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A Change of Heart

By: d_fantasy



My girlfriend Emily and I have a good sex life, I love her very much; she was the first and only girl I have ever had sex with. She is about 5'6", nice size tits (not too large), long black hair, she's half Phillipino, half English. I'm 6'1", I have long brown hair and a dark goatee beard. We've been going out now for about 3 years, with no serious problems in our relationship, although she works a lot and doesn't stay over as often as I'd like, only twice a week usually.

Emily and I both had the weekend off, which was different for us as she usually worked Saturday morning. It was Friday night, we'd been out to dinner and seen a movie, and had just gotten changed and into bed. Emily put down her book and looked at me.

"Antony," she said.

"Yeah?" I responded.

"When was the last time you dressed up in your 'girlie' underwear?" she had the ghost of a smile on her face.

About 1 year into our relationship I told her that I liked to dress in women's clothes, that I would sneak out at night, stealing bras, panties, stockings off clotheslines around the area, wearing them and ones taken from previous nights. She was a little amused but didn't mind. I can't explain properly why I like to do it. I feel sexy in women's underwear, and the idea of being caught by a woman whilst wearing their underwear thrilled me. It might have something to do with my fear of women; as a kid I was terrified of asking girls out, I couldn't handle the idea of rejection, to the point where I was a 21 year old virgin (before Emily literally seduced me). I began to like the idea that the girls held that power over me. It became one of the things I saw in a sexy girl; she was in complete control regardless of whether she thought she was or not, I would do anything a sexy girl asked.

Her question startled me, as she had never initiated a conversation about it before, nor had she ever referred to it as 'girlie' underwear. I didn't feel I was cheating on her by doing it, but I never talked to her about it, she didn't ask, which was fine with me, due to the embarrassment I felt about it. It was not something she had enjoyed when I tried to take her with me one night. But I didn't ever want to lie to her about anything, especially something sensitive like this. 

"Uh... I don't know. A few weeks ago I think." I said, trying to remember.

"You don't know?" She pressed, "You don't remember the last time you put on girlie panties, a bra and a skirt and jacked off, possibly with a dildo up your ass?" She seemed quite calm, yet her explicit choice of words put me on edge.

"Umm... No... Oh wait... I think it was the night after the night we went to that Chinese Restaurant." I said as it came back to me. She considered this for a minute, then put her bookmark in her book and set it aside on the bedside table, before looking back at me again, waiting until she caught me eye.

"So do you have anything new in your ... collection?" she ventured. I did. I had bought a vibrating butt plug since I last dressed in front of her, I don't think she'd ever looked in the drawer and seen it. I'd also bought some balloons at the supermarket a few weeks ago, with the intention of using them as fake tits, by partially filling them with water. I hadn't told Emily what I'd got them for, just said that I wanted them.

"Yeah, I... err... got a butt plug that vibrates.... And I've started using two balloons with a little water in them to simulate boobs...." I hesitantly told her.

"So that's what those balloons were for. I was wondering why you bought them, you wouldn't tell me, now I can see why."

"Yeah, because they're full of water they weigh more and bounce realistically, not like... when I used to stuff the bra with other panties." I explained, trying to draw attention away from the butt plug. In truth she was making me nervous and I was rambling. She seemed satisfied with the explanation.

We sat in silence for a minute or so, my heart pounding wondering why Emily was asking all these questions. Finally she spoke again.

"So what's your favorite combination now? A full outfit I mean?" she asked me.

I made to look like I was thinking about it, although I knew right away.

"Well, the bra with the water-balloon tits... the red G-String, the garter belt, stockings... and that sexy little black dress." I listed. She nodded as I said each item.

"And a vibrating butt plug in your ass, of course." She said, smiling at me. I blushed.

"Yeah"

"Okay, that sounds good." She got out of the bed, and started rummaging through her bag.

"Uh... what you looking for?" I tentatively asked.

"I've got this cream for you. It kills hair." She mumbled. I started getting a little worried. Emily had obviously planned something. The fear was good though, it was something that turned me on. I found myself getting hard, with fear and from all the talk about my 'girlie' underwear. I made to ask her what she had planned when she triumphantly brandished it as she found it, and cut me off.

"Get out of the bed, I'm gonna rub this on you." I frowned, and didn't move, started forming a question in my mind, but she went on. "I'm going to rub this on your cock and balls and your ass. Then you're going to have a shower... then I want to have some fun..." She smiled evilly when she said the word 'fun'.

"Em I'm not sure if ..." 

"Antony get out of the bed, take off your clothes and let me rub this on you, or you will not get to fuck me at all this weekend. Which would be a shame since I really wanted to try getting fucked up the ass again... but if you're not sure...?" She had a determined look on her face, and I really wanted to try anal sex with her again, so I got out, undressed, and let her rub the cream in. 

"See that wasn't hard, although this is!" she giggled as she rubbed some more around the base of my cock. "You know how you always asked me to shave my pussy, but I said I didn't want it itching or getting ingrown hairs; well this way you get to see how itchy it is, and deal with any ingrown hairs. In a few weeks, after your pubes have really started growing back, if you can look me in the eye and tell me it hasn't been uncomfortable, you can shave my cunt yourself." She pressed her lips to my ear as she said the word 'cunt'. She knows I like it when she talks dirty.

"Go have a shower now." She said, returning to normal, "but don't go jacking off, and don't take too long. Make sure you wash it all off."

I went to the bathroom and had a shower. Predictably, all the hair from my cock, balls, and my ass crack fell away as I rinsed. My skin there started feeling supersensitive as I lathered it up with soap, though I was careful not to get carried away and start masturbating. I wanted to fuck Emily so hard now I didn't want to get too excited early.

I got out of the shower, dried off, and went back to the bedroom. Emily was sitting on the bed, laid out were the items I had described to her earlier. She was dressed as a dominatrix.

About 2 years into our relationship we played a game where each of us got to make up a scenario that we would like played out – we'd already done things like sex outdoors in the park at night, the shower, etc. When it was my turn I wrote up a list of things I would like her to do to me as "Mistress Emily". I'd bought a strapon for her, a sexy black latex teddy; a whip, a cane, lubricant, etc. I'd typed up and printed out the list of things I'd wanted her to do; to dress me up in my stolen chick clothes, address me as a bitch or slut, spank me, degrade me, and fuck me with the strapon. I couldn't bear the thought of telling her these things to her face so I wrote them down, sealed them in an envelope, and gave it to her. I left her alone in my room and told her to read it and look in the drawer where all the 'toys' were.

When she came out she was dressed in the costume, and looking very sexy indeed. I'm not going to go into the night in detail, suffice to say she didn't like it very much at all; she lightheartedly spanked me a few times, made me eat her out for a few minutes, and tried using the strapon briefly. She obviously didn't enjoy it, it only lasted a little while before she gave up and we had regular sex. I never asked her to do it again.

And now here she was dressed in the same way, the whip running over her legs, her tits fairly bursting from the tight garment. She had an unreadable expression. She'd obviously had a change of heart, as she sat there looking like a vision of heaven (or hell).

"Let me help you get dressed." She said with a smirk. I waved her to sit back down but she was having none of it. She took my towel, and looked over my naked body, concentrating on my hairless groin. She ran her hand lightly from the tip of my cock down to my balls and back to the top of my ass crack. "Mmmm. Smooth."

Then she started looking over the items on the bed, before selecting the bra and the water balloons. She dressed me like a child, not letting me help, although I could do it all myself and was quite deft and unclasping the bra. Next she fitted the garter belt, and rolled the stockings up my legs, which felt incredible. Then she picked up the G-String, and held it out for me to step into. Once I had both legs in she began to slowly pull it up, but at my knees she stopped.

"I almost forgot. There's something that goes under this." She grinned and picked up the butt plug. Giving it a generous dob of lubricant, she lubed it up, then felt around to my arsehole, sticking a finger in a little with some lube on the tip. I'm ticklish so I shuddered a bit when she did this.

