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Wrong Room

By: bluefox07



EDITOR:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANTS:

Simply_Cyn, Amanda G. Moon and Miriam Belle

Author's Note:

"There has been some concern from, well, one reader about the category of this story. I consider it to be erotic horror simply because the evil and horror of everyday life is more profound and closer to home than any werewolf or vampire or ghost ever could be. Violence between men and women is what scares me the most of all, so here the story rests in the comfort of erotic horror. If there are any typos, please let me know as a few always seem to slip through... Cheers!"

***

Mandy Fisher sat her heavy black suitcase down on the flowered comforter of the queen-sized bed. It was a gaudy, unbelievably happy floral arrangement dyed into the cloth, consisting of red roses, blue posies and white daisies. As her eye was drawn to the design (in the same morbid way one has to look at a car accident on the expressway) she thought she saw yellow sunflowers lurking behind the green leaves. She rubbed her eyes, feeling fatigued and overwhelmed with her day. It was going on nine in the evening, the worst day of her life coming to a slow but eventual close.

She opened the curtains of her seventh story hotel room and looked out across the glimmering nightlife of Sacramento. The lights of cars passing in the street below seemed blurred to her. The muted sounds of bumper-to-bumper traffic and horns blaring seemed to be a thousand miles away. Mandy sighed and shook her head, letting the thin, vaguely transparent drapes fall back into place. In the dim light of her room, she felt tired and alone.

The flight here from New York had been long and filled with enough turbulence to make her teeth chatter even now. Her stomach still hadn't forgiven for the ride across the country. The bitter taste of bile was strong in the back of her throat despite efforts to hide it with several sticks of Winterfresh gum. She had never given much thought to the airsickness bags during her previous flights. But after she managed to eject half her breakfast into one of those small bags (only after the initial wretch had landed on the woman next to her) she had a whole new appreciation.

"Oh God, just shoot me," she breathed as she opened the suitcase.

In a direct contrast to the busy comforter on the bed, the bathroom was elegantly simple, colored in tones of beige and loaded with complimentary soaps and shampoo. She turned the light on and looked at herself in the mirror. Circles of dark exhaustion shaded her normally bright blue eyes. Her hair was looking limp and worn out, the midnight black locks losing their curl and hanging lazily at her shoulders. Her black business jacket had been taken off and tucked away after her vomiting on the plane (she didn't know what was worse, cleaning up in the small airplane bathroom or walking back to her seat as people snickered and looked at her doubtfully).

With a sullen sigh she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it away from her body. She didn't want to look at her chest. If she did, she might have had to look at the large bruise above her right breast, blooming like a purple and green explosion on her milky flesh. If she looked, she would have to remember how that bruise had gotten there. And that would require recalling her husband, Carl, and right now he was the last person on Earth she wanted to think about.

Once she had stripped down and placed her clothes on the toilet seat (always in a neat pile, starting with her skirt, shirt, panties and bra) she looked in the mirror anyway. At the age of forty-one, she was still looking as good as she had when she was thirty-one. Life hadn't graced her with many blessings, but she had been given a youthful attractive body. Her full breasts, still pear shaped and perky, rested down from their long confinement in her bra. The bruise was still there, ugly and misshapen. Part of her had hoped it would simply vanish, like some special effect in a Hollywood movie. But it hadn't.

Along the side of her left thigh were several marks, all of them matching in color to the bruise on her chest. She looked at them and felt angry. She felt like a boiling cauldron of water, rising in temperature under the intense heat of relentless flame. She had hidden her feelings for a long time, placing the lid over the cauldron so to speak. She would steam and she would whistle and even rattle as the heat rose, as her insides boiled. But in the end, the lid stayed on.

Mandy kept it on now, as much as she wanted to scream, she kept it on.

Under the name of Amanda Moon, she had written about women like her now, battered women who had to find the courage to stand up to their oppressors. She wrote about women who took that lid off the rage, women who weren't afraid to let it boil over and burn anyone foolish enough to touch. She had made a lot of money as Amanda Moon, writing about that deep well of courage to stand up and fight for one's self. Her many readers enjoyed the truth and honesty of her characters, the intensity of the sex and quality of the stories. But most of all, they enjoyed her vision and courage. 

'No,' she thought, 'Amanda Moon's vision and courage. Not mine.'

Amanda Moon would never have put up with Carl's bullshit.

She knew better.

For a long time, she had wondered if Mandy Fisher and Amanda Moon were even the same woman. Late at night, usually after finishing one of her many one-sided sexual encounters with Carl, she would hear Amanda speaking in her mind, chastising her for being so malleable, so easy to bend. The idea that Amanda was always a part of her gave her hope. Amanda was the voice of reason when all else failed. She was empowering and gave Mandy an outlet for her repression.

But now, after many hours flight time and a continent's worth of distance between her and the man she used to love, Mandy was beginning to believe Amanda was no more than a mask she wore. Would her readers have bought a book from timid, normal shy Mandy Fisher? Would they have paid the $29.95 to read a story from her? She doubted it. They craved the power of Amanda's words, not the uncertainty Mandy basted in everyday. 

She was afraid to rock the boat, to face her problems. 

Amanda wasn't.

How could such a starkly contrasting personality truly be a part of her own?

Mandy wondered how her readers would react to know she was a fraud? All good writing was about truth in the end. What was the truth about her as a person? Instead of beating Carl to within an inch of his life with the hand blender or grabbing a vase and smashing his thick head with it, as her alter ego would have done, she had run. She had waited until he went to work this morning and then slipped out the door with only her suitcase and the discs on which she saved her stories. She had run from one end of the country to the other, from sea to shining sea to avoid him.

"Jesus," she shook her head, "Where are you?"

The shower felt good and reinvigorated her enough to shave her legs and crotch. She washed herself thoroughly, not only trying to remove the funk of the day but also the essence of her fear and of her shit-kicking husband. She looked at the rings on her finger, a simple gold band behind which was an elegant engagement ring, mounted with a diamond the size of a pea. When she had first worn it, she loved it as she loved the man who had given it to her. Now, her resentment and hate was equal in intensity and scope.

Mandy stepped out of the shower and pulled the two rings off her finger. She stood there, naked and dripping wet as she held the rings out in front of her. She angled them in the stark light, watching them flash and glitter. With one hand, she opened the toilet lid and with the other she positioned the rings over the bowl. She bit her full bottom lip slightly between her teeth as she debated.

"You asshole," she said through clenched teeth and dropped the rings into the bowl. They splashed and then scraped down the porcelain incline to the mouth of the outlet pipe. The bands glittered there under the water, distorted by the ripples radiating on the surface.

Amanda Moon would have been proud.

Mandy wrapped the plush towel around her tired body and stepped out of the bathroom. With another towel she dried her hair, vigorously working the strands back and forth. She turned to face the bed and then froze.

A man was sitting there by her duffle bag facing her. He was dressed in black, a smart set of slacks with matching shirt, tie and jacket. His shoes were shined and impeccably clean. Later Mandy would think it crazy she noticed his shoes with such detail, especially when just after that observation she noticed the solid looking gun resting in his left hand, a shadow against the floral bedspread. The stranger had dark features, his hair equal to his clothes in color and as neatly kept as his shoes. His dark blue eyes looked to her with a quiet amusement, the kind of stare a shark might give a floundering fish as it spasmed in a cloud of it's own blood.

"Please," the man said, his deep voice slightly on the graveled side, "Don't speak."

Mandy dropped the towel from her hair, eyes wide and her heart thundering in her chest. She looked at the gun again.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions. Is that okay, miss?" the man looked at her expectantly, his tone kind and oddly concerned.

Mandy nodded.

"What's your name?"

"Amanda Fisher," she whispered, her legs feeling like hot rubber.

"Mandy for short?"

"Yes..."

"Is this your room, Mandy?"

She nodded.

The stranger looked perturbed by this, but his demeanor did not shift from the polite courtesy he projected so easily. He asked, "What do you do for a living?"

"I write."

"Write what, Mandy?"

"Romance novels," she croaked, "Mostly."

"That's nice," he nodded amicably "Make any money at it?"

"Yes. A little."

"Good."

The man stood up, asserting his full six-foot height and towering above her. His shoulders were broad and he seemed muscular, though she could tell he carried a little weight around his midsection. He reminded her of Alec Baldwin very, very much. The gun remained firmly in his hand, his finger resting on the side of the trigger easily. She knew enough to see that the safety catch was in the "off" position. He smiled genially at her as he looked down at the gun and then back at her again.

"Would you like me to put this away?" he asked.

Mandy nodded, her fingers digging into the tie of the towel around her body so furiously that her knuckles had turned white. 

"Before I do," he said quietly, "One more question."

"Okay."

"Do you have any idea how much fucking trouble you're in?"

Mandy was ready to cry now. No, more than that she was ready to break down into hysterical sobs. Her mind entertained horrible visions of being raped and killed by this man right here in this hotel room. She had fled the east coast to escape a sex maniac and now she had run right into another, only this one had a gun. How's that for irony, ladies and gentlemen? Her throat tightened painfully as hot salty fluid burned her eyes.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

The man cocked a quizzical brow, his head tilted to one side, "You mean am I going to rape you?"

She couldn't move.

"No Mandy," he shook his head, "I'm not going to rape you."

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked

He looked at her for a long moment, as if though debating the question with all the thought and careful deliberation of a Rhodes scholar. Finally, with an uncertain look in his eyes (a state of mind that seemed to be completely alien to this man by Mandy's brief assessment) he said, "I hope not."

Mandy took a deep, staggering breath as she held back her fear. Her towel dropped a little and revealed the ugly bruise on her chest. The man in black looked at it and frowned, his face surprised and concerned. He motioned to it with his chin, "What happened?"

"I-" she started and then after a quick pause, "-I fell against my fence this morning."

"Your fence?" he repeated with a sad little smile, as though he had heard that excuse more than once before.

"Yes," she insisted. God, why was she lying to cover what Carl had done?

"You know," he opened his jacket and slipped the sleek gun into his shoulder holster, "I know something about inflicting pain, hurting people and such. I know what a bruise from a punch looks like, what wounds come from what weapon..."

Mandy looked away.

"How hard did he hit you?"

She said nothing.

The man in black nodded, "Okay. Fair enough."

Mandy focused on keeping her hands from shaking.

"Everyone has got to have secrets, right?"

Mandy was beginning to feel extremely vulnerable as she held her towel in place. The stranger seemed to notice this and asked, "Would you like to get dressed?"

Mandy nodded.

"By all means," he stepped aside from her suitcase and then added, "But please, dress in here."

Her heart froze at the idea of being naked in front of him, even for a moment.

He smiled reassuringly, "I will look away."

The stranger turned his back, but something told her he could still see her every movement. The towel fell to the floor and she rooted through her suitcase, quickly grabbing her white t-shirt, a pair of wrangler jeans and her white bra and panty set. It took only a few minutes to finish, and when she did she looked up from buttoning her jeans she saw that he was still turned, facing the wall. She said, "I'm done."

"Good," he nodded and then turned to face her. He looked her over and said, "Beautiful even with clothes on."

She wondered if he had peeked in on her while she had been in the shower. It was possible, she supposed. If he had been able to sneak in undetected, somehow managing to crack an electronic lock and make himself comfortable on her bed all without her knowledge then he could have easily engaged in a little voyeurism. Mandy sat down on the edge of the mattress, eyeing the door to the hall. She wondered if she could move fast enough without getting shot?

"What do you want with me?" she asked.

"Nothing really," he rested on the corner of the desk just beyond the bed, "Not a damn thing."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because you and I have a real problem, Mandy."

"And that is?"

"You're in the wrong room."

"I am?"

The stranger nodded, his blue eyes locked with hers, "You see, someone in the management here fucked up and put you in a room that was already reserved, specifically for tonight."

Mandy felt a sudden burst of hope, "If this is your room I can move."

"I'm afraid not," he said grimly, "You see, if you leave here now you could put us both at unnecessary risk."

"I don't understand."

The stranger sighed and rubbed his right temple while looking at his silver wristwatch. From out of his right jacket pocket his pulled a small white bottle. He popped the cap open and shook four small tablets into his open palm. They went into his mouth and he dry swallowed them. He looked at her and said, "Mandy, you've stumbled into the middle of a professional hit."

Mandy asked, "Like a mob hit?"

"No," he smiled, "Just good old fashioned contract killing. You see, I'm supposed to kill someone here tonight. He's a very rich and powerful businessman from the east coast. I reserved this room a month ago for him, and he should be here within the hour. The problem is, you're here now. If I let you go, the seven men he has watching this room will know something is wrong and warn him off."

"But if they're watching the room, don't they know I'm here already?"

"Well," he scratched his chin, "They know a woman will be here waiting for, shall we name him Mr. Bannon? Mr. Bannon knows me as a contact for his, to put it mildly, more exotic fetishes."

"I don't understand."

"Of course not," the man said, "And you don't have to. But Mr. Bannon is expecting a woman to be here tonight who will engage him in his sexual perversions, Mandy. And as I cannot have two women here, you're in the aforementioned serious fucking trouble." 

It took her a minute to grasp the reality of the situation. As she realized he was suggesting that she take the place of a hooker in his murderous plans to a man she didn't even know, Mandy felt that panicked fear grip her soul again. She shook her head, her eyes wide and hand to her chest, as she said, "No I won't do that."

The stranger laughed. "I'd never subject you to Mr. Bannon's twisted sexual needs, Mandy. But since we are in a jam here, maybe we can help each other out."

"I won't sleep with him," she cried out, "Let me go please!"

"Mandy," he raised a finger to his lips, "Please, keep your voice down."

She looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I'll be honest with you. Normally, I would kill you just for being here," he said matter-of-factly, "You're a complication to my plan, and I don't suffer complications. But I don't want to kill you, okay? You seem like you're a good person, and good people are hard to come by these days."

"The killer with morals?" she heard that part of herself that was Amanda Moon, fearless bitch and writer ask.

The man in black smiled, "A job is a job, Mandy. But I'm not indifferent to the suffering of the innocent."

Mandy wanted to look away from him, but she couldn't help it. His eyes were almost hypnotic as he spoke. He continued, "So I'll make you a deal. On the other side of this bed is a duffle bag containing three sets of lingerie, a whip, two dildos and a bundle of cash amounting to no less that twenty thousand dollars. If you help me tonight, that money is yours to keep."

She looked up at him.

He added with an amused grin, "And anything else in the bag you may like."

His attempt at humor was lost on her as she listened, her mind swimming in and out of the surreal turn her life had taken. She looked down at her hands. They were still shaking. She thought of Carl and how he had hurt her. The memories of the last few weeks came crashing down again on her, threatening to break down the walls she had built for herself. Her luck had gone from incredibly bad to completely fucked. 

She didn't want to be a part of any of this. She wanted to scream and yell and strangle the desk clerk who had given her this damned room. She wanted to tell the man in black he could take his sex toys and money and shove it all right up his ass. She just wanted to run again, to escape. But her roots in reality would not allow for any of that. She knew that escape wasn't going to be an option. As she looked at him, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that he could shoot the fleas off a dog's back at three hundred yards in a windstorm.

Even Amanda Moon knew that.

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

The stranger replied, "No, you don't."

The truth of the matter was that she was over a barrel and they both knew it. Even if she escaped him, the men outside might finish the job. But then could this stranger be trusted? Were there even men outside to begin with? She shook her head, abandoning her second guesses and submitting to the truth at hand. With a resigned nod, she said, "I have two conditions then."

The man in black looked mildly surprised, "Okay."

"First," she took a deep breath, "No matter what happens, you protect me."

"Agreed."

"Second," Mandy looked at him, trying to read his powerful eyes, "What's your name?"

The stranger graced her with one of the sexiest half grins she had ever seen, which to her confusion made her feel strangely at ease. He said, "Perry. My name is Perry."

Mandy nodded, "Okay Perry, what's next?"

***

"I don't have a lot of time to give you all the details," Perry said as he sat the duffel bag down on the bed and opened it, "Suffice it to say that you're now a high class, very well paid 'escort' that has been hired to indulge Mr. Bannon's fantasies for two hours tonight. I'm your protection, to make sure Mr. Bannon doesn't get carried away."


Wrong Room



Well it looks like no matter how hard I try I can't stop writing long stories. Oh well...I hope you all enjoy this one. If you like it drop me line and let me know. If enough people like it I'll continue, if not, I'll move on to another story. ENJOY!

