here," Jade said, throwing a red robe fresh out of a dry cleaning bag over the shoulder to her. "You got locker number four here..." she said, standing back, opening a locker which she'd previously been covering with her body. Jade stood there motionless, finally eyes widening...clearly, she expected her to change into her robe right there and then. "Can't look like a prude," she thought – pulling her shirt off, then unbuttoning her pants, and pulling down her pants. She hadn't worn panties, and her bra snapped off with one front clasp...there she was, standing naked in front of Jade, exposed. Jade took step toward her, looking over her body in the most clinical sort of way. Jade was studying her, looking for blemishes, looking for tan lines and sun-spots, she'd run her hands down her shoulders and lifted her arms...inspecting even her armpits and then focusing on her tits. She was uncomfortable, but not necessarily ashamed. It felt as if though Jade were some doctor, her mother helping her look for some boo boo that hurt her in places unseen. Jade reached up with both hands and pinched her nipples, it took her aback at first, she hadn't expected it given the sterility of the exam thus far. Curiousity Ch. 05-09 "You got nice nipples, these real?" Jade asked, clearly returning to the more clinical exam. How interesting, she thought, this must be like water cooler talk for the sex professional. "Yep, had them all my life," she said nervously, looking anywhere but at Jade as she twisted and pulled her sore little nipples, clearly trying to tweak them into an erect state. It did make the robe look nicer after all. She was still uncomfortable, but there was something about this that turned her on a little. Maybe it was the sheer physicality, maybe it was the lie, the duality, the fact she knew something Jade didn't...and now Jade was squeezing her tits as a result, pleasuring her. She enjoyed the reversal. She looked back in Jade's eyes, a wave of confidence washing over her...the tide had come in. "Anything else you'd like to play with, or are you going to give me the tour?" Jade smiled absently, "come on...we use room number four...I give you deluxe package, you see how we do it here." And with that, she pulled the pressed and neat robe over her shoulders, she liked the feeling of the soft silk against her taut little nipples, freshly tweaked. "What I call you?" Jade said, her pace forcing our heroine to double step down the hall after her. "How about Curiosity?" she said, where had that come from? The question came and the answer had materialized in the air, not from her mouth? Jade looked back, looked her up and down, nodded...and said, "Fine...how you spell it for b'idness card?" The two disappeared into room four, as Curiosity's sternly spelled..."Curiosity...C...U...R...I..." Part 9: Admission Jade walked her around the room and carefully explained how each seemingly innocuous feature had some use or meaning. The speakers, mounted in the corners were speakers, of course, but doubled as security cameras, the screen concealing tiny pinhole camera's carefully placed behind the sub-woofer. There was a a small table with a single drawer which held all sorts of different lotions and creams, also, a surprising variety of condoms and lubes. "Well, that's a subtle message," she thought smirking at the thinly veiled "massage" front might have just read "Jade's House of Whoring. On top of the small table was a little rock fountain, the kind you find in cheap novelty stores in the mall. Jade too her hand and pushed it around back, there was a large solid feeling button and a small metal cylinder. "Push button now," Jade demanded. "If you need to – some guy get rough or try to make you do what you not want...push button and I send Tong." A man appeared in the doorway in seconds; he had to bend his head a little and shift sideways to get through the door. When standing back up, Curiosity thought that he might be the biggest man she'd ever seen, not necessarily in shape – but his pure size and bulk would certainly stand in as imposing if some John got rough. "Jesus, that's classy, now you have a bouncer for your John's," she thought..."great, I wonder how soon it'll be before I get invited to the local glory hole." Tong, it seemed was Jade's son, or her son's friend...her broken English explanation had left room for interpretation – but clearly, Tong was the muscle here, and it was made clear that things were only going to go as far as she wanted. She started to feel a little easier about it, and nearly melted when Tong smiled at her...not leering, not in a "I go to fuck you," but like a little boy meeting mommy's best friend. "You call me you need, I not let nobody hurt you lady," Tong finished. Was he slow...just naive? It didn't matter, clearly Tong was cut out for one job, and this was it. She smiled back up at him, the most innocent smile she'd mustered in days. "Okay, I'll call you if I need you, thanks for looking out for me," she finished. Tong moved back through the door, still smiling, still bowing his head and having to shift sideways. "You go watch TV, I make you pop tart in a little