"That good huh, you little slut?" she said, and before I could react she impaled me on the butt plug, causing me to gasp in pain, as she rammed it in hard, in one go. She then yanked up the G-String and let the thin cord at the back run directly over a groove that I had cut into the back of the plug. She gave it a twist, watched me squirm, then picked up the little dress, which was so short on me it was almost like a skirt, and so tight it hugged my form, which is not slight but it accentuated my fake tits. It was a halter top, tied and secured around the back of my neck with a bow. She smoothed it out, noticing that the hem did not quite reach the top of my stockings, making the garter straps visible. She also put my hair in pigtails, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. 

"Slut." Was all she said. She had a look of disdain and disgust on her face. She then gathered up all the handcuffs, thumb cuffs and rope from the drawer, and put them in her bag. She also grabbed the blindfold and handed it to me. "Put that on" she ordered.

"Now from now on you are going to do as you're told, without question. You hesitate, I will punish you. Also, your name is 'slut' now and you will answer to it. My name is 'Mistress' and you will address me as such." She cupped her hand over my balls and squeezed for emphasis. "Do you understand, slut?" she said hoarsely in my ear. I swallowed. She seemed to be really enjoying this.

"Yes Mistress." I said.

"Good slut. Now follow me." She led me by hand through the house, as I couldn't see. She then opened the front door, led me out, closed and locked it behind us. I couldn't tell if there was anyone about, but it was about 1am, so I hoped there wasn't. She led me to her car, and opened the door for me. "Get in." she said, and I did.

She drove through a lot of side streets, and when we came to a roundabout, she went round and round and round, until I had no notion of which way we were facing, then she drove off again.

My mind raced as to what she had planned, where we were going. Emily had not liked doing this before, had usually only preferred straight sex or being submissive. She's quite strong willed so I was scared about how far she would go if she started liking being dominant. Finally the car stopped, and she got me out. It was cold. I stood for a few moments, heard a car drive up past us, slowing down as it neared us. It honked its horn as it sped away. I stood terrified, blindfolded. Emily then removed my blindfold; I was standing in front of an Adult bookstore. Emily had her full length leather coat on over her Dom outfit, so she looked normal.

"That strapon you bought for me that other time was a piece of shit." She began. "Here's your credit card. Go in and ask the attendant for the best strapon that they stock, for your girlfriend to fuck you with. Specifically ask for one that will penetrate you deeper and can fuck you harder, as well as be more comfortable for your girlfriend so she can give you the best ass-fuck of your life. Will you remember all of that?" I said I would but she repeated it to me twice more, making me say it back to her. Then she pushed me in the front door, and did not follow.

In the store I immediately noticed the attendant, a young woman, not ugly but certainly not beautiful. She looked over at me and suppressed a laugh. Nervous, I walked up to the counter, he eyes roving over me as I walked up. She tried to keep a straight face as she talked to me.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" she asked. I told her, repeating Emily's words to her. She raised her eyebrows as I said it, blushing feverishly. "I think I can help you with that." She said after a moments thought. She directed me over to the strapon section, and began talking me through several different designs. She giggled as she emphasized how deep each one penetrated, and how hard they were. As she was taking a guy came into the store from the back and looked over at us. The girl waved at him and he walked on, stocking the shelves. I avoided looking at him. She kept talking.

"You see a jelly dong can attach to one of these good models, but a jelly dong wouldn't fuck you as hard as you need, so you could get one of this rubber/jelly hybrid dongs and use that... you can get a vibrating one too." She said, talking directly to me, looking me in the eye and forcefully highlighting the words 'fuck' & 'hard'. I swallowed, nodding to each thing she said. She then waited for me to say something.

"Uh... which one would you recommend?" I stammered.

"For your needs?" She said eagerly. "For you, I would recommend this one," she said, holding one up, "as I think your girlfriend will be able to comfortably wear this, and fuck you good and proper with it. It takes any one of a whole range of dongs, so if she wants she could attach a 12 inch black hard rubber vibrating dong to it and absolutely ream your ass!" She laughed enthusiastically. I swallowed again, humiliated at how she was drawing attention to each point. I heard Emily's car horn outside. 

"I'll take it." I said meekly. She then mentioned that it didn't come with any dongs, and recommended a set of 20 dongs of all sizes that fit it, which I got also. As she bagged the items and I turned to go, Emily came in the front door. She looked angry.

"What has been taking so long? What did you get? Did you say what I told you to?" she screeched at me. I reeled under her gaze, mumbled that I had said what she wanted, had just paid, and started opening the bags to show her, when the girl called out to Emily.

"He didn't say anything to me. He's lying to you."

Emily turned and looked at me, fury in her face and eyes. She glared at me for a second, and motioned for me to be quiet when I began to open my mouth. She walked over to the counter. She said to the girl, sweetly:

"Can you tell me exactly what this slut did?" The attendant looked over at me, as I stood terrified, and smiled as she spoke to Emily.

"Sure. He ... It... your 'slut' came in, saw me, and scurried over into the corner there, at looked at the stuff on the wall for about 15 minutes, without saying a word. Then I heard your car horn outside, he grabbed a strapon off the wall, picked up a dong set and rushed over to me, putting it all down with his credit card. He didn't say a word to me, only nodded and signed the slip. Then you came in." She finished. I was mortified. She was lying, but Emily would not believe me – this girl was intentionally getting me into trouble. Emily thought for a moment, then got out her purse, took out a fifty dollar bill, and handed it to the girl.

"Give me that cane there under the counter, the $5 one. Keep the change." The attendant gave her the cane, put the money in the register and took out the change, slipping it into her pocket.

"Thanks. I was only trying to help. I hope I haven't got him in trouble or anything..." She said to Emily, her face all innocence. Emily waved her thanks away, then pointed at me.

"Do you mind if I do this here?" She asked. The girl told her it would be fine. Emily stalked over to me, the cane held firmly in her right hand.

"Put your hands on the counter and bend over, slut." She growled. I bent over, placing my hands on the counter. The girl sat on her stool, smirking at me. She winked at me as Emily pulled up my skirt and bared my ass.

Emily started striking me with the cane. At first I almost jumped, Emily had never hit me that hard before. It hurt. She didn't stop, again and again and again she hit me, on my ass, my upper legs, occasionally hitting my balls, which caused me to yelp in pain, and occasionally she would contact the butt plug, which would send a wave of pain over the entire area.

Tears welled in my eyes, the girl in from of me was smirking at me more now, giggling whenever I yelped or cried out. Just as the first tear left my eye and rolled down my cheek, she shifted off her stool.

"Can I have a go?" she said to Emily. Emily must have nodded because she started moving behind me, then I started getting hit again, but much, much harder this time. When she swung the cane it made a high pitched whine as it approached my cheeks, then a resounding crack as it bit into me. After about 10 of these I was crying freely, whimpering with each stroke. Then she stopped, and I felt her bare hand strike my bare ass. I jumped in pain as my entire ass felt the pain at once. She laughed.

"Hey, I lied before." She said, "Your slut came in and asked for a strapon that could fuck him really hard and deep, so you could give him the best fucking of his life. I lied because I wanted to see you punish him. If you hadn't bought the cane and asked to spank him here, I would have given you the cane and offered to count the strokes for you." She rubbed her hand over my ass, giving it little 'petting' hits, which although light, stung.

Emily didn't seem annoyed.

"Well I was going to spank her anyway, just for being such a slut." She said. The girl smoothed my skirt down and stood me up straight.

"I'm Tammy. I could help you fit this strapon if you like, we've also got a bathroom if you need to give her an enema first, as you don't want this slut's shit on your nice shiny new cock..." she said, also referring to me as 'her'. Emily smiled.

"That sounds really good. I'm Emily. But before I fuck her with this I want to be sure it's the best thing I could use. I want this slut to get fucked so good she will beg me to not stop..." Emily let her voice trail off. Tammy seemed to pick up on what Emily wanted.

"Well I stand by what I recommended. I can give you a demonstration of it if you'd like. I could even do you with it, just to show you how good it can be. I've used this model before, it's the best." Emily seemed really pleased with the idea.

"I'll have to have an enema too then, as I'd like you to fuck my ass with it. I want to try anal sex again tonight, this could be perfect." I could see Emily's hand was under her coat, fingering herself.

They took me out the back of the store; Tammy told the guy (who had been stocking shelves and watching the whole thing) to man the counter, that she'd be back. There was a bathroom where Tammy gave me an enema, a most uncomfortable experience, then after looking at the butt plug I had been wearing threw it in the bin and brought another, larger one which she shoved inside me. She addressed Emily, who was watching closely.