*

The Schaffer family was all smiles on this particular Friday afternoon. They were leaving for their annual summer vacation. Their bags were packed, the SUV loaded, and all that remained was for them to load themselves up. Every year they took a weeklong road trip with no fixed destination. They just simply picked a direction and went. As they pulled out of the driveway Amanda Schaffer noticed out of the corner of her eye that her son Ryan was starring at her.

"Is something the matter honey?" She asked.

"Oh....uh.....nah, I was just day dreaming." Ryan said slightly shocked that his mother caught him starring at her.

This trip was special for Ryan for a couple of reasons. For one, he'd just turned eighteen, so he knew this might be one of the last family vacations he went on. The other reason requires a little background. About a month ago Ryan came home early from school. Expecting to find his mother going about her daily routines he was surprised to find the house was dead quiet. He walked through the living room and kitchen but there was no one around. After walking upstairs Ryan decided to check to see if his mother was in her room taking a nap or something. As he neared his parent's bedroom door he stopped cold in his tracks. The door was slightly open and he could hear his mother moaning lightly. Now, Ryan was pretty sure that he'd walked in on his mother pleasuring herself; he just didn't know what exactly he should do. Part of him wanted to turn around a go back downstairs. This was his mother after all. But the inner pervert in him couldn't resist the chance to see a woman, any woman, masturbating.  

Amanda Schaffer was lying on her bed naked, except for a short silk robe that was completely undone and framing her nude form. She had worked up a sweat cleaning the house and decided to take a long hot bath. While soaking in the tub she started reading a rather steamy romance novel she'd been meaning to finish. After her bath she dried off and put on her robe, and then she lay down on her bed to finish the book. One thing led to another and before she knew it she was very turned on. She couldn't remember the last time she'd pleasured herself, but since she was home alone she decided to indulge herself a bit. Little did she know that as she gently rubbed herself closer to orgasm her curious son was getting an eyeful. 

Ryan edged closer to the door and peek around the corner doing his best to be silent. His mouth opened slightly at the sight before him. His mother was lying on her bed with her head turned away from the door completely exposed. One hand was squeezing one of her breasts and the other was between her legs. Ryan had never in his eighteen years ever had an inappropriate thought about his mother. However, seeing her like this quickly had his pants starting to expand. The realization that he was getting hard watching his mom was a little weird at first but that feeling quickly faded as Amanda arched her back slightly and began moaning louder.

"Ummm.....oh god.....yes." Amanda moaned as she neared her climax.

Ryan began rubbing his cock through his pants. He was starting to notice just how good looking his mom was. She was 37 but could easily pass for 27. She was pretty tall for a woman at 5'10, but most of that was in her legs, and she had very dark brown hair. Her tits weren't very large but this was a good thing because they didn't sag at all. Although Amanda was a stay at home mom she didn't skimp on exercise. She was in great shape; she refused to let herself get flabby, as she'd seen almost all her friends succumb to laziness. 

"Ohhhh!!!" Amanda groaned as her orgasm warmly washed over her.

The site of his mother climaxing before his eyes caused Ryan to fill his underwear with cum. Amanda writhed on her bed tightly clenching the sheets in her fists with her hips raised off of the bed. After about thirty seconds she collapsed into a heap breathing heavily. Ryan knew she could turn her head any second now so reluctantly he eased back from the door and tip toed back downstairs. After a few minutes he loudly slammed the front door and shouted that he was home, making sure that his mother would hear him. 

For the next couple weeks everything went back to normal and Ryan told himself that what he'd done anyone would've. It was a onetime thing and he wasn't going to dwell on it. However, things heated back up unexpectedly one Saturday night. The neighborhood Ryan's family lived in had a thriving party scene for middle-aged couples. Every month or so Amanda and Ryan's dad Don, would go out and come home late at night absolutely shit faced. It seemed that his mom and dad would never really settle down. One night at about 2 a.m. Ryan was on the couch watching some cheesy late night sci-fi movie when he heard his parents pull up in the driveway. A few minutes later his mom walked in and closed the door behind her. Ryan could tell by the way she staggered she was very drunk. Amanda walked into the kitchen and Ryan heard her digging through the cabinets. After a few minutes his dad still hadn't came in so Ryan walked into the kitchen to ask his mom where he was. As he entered the kitchen Ryan saw Amanda standing with her back to him at the sink, with her arms on the counter. In one hand she had a half full glass of Crown Royale. She was wearing a short red dress that showed off her curves very well with her hair arranged fancily on top of her head. Before he said anything Ryan noticed that his mother's hips were moving back and forth like she was dancing to some music that only she could hear. 

"Hey, where's dad?" Ryan asked finally snapping out of his trance.

"Oh hey baby, I didn't mean to wake you." Amanda said looking over her shoulder.

"You didn't wake me, I was watching TV. Where's dad?" Ryan asked again.

"Oh, your dad is passed slap out in the car, and I'm not about to carry him in. He'll be fine." Amanda said taking a huge gulp of her drink.

"Oh, ok. Well it looks like you two had a good time." Ryan said slightly amuse at his mother's drunken state.

"It was a wonderful time honey; I didn't want it to stop. I just wanted to dance all night. Your father on the other hand couldn't keep up. Oh well, its late enough I suppose, I'm probably gonna go to sleep myself." Amanda said before downing the rest of her drink.

"That sounds like a plan; the bed's probably the safest place for you." Ryan said smiling.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Amanda asked with her arms on her hips.

"Well, you can hardly walk. If you fall, at least the bed's a soft spot to land." Ryan laughed.

"Ha! I can walk just fine mister." Amanda said smiling.

With that Amanda turned and stumbled out of the kitchen towards the stairs. Ryan followed behind to make sure she made it safely. Sure enough, as soon and Amanda put her foot on the first step she lost her balance and fell backwards. 

"Owwwww...." Amanda groaned as she landed right on her ass.

Ryan ran over to his mother to see if she was alright but he stopped a few feet from her when he noticed she was laughing. 

"You want to try that again?" Ryan asked sarcastically.

Amanda stuck her tongue out at her son and turned to get up. When she got on all fours the dress she was wearing had slid up considerably. Ryan's eyes widened as his mother's ass came into view. She was wearing a red lace thong that left very little to the imagination. For a precious few seconds Ryan starred at Amanda's round ass. 

"Oh man." Ryan thought to himself as he felt his cock start to tent his pajama pants.

Amanda was drunk when she came home. The big glass of Crown she had when she came in had her blitzed out of her mind now. She was a laughing, clumsy mess on the floor. She tried twice to get up before Ryan decided he'd better help her. Ryan quickly adjusted his cock then walked over to his mother and grabbed her arm to help her up.

"C'mon mom, you need to call it a night." Ryan said.

"Such a gentleman." Amanda slurred.

In her drunken state Amanda tried to gain her balance by grabbing her son's shirt. Her hand slid down his shirt until her fingers latched onto the waistband of Ryan's pajamas. At first Ryan thought nothing of his mother's drunken clumsiness but when she attempted to pull herself up the weak elastic couldn't quite support her weight and before he knew it his mother had pulled his pajamas down about four inches. It wasn't enough to fully expose his cock but Amanda's knuckles rested right up against her son's manhood for a few seconds. Ryan stood motionless for a few seconds waiting to see if his mother reacted at all.

"Thanks sweetie." Amanda said releasing her grip on Ryan's pajamas.

As drunk as she was Amanda didn't know exactly where she was, let alone that she'd almost pulled her son's pajama's down enough to free his hard cock. Ryan knew she didn't know what she'd almost done when she turned to walk upstairs and made no effort to pull her dress down. 

"Here, let me help you." Ryan said placing his hand on his mother's hip to help her up the stairs.

As she stumbled up the stairs Ryan couldn't take his eyes off of his mother's ass. Ryan carefully guided his mother to her bedroom and walked her over to her bed. Ryan gently laid her down and before her head hit the pillow she was dead to the world. Ryan turned to leave then noticed that his mother's dress was now half way up her waist. The red lace panties were an eye catcher. One thing that stood out to him was that they were so low cut and he didn't see any hair. As he stood there starring at his mother's exposed lower half he flashed back to the day he caught her masturbating. He couldn't tell is she was shaved because her hand was covering her pussy. Debating his options Ryan shook his mother gently. After a few seconds he shook her again this time quite hard. She remained motionless. Sweating profusely with his heart beating a mile a minute Ryan reached out with his index finger and gently pulled down the front of his mother's panties.

"Oh my god...." Ryan whispered as his mother's hairless pussy came into view.

Amanda's arm moved slightly scarring the crap out of her son. Ryan decided he'd seen enough for one night and went back to his room. Moments later Ryan was stroking himself to an orgasm thinking of his mother. As he faded to sleep he shook his head wondering what the world was coming too.

Back in the present, the Schaffer clan had been driving for the better part of the day. Ryan and his mother had slept most of the trip. When Ryan opened his eyes he saw a sign saying "Welcome to Las Vegas." He had always wanted to visit Vegas so he could hardly contain himself.

"Oh man, this is gonna rock!" Ryan exclaimed.

"I thought you'd approve kiddo." Don said looking at his son in the rear view mirror.

"Man, look at all the cool places to go. " Ryan said as his eyes surveyed the surroundings.

"Yeah, I thought this year instead of spending a day in a few different places we could spend the whole week somewhere with enough stuff to keep us entertained. " Don said.

"Sounds good to me dad, I can't wait." Ryan replied.

"What's all the commotion for?" Amanda asked as she awoke.

"Check it out mom! We're in Las Vegas." Ryan said shaking his mother's shoulders.

"Well I'll be...Don, this is a wonderful idea." Amanda said.

"Alright, now that everybody's awake I guess it's time to get us a room and see what Vegas has to offer." Don said pulling off the road at a very nice hotel.

Don went inside and paid for two rooms for the week. The rooms were on the top floor and were right across the hall from each other. Don figured that if they were going to be staying a week his son would appreciate his own room. Besides, if his wife got a few drinks in her, they were gonna need their own room. After about an hour the Schaffer's had everything unpacked and they were settling into their rooms. 

"Oh sweet, I gotta check that out." Ryan said as he looked down from his window at the hotel's pool.

Don was in his room looking through a brochure at all the gambling spots. He was an avid gambler and loved the thrill of it. Amanda was in the bathroom freshening up. She was looking forward to a night of dancing and partying. After a bit Don heard a knock on his door. He opened it to see his son standing there in his trunks with a towel draped over his shoulder.

"Seen the pool huh?" Don smiled.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go check it out. What are you two gonna do?" Ryan asked.

"Well I don't know about your mother but I'm going to go downstairs and see if I can lose some money." Don laughed.

"Well, alright then, I'll be back later." Ryan said.

Downstairs Ryan jumped into the pool and started to unwind and enjoy his vacation. There were plenty of good looking chicks to look at around the pool. He was hoping that this would help get his mind off his mom. 

"Don, do you want to get something to eat at the restaurant across the street?" Amanda asked sitting down on the bed.

"Hmmm..I don't know sweetie. I'm thinking about checking out the craps tables downstairs. We can eat later can't we?" Don said never taking his eyes off the brochure.

"I guess so, but what am I supposed to do while you blow our money. You know how much I hate gambling." Amanda said.

"This is Vegas honey; you can pretty much do whatever you want." Don said standing up.

"I guess so." Amanda pouted.

"Listen, I'll call you in a couple hours or so and we can get Ryan and go get something to eat. Don't get into any trouble now; I'll only bail you out once." Don laughed as he walked out the door.

Amanda thumbed through the brochures looking for something to do but came up empty. It was still too early for dancing. She walked over to the window and saw the pool downstairs. 

"Well, I could always work on my tan." She said.

Downstairs in the pool Ryan was having a blast. He'd started talking to a couple guys about the same age as he was. They'd invited him to play some pool volleyball. They game was going great and he was enjoying himself very much. While he was waiting for the other team to serve the ball Ryan was looking around the pool when he saw something that drew his undivided attention.

"Oh boy." Ryan said as he saw his mother walking toward the pool. 

The fact that Amanda was wearing a white bikini didn't help matters at all. Amanda didn't see her son in the pool as she went about putting her towel on a lounge chair. She laid down onto the chair and began rubbing sun tan lotion on her legs as she looked around.

"Hey man, you still with us?" One of the guys Ryan had been talking too asked noticing he wasn't paying attention to the game.

He followed Ryan's line of sight and saw what had his undivided attention. There was a well built brunette lathering herself up.

"Damn, maybe I should ask if she needs any help." The guy said.

Ryan debated telling his new friend that the woman was his mother. He thought that he might could have more fun is Chris didn't know. Ryan knew he wasn't going to be able to "do" anything with his mom but he could sure as hell watch Chris try to. He knew his mom was far from the cheating type but if she had a few drinks in her she was very flirty.

"Hey Chris, I overheard that chick earlier saying how much she was looking forward to a Crown and Coke." Ryan said hoping the insider info would aid Chris in getting in the door.

"Say no more man, watch how it's done." Chris smiled.

The two boys said their goodbye's to their volleyball peers and swam over to the other side of the pool from Amanda. Ryan positioned himself behind a group of people to shield himself from his mother.

"Good luck man." Ryan said to Chris.

Chris walked up to the bar and ordered two Crown and Cokes and then walked over to wear Amanda was laying. He plopped down on the chair beside Ryan's mom and sat the drinks down.

"Hey babe, you look like you could use a drink to cool you off a bit." Chris said smugly.

Amanda didn't know the young man was talking to her at first but she turned her head slightly and made eye contact. Immediately she blushed. She couldn't believe this kid was hitting on her. She peeked over the top of her sun glasses at this young boy who couldn't be much older than her son. He was very cute and it'd been awhile since Amanda's ego had been stroked.

"Umm...thanks." Was all she could muster at the moment. 

"My names Chris, nice to meet you." He said.

"I'm Amanda, nice to meet you too." Amanda smiled.

"So are you here on vacation?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, I guess I've got that tourist look huh?" Amanda replied.

"Nah, if all the tourists looked like you I wouldn't mind them so much." Chris smiled.

Amanda smiled at Chris's comment. He was obviously flirting with her and she liked it. 

"Thanks, that's sweet of you to say." Amanda said blushing.

"Hey I noticed you putting on some sun tan lotion earlier. Would you mind helping me out, I don't want to burn." Chris slyly asked.

"Umm...sure." Amanda answered.

Chris slid his lounger over close to Amanda's and turned his back to her. Amanda didn't know exactly how she came to be rubbing lotion on a complete stranger but she was enjoying herself. She just hoped her husband or son didn't show up. Nothing was wrong about what she was doing but it would be kind of awkward.

"Lucky bastard." Ryan thought to himself as he watched his mother rubbing the lotion on Chris' back.

Chris was enjoying himself as well. After Amanda had lathered his back he turned around to face her. He was in good shape and he was waiting for Amanda to rub the lotion on his chest and stomach. For a moment Amanda paused not sure if she should continue. Amanda surveyed the young man's body for a second before putting more lotion on her hand and rubbing it onto Chris's chest. 

"Thanks a bunch, but don't forget my stomach." Chris grinned.

Amanda couldn't believe how confident the young man was. She looked into Chris' eyes for a few seconds, he smiled and Amanda did also.

"Oh, I won't." Amanda said sliding her hand over Chris' firm stomach.

As Amanda rubbed her hands over Chris's six-pack she realized that she was enjoying herself a little too much. Her heart was beating a little faster and she was getting a warm feeling between her legs. When her hand brushed the waistband of Chris' trunks she knew she'd better stop.

"That should do." Amanda said taking a drink and lying down onto her stomach.

Chris didn't quite know how to proceed from here. Should he offer to put some lotion on her back or should he get her another drink to soften her up more? Maybe his buddy Ryan could help.

"Thanks a lot. Hey, I'm gonna get us another drink. I'll be right back." Chris said standing up.

Ryan was across the pool as he watched Chris get up and make his way over to where he was sitting.

"How's it going man?" Ryan asked.

"Good I think, that drink idea you had got me in the door anyway." Chris replied.

"Glad I could help, but what are you doing talking to me and not the babe?" Ryan smiled.

"What do you think I should do? Should I try to put some lotion on her or should I get another drink?" Chris asked.

Ryan realized how wrong it was for him to be helping this guy hit on his mom but he couldn't help himself. If he couldn't be the one flirting with his mom then he was going to live vicariously through Chris. He remembered overhearing his mom telling one of her friends that she'd gotten a massage at a spa one time that got her a little more excited than she thought it would. She had two spots on her body that, if rubbed, turned her on really fast.