bit," Jade said to the closing door. "That's for if Tong take too long," Jade pointed to that little mystery metal cylinder Curiosity was still grasping. The bottle was black, labeled "mace." "She's not fucking around," Curiosity considered. Most of the day shoppers and soccer mom's would have gone with pepper-spray or some such easier to conceive of disruption tool – one meant to really annoy your solicitor away. Jade was thinking that spending three or four days blind might send a clearer message. Curiosity returned the little cylinder to it's resting spot and turned to find Jade resuming her explanation of the room. The table was center in the room, a little indentation for someone's head with a cutout for the nose and mouth. There were tie anchors on the side, and pulling on one revealed a secret drawer with rope, zip ties and two sets of black metal handcuffs. "That for if your guy get kinky and want to be tied up," Jade blurted out, picking up the handcuff and twirling it on her finger...smirking. "Look, I don't care what you do – but probably not great idea to let them tie you up, but if one gets you handcuffed, there is trick I show you to get out," Jade finished, moving her fingers in some mysterious motion resulting in the the clasp of the handcuff popping free. Another sign that Jade knew what she was doing, and was constantly planning for the worst. Curiosity wondered how many hard lessons Jade had learned to be this prepared. "This shower," Jade interrupted her train of thought, as she moved swiftly to a screen in the corner that had cleverly concealed a two person jacuzzi tub and shower. While the tub was a standard, drop in affair with jets placed liberally around it's edges, the tile insetting it was more ornate, with clearly Asian inspired painted terracotta tiles forming small steps up into the basin. There was a glass enclosure surrounding the edge of the tub, leaving just enough of a ledge to place a couple of tubes of body wash and a folded up towel. Curiosity nodded approvingly; how could she not, it was a nice setup – and certainly more highbrow looking that the exterior of the building had indicated it. "Always take client in bath first," Jade said, pulling her robe down over her shoulders, the thin dressing robe underneath. Her body was thin, as Curiosity had noted before, but without the shell, she looked far more athletic and less undernourished. Jade's breasts were firm, obviously fake, but not too large for her frame. She untied the little rope belt that encircled her waist and pulled free the final garment. "Oh, it's going to be that kind of tour," Curiosity thought. Jade's body was fit, her legs skinny but not disproportionate to her tiny frame. Her skin was olive colored and obviously tanned past that – she had tan lines, but only just near her nipples, a dark brown instead of her own light pink, and near her vagina, clearly planned in the confines of a tanning bed. Curiosity thought that perhaps she'd misjudged Jade. Obviously this business had required a certain physique and what she thought was just malnourished and painfully skinny was just Jade's excruciating dedication to keep herself looking like a preteen Asian school girl. "That must bring in the dough," she smirked at Jade and joked "Oh you mista big dick American...you want fucky me?" She smiled as she finished the sentence. Jade was quiet staring at her for just a second and then erupted in laughter. "Oh honey, you don't know half of it," she finally said. Jade bent at waist, sticking her ass out and grabbing her tits "Oh save me from Godzilla Mr. White man," Jade exclaimed as she settled into pose – then flailing her head back clapping, laughed hysterically. Curiosity almost peed in her panties-or she would have, if she'd been wearing any. The two settled down and the silence overtook, Jade looked at her...obviously waiting for her to similarly disrobe. "Oh, silly me," Curiosity smiled, looking down at her skin exposed as she pulled the robe in half. There was a certain shame to it all – disrobing in front of a perfect stranger-but that Jade had at least a little sense of humor, and didn't even seem uncomfortable, made it all the more bearable. The robe in one hand, she threw it over the table. One side heavier than the other, it slid down off the side making no noise as it hit the floor. Naked as the day she was born, she stood there, eyes closed, certainly being examined again by the other woman, but to her surprise, Jade had already turned her attention to the bath, turning the various knobs and buttons to draw water and start the jets. Jade motioned her over, and then explained how each of the buttons worked, carefully detailing which ones she'd use for either men or women. "So we do both?" Curiosity asked, her wide eyed question met with a gentle smile, and slow nod from Jade. "We get lots of both. If you not want women or only want women – you let me know...you get enough b'idness with both." "Let me think about it," Curiosity said timidly. Jade seemed intrigued by this. She cocked her head to the right, looking down at Curiosity's left hand. She hadn't noticed the indentation