A Change of Heart



Well, I fought for you. I fought too hard. 
To do it all again, babe. Just come too far.
You never needed me. You only wanted me around.
It gets me down. 

There's been a change, yeah, there's been a change of heart.
I said, there's been a change. 
You pushed just a little too far. 
You made it just a little too hard.
Yeah, there's been a change of heart. 

Change of Heart- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

*

When she pulled him over for the ticket, Florida State Trooper Sandy Davies had really experienced just about enough of a bad day to suffice her for a week. Her marriage was a complete fiasco, and it was partly her fault. Still, her husband's cross-dressing hadn't done much to help things along. True, she had a long history of fucking other men, but the fact that Calvin would rather wear her panties than get her out of them had essentially proven a deal breaker for her. The other men had been the price that he had reluctantly paid for her indulging his fantasies, so she wasn't cheating. 

His whining was another issue still, and she was sick of it. Was it too much to ask for a chance to get fucked for a change? Sandy was tired of wearing the strap-on, even with the "feel-doe" function. Simply put, their sexual attitudes were not so much too different, but too similar, to be compatible. Both wanted to be the woman in the household, and that was just not going to work for Sandy. Yes, she was bisexual, but she craved a man's hard body and forceful nature now and then. Her work let her be all of the tomboy that she wished to be, so at home, she just wanted to let the man take over. Was it her fault that "Callie" refused to do so? Counseling was pointless, since neither of them could change their sexual desires. 

Then there was the issue of his weird views on fidelity. He was cool with her fucking women, as long as she did so as the penetrating partner, but he objected to her letting girls take her, and stringently resented the other men (despite agreeing to them). Nor would he consider doing another man himself, insisting that he had no interest in guys. It was if he went out of his way to be a stereotypical wife from another era and took a certain pride from his wife acting like a stereotypical husband from that time. The problem was that the sex that he most accepted and condoned in her was the sort that she needed least. Sandy needed a man or woman to grab her and make her his or hers. Her husband almost seemed to go out of his way to leave her sexually frustrated. 

It was little surprise, then, to Sandy in hindsight, that she snapped and gave Jack Mitchell from St. Augustine a hefty ticket and verbally ripped his head off for using the carpool lane illegally. It was true that it was the middle of the afternoon and no one else was using it, but she had a legal pretext for chewing him out and she gave it to him. Skipping lunch (and needing to take it soon, but not having an appetite) hadn't improved her mood this particular day. Perhaps she had an uncanny ability to find a man with the least motivation to put up with her BS, either, because he got quite angry with her. 

"Look, Officer, this is all about your damned quota, so stop lecturing me. On any other day, you'd leave me alone. What the fuck is your beef with me? I never talk this way to cops, but you're really fraying my nerves," the angry local DJ demanded, snapping for a change. 

On top of finding out that his wife was fucking his boss, this matter was enough to push Jack to the stage of retaliation for this verbal abuse. The pretty patrolwoman seemed to have the same irritating manner as Violet, too. Well, the pre-nup be damned! He didn't care about cash. Besides, he was a DJ and rapidly becoming a local celebrity. It wouldn't be long before he was a proper shock jock, a la Howard Stern. He just had enough of being hassled by women, especially Violet, but including this lady cop.  

It was true that Jack had fucked around on her a few times, but he was now sure that they were even. It was just the final issue that reminded him of everything else that pissed him off about his trust-fundie wife and her Southern society family. That she had the nerve to insist on his fidelity in the pre-nup, when she wasn't faithful herself, just annoyed him even more. 

Well, the clause was mutual, but he refused to take advantage of it. He wouldn't let the reputation of being a fortune-hunter follow him around, particularly when she was clearly the greedy one. Screwing one's husband's boss was a crass and manipulative move that suggested that one didn't think one's spouse competent enough to get ahead on his own. It was an insult to his manhood in at least two distinct ways. No, let the bitch keep her cash, as long as he didn't lose his own shirt. 

"Alright, smart-ass, out of the car and put your hands on the top, now! You're under arrest for assault and verbal abuse of a state trooper! Maybe a little time in jail will cool you off from your bad attitude!" Sandy insisted, still angry, but now gaining some respect for the guy for standing up to her bullying. He was right, after all, as she did have a quota for citations, another stressful issue for her. 

"Oh, I say something that you can't handle, so that's a crime? Bullshit! I'll pay the damned ticket, if I must, but I'll fight the assault charge, Trooper Davies," Jack drawled out the name on her uniform, "Maybe the power is getting to you, or you just hate men, but I want your badge number and I want to make an official complaint about your conduct!" 

That was not something that Sandy expected, exactly, so she cussed a bit before cuffing his left wrist and starting to do his right one. Instead, she slapped him a bit, almost as if saying that she had nothing to lose, so why not go ahead and engage in some police brutality? 

Grabbing the trooper to stop the assault and protect himself, Jack threw her onto the pavement. He wasn't too rough, but he made his position apparent. Pulling her back up, the DJ took her keys and unlocked the cuff on his wrist. He then slapped them on her and pushed her into the extended cab of his Blazer. Lying low for a moment, he unzipped her pants and felt for undies that were obviously gone. Sandy liked to go "commando", as he could tell now. 

"So, are you going to add resisting arrest, and false imprisonment, or do we fuck like a pair of grown-ups? That's what this is about, isn't it? You wanted a grudge-fuck from an angry motorist, and that's what you're getting, Trooper Davies," Jack declared. 

"Call me Sandy, and fuck me, smart-ass! You're right, buddy. I did pull you over because of the quota, but really to let off some steam and maybe get a guy's attention. This wasn't planned, but perhaps I did this subconsciously to provoke you," Sandy admitted, although she blushed over the matter. 

"Jack Mitchell, and now that I know I'm not in trouble, I'm quite happy to fuck you, Sandy," the DJ grunted as he entered her from behind.

"Oh, you're not going to jail, Jack, but you're definitely still in trouble! Forget about the ticket! I mean that you're now stuck with a horny state trooper who just might look for excuses to keep pulling you over, sugar. Now, fuck my pussy harder, you hardheaded SOB!" the patrolwoman warned him as he slammed into her.

"I am fucking you, or don't you know it?" Jack snapped back at her. 

"Oh, I know it! The only way I could feel this more and enjoy it more is if you shoved it up my ass!" Sandy exclaimed with growing arousal from the pounding the civilian gave her on the clock. 

"Glad to hear, and if you're not careful, I'll do exactly that, Sandy!" he groaned as he drove it deeper into her sex. 

"Yeah, right, like I would get that lucky! You're probably afraid that your wife will find out! I saw that ring!" 

"Sandy, if you knew my wife, you'd realize that her ass is too tight to even consider fucking, assuming that she'd let it happen! Besides, I don't give a damn about that. We're fucking and I have to cum soon, or else we'll both get in trouble, anyway!" Jack reacted with gusto.

"Well, hon, that's one more reason to stick it in my tush! You'll cum so fast that no one will know anything happened," Sandy encouraged him to butt-fuck her, now that she saw a chance of it happening. 

As he lubed her up with her own juices and entered her tight asshole, Jack felt Sandy wince for a second, but then realized that she had started a climax. This was apparently the sort of sex that she had been missing for weeks or longer, so this act was enough to get her there. He grunted for a while longer, but held back from cumming too soon, just so that he could get her to orgasm. That was something that was rare enough in his marriage that he valued it a great deal. He didn't count his wife's badly acted fake orgasms at all. 

Within moments, however, Sandy had finished her overwhelming and desperately craved climax. This gave Jack his cue to spill his load into her pucker, filling her bottom with his jism. He was quite pleased already, but even more so when Sandy didn't ask to be released from her cuffs. Instead, she turned around and started sucking his dick with an enthusiasm that would make any sensible man want to clone her. The reality was that she was simply starved for this kind of sex, with the man in control instead of herself. She was tired of being the boss, and had finally discovered her ideal man. It was too bad that she was married to that Cal wimp instead. 