Wrong Room



"Hey man, get her another drink, and then offer to help her put some lotion on her back. Oh, and I'll bet anything that if you rub the small of her back and the back of her knees it'll drive her crazy."Ryan said smiling.

"Sound like a plan man, but how do you know all this stuff?" Chris asked.

"I read it somewhere I think." Ryan replied.

Amanda was starting to relax in the warm sun. This vacation was just what she needed. Also, if her husband was going to ignore her then maybe Chris could keep her entertained.

"Here ya go." Chris said as he plopped back down on his chair.

Amanda took a big drink and then laid her head back down. Chris sat there a few minutes before working up the nerve to ask her about the lotion.

"Hey, I should put some lotion on your back before you burn out here." Chris said sheepishly.

Amanda smiled when she heard Chris' attempt at a come on. But who was she to stop him.

"That'd be great." She smiled.

Chris' face lit up. That was a lot easier than he thought it would be. He nervously put some lotion on his hand and began to rub it onto Amanda's back. Amanda took a deep breath as Chris' strong hands glided over her upper back and shoulders. 

"Ummmmmm...." Amanda quietly moaned.

Chris looked over his shoulder to where Ryan was sitting. He mouthed the words "OH MAN!" Ryan gave him the thumbs up. Chris slowly worked his hands downward until he reached the small of Amanda's back. Here he began to more massage than apply lotion. He used his thumbs to apply gentle pressure as his fingers wrapped around Amanda's waist. 

"Oh yeah." Amanda thought too herself as Chris exploited one of her weaknesses.

Amanda was beginning to bite her bottom lip and realizing that she was getting very turned on. As relaxed as she was she wasn't about to stop Chris though. After a few minutes on her lower back Chris took a chance and turned his hand slightly and let his fingers slip under Amanda's bikini bottom just slightly. At first he just sat still waiting to see if she would say anything. Amanda was very aware of what Chris was doing but as long as he didn't go any further she was going to let him enjoy himself. Chris began rubbing his hand back and forth wanting to see how much he could get away with. Emboldened by Amanda's lack of reaction Chris slid is hand down a bit further until his middle finger started to slide between the cheeks of Amanda's ass.

"Easy tiger." Amanda said realizing that she had to stop him.

"Oh, umm..sorry." Chris mumbled.

Before the moment completely cooled off Chris put more lotion onto his hands and began to rub it onto Amanda's calves. Amanda was just relieved that his hands were away from her rear. She was enjoying herself but there was a line she wasn't going to cross. For the next few minutes she just lay there in the warm sun as Chris applied lotion to her legs. Until, that is, he reached the back of her knees. Amanda again bit her lip as Chris expertly massaged one of her most sensitive spots. 

"He knows all the tricks." Amanda thought to herself as her young admirer worked her legs.

Just when she thought she had herself under control though Chris' hands began to move upward to her thighs. By this time Chris wasn't rubbing lotion onto her legs, he was kneading her thighs. The sensation took Amanda by surprise at first and she didn't know what to do. When Chris' thumbs reached the bottom of her ass Amanda felt her pussy start to tingle. She knew she'd let him go too far and she had to put a stop to it. But she didn't want to hurt his feelings either.

"Thanks Chris. I think I'm done for today though." Amanda said sitting up on her lounger.

"Awww....really?" Chris groaned.

"Yeah, I think so. I think I'm gonna head up to my room and take a shower. Thanks again for the wonderful afternoon." Amanda said getting up.

"Hey, is there any chance that later we could.... I don't know; maybe grab a bite to eat?" Chris asked desperately.

Amanda starred at the boy for a few seconds. She knew that he didn't know she was there with her husband and son, but the fact of the matter she was. But Chris was such a nice boy; she really did enjoy his company. Maybe she could find some time later in the week to hang out some more.

"I'll tell you what Chris, give me your cell number and if I need some company later on I'll give you a call." Amanda smiled.

Chris quickly complied and Amanda walked off toward the hotel. Chris ran over to where Ryan had been sitting. He recounted everything that had happened to Ryan. They talked for a while and Ryan wished Chris luck before they parted ways. 

Up in her hotel room Amanda was starring at herself in the bathroom mirror with a smile on her face. She looked down onto the counter and saw the piece of paper with Chris' number on it. She couldn't believe she'd gotten a guy's number. She hadn't done that in eighteen years. Amanda pulled off her top and slid her bottoms down as well. She looked herself over in the mirror and noticed that she was still rather flush and her nipples were very hard. She rubbed her middle finger over her pussy lips and realized she was very wet. 

"Little devil." Amanda said to herself referring to Chris.

She then stepped into the shower and washed the sun tan lotion and sweat off. As the warm water washed over her she began to calm down a bit and she wondered what kind of dance club she and Don would end up at tonight. She'd had her flirty fun for the day but now she wanted to dance the night away with her husband. 

After he changed clothes in his room Ryan decided to see what his parents were going to do later that night. He knocked on their room door and after a few seconds the door opened and Amanda was standing there with a towel wrapped under her arms. 

"Oh, hey honey. C'mon in I was just getting ready for tonight. What have you been up to?" Amanda asked.

Ryan walked into the room and sat down on the bed. He was starring at his mother's very exposed legs for a moment before realizing what he was doing. 

"Oh, I checked out the pool for a while." He said curious as to how his mother would respond.

Upon hearing him Amanda swallowed hard. She'd hoped that he didn't see what had happened between her and Chris. Not that anything wrong happened but she didn't want her son to see that.

"Really? I was down by the pool for a few minutes. I didn't see you anywhere." Amanda said nervously.

"I was playing volleyball, I didn't see you though. How long were you down there?" Ryan asked coyly.

"Oh, only about five minutes." Amanda lied very relieved.

Ryan smiled to himself as he heard his mother's lie. She didn't want anyone to know she'd been having a little fun with a young stranger.

"Well, I just wanted to know what you and dad were going to do later." Ryan said.

"He told me to call him earlier and we'd all go get something to eat. After that I'm going to hit the dance floors." Amanda said.

"That's cool. Just let me know when you two are ready." Ryan said getting up.

"Ok honey, see you in a bit." Amanda replied.

Ryan walked back to his room and watched some TV for a while. After forty-five minutes or so there was a knock on his door. He got up and opened the door to find his mom and dad standing there. His dad had on a nice sport jacket and slacks and his mother had on a very tight little black cocktail dress. From the looks of it they planned on a night of partying.

"You ready to go kiddo?" Don asked his son.

"Sure am, let me grab my wallet." Ryan said.

The three of them rode the elevator down to the lobby and caught a cab to a nice restaurant. They all talked and enjoyed their meal. Then they decided to go to this nightclub across the street. When they entered the club Ryan split from his parents hoping to find some people a little closer to his age. After sitting at the bar for about a half hour he struck up a conversation with a very pretty blonde. They flirted for a while until the girl asked him to dance. Ryan made his way to the dance floor and started to do his best to keep up with his partner. After a few minutes he noticed that across the dance floor his mother and dad were really going at it. His mother was a dance champion in her younger years and she still could really cut a rug. For the next couple of hours Ryan divided his attention between the cute blonde he was with and the even cuter brunette in the little black dress.

During one break from the dance floor Ryan ran into his dad who was getting a couple more drinks for him and Amanda. Ryan noticed that his dad was stumbling all over the place. 

"Geez dad, maybe you should call it a night huh?" Ryan asked.

"Oh I'm about to son. Driving all day is starting to catch up with me. The only problem is I don't know if I'll be able to pry your mother off the dance floor." Don laughed.

"Yeah I see what you mean." Ryan replied looking at his mother still shaking her ass with no signs of stopping.

About an hour later Ryan had just gotten the blonde's number and walked her out to her car. When he came back in he saw his dad sitting at the bar with his head down. Ryan knew he'd had enough for tonight. Just then he saw his mother coming out of the bathroom.

"Hey mom! I don't think dad's gonna make much longer." Ryan shouted to be heard over the music.

"Yeah, he said he was tired from driving all day." Amanda said still shaking her hips to the beat of the music.

"So are you guys ready to call it a night?" Ryan asked.

"Oh honey, I'm just warming up." Amanda replied.

"What about dad though, he's through." Ryan smiled.

"Honey, do me a favor and see if you can't get your father back to the hotel safely. I'll take a cab later." Amanda said.

Ryan wasn't thrilled with the idea of leaving his mother alone at the club but he was tired too and he could see there was no arguing with her.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Definitely, I'll see you tomorrow sweetie." Amanda said before she kissed her son on the cheek.

Ryan smiled and watched his mother's ass as she walked back to the dance floor. He then went and helped his dad out of the club and into a cab. On the ride home his dad didn't even ask about his wife, he was trashed. When they got back to the hotel Don could hardly walk. Ryan managed to get him into the elevator and upstairs but in the hallway outside their rooms Don passed out in the floor. Ryan couldn't help but laugh a bit but when he tried to pick his dad up he realized how heavy an unconscious body was. He used his keycard to open his room up so he could set his wallet and his dad's coat down. That way he would have both arms free to pick up his dad. He bent down and gently slapped his dad a couple times trying to wake him up. After the third slap Don's eyes popped open.

"Dad! C'mon you've gotta make it to your bed." Ryan said standing his father up.

"Yeah yeah kiddo.......no problem." Don said staggering back and forth.

The only problem was that Don was so drunk he headed for the only open door he could see. He stumbled towards Ryan's room and quickly fell across the end of Ryan's bed.

"No dad, that's the wrong room!" Ryan yelled but it was too late.

Too tired and drunk to try and pick up his dad Ryan grabbed Don's key card from his back pocket and opened the door. His plan was to wait for his mom to come back and tell her that Don had passed out in his room. Just for the night they'd have to switch rooms. But after about twenty minutes Ryan had passed out himself.

Three hours later Amanda Schaffer got off the elevator and stumbled to her room. To put it mildly she was smashed. She kept giggling to herself for no reason. She been dancing for about four hours and the alcohol she'd drank had taken full effect. It took her a few minutes just to get the key card into the slot. When she opened the door the only light was coming from the bathroom. She dropped her purse by the door and pulled off her heels. As she tried to balance herself she knocked over a bottle sitting on the table. The noise was loud enough to wake Ryan from his coma. He opened his eyes and it took him a minute to remember he was in his parent's room. He looked down at the foot of the bed and saw his mother stumble by. Just as he was about to say something his mother stopped at the bathroom door and pulled her dress down to her ankles. Ryan's eyes lit up like pie plates. Before him now his mother was naked except for a black thong.

"Oh shit." Ryan thought as his mother closed the door.

Ryan laid there in the dark with his heart beating like crazy. In just a few minutes his drunken mother is going to come out of the bathroom and get into bed with him laying in it. He knew he should get up and turn the lights on and tell her what had happened but he couldn't help but want to see what would happen if he didn't. In the worst case scenario he could just pretend he was passed out. Just then the bathroom door opened and the light went out. Ryan was now safe in complete darkness.

Amanda felt her way to the bed and pulled the covers back. She lied down and snuggle up to who she thought was her husband. Amanda was drunk and horny, she thought that maybe if she tried she could stir her husband and they could have some drunken sex. 

"Hey baby, are you awake?" She said gently kissing Ryan's neck.

Ryan was trying not to hyperventilate as his mother kissed his neck. He wasn't too worried about her noticing anything because he was built very much like his father. The only difference was that he had a little more hair on his head. Not knowing what to do he simply grunted. "Ummhmmm"

"Oh baby, I'm so wet right now." Amanda moaned as she kissed her way up Ryan's neck.

Amanda tilted her son's head toward her and pressed her lips against his. In her drunken state she didn't know anything was amiss. Ryan was in heaven, he was kissing his mother finally. It was wrong but he didn't care at the moment. Daringly Ryan reached over with his hand and groped his mother's tit. Amanda responded by forcing her tongue into her son's mouth. They kissed like lovers for a few minutes. Ryan didn't want to stop but what he felt next made him break the kiss momentarily. Amanda's hand had slid down and she was undoing his belt.

"Ohhh......god I need this." Amanda moaned.

Ryan could do nothing but lay there motion less as his mother's hands quickly had his pants undone. Ryan took in a deep breath waiting to see what would happen next, and he didn't have to wait long. Amanda reached into her son's pants and wrapped her hand around her son's rock hard cock. She was surprised that for some reason Don's cock was bigger than usual. Her drunken mind didn't dwell on it very long as she began unknowingly stroking her son's cock.

"Oh godddd....."Ryan quietly moaned.

Amanda's lips once again found her son's and her tongue danced with his as she jacked his cock. After a few minutes she got up and in the darkness Ryan couldn't tell what she was doing. Then the most wonderful feeling he'd ever felt happened as a warm wetness engulfed his cock. 

"OH MY GOD!!!" Ryan thought as his own mother sucked his cock.

Amanda rarely gave her husband a blowjob but since he'd managed to get it up that well she was going to reward him. The room went quiet except for slurping sounds as Ryan's cock went in and out of his mother's mouth. Boldly he grabbed the back of his mother's head and began to control the pace of the best blowjob he'd ever had. Before long he was fucking his mother's mouth. It didn't take much longer and Ryan knew he was about to cum. 

"Oh god!" Ryan hissed doing his best to disguise his voice.

He knew he could ruin the whole thing buy cumming in his mother's mouth without warning her but he just couldn't resist. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't do it. Amanda felt the cock in her mouth began to swell and she knew her husband was about to cum. Part of her hoped he would've lasted a bit longer because she could really use a good fucking but another part of her was in the giving mood. Ryan's hips bucked uncontrollably as his cock erupted into his mother's mouth.

"FUUUUUUUUCKKKK!!!" Ryan moaned deeply.

Amanda sucked harder and harder being careful not to let any cum go to waste. Normally swallowing cum made her a little sick but as drunk as she was it went down easily. Even after she'd milked her son's hard cock of all its cream she still sucked. Finally relenting Ryan's cock slipped from his mother's mouth with a loud pop.

"God baby, that was hot." Amanda said running her finger nails down her son's thighs.

It usually took her husband at least an hour to recover but to her amazement when her hand brushed against his cock it was still rock hard. 

"Oh baby, gimme that cock!" Amanda moaned as she straddled her son.

Ryan couldn't even speak he was so drained from his orgasm. He laid there amazed that any of this was happening. He felt his mother grab his cock and guide it to her pussy. In one slow motion Amanda sat down onto her son's cock. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her son's cock penetrated her pussy deeper than she'd remembered ever being penetrated before.

"Oh fuck baby! God what's gotten into you?" She moaned.

Slowly but surely Amanda increased the pace as she rode her son. Ryan reached up into the darkness and squeezed his mother tits together. All that could be heard was the sound of Amanda's ass slapping against her son's hips. After ten minutes or so Ryan rolled on top of his mother and kissed her deeply as he slowly fucked her wet pussy. Amanda was in pure ecstasy, her toes curled as she felt her orgasm building.

"C'mon baby, fuck me harder!" She groaned.

Ryan took her cue and began to pound her harder and harder. He raised her legs to her chest and began fucking his mother as hard and as fast as he could. It only took a couple of minutes before he knew he was about to lose it again. Just as he felt his balls tighten he felt his mother's body began to tremble.

"OHH FUCK BABY, I'M CUMMING!" Amanda screamed.

At that moment Ryan tensed up and unloaded a massive torrent of cum inside his mother's hot pussy. Amanda groaned loudly as her son's cock emptied load after load of hot cum inside her convulsing cunt. The two lovers remained joined for another minute or two before Ryan leaned down and kissed his mother again. Their tongues coiled around each other as Ryan's cock softened inside his mother's soaked pussy. After a bit Ryan rolled off his mother and went to pee. He looked at his self in the mirror and smiled. When he walked back into the room he heard his mother snoring. She'd finally passed out. 

After the euphoria of what happened wore off a little Ryan knew he had to get his dad back into his own room. A quietly as he could he opened the door and knowing that his life depended on it, Ryan managed to get his father back into his own bed. To complete the scene he pulled his dad's pants down then he went back to his room.

As he lay down on his own bed Ryan couldn't believe he'd just fucked his own mother and she was none the wiser. This vacation was shaping up quite nicely he thought to himself as he drifted off.

To be continued...



Wrong Room!



I was a virgin when we married, and Mike was a wonderful, caring lover. He taught me how to make love, and we had been married for a year. He told me he want to do something special for our first wedding anniversary, and so I opened the envelope excitedly as I sat at my office desk.