and tan line where a wedding ring might be. "Oh, if your husband only want you to do women, it fine." she concluded sharply, trying to ease her anxiety with a kind-eyed smile. "Oh, it's not like that...I'm...uh.." Curiosity started. She couldn't draw any attention to why she wasn't wearing a ring, if she was married, who was her husband – even her name. "I'm divorced," finally came out, sounding a lot more confident than she had intended. Jade ran her finger over the indentation on her finger, it was still deep – as if she'd just taken off the ring, because she had only done it in the car before she had walked in. "Oh, I still wear the ring," Curiosity cut off the inevitable question. "I didn't like the man...but the jewelry was fine." she finished laughing. As before, Jade sat stoic for just a second before bursting into laughter, head flailing back, clapping her hands to some imaginary beat. "Oh that true, that true," Jade finally managed through the laughter. The two slid into the tub, and Jade explained that the bath served two purposes. First, there was no need to end up smelling like some trucker's BO for the rest of the day if you could avoid it, second, that sometimes just the sight of a naked woman, the touch of her bare skin was enough to make some men dump their loads. "They always run out scared, like they hurt my feelings," Jade laughed. Curiosity liked Jade more and more. She respected the idea that Jade wasn't making fun of her overly anxious guests, but still, that money was money; if you could get them off in 10 seconds, it was still money for her. There was a certain dignity in that, she thought. The bath itself was lovely, Jade had taken a seat on the side, showing her how to position her clients, sitting against her leg but beneath her. She like the feeling of her wet skin against the cool tub, but what surprised her more was how Jade's skin felt against hers. Jade carefully walked her through each little touch and caress, carefully stroking her shoulder – while explaining that she was trying to help push blood flow from tense shoulders down into the reproductive organs. It was strangely scientific, and she was careful to repeat back and clarify when she had questions. Jade moved ever so slightly, spreading her legs, Curiosity turned around and found herself starting into Jade's lap. Her pussy was different than hers, she thought, her outer lips were thinner, the hood of her inner lips jutting out prominently. The whole area was waxed, and recently, save for one little tuft of dark black hair in a little triangle right above her slit. Jade moved her hips forward, her knees sliding over Curiosity's shoulders the back of her neck moving against her tiny groomed vagina. "Oh, do you wax," she said with a smile, feeling the smoothness of Jade's little vagina against the skin on her neck. "Yeah, I do you too if you want. Shaving take too long, too many ingrown hairs," She returned sharply. Jade grabbed a shower head on a long hose from the side of the tub. The head was large with a switch with various settings and measures. Jade explained the basic operation, showing her how a hidden trigger turned on the water and showed her the two patterns of pulse she'd use most. The first was a solid stream of water, the pressure was high, and it nearly stung as it hit Curiosity's sensitive skin. This was obviously for washing only, but it felt amazing when the water crossed her body, the water denting her skin under the pressure of the stream, especially her nipples, which had become hard from the teasing pressure of the flowing water. Jade demonstrated the second pulse, which was a rhythmic application of the same and harder pressure, the hot water jutting against her skin like that first spurt of semen from a hard cock. Curiosity smiled, "Wow, I have to get one of these for the house," she joked, half seriously, forsaking the shower head she had so jealously guarded only a few weeks before. "Oh I have one in the back, order 10 of these a month. They great for masturbation...but not last long. I give you one." Jade replied matter of factually, clearly missing the innuendo. Jade went on to explain that she'd usually spend some time on this pulse covering the man or woman's body, encouraging blood flow and stimulating their respective organs. "This is where man comes sometimes," she said plainly , moving the massager down between Curiosity's legs. The pressure of the water and the pulse of heat was crazy, and she started bucking her hips uncontrollably, the feeling building up first in the balls of her feet, then spreading through her ankles, shins and thighs. Curiosity felt her back arch, and surprisingly Jade moved a free hand over her breast, squeezing her hard nipple in pulse of the water. "Oh God, I'm going to-" but it was too late and the orgasm had already hit her. Her body lifted and convulsed, then came down to easy unrest as Jade moved the water down her thigh. She was still squeezing Curiosity's nipple as the orgasm subsided. "...and sometimes women too," Jade finished, giggling a little. "That feel nice, honey?" she whispered into her ear, the pressure in the pinching