"God, Sandy, you are the first gal to do an ATM for me! That's incredible! I've wanted that for a while, but no girl has been willing to consider it before, let alone surprise me with it! I see that you're wearing a wedding ring. Does hubby know that you are so hot for this kind of sex, and is he cool with you fucking other men this way?" Jack commented, truly curious as to this babe's lifestyle now. 

"Honey, my hubby is more of a woman than a man, and I don't mean that he's gay. He is a cross-dresser, however, and he likes to be fucked by a woman rather than fuck her. He likes being the wife, not the husband. He really needs a domineering sort of woman, not a girl like me. I think that he mistook me for a Domme or something. Too bad, if you ask me. I've wasted enough of my life being married to him. He's not evil or stupid, but he isn't my kind of guy. You, on the other hand, are what I need for certain. How about you? What's your deal? Dissatisfied, too?" she asked rhetorically, well aware of the likely answer. 

"My wife should get together with your husband. She'd love to be with a man who lets her wear the pants in the marriage. Maybe we ought to approach them about a swap, only this one would be permanent. She has the money, but I don't need that. I'd rather have my manhood and my self-respect, thank you very much. Besides, I'm a local celebrity. I'll do fine. I plan to be rich and famous in my own right soon enough," Jack explained, as he removed the cuffs from the state trooper, "You need to get back to work, though. How about we meet again at my place? I think that if my wife catches us in bed, she'll get angry enough to kick me out. I'll let her, too, since the house is in her name and I am tired enough of her by now." 

"Well, honey, if she tosses you out onto the street, we can rent a room together, because I'm fed up enough with Calvin to pack my bags. Like you, I don't need his money. I just want to start fresh with another man. I think that both your wife and my hubby will be relieved when we go, just like us. It's been too much to make any kind of fight to save the marriage worth it, don't you think? 

"Alright, I do need to get back to work. Guess I'll have to count this as my lunch break, since I haven't eaten yet. Give me your address, and I'll show up right around supper. That should get your wife's goat enough to end your marriage, if you're truly ready to leave her. Then we can drive over to my house and give Cal the bad news as well. I don't know if you and I will last, but we can at least have a fling and get rid of our spouses," Sandy grinned and kissed Jack with some tongue. 

He was happy enough to hand her the information and see her place it on her speed dial. This might be going too fast, but like she said, it didn't have to last. For now, at least, they could have fun. She didn't seem overly jealous or worried about fidelity, so there might be something of a future. Jack was quite certain that he didn't want another exclusive deal again. This last one had proven that he had a tendency to not only fuck around, but also pick women who did the same. 

That being so, it was better to acknowledge such things openly, and Sandy somehow seemed to have the same mindset or attitude about such things. Well, he would find out in time, with enough preparation to avoid another attempt to practice monogamy (the operative word being attempt). The main thing was that they would enjoy themselves and end their toxic marriages. 

A fully dressed Sandy Davies returned to duty with a smile on her face that she knew that she had to stop before she saw her colleagues and superiors. Jack, meanwhile, continued in the same direction, well aware that he was lucky to catch the right state trooper in the best possible mood to relieve some tension. This thing was only supposed to happen in porn flicks, not reality, but it had occurred to local shock jock Jack Mitchell. It was too bad that he couldn't talk about it without harming her career. This would certainly be an experience that he'd remember as long as he had a memory, whatever happened between Sandy and him in the near future. 

As he arrived at his condo in the ritziest district of St. Augustine, Jack noted his boss's car. Well, this would be worth what he expected. He knew that he had enough to get his supervisor by the balls and assure himself of great references when he transferred, but damn, this was a lucky day! Too bad that he didn't have a camera, but he didn't really care, anyway. He wanted this to be over at last. He was exhausted with this grueling ordeal of a marriage, so he'd sign any reasonable settlement that set him free, not from weakness, but a self-reliance that said that he didn't need her wealth. His dignity counted for more than her assets, fiscal or sexual. 

Jack didn't bother to warn the pair that he was home, since they would know soon enough. He lit up a cigarette inside the house for the first time in months (Violet had banned them in the house, but he no longer cared) and let the smoke be his announcement. She would smell it very quickly and pick up on the fact of his presence. 

He was right, of course. Violet was more than a tad shaken when she stepped out of the bedroom in her birthday suit, with her lover following her rapidly. There was no doubt that he had caught her first, and not vice versa, and that this could cost her a ton of cash. It was apparent that this thought tormented her more and took the color out of her normally pink face. She did her utmost to keep her composure, as a proper Southern belle would, even when caught in flagrante delicto. That didn't stop her from toying with her golden curls, however. 

"Um….this is a pickle for us, isn't it? Well, I guess that pretending to be innocent and faithful will do me no good, will it, dear? I suppose that you've been no saint yourself, but I've never managed to catch you, and I can never prove it. I take it that I'm screwed, in more ways than one here. I don't suppose that promising to look the other way if you do the same would help, would it?" she squirmed a bit, clearly more concerned with her fortune and reputation than her marriage itself. 

"Babe, that's not really the big issue here at all. When it comes to your hypocrisy, it's a matter of 'too little, too late' to change your mind about it and keep me. Besides, and this is more to the point, neither of us are happily married. Isn't that true? I don't know if you cheated before, but screwing my boss is the act of a woman who is impatient to align herself with a perceived winner. I've never done well enough for you, as soon as you would like.

"You're not unhappy with me in bed. I've toned that down enough for your tastes, I think. You just like to rule the roost and rake in the perks and cash from a subservient, yet successful husband. You want to be wealthier and even more connected, whatever it costs you. You want trophies, from your man down to your yacht. 

"Sorry, but that's not going to keep me at all. Somehow, you hope to have everything your way. Well, I am not the sort to take orders and do your bidding. That's been the major problem for us, Violet. I'm not uxorious. I don't knuckle under or submit to other people in my private life. That's why it will never work. I can't be your trophy husband at all. Now that I know what you want from me for sure, it's unacceptable. 

"Relax, honey. I have no desire to take you to the cleaners, despite the fidelity clause in the pre-nuptial agreement. No, I think that we can leave adultery out of this divorce. I don't want alimony. I don't want to get rich at your expense. I want simply to keep my own assets free and clear and take half of one of our joint-savings accounts. The rest is yours. The main issue for me is escape from this marriage. I don't want to be married to you, plainly spoken. You're not the sort of woman that I can grow old with or even relax and have fun with, by and large. 

"We're too different to share our life until death parts us. So, just let me go, alright? No pretense of remorse or insulting attempts to win me back. There will be no trial or scandal that taints your respectable image, I promise, if you just let me go. I will pack what I like and leave. I don't hate you, Violent. I just want a divorce. Now, I'm going to get my stuff and walk out tonight. I will rent a room and call you with the number. We can meet with an attorney soon and work out the details of this matter. Let's keep it civil, since there is no point to ugliness, is there? 

"Oh, and Steven, I think that you know what I want from you, don't you? Just as I know that you don't want an alienation of affection lawsuit, do you? If you're smart, you'll give me the references and release from my contract, so I can get the deal that I want from the national broadcasters. I want the limelight, but on my own terms and in my own right. Sound like a deal, folks?" Jack demanded, knowing that he was negotiating from strength. 

"Jack, sweetie, please don't leave yet. I do want one thing from you," Violet's persistence surprised him, quite frankly. 

"Okay, let's hear it, and soon. I don't have much time, Violet," he snapped, more than a little impatient. 

"I want to have your baby. There, now you know. That's the one thing that I really don't have from this marriage that I really desire and Steve can't give me. Why, aside from the cash, did you think that I didn't want you to leave yet? Why do you think that I got jealous about your affairs, when I had my own? I want to get pregnant, and I figured that if you fucked other women at this point, you might not knock me up. Otherwise, I would just wink at it. As I will once you impregnate me. 

"If you agree to knock me up every time I need to conceive, I'll go along with your divorce and let you have the entire account without a fuss. Sound fair? Just fuck me now, while I'm fertile. I hoped to seduce you tonight, which is why I asked you to come home soon. I just didn't plan for it to be quite as early as it was. I was going to clean up any evidence of my cheating. I guess that's not an issue now, is it? 