It read.

Darling Helen,

You are my world, and I love you more than anything. To celebrate our first wedding anniversary, I wan to make tomorrow night the most erotic night of your life. I want to pleasure you in ways you never thought possible. When you leave work tonight, please go shopping and buy yourself some sexy lingerie and some high heels. I know you do not normally wear this kind of clothing, but it will be an important part of our evening together.

At seven p.m. tomorrow night you are to be wearing your new lingerie, and put on a long overcoat over the top. Then, a taxi will arrive to collect you right on seven, and you will be delivered to a hotel where I will be waiting. You are to enter the hotel, and proceed to room 142, where you will knock on the door. I will be in the room ready for you, my love. You are to also blindfold yourself and enter the room when the door is opened, completely blindfolded.

Once inside the room, you are to do EVERYTHING YOU ARE ASKED, WITHOUT QUESTION. You are my wife, and I need you to trust me in this.

If you agree to my proposal of the most erotic night of our lives together, send me a text message saying only 'Yes'. Upon receipt of this text message, I will not be coming hope tonight, but will stay at the hotel tonight, getting things ready for you to arrive tomorrow night!

I love you and am sitting here with my phone in my hand waiting for your response.....

Love, Mike

I bit my lip as I imagined climbing into a taxi in lingerie and a long coat! I imagined arriving at the hotel , walking into the elevator and heading up to room 143. I imagined standing there, blindfolded in my heels and coat and lingerie, waiting for him to let me in and make love to me. I imagined, no, I was unable to imagine what he might do to me to make the night the most erotic of my life.

I sent the text. "Yes".

The next night I was dressed and ready when the taxi arrived, and I noticed the driver leering at my heels and overcoat. He must have been trying to see what I was wearing under the coat, because he kept adjusting the mirror on the way to the hotel. He was creepy, and I kept pulling my coat tighter to make sure my lingerie was not peeping through at any point.

When we arrived, I was totally nervous, and the walk in the main entrance, wearing lingerie underneath, made me flushed and blush in the face. I had never done anything so sexy, and I was sure people in the foyer were looking at me like I was some kind of call girl or something.

As I stepped into the elevator, I felt for the blindfold in my pocket, and bit my lip nervously. The bright red lipstick tasted like strawberries. I usually wore very little makeup, but given Mike was doing everything else, I figured I might surprise him a little by putting on a lot more makeup than usual. His words were ringing in my brain as the elevator reached the 14th floor and I stepped out.

"Once inside the room, you are to do EVERYTHING YOU ARE ASKED, WITHOUT QUESTION. You are my wife, and I need you to trust me in this."

I had left the note at home, but I remembered the details and was totally excited. I approached room 143 and reached into my pocket for the blindfold. Looking left and right, feeling very nervous that someone might see me standing there wearing heels, a coat and a blindfold, I quickly put it on and then knocked at the door, my knees like jelly.

As I stood outside room 143, I heard music and it seemed like a number of people inside the room, which confused me, but Mike's words were clear.

The door opened.

"Whoooooaa! Come on in baby! We've been expecting you."

The voice was unfamiliar, but when he took me by the hand and lead me inside, I figured Mike must have been one of the other voices in the room.

Once inside, the man spoke to me again, shouting in my ear so he could be heard over the loud music.

"We're ready when you are, honey. Just do your thing and the boys and I will join in whenever you feel ready."

I was confused.

What did he mean?

Where was Mike?

What was I expected to do?

"Dance, baby, dance!" said a voice nearby.

I turned my blindfolded head in an attempt to try and hear if it was Mike. His words in the letter echoed in my confused head.

Once inside the room, you are to do EVERYTHING YOU ARE ASKED, WITHOUT QUESTION. You are my wife, and I need you to trust me in this.

I began to dance, still wearing my long coat and blindfold. Nervously at first, I soon heard some cheering and yelling, and the men in the room were making me feel relaxed saying nice things about me. 

I became hot as I danced, and so I removed the coat, and that caused all sorts of wolf-whistling and cheering from I don't know how many men in the room.

Still unable to see, I kept moving and began to get a little excited by the thoughts running through my head. I had never done anything like this before. Here I was, blindfolded, wearing high heels and lingerie, dancing and being watched by some men, and presumably Mike!

I imagined him watching me dance, and despite the fact strangers were in the room with me, I wondered what he was thinking. I wondered if this public display was exciting my husband. I have no idea why or how, but it was exciting me, and for the first time in my life, I was enjoying knowing that men were enjoying watching my body move to music. I felt alive and very turned on.

As I thought about Mike's clear instructions to do everything I was asked, without question, a person approached me from behind and took hold of my body. I flinched at first, but he smelled good, and I relaxed a little when he pressed his body into me as we began to move together in front of the others.

A loud cheer went up when the man reached around and squeezed my breasts. I was shocked! Mike was the only man to ever touch me there, and although I had no idea why he was letting this person touch me this way, I was strangely aroused by the contact. I pictured my Mike sitting in a chair somewhere in the room watching, and I suddenly realised he must like this. He must have wanted me to let this man touch me this way, and let these other men watch me dance this way. I didn't understand why, but the thought of it made me very excited, and I started to press my buttocks backwards to wards the man holding me as we danced.

In room 142, a concerned Mike looked at this watch again. 7.15pm. She was late. And what was that bloody noise coming from the room next door?

In room 143 I kept dancing with the man as the music was turned up and the heavy beat started to get to me. Still blindfolded, another person joined us dancing, and I felt his face very near mine, his aftershave getting in my nostrils. It was a lovely smell, and the combination of the closeness of the two men, the music, the costume I was wearing, and the thought of Mike watching me helped me overcome my initial shyness.

Leaning forward as my instincts took over, I kissed the man in front of me, and again a huge cheer went up. This time though, the dancing stopped and my body was taken hold by I have no idea how many hands and men. It was incredibly sexy but also scarey as I was touched, my bottom pinched, and my lingerie started to be removed. 

Still blindfolded, I started to protest as I felt a mouth on my breast, sucking on my nipple, making it all hard and aroused. Then I remembered Mike's instructions, and I simply lay my head back and decided to enjoy the treatment the men were giving me.

Soon I was completely naked apart from my heels, and I was carried into what was obviously a bedroom. Laid down on a huge mattress, my blindfold was finally removed, and I blinked a few times, trying to find my beloved Mike. I could not. There were seven men in the room with me, and all were playing with their penises, some naked, others dressed as they began to play with my body once more. 

Where was Mike? I was totally confused still, but understood that he loved me and that he had planned this whole thing. I figured he must have been watching from somewhere, on a camera or something, and so I decided to do as I was told, and do everything the men asked me. I decided to make Mike totally turned on by watching me if that was his desire.

In room 142, Mike rang the taxi company, to discover that Helen was in fact picked up, and she was in fact delivered as requested to the hotel.

On the bed I allowed a stranger to lick my pussy for the first time ever apart from my husband, Mike. It felt very good, and I started to have an orgasm when the man to my left leant forward and started to suck my nipples at the same time. It was too much for me, and I squealed loudly in climax as the two men made love to me with their mouths. The orgasm made all the men cheer loudly once more, and as I started to come down from such a climax, a new man climbed on the bed ad offered his penis for me to put in my mouth. I was so excited knowing Mike was watching that I took him in my mouth straight away and started to slobber and suck the second penis ever to cross my lips.

In room 142 a now very concerned Mike heard a squeal from the room next door. He banged on the wall. 

"Keep it down in there will you?"

He was angry now and walked out of he room, ignoring the noise and music coming from room 14 a headed for the elevator. He went down to the lobby and asked the concierge if he had seen a woman dressed in a long coat and heels with blonde hair.

"Yes, sir. She arrived at seven and went straight up. I have no idea what room she went to, but let me assure you sir, we frown upon that sort of activity here at the Ritz."

Realizing the man thought Helen was a hooker, Mike turned and headed back upstairs to his room.

As he left the elevator on room 14, he heard another loud scream from the room next to his. This time the sound made him concerned, as it sounded lie a woman in trouble. Raising his courage, he knocked on room 143, but there was no answer. The music was very loud, and he could hear al sorts of cheering and laughter coming from inside.

He knocked again, this time louder.

The door opened, and a man stood there in underpants and socks.

"Hey bro, some on in" said the man, before sculling from a beer can in his hand.

Confused, but wanting to make sure there was nothing sinister happening in the room, Mike walked in. There seemed to be something happening in one of the two bedrooms, and so Mike tentatively walked towards the door to get a better look. As he entered the doorway, he froze.

On the bed, dressed in only heels, was a blonde woman. She was on her hands and knees, as a fat man fucked her from behind, and a younger, thinner man pushed his cock into her mouth from the front. She was being spit-roasted, and she was enjoying it. Other men were touching her all over, and Mike could see fingers in her arse, squeezing her tits and pinching and slapping her bottom.

As the man behind her came, he pulled out and splattered his cum all over her back. He was quickly replaced by another man with a very large cock, and in no time at all, the woman started to cum. She moaned at first, which made the man in her mouth start to groan too. Then, as the man with the large cock jammed it in even further, and the man in her mouth started to cum in her throat, the woman began to cum as the other men teased and played with her body like a toy.

She swallowed what she could, and then screamed and shook her head like a rag doll as her body was wracked with the orgasm. Her boobs shook in the hands of the men squeezing them, and suddenly all the men started to pull their cocks and cover the climaxing woman with cum. She was drenched, completely soaked with cum all over her back, arse and hair as the men juiced all over her.

Once they had all finished, the men stepped back, and Mike, now totally erect, stepped on to the bed. Slowly, as the woman lay writhing in cum on her stomach, Mike pushed forward and stuck his cock in her arse. The woman leapt forward, but she was trapped as the other men held her in place, until Mike's cock was embedded deeply in her tight virgin arse.

"Happy anniversary, baby," he said as he pumped his dick into her arse, until he too dumped a huge load of cum into her bowels........

And in room 142, all was quiet.



Wrong Room



I missed my date with Patricia and she was narked. So was I for that matter. It hadn't been my fault that I was going to be so late, and I had texted her to explain and apologise. Had no effect though. She wasn't waiting up for me. The hint was very plain that the lack of a date would be followed up by a lack of nooky for me afterwards.

But it really wasn't my fault. My father says my driving skills are abysmal. My so called mates say he's just flattering me. They don't rate them that high. 

In all honesty, I have to agree. Driving is boring and my mind wanders. It's generally the screams of terrified passengers that focuses my attention back on the road. So I tend not to drive, finding public transport quite efficient and a lot cheaper than running a car.

So I take the train a lot and being on one that gets derailed can't be blamed on me. And it's not as though I could just scramble out of the wreckage and catch the next one. No-one was catching a train until after the clean-up, which meant I had to find alternate transport and that took some time. 

The result being I missed my date with Patricia and she was narked and I was getting no nooky that night.

Not a satisfactory turn of events in my book. The problem was how to alleviate Patricia's annoyance, which might in turn lead to a relaxation of the no nooky policy.

My solution was some nice perfume and some chocolates. With those in hand I headed to the dorm where Patricia stayed. I know that the dorm had a no men in the rooms rule, plus no visitors after lights out, which was at the ridiculous hour of ten, but I figured I could sneak in without any problems.

It was a fine night, still very warm after a scorcher of a day, so I figured Patricia might be in bed but unlikely to be asleep. I'm a rather adept climber. I knew her room, number 312, was at the corner of the floor. It would be easy for me to scale the outside of the building and Patricia was sure to have the window open, trying to catch the breeze.

So it proved. I went up the side of that building like a possum up a tree, not even having to stop and rest. I went in through the window real fast. There was sufficient moonlight for me to see Patricia was lying on her bed nude. And a very attractive sight she was. Mind, from just above her breasts upwards was in complete shadow, but what wasn't in shadow was magnificently displayed.

I moved quietly over to the bed and sat down next to her. One hand covered her mouth and the other covered one of her breasts. Why not? I had to put it somewhere. I leaned over and started talking quickly.

"It's OK, Pat, it's just me. I came in through the window. Don't panic. Sorry if I gave you a fright but it's only me. I really wanted to see you tonight. Sorry about the delay but the accident wasn't my fault."

Patricia had given a compulsive heave when I first touched her, understandably shocked to be woken up by a man in her room, even if it was me. She settled down though as I urgently explained. She started to mumble and shake her head, so I quickly moved my hand.

"Sorry about that, Pat," I apologised. "I didn't want you screaming before you realised it was only me."

"How nice," said a really chilly soprano, which raised the hairs on the back of my neck. "Too bad I'm not Patricia. She has room 312."

"This is room 312," I protested, dismayed. "Damn it, I'd counted the floors carefully."

"This is room 412. One floor too many, mate. The uni uses the American numbering system. Floors 1, 2, 3, 4, Rather than the normal system of Ground, 1, 2, 3. You came one floor too many.

And do you mind taking your hand of my breast?"

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry," ignoring the hint re. my hand. "I'll just slip down a floor. Will it be safe to use the stairs?"

"It'll be safe enough, as long as you take care. Safer than you'll be, if you don't move your hand. But Pat won't be there."

"Why not? Where's she gone? And I like holding your breast. It's comfortable."

"She went home for the weekend when her deadbeat boyfriend stood her up. I assume that you're the said deadbeat. And you're not holding my breast, you're paying with it. Shift your hand."

I shifted my hand while I considered the situation. 

"I'm not exactly a deadbeat," I pointed out. "I did message her that there had been a train delay due to the derailment. I couldn't really help it. It's not as though I was driving the train."

"From what I hear of your driving, lucky for everyone," came the snide comment, "and moving your hand doesn't mean change boobs."

"Oh, sorry," I apologised again, moving my hand away from her breasts. I was about to go on when she interrupted me.

"If your hand goes any closer towards my pussy, I'm going to slap you."

"Worth it," I mumbled. "Ah, what's your name?"

"I'm Tracy. You, I take it, are David."

"Um, right," I admitted. "This is all most annoying. Sorry again," I added, when my hand accidentally brushed against her mound. "An accident, I assure you."

"Accident, my arse," Tracy snapped. "Just keep your hands to yourself. Time for you to go. You might as well use the stairs as you're leaving the building and it won't matter if you're caught."

"No, truly, it was an accident. If it had been deliberate I'd have done something like this," I said, neatly cupping her femininity. 

Tracy squeaked and bounced on the bed, knocking my hand away.

"Bastard," she snapped. "Just go away."

"The problem is Tracy, with Pat not here I've got nowhere to go except home and it's a long way. How about I stay here for a while and I can play with you."

My hand had, somehow or other, come into contact with Tracy's breast again, and I was idly pushing her nipple around with my thumb.

Tracy slapped at my hand. Only slapped I noticed. Not pushing it determinedly away.

"Are you kidding?" she said. "Patricia is not available so you want to have sex with me as a substitute?"

"Don't be silly," I said. "I'd love to have sex with you, but not as a substitute. You're a lovely young woman and any man would love to entertain you."

My hand was wandering back down over Tracy's tummy, and she was hastily trying to protect herself from probing fingers. I don't think Tracy had really considered the fact that she was naked until I'd cupped her mound. Now she was acutely conscious of it.

"Me being silly? Your girlfriend isn't here and so you're asking to have sex with me and you think I'm being silly?"

"Somewhat. I admit I'm assuming you're not a virgin and know what's what. And my entertaining you won't have any impact on Patricia. We're just friends you know."

"Intimate friends, I believe," said Tracy drily, pushing my hands away again.

"Very intimate," I agreed, "but we're not engaged or married. You're dithering. You want to say yes, don't you?"

"What on earth makes you think I want to say yes to having sex with a stranger? I hadn't even met you until you came sneaking through my window. In error, I might point out."

"You're curious what it would be like to have a sudden one night stand with a stranger," I told Tracy. "You really want to, but don't know how to say yes. 

I'll tell you what. To save you the trouble of wrestling with your conscious I'll just assume that you've said yes and take it from there."

I mean, when you consider it logically, if Tracy didn't want to have sex with me she'd have said so. She hadn't said so. Ergo, she wanted to be laid. Consider, she was hot and naked and a man was touching her. She couldn't help but be slightly excited.

This time when my hand slipped down over Tracy's pussy she made no attempt to stop me. I felt her shiver slightly but she let me start exploring her body. I took it slowly, giving Tracy every chance to object, but as each moment passed my explorations grew more audacious.