of her nipples slowly fading and soon it was just the friction of her fingers against the soft pink sensitive skin. "Mmm..hmmm..?" Curiosity replied timidly, her face pressed into Jade's chest as her hips settled back into the tub, still shaking, aching in the post orgasm euphoric haze. "Okay, lets move to table," Jade said, the matter of fact tone back in her voice. Jade stood up first. Her naked body shiny and wet, she grabbed a towel, turned and opened it invitingly to Curiosity, who stood up and walked to her accordingly. Jade spent several minutes carefully fawning over each surface, each crevice, paying special attention to her pelvis. She'd run the towel between her thighs...explaining that sometimes she balled up the towel and moved her hands to that her clients were forced to spread their legs a little. She took the towel and moved it over Curiosity's still tender genitals. The soft terrycloth bumps and ridges moved hard against her labia, even moving apart her lips and scraping against her swollen clitoris. Her hips moved forward again, not because she wanted to and a small shudder indicated to Jade just how involuntary it had been. "Make sure to spend time drying here, and here." The towel pushed backward between her legs, moving up the length of Curiosity's wet pussy toward her asshole. Jade's finger moved into the end of he towel. She used the clothed fingered to push up into her tightest hole, not inside – but stimulating her anus all the same. Jade explained that this was a turn on to lots of men and women, and that it gave her time to get close to the cock or pussy and inspect for signs of blisters, warts or crabs so she knew what type of service she'd be offering. "That the thing, you never fuck someone without checking them out – drying let you check them out. Got it?" Jade finished, the playful tone in her voice gone again, replaced by that woman who stocked Mace instead of Pepper spray. "Got it," Curiosity replied obediently. There was too much to process here, she hadn't had time to get over the fact that she was going to serve as a glorified sex worker to some stranger. She also hadn't reconciled the idea that she had just inadvertently cheated with her husband with a strange woman. "A fucking woman," she rolled her eyes as the full impact of that statement hit her. She wasn't a lesbian, she'd never fucked her college roommate on a dare on some spring break alcohol induced frat-adventure. She hadn't even kissed a girl and liked it. The closest she'd ever come was with a girl in high school who wanted to practice french-kissing, which, she'd agreed to because she thought she might not ever actually get to kiss a boy. What, with the whole scrawny legs, tits too big for her frame that made her feel like she'd fall over if the stiffest breeze blew past. Middle school and then high school hadn't been kind to her, puberty had been worse, she was awkward and scrawny, then had huge tits and skinny legs, no ass and bad hair. She was horny all the time, and masturbated constantly, even when what had sparked her arousal was disgusting and shameful. Her friend Heather was similarly awkward and had proposed the idea of "practice" late one night while her parents had gone to a friend's house to play cards. She remembered being critical of the idea at first, but then conceding when Heather's convincing "What if you get to kiss someone and you're bad at it," line of logic had prevailed. And it was the case, they were both bad at it at first. Their tongues awkwardly wrestled outside of their mouths, as if they were more focused on licking than kissing, when they did go in for a more traditional approach, neither was good at turning their head so the other could get close. In fact, it represented nearly an hour of bad kissing before it got any better. "And even then, it was just okay," she had told Heather bluntly. Heather, seemingly frustrated by the whole lack of skill finally lurched forward and just kissed her, it was a real kiss, a good kiss, one where you start to sweat a little, can't stand to keep your eyes open or closed...a kiss that makes you warm and flush and wet. Apparently Heather felt the same way, and reached down between her skinny legs and put her hands square on her little under developed box. She had been to surprised to act at first, her eyes sprang open accusingly as Heather continued to suck on her tongue and started to move her fingers inside her panties. She'd pushed Heather back sternly, the look on her face told the whole story. Heather wasn't awkward because she was gangly and skinny and top heavy and horny. Heather was awkward because she liked girls and didn't know what to do about it. Heather looked hurt and ashamed when she started to tell her off, making excuses, accusing her of leading her on, saying It wasn't a big deal. It didn't last long. Heather had made some excuse and disappeared into the night - and from her life that evening. That had been Curiosity's one experience with girls before tonight...and until tonight, she didn't consider it much of an experience..until tonight... Jade, now standing motioned for her to move to the table.