"The truth is that while I started this fling to help your career, it turns out that you are doing well enough, anyway. However, that hasn't kept me from doing my bit to enhance it further, though I know that you hate to admit that it has helped. Well, I guess that it helped in a way that I didn't intend, but there you go. In the meantime, I do have some feelings for Steve, and we have discussed the idea of divorce once I caught you with another woman and had your baby. I just counted on more time. For what it's worth, I wouldn't have gotten nasty unless you did, which seems moot now. 




A Change of Heart



"Steve has always been sterile, which is why he and his ex broke up. He and I would love to marry, even if we don't really fall completely in love with each other. We're very compatible, and unlike you, he's happy to be a 'trophy hubby'. He wants a comfortable and early retirement, you see? He's got a lower libido than you, anyway, which is fine with me. 

"If I can have you on the side now and then, I'll be happy. A guy with your sex drive is a better lover than husband for a woman like me, I think. Between his sterility and the gaps in his libido, that only makes two things that he lacks, come to think of it. He's perfect for me otherwise, being ruthless at work and docile at home. I guess that I forgot about your higher sex drive when I worried about the depletion of your seed through other women, didn't I? So, what do you say, sugar?" Violet pouted, hoping to convince her estranged husband to fuck her that night before he left.

Jack smiled after he recovered from the shock. He saw no reason why this would be a problem, especially given that his only new sex partner of late was a free-loving state trooper who seemed to prize his virility and accept his promiscuous nature. Besides, they weren't quite a couple as of this point. Sandy would probably get a laugh from the irony of it.



A Change of Heart



They'd been talking for a while now, passing messages back and forth on the antiquated messenger system on the website. Eventually she'd managed to create a message devious enough that it would allow them contact outside without being deleted by the Big Brother that oversaw all mail on the site. 

He was very enthusiastic, single, handsome, clearly capable of all sorts of things, building his own home, fixing all sorts of machinery. She was surprised in fact that he was still single, he was only 32, and she had thought that every woman of his acquaintance would have been hurling herself in the path of such a good catch. It was a long term relationship gone bad, he explained, it hadn't been meant to be, but he stayed and worked at it, and he missed her, but understood why it could never work out. That satisfied her curiosity, certainly. After all, he couldn't be blamed if there was an incompatibility, could he? So she carried on talking to him, taking it step by cautious step until he disappeared one night.

And disappear was the word. His profile was still there, yet his mail went unread, the last visit date getting longer and longer. Her e-mails were not responded to, his messenger icon remained dormant. She couldn't understand it, she was genuinely hurt that this supposedly lovely man had done this, she couldn't think what could possibly have happened to him or what she could have said that would leave her beached like a dolphin, miles from the receding tide of his attention, gasping for air yet being crushed by the weight of the disappointment. 

Three weeks later, to the day, she lost her nerve. A bottle of wine, an empty house and far too long spent brooding over his profile, over that particular photograph that made her go weak at the groin, took their toll. A kick from someone else that she had approached didn't help, either. It's not nice feeling too old or too young, or not blonde enough, not buxom enough, not fat or thin enough, not tall or short enough; it's hateful being rejected for that which is your lot in life and not something you can change. And so she sent him a message, a very short message. 

"I don't know what I did wrong, but you hurt me and I didn't know that I felt anything for you. If you don't respond to this mail I'll never trouble you again."

She pressed Send and immediately regretted it. She was so weak sometimes, and it looked so bloody desperate, as though she had nothing and no one else in her life. She stroked the cat on her lap, drank her wine, listened to the wind echoing round the house and realised the irony of her own thoughts. As if to add to the misery the empty calendar on her desk seemed to wink at her and she slammed it shut. She knew what was in there for the foreseeable future, and it wasn't a lot. 

* * * * *

The morning brought the hangover, the regret, the sheer embarrassment of having sent that damned mail. What did she think she was doing? Was she really so dependent on the attention of other people? There was a reason her diary was empty. In fact it wasn't empty at all, it was full of hard work, the work she had been dodging slightly by talking to him in the first place. It was better now, he was out of the way and out of her system, and she could get on with the writing, get her nose back onto the computer and her fingers back on the keyboards and start getting the book in shape for the now looming deadline. Taking a couple of paracetamol and brewing herself a cup of coffee she pushed open the French windows and breathed in the beautiful country air for a while before she turned to her office.

There was e-mail for her. She saw it flash as soon as she switched on the computer, an important message waiting for her. She opened it, not bothering to see who it was from and assuming it was a nag from her agent.

"I'm sorry, I've been away with work. I should have told you, but I thought I'd be able to get on line when I was there, turned out I couldn't. I didn't mean to hurt you. How can I make it up to you?"

She sat in shock, it wasn't what she had expected. At first she was angry, furious at herself for opening the door. Then she was angry with him, for assuming that she would believe such a lame excuse. Then she was numb and confused, not knowing what to think. A tentative reply was extended.

"Where were you working?" He came back immediately, no time to work up stories, he was right there telling her what happened.

"I told you I work in computers, and the company I work for sometimes freelance to other companies. In this case the Navy, they're trialling a piece of kit for us, and someone had to go with it to train the people to use it. I've been on a boat for three weeks and missing you like mad." How convenient, she thought, you just happened to come back today.

"I'm not sure what to do about your message, I wasn't expecting you to be hurt. I didn't think I meant anything to you other than a friend, we've only known each other a short while, and we haven't even met yet."

Great, now he was going to beat her over the head with common sense to compound the misery she was feeling. He was right, of course, they hadn't met. What had she assumed in his absence? Had she taken everything he'd said out of context? She was starting to feel like a fool and found herself apologising for her own confusion.

"I'm sorry, I suppose I didn't realise I had the feelings myself until you disappeared."

"Don't worry", he replied. "No harm done, nothing to apologise for. Are you ok? What are you up to?" And from there her descent began, the slide down that slippery slope of familiarity into forgetting his abandonment, into dismissing his absence in favour of the enjoyment of talking to him, of being the subject of his interest and attention. She liked being under that lamp, its glow warmed bits of her that had been dormant for the past couple of years while she had worked. It was what she had been seeking when she posted her profile on the website; and so it made it easier to relax into the state of forgetting and forgiving and getting on with feeling valued.

Needless to say this whole incident highlighted for both of them that they needed to meet, and the sooner the better. Sure enough, it was soon arranged. A friend of hers, Sophie, was having a birthday party in a town near where he lived, and she was due to go up early to help with the organisation. So she booked a room in a cozy local inn, good food, chilled wines, a nice atmosphere, oak beams and a comfy bed, and she invited him over to dinner her first night there. 

The sexual tension between them was unbelievable, and their compatibility so very obvious. They finished each others sentences, they spoke the same words at the same time, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other. If people in the restaurant were embarrassed the couple didn't notice, because their eyes were fixed the one on the other. Neither had much of an appetite, and after a quick salad and a glass of wine they went by mutual consent to her room, where he took her into his arms and made perfect love to her. She felt beautiful under his gaze and his touch, and it made her want to cry with happiness. 

They came back to sip from each others bodies during the night, neither fully sleeping, but napping a little before rolling toward each other and starting all over again. The simplicity of a closed mouth kiss or the touch of fingers on skin ignited their passions repeatedly, and as dawn crept over the horizon on their last night together before she went home she said those dreaded words.

"I love you." She didn't mean to hear them back, she didn't need to, they both knew the score, that monogamy wasn't for them, that they needed greater freedom to form a family of like minds and bodies, but she now hoped they could do this together and he had agreed when they spoke, this was a mutually achievable aim. Their discussions had involved a lot of very precise terms to preclude the possibility of misunderstanding and feelings being hurt. After all, when two people have contrary aims there is no basis for a relationship and to pursue one in the face of opposing destinations would lead to pain and hurt all round. Yet he nuzzled against her, his face lost in her neck as he whispered back.

"I love you, too."

The journey home was a heaving morass of emotions for her, the swelling of her love and joy, her heightened perception born of the sex they had shared, the hope for the future that he had given her when he said those words, when he had gone on to tell her that he knew already that he wanted to share his home with her. All too quick, obviously, and she knew that she would have to focus on caution, because she couldn't just throw away her home as it was on knowing someone on line for a few months then spending a few nights and days with them, mostly in bed. And so she advised herself to be cautious, even as her heart flew way above her head, tickling the tops of the trees that she drove past on her way back to her normal life. 