A little pressure on the inside of Tracy's knee encouraged her legs to part a little more. My hand promptly stroked along her inner thigh, easing her lips apart slightly when I reached them and dipping inside. 

I suddenly deserted her body, just leaning over her to kiss her, pressing her head down against the pillows, only my lips touching her. The main reasons for this was it gave her a little respite, helping to ease her mind, it was as sexy as hell going from being fingered to suddenly just being kissed, and it helped me to get rid of excess clothes. Mine.

When my hands started exploring again Tracy pushed her breasts up against them and when one went further afield she pushed her pussy firmly into my palm as I cupped her. I placed one of her hands on my breast. Her fingers tangled in the hair there while she took in the fact that I'd lost some clothes. Then her hand went wandering to find out how much clothing I'd lost.

Mind you, all Tracy needed to do was lift her head and look to see how dressed or undressed I was. She, however, preferred the Braille method, letting her fingers read what was on my body. She had a feather light touch and as her fingers came closer to a certain point I was almost shivering with expectation.

Her fingers reached my groin, tangled in the hair there and tugged (the bitch) and then slowly circled the prize. There was the faintest touch on my testicles and then a slow drag of fingernails the entire length of my cock, across the head and back down again. She must have known what she was doing to me because my hand tightened somewhat on her pussy and she laughed at me.

After that little incident we both spent some time trying to drive the other over the edge while resisting falling ourselves. I don't think it was a fair contest as Tracy's target was sort of standing up where she had easy access while I had to go diving for mine. On top of that, when she suddenly rolled over I lost contact and before I could regain it Tracy was chewing on my cock.

If you think Tracy coming down on me wasn't enough to almost have me exploding on the spot, you're crazy. And she knew it, too.

I stood it for as long as I could, watching her head bob up and down, feeling increased pressure in my loins as she went. When her teeth scraped lightly over the head of my cock I wanted to scream. Instead, I pulled her off me. I had her flat on the bed, legs spread and knees raised before she could say boo. She couldn't take her eyes off me (off my cock, anyway), watching as I knelt, poised above her. Then I was driving down and in, a single thrust being quite sufficient to drive me fully into her. Helped, I must admit, by Tracy humping her sweet little fanny up to meet me.

After that, things got very interesting, very fast. Although Tracy was enjoying herself I was quite sure that she was trying to make me come before I was ready and, even more annoying, before she was ready. I'm quite sure she was doing it just to see if she could make me spill too early. 

It reached a point where I had to slow down every so often to prevent an early eruption. Tracy was giggling when I did so, breathing hard and eager to press forward again. My pauses meant that it took Tracy longer to reach her climax, as well, but as far as I was concerned there was a plus side. Once Tracy was ready to come I was able to prolong that moment, keeping her hovering there, swearing and pleading.

When it felt like my testicles were going to burst from the pressure I finally relented, driving in hard, scattering my seed as I came. Tracy gave a muffled shriek and bucked hard up against me, almost crushing my poor weapon, her inner muscles closed so tightly around it.

Drained, I relaxed on the bed next to Tracy. She lay there, eyes half closed, little tremors still running through her as she slowly came down from her high.

"That," I finally said, "was interesting."

"Maybe," said Tracy, panting a little, "but as far as I'm concerned it never happened. After all, I don't even know you."

"OK," I said. I must admit it sounded reasonable. I couldn't really see Tracy wanting to boast of a one night stand with a relative stranger.

"One question. Is it not going to happen again, if I wait around for a little while?" 

Tracy just flashed me a laughing face and said nothing. I just lay there, biding my time.



Wrong Room



"You ready for another one?" he heard his buddy Tony ask.

"No man." He responded with a drunken slur, not even bothering to lift his head from the bar. "I'm good."

"Where you staying tonight?" Tony questioned.

"Probably at my folks house." he slurred in response. "Thankfully ... my mom hasn't ... touched my room since I moved out."

"That's cool at least. Come on man ... I'll give you a ride." this time the sound of car keys jingling accompanied his friends voice.



It was nearly 1 O' Clock in the morning, when the back door opened with a crash, and in stumbled a dark figure. Of course if happened at the worst possible moment in the scary movie she was watching, and Melissa jumped in terror, stifling a scream and hiding behind a pillow, like THAT was going to do any good!

The figure lumbered, terrifyingly, across the room, the shadows making it seem even more ominous. It lumbered closer to her, and briefly into the light, just enough for her to recognize her older brother Kyle, putting her mind at ease. 

'What is he doing here?' she wondered, breathing a sigh of relief. 'He moved out with Karen almost a year ago.' Karen was his girlfriend of the last couple years, she was pretty, with long brown hair, though not as long as Melissa's, and a slim figure. She had a way of looking down her nose at people that made you feel inferior but Kyle seemed to like her. It was then she noticed his obvious inebriation and, as he turned and stumbled down the hall toward the bedrooms hands on the wall for balance, she understood. 'Karen broke up with him!'

She felt so bad for him, she and Kyle had always been close. Even though he was several hears older and popular, and she was a bit of a geek, he was always there for her when they were younger. He never let anyone pick on her, not for her glasses, her crooked teeth or later on, for her braces. He even beat up the first, and only, guy to break her heart.

She had always been a bit of a bookworm but after that heartbreak, she buried herself in her books even more. Books were reliable, books didn't lie, books didn't break your heart, and books didn't cheat on you with your best friend.

'I wonder what happened?' Melissa thought. She continued watching him as he drunkenly swayed down the hall, until he disappeared into the shadows. Hearing the sound of a door clicking shut, she turned back to the TV to finish her movie.



Making his way in the dark, trying to find the bed, he found it, toes first, with a crunch.

"Sunnuva!!!!" He muttered, hopping around a bit before he decided that was a bad idea. Apparently he had startled the room and it began to spin. Catching himself on the edge of the bed, he decided to pause a moment until the room calmed down to a more stationary pose.

Confident the room was no longer surprised by his presence, and was once again content sitting still, he pulled his shirt over his head. Balling it up, he tossed it unceremoniously into the corner, his socks and pants quickly followed.

Feeling the outline of the bed in the darkness, Kyle made his way to the headboard. Pulling back the covers roughly he fell face first into the bed. Reaching behind to grab the covers, he pulled them over his body as sleep was already closing in.

"I can't believe she left me for HIM!" he muttered into the pillow as the last vestige of consciousness faded.



30 minutes later Melissa gave up. After seeing Kyle come in she just couldn't get back into the movie and slowly made her way to her own room. After a quick stop in the bathroom to brush her teeth and take out her contacts, she turned off the light, opened the door, and began to make her way to her bedroom.

Pulling her long brown hair up into a pony tail as she walked, she was nearly to her room when with a "THUD" walked right into the closed door.

"Owww!" she muttered rubbing her forehead. 'I didn't close my door!' she thought to herself and then it occurred to her. KYLE! She had moved into his old room a couple weeks ago! It had been their parents 18th birthday present to her to let her have the bigger room since Kyle had moved out.

'It was probably as much a gift for mom.' she thought absently, as she turned the knob. Less than a week later her old room had been turned into her mom's new sewing room.

Opening the door confirmed her thoughts, for there in her bed, illuminated by the faint light sneaking in from outside, was her brother, passed out, fast asleep in her bed.

Melissa was torn. 'What should I do?' she wondered, looking at her brothers sleeping form. 'Do I go back and sleep on the couch? Do I try to wake him up and send HIM to the couch? Or do I just climb in and stay on my side?'

'Well it IS a double bed.' she thought to herself, which ultimately made the decision for her.

Slipping out of her pants, she turned around to draw her shirt over her head before removing her bra. Massaging her firm breasts, that were reveling in their new found freedom, she slipped on her nightie. 

Even though she suspected a marching band could have come through the room and not woken him, she was mindfully careful as she pulled back the covers and slid into bed. Drawing the covers over her, she fluffed the pillow. Resting her head on the pillow, she took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Moments later, just as sleep was nearly upon her, the bed shifted as Kyle rolled over.

His body was chilled against her hot body as he spooned up against her. She was shocked as his arm snaked around her body to cup her breasts. His large form was molded up against her, his legs intertwined with her own but what shocked her the most was the large erection stabbing her in the back.

She was as wide awake as her eyes were open, her heart pounding and her breath ragged. 'How many times have you imagined THIS?' she thought. 'well I mean this but NOT THIS!' she corrected her thoughts. 'I mean, not KYLE!' Even in her thoughts she couldn't keep anything straight she was so shocked. 

Not daring to move, barely daring to breath, she wanted him to stop and roll back over, yet desperately hoped he wouldn't.

It was a bittersweet sensation when his hand left her breast and she anticipated he would roll over at any moment. Down her torso his firm hand slid and then into her soft cotton panties.

If it was possible for her eyes to open any further they would have popped out of their sockets and fallen on the floor as his fingers slid over, and then into, her freshly shaven mound. She had never been touched there, not even by herself. The stimulation was intense as his fingers touched her and, with a quivering exhale, melted into his embrace

'It had always seemed so dirty, and naughty!' she thought to herself as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.

Kyle's fingers slipped further down and into her pussy, he began nuzzling her neck, causing her breath to catch momentarily.

"Oh God!" she murmured as his fingers continued to stimulate.

'THIS IS YOUR BROTHER!' her conscience screamed at her. But all thoughts of how wrong this was were fading, rapidly! Between his muscular form spooned up against her, the hand playing with her pussy, his hot breath and lips on her neck, and his hard cock in her hand.

'When had that happened?' she thought briefly 'and why wasn't he wearing underwear?' giving his shaft a slow soft stroke.

It was the first cock she had ever experienced, outside of a book that is, and even in the darkness she marveled at it size.

Always the academic she decided it was time to "do a little research." Rolling over to get a better look at the tool in her hand, she wasn't fast enough to avoid his mouth as it found purchase on her lips. She opened her mouth in shock, to protest, which instead gave way for his tongue. Around and around her mouth it twirled finding and teasing her own. Her eyes drifted shut reluctantly as his kiss intensified.

Stroking his cock with greater fervor she relished in the attention her body was receiving. She tingled everywhere but especially wherever she was being touched by Kyle.

The fingers between her legs moved back up to her clit as she aggressively returned his kiss, driving him over and onto his back. Kneeling next to him she broke the kiss long enough to get a look at his rigid cock still clutched in her grip.

Ignoring he fact he wasn't wearing underwear, she focused on his cock. It fascinated her. It seemed so much larger than she anticipated, she HAD to measure it. Gripping it at the base, she moved her other hand down to meet it. Bringing the first hand over the second like she was trying to get first ups in a baseball game, she was shocked to see the head still sticking out of her hand. Three hands and then some! Estimating the size of her hand and doing the math in her head quickly, she figured it had to be at least 7" long, and thick enough, her hand couldn't reach all the way around.

'Was that normal?' she thought inquisitively.

Kyle's hand caressing her thigh shocked her back to reality. Frantically looking back at him she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his eyes were still closed.

Her heart was pounding from everything. The Taboo of the whole situation, the stimulation she had already received, the shock just now when she thought Kyle had woken up to see his sister playing with his hard cock, and finally because she knew what was about to happen.

Moving her hand back up to feel the size, shape, and texture of his helmet, she brought her face closer to get a better view.

The light in the room was dim as she examined it with an almost scientific curiosity. She moved it this way and that to put the light in the best possible place for her discovery, all while slowly stroking her brothers meat.

Just when she thought she was finished studying every square inch she noticed a small glistening ball of liquid at the tip of the helmet.

From her books she knew immediately it was his semen, his cum, and she knew she had to taste it. Without hesitation she bent closer and licked it off, coming back briefly to kiss the top of the head.

It wasn't at all what she was expecting. She had read it would be sour, or bitter, and salty, VERY salty. Well it WAS salty but it was also ... sweet, creamy. Giving his cock several more strokes earned her a little more.

This time instead of just licking it off, she repositioned herself between his legs and licked all the way up from the base, up and over the top before letting herself taste his sweet treat.

His reaction to that maneuver shocked her, and after once again confirming he was still passed out, she did it again. This time though she hovered over the head of his cock, her hot breath stimulating it as much as her hand.

Was she REALLY going to do this? 'Are you REALLY going to suck your brothers COCK!?' her conscience asked her.

'Academia be DAMNED!' she answered. 'Books only take you so far. Sometimes you have to jump in and get your hands dirty!'

The first kiss, she planted right on the tip. The second, started with a small lick just underneath the helmet before taking the head in her mouth. Melissa paused there, the head of Kyle's cock in her mouth, her soft brown eyes wide to make sure once again he was still asleep, before she continued.

Nervously, she began. She had little knowledge of how to suck cock and do it properly. She had browsed through the Kama Sutra book at the library a few times, and she had a few friends who had done it before and were quite descriptive but that was the limit of her knowledge

Pooling all of her knowledge together, she pulled her lips back over her teeth and took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Conscious of her uvula she stopped short of the back of her throat marking the depth with her hand.

Looking at how deep she had gone she was amazed to see she had taken about half of his length without gagging. Determined to do better, she began again with a slightly different technique.

Cupping his heavy scrotum in her hand, she lightly teased his balls. Dropping her head down there she licked and sucked his balls while making her way to the base of his shaft. A couple of soft moans initially made her pause, until she realized it was just an unconscious sign of approval.

Continuing her journey, she licked, sucked, and french kissed all up and down Kyle's hard veined shaft. She especially focused on the area below the head. She had gotten the most reaction there.

Armed with her new found knowledge, she took him in her mouth again. This time licking that sensitive area as she sucked, dragging her pouty lip over it when she nearly pulled it out of her mouth, before diving on it again. His breathing, moaning and squirming gave her all the feedback she needed to know she was doing good and she soon developed a rhythm. 

Gripping his hard shaft, she would stroke the underside with her thumb, followed quickly by her soft lower lip, and finally her tongue that she would let lightly graze it the whole way down. On they way up, she would adjust her head and make her tongue rigid, putting more pressure on the underside of his shaft. She would suck hard while sliding it out of her mouth, being careful to keep her upper lip pulled back over her teeth. 

The more she did it the better, and faster, she got, she was also, she thought with a curiosity, making a LOT of spit. Being especially careful not to waste any of it, she used it to keep his shaft slick. 

Occasionally, she would move too fast and inadvertently break the seal her lips formed on his cock. With a slurp she would suck the spit that leaked out back into her mouth and keep on going without losing pace.

Struggling to keep her eyes open to see his reaction, she continued, wondering how she would know if he was getting close. Her heart was pounding in her chest with the excitement of the risque, taboo, situation but she couldn't stop, not yet.

Suppressing her nervousness she closed her eyes and let herself focus on the task in front of her. Continuing the pace of her rhythm, she was pleased when she noticed her saliva was taking on a different consistency and flavor. 

'It's starting to taste like his precum!' she thought with delight, knowing she HAD to be getting him close.

She didn't have much warning but it was enough. His legs and abs began tensing up and he starting meeting her mouth with small thrusts of his own.

'Are you ready for this Melissa?' she asked herself. 

'Oh yeah!' was her immediate response.

Following the suggestion of her girlfriends she pulled back so that her lips formed a seal behind the rim of his head and increased the pace of her hand as she continued stroking him.

"Uh ... Ahhh ... Ohhhhh!" He grunted as he filled her mouth with cum.

She didn't know how much to expect but what he gave her seemed to fill her, already spit filled, mouth. Her cheeks sucked in and out as she struggled to swallow it all, her eyes watering with the effort. 

Realizing that no more cum was 'forth-cumming,' she giggled to herself in her head at the joke she had just made, she took him back in her mouth. Knowing from her friends stories that his cock would continue to respond to her actions for a little while, she didn't want to miss anything. Plus, she also remembered how their boyfriends liked the additional attention. 

Melissa was so attentive to Kyle's cock, she never even noticed when his fingers began to play with her hair, when she did ... she panicked.

Pulling back quickly, her heart beating out of her chest and trying to come up with some excuse as to why her mouth was wrapped around his cock, his semen around her mouth, she rolled out from between his legs back to "her" side of the bed.

Sitting there on her knees, she brought her hands up to cover her cock-sucking mouth. Kyle's eyes were OPEN!

Tears began streaming down her face as she thought about the damage she may have just caused their relationship.

"A mmm mmm da do." He drunkenly murmured and rolled over, closing his eyes.

"OH MY GOD!" she whispered, her whole body shaking.

She had let this go too far, let her curiosity get the better of her.

'What if he had WOKEN UP!?' her conscience asked. 'What if he had SEEN YOU!?''

Ignoring the question of her conscience, Melissa tried taking a deep breath to calm her nerves but it was too shaky to achieve any calming effect. Grabbing her pillow, she slid off the bed and retreated back to the living room grabbing the comforter that had been tossed onto the floor as she left.

Crumbling on the couch she covered up with the comforter and tried to go to sleep but her mind was racing and her body was alive in a way it had never been before.

Her mouth still had the creamy taste of his cum and she sucked on her fingers but it wasn't the same. Running her fingers out of her mouth, over her chin, and down her chest, she tweaked her nipples on the way to her pussy.

Trying to relive everything that had just happened she slipped her fingers into her panties like Kyle had done earlier, her eyes rolled up in her head as they slipped into her warm, wet folds.

Any thought of it being dirty or naughty vanished with the first flick across her clit. She felt amazing inside as she explored her body in way she never had before.

Under the covers she brought a hand up inside her nightie to pinch her nipples and play with her breasts while the other continued working her pussy closer to orgasm.

As her fingers danced in and out of her pussy, and up and over her clit, she felt her body temp rising. 'Why have I never done this before?' she questioned pausing only long enough to cast the comforter off, before her hands were back to work. The musky smell of her stimulation soon filled the room, while she cooed her pleasure.

She was getting closer, she could feel it, but all she could think about was Kyle. Images of his cock flashed through her mind. She could still feel it in her hand, her mouth. She could still taste his semen. She imagined what it would look like to watch his huge dick disappear into her pussy. Wondered how it would feel. And then all sorts of other thoughts started going through her head.

'Is he still passed out?' 

'Could he even get hard again so soon after cumming?'

'If he was still passed out and if she could get him hard would he be able to finish inside her?'

She wasn't worried about getting pregnant because she was on the pill and had been for a couple of years now. Her OB had recommended it because she had periods that were irregular and often so painful, they were debilitating. She herself was against it at first but her mom was OK with it, probably because she knew Melissa didn't have a boyfriend and seemed perfectly content to keep it that way.

'NO!' Her conscience screamed at her as she pulled the fingers away from her clit, her mind made up.

Abandoning the comforter for now she padded back to her room with a determination that surprised her.

"Kyle?" she whispered, tiptoeing back into the room.

No response.

"Kyle? Are you awake?" she asked again, this time a bit louder.

Kyle's response that time made her jump but he was just rolling over.

"Kyle?" she asked again. Feeling more confident this time, she approached the bed.

When she was confident he wasn't going to answer, she drew her small bikini panties off, kicking them under the bed "just in case."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she smoothed his hair. He had always been so handsome but she had NEVER thought of him in this way. Never thought of doing what she was thinking about doing.

He stirred ever so slightly as she caressed him but she was beyond caring. She wasn't scared, she was determined.

"Scoot over." she whispered, sliding in with a smile on her face as he subconsciously obeyed.

Snuggling up next to him, she kissed him lightly on the lips. She was only partially surprised when he returned her kiss which quickly escalated. While her lips and tongue worked that end her hands did a little exploration of their own. She touched his muscular arms and his hard chiseled chest. She had seen him with his shirt off before but actually feeling it was exhilarating. Reaching around she grabbed his ass before coming back to his now, all too familiar, cock. 




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It wasn't hard but she was pleased to note, it WAS getting harder by the second. Scooting in closer, her kisses took on a more feverish tone as she mashed her breasts to his chest. His cock was hard again in her soft little hand.

Changing the angle of her kisses, and the force of her body on his, she rolled him onto his back, straddling him.

Poised above him she looked once more at his unconscious frame. With a loving smile Melissa leaned down to give her brother a kiss. It was a quick kiss, full lips with a quick darting of the tongue. Sliding her hands down his chest to her knees, she continued drawing them up her legs, hooking the hemline of her nightie as she passed it, and finished drawing her nightie up and over her head.

Tossing her nightie in the corner where her laundry basket was, she brought her hands down and tweaked her hard nipples again. It was strange to her how the pain could be so stimulating and erotic but it was.

Her pussy was literally dripping cum all over his cock. It was hot and hard against her but she wasn't done yet.

Leaning forward to kiss him some more, she rolled her hips around, enjoying the sensation of his cock against her hot box and clit, when she felt the head of it catch in her folds. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise. 

'Could it really be THAT easy!?' she wondered.

Pressing back, she felt herself opening up. Her mouth opened in ecstasy and surprise. Clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle the 'mews' she was beginning to utter, she continued pressing. This was like NOTHING she had ever experienced! This wasn't like putting in a tampon, which was the closest thing she had to compare it to, this was AMAZING!

He was nearly halfway in and she already felt full. How could she possibly take any more of him inside she didn't know, but it didn't hurt so she pressed on. 

Her pussy spasmed and tightened up with each press onto him but as each spasm passed it allowed her to take even more.

When she felt the boniness of his hips on her pelvis and his pubic hairs tickling her shaved mound, she knew she was bottomed out.

Focusing on the welcome invader inside her tight little body, her pussy spasmed several more times, each time relaxing, loosening up a bit more, as she became acclimated to it's presence.

"Oh my God!" she whispered. It felt better than anything she could have ever imagined.

'And this is just step one.' her mind teased. 

She began moving slowly, in part because she wasn't sure what to do and partly because on some level, she was still afraid of waking up Kyle. Back and forth she rocked her hips feeling him move ever so slightly within. Leaning forward gave her a better angle as she worked up to longer and longer strokes. When she found the limit of her motions, she started experimenting. She would thrust down on him hard, roll her hips around feeling his cock twirling inside her pussy, then rock her hips forward and back while clenching her thigh muscles, effectively milking his cock with her pussy. 

She was glad he was so passed out because it gave her a chance to play. It let her figure out what should could do and what she liked without feeling like she was being judged. Rocking back and forth on his cock some more, she was glad she had sucked his dick first because she knew her own orgasm was fast approaching and from what her friends had told her, he probably wouldn't have lasted this long already.

All shame gone, she let her fingers drift down to play with her clit while continuing to ride her brothers meat.

Soon, a grunting not her own alarmed her. Looking down she saw Kyle's eyes were partially open again. It didn't seem like he could bring them to focus but he was clearly aware of what was happening. 



Kyle felt like he was drifting in and out of dreamland. 'Why did I drink so much?' he wondered, 'and why do I feel so good?'

And then it dawned on him that he was being ridden! Someone was fucking him! And he was close, So Close, and by the sounds they were making, so were they. He struggled to open his eyes and see who it was but he couldn't get his eyes to work well enough to focus. All he could see was that he was someplace he didn't recognize and a slender female with firm average sized breasts and long brown hair was grinding on his cock.

Karen!? It had to be her, she had come back! But that didn't make sense for some reason. He couldn't think, his brain was still addled from all the shots.

'Does it really matter?' he cock asked.

Reaching up he wrapped an arm around his lover and buried his mouth in her breasts, licking, kissing and sucking. Nibbling lightly on one of her nipples she gave a small squeal of surprise before he rolled her over to give her the fucking she deserved.



Her initial fears of Kyle waking faded as he closed his eyes and dived into her breasts. He surprised her a bit when he lightly bit her nipple, her squeal in response was uncontrollable.

He used that moment of surprise to wrest control from her and she was OK with that. He was so much stronger than she realized, picking her up with ease and flipped her over.

Spreading her legs, Kyle slipped in, driving his cock in to the hilt, momentarily taking her breath away.

Kyle was in total control and Melissa knew it with every hard driving thrust. She also knew from his increased pace, his orgasm was fast approaching. 

Kyle was struggling to open his eyes as he thrust repeatedly into his sisters warm wet pussy. Seeing his eyes open, Melissa noted the googliness of them and knew he hadn't seen her, or at the very least, he hadn't made the connection as to who he was fucking.

At that moment though, the only fear in her heart was that he would realize who he was in bed with and stop before he was finished. She wanted his cum even more than she wanted to cum herself. She wanted to feel it inside her, wanted to experience the receiving end of his passion, more than anything though, she wanted to know what it felt like to give someone else that kind of pleasure. 

Before his eyes could come into focus she wrapped her arms around the back of his head and drew in for a kiss. Once she saw his eyes drift shut she let her own close as well.

Tightening her thighs around his middle as their kiss began to die off, she pulled his head to her shoulder in a loving embrace.

His pelvis thrusting, along with his cock filling her, was stimulating Melissa's clit in ways Kyle's fingers hadn't been able to do all by themselves. Deep inside she started feeling a tightening. 

"Ah ... AH ... AHH!" burst out with three particularly forceful thruts before she bit her lip to keep her silence.

At the same time, the slapping sound of his hips on her ass combined with the wet sloppy sounds of his cock working her pussy.

"Mm ... Mmmm ... Mmmmmmm!" he moaned into her shoulder in return.

It was clear He was ready to take her some place she had never been before as his pace impossibly increased. Practically in tears from holding back her screams, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder as she felt her own orgasm rising..

With a loud grunt and a hard thrust she knew he was cumming. She whimpered with a shaky breath as the tightness she felt inside suddenly snapped, her entire body was on fire, she was quivering from head to toe, and inside, deep inside were Kyle was shooting his cum, she was glowing.

Melissa had an epiphany in those moments as Kyle finished pumping her full of cum. 'You can't spend your life buried in a book, it has to be lived!' she thought. Vowing to make good on that lesson, she came back to focus on the here and now and realized she could actually feel his cock pumping into her. Not knowing what else to do she squeezed back with each twitch and was happy to get a response each time.

There, buried under her older brother, his weight pinning her to the bed she smiled. Enjoying Kyle's loving embrace, his cock still inside her, she wanted this moment to last forever. Locking her legs around his, she held him in that full body hug. She couldn't help but caress the hair on the back of his head. "I love you Kyle." she whispered in his ear. 

"I ... love you too ... Karen!" he murmured in response, his cock beginning to slip out of her cum filled pussy. 

It stung a bit that he called her his ex's name but it was better this way.

"Why di ... why did ..." he tried saying but between the lingering effects of the alcohol, the physical exertion of getting blown by, and then fucking his 18 year old little sister, he was having difficulty staying awake. 

"Shhhhhh." she soothed him. "It's OK. Go back to sleep now, we'll talk in the morning."



Kyle erupted like a volcano, driving his cock deep into his lovers pussy. Karen had never let him do that before, not without protection anyway. Why was this time different?

"I love you Kyle!" he heard his lover say.

So it WAS Karen. He was sure of it now.

"I ... love you to ... Karen!" he responded

He had questions, so many things to ask. He tried getting the words out but he was fading fast. This hadn't been just sex, this had been the most amazing and physically draining sex of his life.

"Why di? ... Why did? ..." he heard himself start saying but he couldn't think of what word came next.

"Shhhhhh!" his lover soothed. "It's OK. Go to sleep now, we'll talk in the morning."

'morning ... Yeah ... That sounds like a good idea.' he wanted to say but exhaustion won out as he faded back to sleep.



Melissa lay there a moment longer after he rolled off her. She felt an absence where his cock had been but there was a warm fuzziness even deeper within that more than offset the feeling of loss. Planting a single soft kiss on his shoulder, that she wiped off with her thumb, she slid out of bed. 

Her eyes were more than adjusted to the dim light of the room as she padded naked to her dresser. Opening up her underwear drawer she reached in and grabbed the first pair. Holding them up to he light she realized it was a thong. One of only two she owned, though that would be changing soon.

'How appropriate!' she thought with a smile as she pulled them up her legs.

Opening up another drawer she grabbed a sports bra, her yoga shorts and a t-shirt she had cut the sleeves and neck out of. Putting it all on before returning to the couch, pausing a moment at the door, she cast one last look at Kyle's shadowy form laying in her bed.

"I love you big brother." she whispered so quietly she couldn't even hear herself.



The morning came too soon for Kyle as he struggled to get a bit more rest but the sun streaming in the window was not going to allow that to happen. He remembered having some strange erotic dreams last night, somehow Karen had found him even though he had gone to his parents house. Rolling over to thank Karen for an amazing night he was surprised in many ways. For starters, Karen was not there, and considering the pillow was missing probably never had been. Second, THIS was not his room!

Sitting up rapidly he immediately regretted it and flopped back on the bed.

'God I drank too much last night.' sitting up again, slower this time, he scanned he room looking for his clothes. Once he found everything in the corner and got dressed he got ready to leave, preparing some excuse as to why he was in some strangers house. It was with a sigh of relief that he recognized the hall and the rest of the house on his way to he kitchen.

'I guess they gave Missy my old room.' he thought as he walked into the kitchen.

"Morning Sunshine!" a familiar, pretty, young woman greeted him. "Hungry? I made you pancakes."

"Hungry?" he questioned, still not recognizing the woman. "Missy?" He blurted out incredulously. Since when did his mousy, bookworm sister get so hot!?

"The one and only!" she responded with a playful curtsy. 

"How can you even see without your glasses?"

"I got contacts!" Melissa responded. 

"And your braces?"

"Came off about a month ago." she said with a smile.

"And you're wearing makeup too!" he exclaimed. 'how long has it been since I've seen my sister?' he wondered as she set a plate of pancakes in front of him.

"Well the makeup is actually new." she answered. "I'm trying something different. I had mom show me how this morning. Not sure what surprised her more, that I wanted to wear makeup or that I wanted her to show me how instead getting a book.



Melissa could tell by the look on his face he was equally surprised. 

"Well since you're up now, I am going to go and get dressed. Mom and I are going to mall, shopping" she said sweetly as she headed off to her room. "enjoy the pancakes!" she called back over her shoulder before she walked into her room.

Closing the door, she leaned back on it, hands over her tummy, and let out a sigh of relief. 

Oh thank God! He didn't remember.



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'I'm crazy,' she thought to herself, 'I've lost my fucking mind... I'm enjoying this...'

In perfect synch with the music, Mandy reached behind her back and found the clasp to her barely-there bra and unhooked it. She looked at Perry and slipped the straps down around her elbows with a slow shrug, the transparent cups falling forward as she released the bra. The lacy top fell away from her body and she tossed it to him, revealing her breasts momentarily. She smiled inwardly as the hit man's cool reserve was betrayed by the hungry look of awe in his eyes. She allowed him a few more minutes of seeing her tits before she turned and faced the wall again.

Perry, for his part of it, was hornier than he could ever remember being. He watched Mandy spread her legs and run her hands down the curves of her thighs and calves and then back up again, the whole time giving him a generous view of her ass. He wanted to touch her, to taste her and to take her for his own. He almost reached out for her when she smiled at him.

"How am I doing so far?" Mandy asked, cupping her breasts and leaning backwards. 

"I think you've done this before," Perry responded.

"Never," she replied, "Though I did research strippers for a book I wrote once..."

Perry's eyes met hers. He asked, "What was the book about?"

Mandy smiled to herself as she gyrated, "A housewife who is forced to strip by the mob."

"And life imitates art?" 

Mandy bent backwards, covering his mouth with her hand. He never took his eyes off her. She moved back towards him, rubbing up against him in a tease that they both knew was going far beyond the parameters of their agreement. She hooked her fingers in the g-string and teased it down, revealing her freshly shaved pussy. Perry looked at her naked body and knew before this night was done, they would be in bed together. She continued to dance for him, rubbing up against his leg.

Perry couldn't help himself. He wasn't sure if Mandy would appreciate him touching her, so he decided to touch himself. He began rubbing his cock through his slacks as she danced for him. He wanted it to be her hand against his crotch, not his own. When she turned to face him again, she saw him rubbing his bulge gently back and forth. The look in her eyes wasn't offended or indignant, but rather that of approval and curiosity. 

Mandy watched Perry rub his cock in front of her. She supposed there had been sexual tension between them since they first met, no matter how much she tried to deny it. Her random thoughts about him beyond being just a contract killer were finding all the fertile ground they needed in her current state of mind. She knew she was just doing all of this to save her life and get the money, but now there was something more.

It was becoming more and more difficult to separate the feelings of liberation and defiance from self-preservation and fear. Mandy felt so alive, so very much alive and in control of her life for the first time. She felt powerful dancing for this complete stranger. She felt wild and uninhibited, free from the bonds that Carl had placed on her hands and feet.

With a sense of pure wonder, she realized she was living the adventure that only her alter egos in the novels could have. With that, Mandy traced a finger down his dark shirt, catching on the buttons until she reached his belt. She tugged on his shirt as Perry quickly released each button. Mandy pushed his shirt off his body, down his arms and revealed his torso. He wasn't in the best of shape, but he was still muscular and attractive, again reminding her of Alec Baldwin, or maybe even Michael Madsen.