* * * * *

Once she was home she worked with a greater fervour, wanting the book to be out of the way now, wanting to get her diary back so that she could arrange more meetings with this wonderful man. So they could spend time together, get to know each other more, to continue to consummate their relationship. Yet his work meant he was travelling all over, and hers meant she was anchored to her office chair. Yet they spoke often, by phone or IM, and still there was that buzz, that frisson of sexual excitement that spurred her into loving him more and more, craving him like a drug she couldn't live without. A little part of her knew she was being foolish, but the rest of her told it to shut up, to learn to enjoy the heady mix of hormones and emotions that buoyed her spirits and kept the smile on her face.

He told her what he was doing with their mutual friends, friends they hadn't been aware they shared until the party. He told her of his desires for a fully polyamorous family, of an extended emotional and sexual family that would support and nurture all its members, which would allow for play, growth and change within it, and it was as if he was reciting her own dream, playing it back to her in perfect harmony with her thoughts and beliefs. Her faith in this man became stronger and stronger. So much so that she dismissed the first question as being nothing relevant to her or him, a simple question from Sophie.

"Are you and he an item?"

"Well, don't be silly, of course we are, we slept together all that time I was over for your party, but you know I don't do ownership as such."

"I only ask because I saw him in town buying a girl dinner last night."

"Yes, that's right. It's a friend of his."

"They looked like a lot more than friends."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not trying to say anything, I'm just telling you what I saw."

"She's a friend of his, and he flirts with his friends. So what?"

"Ok, as long as you're fine with it. How's the book going?"

And the conversation moved on. He'd told her about the friend, she was the one that suggested he buy her dinner for her birthday, because she'd been dumped by her boyfriend and was feeling blue. She thought it would cheer her up and let him spend some time with his old friend. What could be wrong with that? But she couldn't resist mentioning it to him, saying they'd been seen. He'd laughed it off.

"Well, it wasn't as if we were hiding from you, was it? You even told me which restaurant to take her too!" Of course she had, there was nothing to concern her in this, it had been exactly as she thought it had. Damn Sophie for trying to twist it into something ugly. She wasn't a jealous or possessive person, she was a modern girl who grew up believing that one man and one woman weren't necessarily the perfect combination, and that it was often better to have a larger family. She was the product of a hippy upbringing, and all the freedoms that it espoused. 

Hi there, you busy?" He popped onto her IM screen.

"Not overly. How are you?"

"Exhausted, I stayed over at Ellie's last night."

"Ellie? Who's Ellie?"

"Oh, she's the girl I met at a club last week. Didn't I tell you about her?"

"No."

"Oh, well, she's a drama student and she has pc problems, so I said I'd come over and fix her pc, and it got late, and then I ended up staying over because it would have been a bad idea to drive that late at night when I was tired. So I did. But now I'm tired, because it was uncomfortable at her place, the sofa's lumpy."

"Serves you right. Tell me about Ellie." And she'd smiled at him on the IM, she'd been happy for him to have a new friend that he could help, and he'd enjoyed telling her about fixing Ellies computer. She asked if he was flirting with Ellie and trying to get her into bed, and he said it would be nice. He asked if she minded, and she said no, she didn't mind. Sex was sex, love was love and that was ok, she didn't need to tie him down. It was against her beliefs. 

It turned out that Ellie had beliefs of her own, beliefs that included not keeping him around after he had managed, a week later, to talk his way into some heavy petting with her. He told her all this on IM, saying that he'd enjoyed playing and flirting with Ellie, but that she wasn't keeping material.

"Not like you. I didn't love her. In fact she annoyed me more often than not." She paused. If the girl had annoyed him, why had he tried to have sex with her? But it wasn't down to her, she was miles away, they'd only slept together a few nights, she had no claim to him or ownership rights to dispute, it was up to him how he conducted himself.

"I've got a launch party coming up, in London. Are you going to come down for it?" She was eager to be with him, to be in his arms again, kissing those soft lips, feeling his hardness within her. 

"When is it?" He asked.

"May 12th"

"That's a long way away. I'll need to check my diary."

"I thought you'd be pleased to be seeing me?"

"I am, it's just that it's over a month away and I need to see if there's anything that would stop me coming down that day." Something rang cold to her.

"Would you rather not bother?"

"Don't be silly, I'm happy to be coming to see you. I want to come and see you. I want to share a bed with you again. But I have work commitments, and it's an awfully long way off and I guess I'm a little disappointed that I have to wait so long."

"I know, I'm disappointed too, but it's the book, I can't just stop work and not go to the meetings, I've already had the advance and they can sue me if it's not ready, I have to be here working."

"I know you do. But a bit of me wants to say damn the book, come here, move in with me and let's go find our own life together, make our own extended family and let's not waste time so far apart." A little voice inside her told her that it was what she wanted, too, and she realised how stupid she had been, how possessive, how idiotic it was to think that he would just drop everything to be with her on her schedule. That was wrong, no matter which way it worked. 

Again they talked, the conversation soothing ruffled feathers, she put her fears all down to the distance, the need for him that went un-assuaged in his absence, the fact that he had never been down to see her, that previous dates she had suggested had been impossible because of his work, and his suggestions impossible because of hers. She was doing it again, building problems in her head where no problems existed, seeing phantoms where there were none. Yet this was so unlike her. She never got jealous, she never got possessive, she never worried or stressed about her partners being far away; and she wondered what it was causing the disquiet this time? Why now, why with him, what was it in her that had changed? It didn't occur to her to wonder if it had anything to do with him. 

* * * * *

Roses arrived the next morning, a huge bunch, wreathed in tiny white dots of babys breath, two dozen perfect, blood red roses. She read the card that came with them.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean to. Of course I'm looking forward to seeing you again. I can't wait! I love you."

She found a vase and settled the flowers on her desk, where she could touch them and smell them, a substitute for his presence as she worked even harder, trying to ensure that when he arrived there would be as little as possible to get in the way of their time together. She booked a car to take them to the party, she booked a posh hotel to stay in, one with a Jacuzzi in the room, room service, a four poster bed. She spared no expense as she planned her outfit for him. Not for her, she didn't count any more, she planned it for him, for his pleasure, knowing that she wanted to be the centre of his world that evening. She added him to seating plans, wrote his name on one of the gilded invitations so that he could feel part of the whole thing, she even helped him pick out his evening dress for the event and ordered a buttonhole of a perfect red rose bud for him, all to be delivered to their hotel suite. 

A week before the event and he bounced on to her IM as he did every morning now when she signed in.

"Hi! Had a wonderful evening at the club last night. Your friend Sophie was there, and she had her cousin, Maria, with her, drop dead gorgeous and all of 20 years old. I'm afraid I drooled a lot and offered to stop in at her place to check out her home network problems." He finished the message with a big grin.

"Oh, I see, you're chasing 20 year olds now are you? Trying to make me feel old?" She flirted with him, comfortable in the knowledge that she was seeing him soon and could patch up her own feelings of poor self worth that had begun to develop as he told her about a new group of friends, going to a new club that had opened, meeting other women and flirting with them in her absence. She really meant the wink emoticon that she put at the end of the sentence, yet something at the back of her mind started to whisper to her.

"Not just 20 year olds! There were lots of gorgeous totty there last night, and I had great fun dancing with them, and snogging a few, too."

"Careful, you'll start to get a reputation if you don't watch out."

Nah, nothing to worry about there. I'm just flirting, having fun, being me." Again he smiled through the IM and her concerns bit their lip. Another window popped up on her IM, Sophie.

"Hi, I met Steve last night when we were out clubbing."

"I know, he's just told me."

"He was all over my cousin."

"He said he was dancing with her."

"Did he mention that he bought a bottle of Champagne before leaving the club with her in a taxi?" She went cold. Someone had just poured a bucket of ice water over her. Champagne. What did that mean? It was Champagne, wine, that was all. He left with her in a taxi? What was she supposed to assume from that? Maybe the girl lived near his house and they were sharing a taxi? How odd.

"What are you trying to imply?"