"We don't have to do this, Amanda," he whispered.

"Yes we do," she replied, so certain and so determined.

Mandy dropped to her knees as a broad, devilish grin crossed her face. Perry sat on the edge of the bed as she unzipped his pants. After a moment of pulling his slacks open, she revealed his manhood. She pulled his cock out of his boxers through the opening of the flap. She glanced up at him with the same small, secret grin, admiring the length of his member. She traced the outside of it with her fingertip and memorized the seven to eight inch rod.

Perry started moaning as she rubbed his cock. He looked at her with a smile on his face and said, "You shouldn't be doing this."

Mandy didn't look up at him, her lips coming dangerously close to his swollen head, "Would you like me to stop?"

"No," he said after a moment.

With that, Mandy licked his bulbous head with one long broad stroke of her tongue. She relished his tip with a delayed, drawn out sensuality that drove him insane. Perry groaned as his nipples hardened and his eyes closed. His mouth hung open in a slack expression of pure physical lust. And then there followed a hot submersion in her mouth. The sucking sensations attacked his body, overwhelming him. He felt the tip of his dick poke the soft canal of her throat.

Perry reached down and fondled her breast, pinching her hard nipple. Her breasts were resting on his knees as she sucked him off. Her skin was soft and yielding around her nipple in his hand. She moaned softly, careful not to bite down. She was enjoying herself, and by the look of pure ecstasy on his face so was he. As much as she wanted this blowjob to go on forever she couldn't put off the inevitable anymore.

Mandy stood up and turned around, gracing him with a look of searing need. Perry sat there, breathing hard and flushed. He glanced down at his cock, looking at the combination of her saliva and his pre-cum that dripped from him. He needed a release. His hand started sliding up and down his pole.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she ran her fingers across her bare pussy.

"If you want to stop-"

"You look so good stroking yourself..." she whispered, her eyes staring at his thick, rigid cock. 

She turned around, slightly bending at the knees. She glanced over her shoulder biting down on her bottom lip. Without a word spoken, she straddled his legs and prepared herself. She didn't give a fuck about condoms or any sort of protection. She was on autopilot, a horny sort of programming that only allowed for the culmination of her arousal. It only allow for the fruition of her emergence. 

Perry grasped her hips as she impaled herself on his cock. He helped her rise and lower on his manhood, pushing her along. The girth of his cock was almost more than she could bear as her pussy stretched and clenched at him. Perry listened to the whimpering come from her mouth as they moved together in a sensual rhythm, a beat known only to their bodies. Perry alternated quick steady movements with slower ones. It was driving her wild. Occasionally Perry would slip a hand from her hips to her breast, squeezing it softly and massaging her.

"Fuck," Perry groaned as she rode him. She bent over more, exposing her asshole to him. He continued to bounce her, moving her faster and faster. She could feel the build up coming. She looked back at him, sweat pouring down his brow and off his hairy chest. He bit down on her shoulder as she thrust against his hips. The sounds coming from her mouth were making it more and more difficult for him to keep his cool and not blow his wad too early. Her throaty moans echoed in the hotel room, followed by the wet sounds of their coupling reaching a point of no return. 

Mandy's pussy held him tight as she shifted her weight. She felt his touch on her body and wanted more. She glanced between her legs to see him entering her and smiled, her mouth open and sucking air. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of his cock plunging in and out of her. She could sense the intense vibrations deep inside her inner sex, crying out and warning her of the impending orgasm.

"Oh jesus, Perry," she breathed. 

She could feel the juices within her starting to churn and flow. She was on the edge of an orgasm now that seemed to diminish all those previous. She eased back down on his cock then slid it back out, baring her muscles with all her might. That was the final straw. She cried out as her pussy spasmed and quivered, the muscles reacting to the violence of this sudden pleasure. She looked in the mirror across from them and saw herself bouncing up and down, her tits swaying and jumping.

Perry listened intently to the sounds slipping from her throat as she tried to handle the orgasm. He felt a thick wetness oozing down his balls as she shivered and shook against him. Her head dropped forward as her body relaxed, her hair hanging in her face. Perry expected her to stand up, but instead she slid back down onto him. She knew he hadn't come yet, and she wasn't going to leave him unfulfilled. 

Mandy was surprised at his longevity. Carl never lasted more than three minutes tops. Her expectations of a quick orgasm from Perry had been happily dashed, so she began to slide herself up and down on his cock again. She leaned so her back rubbed against his chest. Perry gripped her tits and massaged them as she fucked his cock, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Mandy tightened her muscles around his dick, working hard to force the semen out. After three tight moves Perry suddenly tense up, sucking air into his mouth through gritted teeth. He bit down on her shoulder blade as his cock went as rigid as a slab of tempered steel. She gasped as his head expanded and then blew his load inside her. 

"Of fuck," he breathed, his cock pumping and squirting cum into her, "Shit!"

Mandy leaned back against him, "Oh my god..."

Their hearts were thundering as they tried to recover, unable to move and unable to think. Their joining was still thrumming though their bodies, the sexual energy dissipating and wearing off slowly. Finally, after a few minutes, Mandy slipped herself off his dick and stood up. Cum was leaking out of her satisfied sex and dribbling down the inside of her thighs. She looked at Perry and said, "Did you get it all out?"

"I have a big load," he smiled, "What can I say?"

***

Ten minutes and a shower later, both of them were dressed in their evening clothes and ready to go. Mandy sat on the bed nervously in her lingerie. Perry sat beside her, going over the scenario again and again so they got it down right the first time. She heard most of what he was saying, but something was nagging at her. There was something she just couldn't put her finger on, something that had presented itself in between the climax of their sex and the turning on of the shower and it was bothering her. 

"You okay?" Perry asked, "You look distracted."

"No," Mandy smiled, "No, I mean I'm fine. Just anxious to get this over with."

The hitman eyed her, their newfound closeness allowing him to be a little more personal with her. He touched her cheek, "What is it, Amanda?"

She looked down at her hands. She asked, "This Mr. Bannon is a dangerous man, right?"

Perry nodded slowly, "Very."

"I mean, he's powerful enough to have bodyguards watching the hotel..."

"Right," Perry said.

"They're watching us right now?"

"I would imagine so," he replied, and then, "What are you getting at?"

"Well," Mandy said, "Don't you think they saw us?"

Perry cocked an amused brow and tilted his head. It was a look of amusement that Mandy didn't fully trust. It reminded her of the look that Carl gave her after she confronted him on his affair last year. It was the look a man gave to a clever bitch dog that had learned a new trick. The hitman smiled warmly and after a moment (a moment's hesitation... when does he hesitate, Mandy?) he said, "If they had seen us, I think we'd be hearing about it by now."

Mandy nodded, not satisfied at all with his answer.

"It's not that uncommon for a pimp to sleep with one of his whores," Perry told her, his words laced with more points of subtext than Mandy could count.

"I suppose," she laced her fingers together, looking at the space where her wedding and engagement rings used to be.

"Is there a problem?" Perry looked at her, his blue eyes iced over.

"No," Mandy said and then, despite her herself, added, "I just hope we didn't complicate things."

Perry was now looking at her with all the scrutiny of a scientist examining a microbe under a lens.

"It's just that I know how much you don't like complications," she went on, a hot blush rising in her cheeks and burning there. Amanda Moon was speaking for her now.

"This is true," he said, his voice oddly detached.

And then there was a knock at the door.

Perry looked at the entry.

"Mr. Bannon?" Mandy asked quietly.

"Mr. Bannon," he nodded.

"I trust you," Mandy said suddenly, though deep down in her heart she had doubts now. If those men watching the room could have seen her enter and leave the room, then why wouldn't they have seen her and Perry having sex? Surely, Mr. Bannon wouldn't want sloppy seconds from his connection. The discrepancy rolled and tumbled in her mind like a pebble stuck in a shoe, irritating and increasingly unsettling.

'Run,' she thought, 'Run now when the door opens...'

The hitman looked back at her, a pained expression on his face. He tried to smile, "Just play it cool."

'Jesus in heaven, what have I done?' she groaned inwardly as she watched Perry go to the door. 

As Mandy positioned herself on the bed, she summoned all the fear and pain from her life, everything from the abuse at the hands of her husband to the hysterical impulses to run again. She was scared to death. The sudden question about Perry's honesty had created a deep, vicious crack in her confidence. Her hands shook, her fledgling courage faltering as Perry grasped the door handle. She reclined against the pillows and took a deep breath.

'Too late now...'

Perry opened the door and Mandy braced herself.

***

"Mr. Perry," the fat man in the doorway smiled as he walked in, "You're as good as your word."

"I pride myself as such," Perry smiled genially and closed the door behind him, "Welcome."

Mr. Bannon was not what Mandy had expected. She had imagined some hardened mafia boss from a Mario Puzo novel or some kind of sleek stock market jockey. Instead of a sexy mafia don, she found herself in the presence of a man more akin to Dom DeLuise. He was plump and round, his dark beard peppered with gray. His face was red and shiny with sweat, as though the journey from the doorway to the inner bedroom had exhausted him.

His clothes were tight against his body, making him look more like a tourist on vacation from Escanaba, Michigan than a lethal businessman. His green polo t-shirt was stretched to the limit over his impressive stomach and substantial tits. As he walked over to her, they tossed and jiggled embarrassingly. His tan khakis were equally strained as he looked down at her, his eyes wide with anticipation and an almost boyish horny glee. He smiled at her with fleshy lips, his breathing obvious and strained. Mandy would not have been surprised at all if Mr. Bannon had fallen over right then and there from an acute heart attack.

"May I present your date for the evening," Perry motioned to her like some kind of car on the showroom floor. Mandy felt Bannon's watery, black eyes leeching over her body. 

His gaze fell to her full breasts and stayed there as he turned to Perry, "She's everything I imagined and more."

"She is a unique woman," Perry said confidentially, "And very much in line with your way thinking..."

"Perfect," Mr. Bannon leered. He wiped his sweaty forehead and looked at Mandy, "How are you tonight?"

'I'm fine, fuck-head. How are you?' she thought angrily, but out loud she said, "I'm great."

"Yes you are," Bannon grinned from ear to ear.

"Well, if everything is in order," Perry stood back gracefully, "I'll leave you two to your own ends."

"Thank you, Mr. Perry," Bannon said and then sat down on the bed next to Mandy. The entire mattress seemed to fall to one side and raise her up slightly as it took on his weight and tried to compensate. Mandy could smell a powerful hit of Old Spice on his skin that was trying it's best to mask the underlying scent of body odor. Inwardly she frowned and gagged at the stench. She thought that a man who could afford a twenty thousand dollar hooker would have better standards of hygiene. 

She watched Perry step into the shadows of the hallway, his blue eyes on hers. And then the door opened and he stepped out. Mandy froze for a minute. Perry had said he would be in the room the whole time. She almost jumped up and followed him, her heart thundering in her throat but the moist touch of Mr. Bannon fell on her thigh.

"Going somewhere?" he asked slyly as the door clicked shut.

"Uh," she managed, her illusion of a confident prostitute failing quickly. Mandy took a deep breath and then found her resolve again. She smiled at the robust serpent laying next to her and said, "I'm not going anywhere without you."

"Oh yeah?' he breathed.

"Why don't you take off your shirt," she smiled seductively and ran her finger over the bridge of his nose. She cringed as he sat up and grabbed the bottom of his green t-shirt. As he lifted his plump arms, she could see the dark sweat stains under his pits. A blast of ripe odor met her nose and stung there like some acidic aerosol. She stifled her gag reflex and forced another smile on her face as her eyes darted to the door again.

Small squiggly stretch marks covered his body in violently red "s" shapes, lining his stomach and the roll of fat under his arms. Large, hairy breasts hung before her, the nipples puffy and yet slightly inverted. Mandy could see a thin film of sweat over his body that might have been sexy on any other man, but on Mr. Bannon it was more of a greasy ipecac than anything. Still, she played her part.

Mandy wondered how many minutes had gone by?

"Mr. Perry said you'd be beautiful," Bannon said nervously, "But I had no idea."

"Well thank you," Mandy smiled modestly and got to her knees, forcing herself to straddle one of his thick, sausage-like thighs. She put her hands on the straps of her gown and intertwined the lace in her fingers, "Tit for tat?"

"Tit for tat," Bannon nodded eagerly.

As Mandy pulled the straps of her top down, creating a slow tease her brain began to kick into overdrive. This Mr. Bannon was practically on the verge of a heart attack, his sole pleasure so far just the tease of seeing her tits. As she pulled the straps down and then released her breasts from the lacy cups, Bannon nearly keeled over. His breathing was hard and fast, his eyes wide and filled with excitement. Mandy cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," Bannon nodded, "It's just my first time with a hooker."

"Really?" Mandy frowned as the music played softly from the radio, "You've never done this before?"

"No," he smiled giddily, "You're so beautiful."

Mandy sat back, pulling herself off his leg. She asked, "What's your name?"

"Roy," he said, ignorant of her sudden concern. His eyes remained glued to her tits, "Roy Bannon."

"Roy," she asked, not certain she wanted an answer, "Bannon is your real last name?"

"Oh yes..." 

Mandy felt a sudden surge of sick anxiety. She asked, "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a copyright editor for a local newspaper," he replied and licked his lips.

"A copyright editor?"

Roy nodded. 

He sat up, his hands outreached to grasp her breasts when something zinged past her right ear like a fly at light speed. Roy jerked as though an eighteen-wheeler truck had pulled him from behind and snapped him backwards. His head ricocheted off the headboard with a dull thud as blood spattered the wall behind him in a crimson blossom. Mandy fell to her left and rolled as she cried out. She turned to see Perry standing there in the dim light, his silencer-equipped gun whisping a fine ghost of smoke as the radio began playing some Van Halen tune Mandy couldn't remember the name to.




Wrong Room



"...Was a copy right editor," Perry said coldly.

"Jesus Christ!" Mandy shouted at him, "Did you have to cut it so close?"

"My apologies, Amanda."

She looked at Roy Bannon. A small, red hole in the center of his forehead oozed blood in a steady trickle. The room had turned a sick red color as blood coated the lampshade. His beady eyes were wide open and that funny little smile, curved in anticipation of fondling her breasts was still happily displayed. Mandy felt like screaming as the reality of it all came crashing down on her. She looked into his glassy orbs once more and then turned to Perry.

"Who the fuck was this guy, Perry?" she demanded and stood up. She reached for her top but found it was soaked with blood.

"He's dead now," Perry said.

"This is a dangerous man?" Mandy pointed at him, "I doubt this guy has ever seen a girl naked let alone touched one."

"Calm yourself, Ms. Moon," Perry looked at her and smiled, "Hold this please."

Mandy took the gun from his gloved hand and held it as he walked around to the far side of the bed and leaned over Roy Bannon's corpse. He looked around, appraising the body and inspecting his handiwork. A heartless smile crossed his face that made Mandy feel so uneasy. She stood back, watching the killer inspect his prey. He looked up at her, "Not what you expected?"

"No," she shivered, "But can we just go now- what did you call me?"

"That is your pen name, yes? Amanda Moon?"

Mandy asked, "How did you know that?"

Perry said, "You mentioned it earlier."

"Did I?" she frowned, knowing damned good and well she hadn't.

"There is one more little detail, though Amanda."

"What?"

"Well, don't you think the hotel manager is going to have questions about a dead body in the room he rented to you?"

"Why-" she began and then stopped. She hadn't even thought about that. Mandy suddenly felt the bottom of her stomach fall out and splash her intestines as she began to grasp the truth. Her world was spinning and suddenly she felt very sick.

"Amanda," Perry leaned back against the wall opposite the bed, "You're a very smart woman, and a wildcat in the sack. Having read some of your books, I can say that while you're very gifted in your craft, you're also hopelessly naive."

"What are you saying?" she whispered.

"Remember how I told you that your only fault was that you were too classy?"

Mandy couldn't breath.

"I was wrong," he shook his head, "You're so fucking naive."

"But Perry-"

"I know your husband is an asshole because when he contracted me for this job, I wondered what a woman could have done to anger her husband to the point of murder," Perry looked at her sympathetically, "I mean, I've executed a lot of spouses, but all of them had been guilty of cheating or some other horrible offense. Usually, there was some rhyme to the reason. But with you, I just couldn't figure it out."

Mandy reached for the nightstand and then felt her legs give out underneath her. The gun fell from her hand as the room began to spin. Her brain tried desperately to jump-start her failing body, but her limbs were rubbery and useless. The gun fell to the floor. A foul, metallic taste was forming in the back of her throat. Her vision began to separate and double. Two sets of Perry's walked towards her, the voices layered and in the red light of the room like a demon's hellish rumble.

"I've been following you since you and Carl had your fight. You know what I realized?" he asked her as he knelt down beside her on the bed, "Carl beat you because he was afraid of you. He was afraid of losing you. He was so afraid of losing you he'd rather see you dead than with another man."

"There was never anyone watching the hotel," she mumbled, her mouth stuffed with invisible desert cotton.

"No, there wasn't," Perry picked up the gun

"You fucker..."

"Not that I can blame Carl for being worried," Perry admitted, "You are one gorgeous woman, no doubt. You probably don't notice when men look you over and fantasize about fucking you, Amanda. You're oblivious."

Mandy felt sick to her stomach as her body rebelled against her.

"A man's gotta protect his investment, though..."

Mandy felt as though she were floating away. She tried to focus, to clarify her surroundings and control her body.

"... and you are a fantastic fuck, Amanda. Hell, I haven't been screwed like that since last week."

Mandy looked into an unfocused chasm of hot colors, "You mother fucker..."

"I can't deny it Amanda," Perry sighed and touched her cheek, "But believe me when I say that of all my assignments, of all the jobs I've taken you're the only one I ever considered walking out on. You are a unique woman. Carl has his faults, but he was at least right about that. You are unique."

Her eyes rolled wetly to Roy, "... him... who is he?"

"Roy?" Perry laughed, "He was just some guy I found outside one of the local porn shops about fifteen minutes before I came here. Like I said, I'd been tailing you since your husband hired me for the job so I didn't have a whole hell of a lot of prep time. Once I knew what hotel you had checked into, I had to have a reason for you to make the setup for me."

Mandy burned with impotent anger.

"You see," Perry explained, "Let's say Roy here discovered that you were actually Amanda Moon, the aggressive, best-selling novelist that some say has single-handedly started a new movement in feministic idealism. Roy threatens to go public with this information, so you fly here to meet him and negotiate, because let's face it, you're nowhere close to being the woman who puts the pen to paper. You're desperate to keep him silent, even to the point of seduction. And Roy, being Roy, is only too willing to take it that far. But in the midst of your 'negotiations' something goes wrong and a violent fight erupts in which Roy punches you in the face..."

Mandy reeled back hard against the nightstand as Perry slugged her, the knuckles of his right hand connecting with her temple in a painfully furious hit. Stars and bright light exploded in her field of vision as she tried to recover, her hands dumbly reaching for her face.

"... and then he grabs at you," Perry continued, clenching both hands to her tits and squeezing them hard enough to make her cry out. She batted at him uselessly as he continued, "And old Roy even tried to shoot you."

Mandy screamed out as Perry shot one round into her thigh. The bullet passed through the meat and lodged in the floor. She fell back on the carpet as the hitman pulled at her thong, tearing at the lace and cutting into her skin. He rolled her on the ground, banging her back and forth. With a mighty throw, he heaved her by a handful of her hair towards the bed. She fell on the mattress and laid there, her body and mind shutting down.

"Thankfully," Perry stood up and placed the gun back in her hand, "It was only a flesh wound and in the struggle to survive you wrestled the gun from his hand. Unfortunately, you had partaken of some alcohol earlier that was laced with a very strong sedative that had impaired your ability to just wound him. Maybe Roy had more on his mind than just talking it out to begin with. You shot him in the head, a one in a million kill shot and what a glorious shot it was."

Mandy struggled to remain conscious.

"So, the great Amanda Moon aka Mandy Fisher is found dead the next morning by the hotel staff," Perry finished, "A victim of a torrid affair gone awry. Carl, the miserable excuse for a man that he is, will rest easy knowing he'll never have to share you with anyone else." 

Mandy grunted as she tried to turn herself over. The blood soaked comforter was blocking her ability to breathe, but Perry had probably planned that too. She couldn't believe how quickly she had trusted him, how completely she had given in to him. Had she been that desperate? Mandy cursed herself over and over as she tried to override the panic gripping her soul and subdue the white-hot pain in her thigh.

"Oh Mandy," Perry shook his head, "For what it's worth, I wish we had met under different circumstances. I think we could have been good together."

Mandy surprised herself as her index finger spasmed on the trigger of the gun. Summoning all her strength, she turned her head enough to free her nose and mouth. With blood shot eyes she looked over at Perry. Her vision was beginning to return to normal as she focused on him. Her face remained unmoved and dispassionate as she regarded him, forcing the muscles in her body to work again."But, between the pictures I took," he continued, reaching behind one of the flower arrangements on the dresser and pulling a small digital camera out, "And the damning evidence of the bedroom here, the doctored phone records and emails between you and Roy dating back about a month or two, you're in serious fucking trouble. And, I know that bullet I put in your thigh blew out your femoral artery, so in less than ten minutes you'll most likely bleed to death."

Mandy narrowed her eyes spitefully.

"Don't be angry," he looked at her, his eyes wide and innocent, "This is my job."

Perry turned and fiddled with the camera for a moment, slipping it back into the duffle bag. He held up the wad of money and said, "This was the price Carl figured your life at. Did you know you're worth exactly twenty thousand dollars?"

Perry paused, "Well, technically it was twenty-three... I mean, breaking into the phone company's records and your email server wasn't cheap."

Mandy could feel her fingers tingling now.

"I wonder," he asked, "Would Amanda Moon have been so naïve?"

Her leg was beginning to feel cold and distant from her.

"I'll bet Amanda Moon would have busted my balls the minute she found me on the bed..."

"...forget..." she whispered.

"Say again?" he asked and put a cupped hand to his ear, smiling smugly.

"... forgetting something..." she managed as the paralyzing sedative wore off.

"Did I now?" he leaned in over the bed, his nose pressed against hers, "What did I forget?"

"... I am..."

"You are what, Amanda?"

"...I am Amanda Moon..."

Perry lurched back as Mandy squeezed the trigger. The round blasted through his slacks, shredding cloth and skin alike. A high-pitched whine escaped his voice as he staggered backwards, his crotch a bleeding mess of ruined meat. His hand waved back and forth in front of his mangled genitalia. His eyes wide and mouth open in a surprised "O" of agony, he doubled over and collapsed to the floor and out of sight beyond the bed.

The acrid smell of gun smoke met Mandy's nostrils as she frantically worked the muscles in her legs. It was all slowly coming back, too fucking slowly, but coming nonetheless. Underneath her stomach and breasts she could feel the comforter soaking with warm blood. Roy's blood and her blood. Mandy wanted to scream like a lunatic and just give in to the wild fear coursing through her veins.

"BITCH!" Perry shrieked from the floor, doubled over in the fetal position, "I'll fucking kill you!"

Mandy had no doubt he would do it. She cursed herself for having been so stupid.

"You cunt!" came the ragged moan of her killer, "I swear to God I'll cut offffffaghhhhh!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS HURTS!!!"

Mandy felt her legs beginning to move. She focused on them, coaxing them and babying them as her arms began to tingle and revive. Her fingers were alive with pins and needles as the shit Perry had put in her drink wore off. Her bottom lip firmly between her teeth, Mandy managed to roll herself over onto her backside. Her body was glistening with blood in the hot, red light. Her chest heaved up and down as air was sucked into and then expelled from her lungs.

"You shot my fucking balls off!" Perry screeched. She could hear him writhing on the floor, his impeccable shiny shoes occasionally kicking against the nightstand. All his posturing and kindness had been one big fucking act. Mandy almost laughed. Carl had put on an act when she met him. He had been so good at it she had married him. Perry had managed to pull the same stunt in a fraction of the time. Mandy chuckled to herself. At least she hadn't married Perry.

"What's so funny?" Perry hissed from the floor, "What so fucking funny bitch?"

"Me," she whispered, her hand still clenched around the gun, her index finger resting on the trigger. She looked down at her hand and ordered it to move. Her fingers slowly tightened their grip and then released again.

'Move you dumb mother fuckers!' she screamed at her arms and legs as tears welled in her eyes again, only it wasn't that timid frightened voice anymore. It was Amanda Moon's voice. 

Her voice. 

How long would Perry remain immobilized? She dared not underestimate him again. She had underestimated Carl as well. She had never once imagined that her husband would become sick enough to put a price on her head. All his jealousy and anger had culminated in the contracting of a killer to dispatch her, solely because he refused to risk her leaving him.

She thought of all the times he had taken it upon himself to beat her, to educate her in the ways of pain and respect. She could see his eyes flashing with that brilliant spark of hate that was both erotic and deadly, a taboo lust that only Carl found pleasure in. He had acted so justified and appropriate about his abuse of her. She supposed it was just as much her fault as it was his. After all, she had stayed married to him.

'Yeah, but you never asked to be beaten either,' a voice of reason called to her.

'Yes, but then I never called the cops did I?' she replied.

'He had no right to hurt you...'

'And I had no right to let it happen,' she realized, 'Now get up, you silly bitch...'

'You're a victim,' the voice of doubt insisted.

Mandy sighed and smiled despite the pain throbbing through her body, 'I am a victim...'

Perry kicked the nightstand again, grunting and groaning against his teeth as he tried to get up.

'I am a victim no more,' she thought. With a sudden burst of strength that surged not from her muscles but from deep within her soul, Mandy sat up on the bed. Her head swirled in the disorientation of the receding drug as her eyes focused and the world became real to her again. Her stomach lurched slightly, threatening an upheaval. Sweat had beaded and run all over her blood stained body, leaving small clean streaks in the thick red fluid.

She turned, bracing herself on one arm and saw Perry on the floor. He was still trying to cope with his wounds, his once handsome face contorted and painted with agony. The veins in his neck were pronounced and pulsing, his lips drawn back in a grimace she had only seen in the movies. His hands were cupped between his spasming legs. Blood was steadily oozing from his groin, coating his hands and spreading on the floor.

"I wonder," she said out loud, surprised by the sound of her own voice, "Which of us will die first..."

"Bitch," he cried. The hitman was literally crying.

"My wound isn't nearly as bad as yours," she tried to smile at him and then added, "Or as vital."

"I'll cut your fucking head off," he wheezed, his blue eyes light and demonic in the red light of the room.

"Not tonight," she heard herself say, "I'm tired, Perry."

"Get cute," he growled, "Watch what happens..."

"I've seen enough."

The smell of blood cooking on the lamp was slowly becoming more and more dominant in the room. Mandy reached for the phone on the nightstand. It was time for the police to come and save the day. She doubted very much she had any fight left in her at all. Let the men in blue handle it.

"I'll find you," he whispered, "You understand me, you cunt? I'll find you and kill you."

"When the police find out what you and Carl were up to, you wont be doing much of anything," she held the phone in one trembling hand as she dialed for an outside line.

And then two powerful hands clamped around her neck. Stars exploded in front of her eyes as Perry's bloody hands crushed her neck, trying to collapse her windpipe. The phone fell from her hand as she choked and gagged. Mandy was vaguely aware of Roy looking at her, still smiling at the promise of seeing her tits. Perry jerked her backwards hard as he throttled her.

"Think this is a game?!" he spat at her as they rolled over, Perry now straddling her body. She could feel his blood smearing against her stomach. She stopped herself from thinking of the shattered genitalia that was just beyond the confinement of his slacks.

She gasped, her mouth working open and shut like a fish beached on the rocks.

"It was just a fucking job," he screamed, spittle flying from his lips, "It wasn't anything personal!"

Mandy felt the gun in her hand.

"But you had to make it personal!"

'Oh I'm so sorry,' she thought wildly, 'I've offended you...'

Instead of pulling the trigger, she smashed the side of the gun into Perry's face. He screamed and fell backwards, his hands releasing her neck and flying to his ruined nose. Blood squirted from between his fingers as he gnashed his teeth together. Mandy immediately brought the gun down again, this time slamming it into his crotch. Perry howled and struck her hard enough to land her on the floor. She fell on her leg and agitated the bullet wound in her thigh.

"FUCK!" he raged on the bed, his voice nasally and pathetic, "FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!"

"How the mighty fall," she laughed crazily in the midst of the pain.

Mandy pushed herself to the wall and sat up. She inhaled deeply, still catching her breath. Perry would be recovered enough to come after her again in a moment, of that she had no doubt. He would come again and choke the life out of her as surely as the sun would rise in a few hours time. It was time to decide.

It was time to be the woman she was destined to be.

It was time to make her choice.

It was time to live or die.

She licked her lips, picked up the gun again and aimed it at her captor. It shook erratically as she tried to steady her hand. Blood and sweat stung her eyes. Mandy focused on his leg for a moment and then pulled the trigger.

Snnnnktt!!!

The silencer muffled the shot and the fabric on Perry's right thigh shredded in a mist of blood. He stopped his hateful growls, looking dumbly down at his bleeding thigh. He then looked into her, eyes wide and mouth open as though he had been slapped in the face like a little bitch.

"You shot me," he whispered.

"Twice," she huffed.

In spite of all the pain he was in, Perry lunged at her. He came off the bed like a Mandy ready to pounce on a rat. Mandy closed her eyes and pulled the trigger again. In the darkness she heard the silencer sound off again, followed by the dull thud of the bullet impacting its target. Perry slammed into her hard, pinning her against the wall. His breathing was ragged and short. His hands clawed at her as she tried to kick him away. But his weight would not allow her to move. His entire body was jerking and flailing against her wildly.

And then the hitman was still.

Mandy could not bring herself to open her eyes. The last breath in Perry's lungs wheezed out of his throat and fell on her cheek in a hateful spat. His face rested against hers and he suddenly became very heavy to her. Mandy tried to keep herself calm, but a part of her already knew that she had killed him. There was a dead man pinning her to the wall. 

And she had killed him.

"That makes three times," she whispered in his dead ear.

After a few minutes, she found her strength again and with a mighty shove pushed Perry's body away from her. He fell to one side, coming to a rest on his back, slightly propped against the wall. Mandy opened her eyes and saw that her blind shot had taken her would-be killer in the left eye. In fact, the wound was almost as perfectly placed as the one Perry had dealt Roy a short eternity ago.




Wrong Room



"Fuck you," she whispered and grabbed the phone.

Perry's one good eye looked past the air of the room and beyond into whatever eternity he had passed moments before.

"Fuck you!" she screamed at him and lashed out with her foot. The dead body slid sideways and slumped to the floor.

Instead of calling 911, she pressed another button and held the phone to her ear. The phone on the other end of the line rang twice and then the man on the other end greeted her, "Front desk, how may I help you?"

"This is Amanda Fisher in room 745," she breathed, "Could you send security up here and then call 911? There's been a murder."

"A murder, ma'am?" the man repeated.

"That's right," she closed her eyes.

"Are you in danger now, ma'am?"

She looked at Perry and then after a moment said, "No. Just please hurry. I've been shot and there are two dead men in my room."

"Right away," he said nervously, "Don't move. We'll be right there."

"Thank you."

The line went dead.

Mandy tossed the phone aside.

She sat there, back against the wall, naked save for her thong and the slippery coating of blood that glistening across her stomach and breasts. Her hair hung down in thick, bloody masses. Her eyes were wide and filled with life, defying the aura of death in the room. She leaned her head back and breathed deep as the last of the sedative Perry had slipped in her drink wore off. She looked at Roy's corpse on the bed and shook her head.

"Carl," she whispered, "You mother fucker."

The door broke open a few minutes later as two large security officers entered the room. Both were huge, muscular brutes that Mandy had no doubt would end up in a future novel of hers. One was white and one was black, both of them powerful and looking sexy as hell. She laughed inwardly. She must have been okay. She could still appreciate a good-looking man, even in the middle of all this.

"Jesus miss," the black security guard knelt down beside her as his partner offered her a large towel from the bathroom, "You all right?"

Mandy graced them with a confident, secret half smile, "I am now, boys."

"What happened?" the white guard asked, his boyish face pale and shocked. Outside, she could hear the sirens in the parking lot wailing as the night turned blue and red. The cavalry was officially here, ladies and gentleman. The large black man took off his belt and used it as a tourniquet around her thigh to stop the bleeding from the bullet wound.

"Ma'am," the black man asked, repeating his partner's question, "What happened?"

"Give me six months," she said dreamily, "You can read all about it then."

THE END