"Nothing. He bought a bottle of Champagne for her, they got a taxi away together, I don't know who stayed where, but she's been on the phone this morning, he sent her roses. Two dozen. Red ones." She didn't even sign off, she just closed her IM. She didn't want to talk to anyone, she needed to think, to get her head straight. Why did she feel like this? Why was she suddenly concerned that this guy had shared a cab with a girl? Why did she care if he bought her Champagne or not? As for the roses, so what? He was given to expansive gestures, she knew that. Hell, she'd encouraged it! So what was her problem? Why was she getting twitchy like this?

She'd been working too hard, obviously. A bottle of cold wine, an afternoon in the garden watching the cats trying to decimate the local wildlife and she'd feel better. It was warm enough that she'd even dip her toes in the fish pond and put all of this out of her mind, it was silly. 




A Change of Heart



* * * * *

Steve arrived promptly at the hotel, eager for his meeting with her, and presented himself at the desk.

"I'm sorry sir, we have no reservation in that name."

"Don't be daft, she made it ages ago. My tux is being delivered here, I'm meeting her here and staying with her. There's a car organised to take us to the book launch later. Check again."

"I have checked again, sir. We do not now, nor have we ever had a reservation in that name. Is there anything else I can do for you sir? Would you like to book a room, or shall I ask a doorman to call a cab for you?" Steve was confused. He had the printout in his hand, she had reserved the room at this hotel, he was to be here no later than now, and here he was, bag in hand, but no her. What on earth had happened? He took his mobile out of his pocket and under the sneering gaze of the hotel staff dialled the number he knew by heart.

"I'm sorry, that number is unavailable." He tried another number. "Sorry, the mobile phone you're trying to reach is no longer available." This was getting stupid. He knew the name of her agent, and so he called the office, hoping to speak to someone, but they had already left, getting everything ready for the party that night. He asked the secretary if she could tell him where it was being held, but she said she wasn't free to give out information, although she could put him through to a press officer if he needed it. He thanked her and declined, turning back to the reception desk.

"Look, do you have any records of cancelled reservations at all?"

"No, sir, we don't."

"And there's no message for me?"

"One moment sir, and I'll check, what was the name again?" He gave his full name as the man turned to the pigeon holes behind the desk to search for messages, finding one and turning back.

"It would appear this is for you, sir." Steve tore the envelope open, and found a plain piece of paper with the simple text "Meet me in the bar." Of course, there had been a change of plan for some reason, and she had left a note to make sure he'd not lose out. Damn the bloody staff for being so unreasonable as not to check, no wonder she'd changed hotels, they were incompetent here.

Shrugging his bag over his shoulder his confident swagger returned as Steve marched through to the hotel bar. He couldn't help but notice that there was a group of stunning women at one table, all talking and laughing together, dressed elegantly for an evening out no doubt. Pity the poor men they got their hands on, he thought. Then he realised he recognised them; one by one the faces came into focus as he approached, and his step slowed. 

"Steve, she called to him, "come on over. Don't be shy, after all, you've only got friends here." She stood up, above the other girls, and Sophie rose to join her. As he arrived at the table Steve tensed even more. There was Sophie's cousin and Ellie, as well as two other girls he had met recently that he hadn't ever mentioned to anyone else, what the hell were they doing here?

"You know Sophie, of course, and Maria." She gestured to the petite blonde whose body still made his cock stiffen to look at. "Maria is in a particular line of work, she traps down unfaithful men." His attention was dragged immediately back. What had she said? 

"Remember how you said you wanted a poly family?" He felt himself nodding. "Well, I trusted you with Ellie, who it now turns out you slept with more than just the once and didn't fall out with. I trusted you with Maria, too, but then Maria knew all about you in advance, so what's not to trust? But when Maria told me about the two other women you'd met, who you'd bought roses for, who you'd had sex with, and who you failed to mention to me, I started to wonder what was going on. So I thought it would be best for us all to get together and talk; after all, if we're all going to be family, we really ought to get to know each other, don't you think?" Steves feet started to move, slowly sliding backwards.

"Take a seat Steve," Sophie said. "There's so much to talk about, including fidelity and responsibility to your partners within a poly relationship. By the way, how much do you earn again? We'll have to get an accountant sorted out to organise the expenses between everyone. We can't have any one person paying all the bills now, can we? Especially if any of the girls fall pregnant from the unprotected sex you prefer to have." His feet took another step back, his jaw slack as he looked at these women, all of whom looked at him expectantly.

It was supposed to be fun. He thought he could set it all up so he could happily go from one to the other, today it was Tuesday, so it was Ellie, and they had their fun. Then on Thursday, it would be Maria, and they'd have fun of a different kind. He thought he could simply juggle between them, he thought that was what poly meant, having your cake and eating it too. Not having to admit everything, because you were free to do anything. It never occurred to him that these women would get together, or that their agenda may involve a bit more responsibility than the use of a condom which he'd so easily talked his way out of. What did they mean children? Bills? All that stuff went with monogamy, he didn't want that! He started to feel the walls close in around him, the ceiling pressing down. 

She moved away from the table towards him, she who had been the start of all this, she who had suggested polyamoury as a way to have more fun with more people. He didn't remember her saying that he had to bring home every toy he played with. She couldn't possibly mean that, could she? 

"Steve, we want to talk to you about the commitment ceremony." She saw his already whitening face blanch completely; his gaze spinning to her at last instead of circling the room, the horror that looked out of his eyes as his fight or flight instincts finally kicked in and he turned and ran, imagining the sound of the women cackling behind him like a vicious coven. Sophie came to her side.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok Soph, I've told you before I'd rather enjoy things than question them, but when someone takes the piss it's time for them to go. I'll be fine."

"Are we taking this lot to the book launch, then? It'd be a shame for them to dress up for nothing."

"Not nothing, Ellie piped up. "I haven't seen a man move that fast in ages!" She joined the others as they left the bar for the launch party, having made their peace with each other days before whilst colluding in the trap that would teach Steve his lesson in responsibility.

"So," asked Maria. "There likely to be any men at this do?" 



A Change of Heart



It was only after I had fucked him senseless that I remembered why it was that he seemed familiar. I had seen the boy before, the night before in fact, at that little club by the docks. He had stood, slim and blonde and heartbreakingly beautiful, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, at the entrance when I had gone in. I had only glanced at him as I passed, even in the poor light it was easy to see he was young, much younger than the guys I usually looked twice at. But, he was a looker, so I looked back.

I quickly forgot all about him as I mixed and mingled and socialized. I didn't meet anyone interesting that night, but I still had a very good time. I went home, alone, and right to sleep. I was supposed to meet with some friends tomorrow night at Sally's. Sally's was a good place to hook up, if that's what you were into.

I wasn't sure if I was, though. I had been giving this a good deal of thought lately, and had come to some surprising conclusions. The biggest, and most surprising to me, was that quick and easy sex just wasn't doing it for me anymore. Sure, it could be hot and intense, but I had noticed a certain empty feeling afterwards that I had never felt before. Not just the usual post-coital blues you sometimes felt, but a real, tangible feeling that made me wonder if I was getting depressed or something. Maybe I needed to see a doctor.

But another part of me realized that this wasn't something that was going to be cured with the swallowing of a pill. I needed someone. And not just in a sexual way. I needed someone to be there when I got home, to know that if I should fail to arrive, that someone would miss me. I needed someone to sit beside me at night, and to be comfortable saying absolutely nothing, just to be there. I needed to have a reason to come home, instead of cruising about all night. I wanted to be in love.

I knew that wasn't likely given my preference for gay men's clubs. Sure, I'd find someone attractive, hook up, maybe even stay together for awhile, but eventually the thrill would fade, and we'd go our separate ways. Then, back to square one.

So, when I went to Sally's that night, I wasn't bringing any expectations with me. I had made peace with the fact that I was probably going to become one of those old, tragic fags that lives alone and has a cat or two. And my sweet white-haired old landlady would never suspect that the nice man who lives downstairs occasionally brought other men home later in the evening, men who would stay the night and engage in the sorts of practices that would send her reaching for her tiny bottle of nitro.

"How old are you?" I asked. If I had to guess, I'd have said 16, 17 or so. Definitely not of age. But he vehemently denied that.

"No, no!" he said. "I'm 21, gonna be 22 next month." I decided to reserve judgment on that. "Hey," he said, "I know I look young, but I swear I'm not some kind of jailbait." I looked him over thoroughly. Damn, he was cute! Slender and blonde, with big blue eyes and the kind of lashes that women would KILL for, full, very kissable lips and a head of curly blonde hair that just begged for you to push your fingers into it and grab hold. He would probably look a bit older if he got some of that cut off, but I certainly wouldn't be the one to suggest it. I decided to play along.

"Listen, I'm probably almost old enough to be your Dad."

He told me that he was a college student, taking business classes, and was chronically short of cash. A friend of his had answered an ad for "models wanted", and had gotten paid quite well for jerking off in front of a camera. The following week he had gotten even more for allowing a fellow model, male, to suck his dick, and more still for returning the favor. But evidently the big money was in taking a dick up the ass. He had decided to give it a try, and had gone through the solo jerk-off to blow-job getter to blow-job giver and was now ready to cross the Rubicon and take one up the ass for the team. The price was 900 dollars. He had agreed.

His appointment was for tomorrow. He said he had been hanging out at gay clubs for a few nights, trying to drum up the courage to approach someone. He figured if he tried anal on his own terms first, he would be better able to handle it when the cameras were rolling. He also wanted to know how bad it was gonna be, and to know beforehand if he could take it or not.

His face was serious. "I need that money." he said. "I have to do this, I just want to have an idea of how bad it's gonna be. I can take it, but I just want to know ahead of time." He looked down into his lap and fiddled with the edge of his sweatshirt. "So, what do you say?".

What DID I say? I was being propositioned by a kid nearly half my age, and what he was really asking me to do was to prep him for an anal porn shoot. It didn't sit right with me. I love porn, but had always assumed the guys were just into that. But, here is this kid, and he is telling me that he is going to give up his cherry to make a few hundred bucks?

"You know, your first time should be with someone you at least care about, don't you think?" I had the fleeting feeling of being a parent, I wanted to grab this kid and just slap some sense into him.

"You're right, but it ain't like I'm gonna be with guys after this, you know? It's just for now. For the money." He said this with all the air of a 21 year old who has discovered the secret to happiness.

"What, McDonald's isn't hiring?" I wasn't really trying to sound cruel, but it came out that way. He looked down.

"Yeah, well Mickey D's doesn't pay the same, know what I mean?"

"Yeah, and what happens when someone you know finds you online with a dick in your ass? Are you prepared for that?" His smile faded, I knew he really hadn't thought of that. Just like a 21 year old.

"Listen man, I don't really have a choice at this point, know what I mean? If somebody sees it, they see it. What can I do? Besides, what do you care? What are you, my mother or something?" Out came the 21 year old defenses and smart talk. And, I'm sorry to admit, out came my internal predator.

This kid was gonna fuck somebody, that's what he came here for. So, why not me? I was horny, he was available and willing. And fucking gorgeous! If this little lambchop was going to get his tight little ass reamed, why not by me?

I decided that I was going to pick him up. We talked a bit more, I bought him a few drinks, then suggested we go back to my place. He accepted.

I leaned in and kissed him. His lips parted and I pushed my tongue past them. I grabbed his hair and pressed him against me. He kissed back, and I knew that at least he wasn't going to lie there like so many did. He curled his arm around my neck and pulled me close.

We kissed like that for awhile, and I ran my hand over his flat chest, down past his belly, and slipped my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. His cock, hard already, was pressing with insistence against his zipper, and I freed it. Wrapping my hand around him, I stroked him up and down. He moaned softly and pressed back against me. I slipped his jeans around his narrow hips and tossed them, followed quickly by his underwear, then my own. I moved my head down between his legs and took his cock in my mouth, working it with my tongue and lips. He reached down and placed his hand on the back of my head, as if he were afraid I'd stop. I sucked him a few minutes, felt him harden further, then ran my tongue up his belly. I stopped at each tiny pink nipple and kissed them. He was making soft noises, little murmurings as I rose back up to meet his mouth. I moved my lips over his, his face, his neck, he lay his head back, eyes closed, as I kissed him. After a few minutes I whispered hoarsely in his ear, "You ready?" He sighed and said simply, "Yeah.".

I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and slid my hand along the cleft of his ass, pressing my finger in. His opening was as tight and small as a Cheerio, and he caught his breath and tensed as I probed him there. I pulled back and looked him in the face.

"You're nervous about my finger, and you were considering taking a dick in your ass?"

I worked the lube in and around his tight little asshole, pushing it in with my fingertip. He clenched tightly around me, and I knew it was going to take a little while to get him ready. But no matter, I had plenty of time. I played with the kids ass for awhile, and eventually was able to slide three fingers in without any trouble. He moaned and thrashed against my hand, his cock was hard as rock. He was as ready as he was ever going to be. So, I positioned him beneath me and spread his legs wide. He held his breath, and I reminded him to breath. As I pressed the head of my cock against his tight little hole, I felt initial resistance, then as he breathed and relaxed, he opened up beneath me and I pushed in.

Hot, wet velvet. Heaven! He gasped, and his ass tightened around me momentarily, then relaxed and I began to fuck him, slow and deep. He sighed and murmured, "Oh God, yes!" His little ring of muscle gripped me as I pushed in and back out over and over again. His cock, like iron in my fist, began to leak pre-cum as I fucked him.

I pulled free and turned him over onto his back. I wanted to watch his face as I fucked him. He threw his head back, eyes closed, mouth open as I rode him missionary style. Then together we looked down and watched as my cock slid in and out of his ass effortlessly. He curled his legs around me and pulled me closer, whispering, "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me..." His breathing became ragged, and his slender hips bucked up against me. His head fell back, eyes closed, panting as he came. His cock spurted onto his belly. Milky drops of cum lay on his skin like strands of pearls. I licked them off, and rose to meet his mouth again. Our tongues played with the cum.

I still hadn't come yet, and I again began to thrust within his ass. He curled his legs around my hips and I rode him until I finally spent myself deep inside him. "Oh my God," I whispered into his neck. "So beautiful..." He lie still beneath me, catching his breath. I drew back and looked him in the face. "And you wanted to do this on camera for some jerk for money?" I asked incredulously. He said nothing, just curled his arms around me and pulled me close. I kissed him again, then lay back and closed my eyes for a few minutes. When I opened them again, he lay asleep, his face like an angels. His breath rose and fell softly, and unable to help myself, I planted light kisses on his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids. He stirred briefly, and I drew back, not wanting to wake him. I watched him sleep for awhile, then curling my arm around him, I too, slept.

When I woke next morning, he was gone. But not far, I discovered. He was in the kitchen, making breakfast. Coffee was already made. "Oh, good morning!" he chirped.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I strode groggily into the kitchen and sat down at the table, which had already been set for two. He placed a mug of coffee in front of me.

"Making breakfast." he said simply. "I have to go soon, wanted to make sure you ate before I left." He moved about the kitchen busily. I watched him for a minute.

"So, how do you feel?" I asked. He smiled and turned to me.

"Pretty good. Pretty fucking good." He plated the eggs and bacon and placed it in front of me, then his own, and he sat with me at the table. He took a couple of bites, then asked me, "Will you be home later? Is it all right if I come by?" I looked at him. Of course it was ok, more than ok, it might even give me a reason to come home tonight.

"I'd like that. A lot." I said. Then I asked him the question that was on my mind.

"Are you going over there?" Over there was 900 dollars waiting, and here was a boy who had bills to pay. His answer was awhile in coming.

"I don't think so." he said finally. "I mean, McDonald's is hiring, aren't they?" 



A Change of Heart for Leander



Casey looked into the living room, it was full of young men. He smiled and went inside and sat next to Trevor slinging an arm around him. He liked Trevor, he was well mannered and friendly. Nick was nice too but he had a feeling that Jason didn't quite like him as much as Nick liked him. But they all seemed happy enough at the moment and it was nice to have them all over again.

"Jason go make some drinks." Casey suggested. "I'll have a coffee."

"Uuugh fiiine." Jason stood from his seat next to Nick and wandered into the kitchen. Leander followed to help.

"Seems like I've not been here in ages." Leander mused.

"Yeah, it is kind of weird having you here." Jason got out some cups from the cupboard, his shirt rose slightly and Leander found his eyes drawn to the bare skin. "It is nice though, everything seems to have settled down." Leander nodded. Their relationship had been a bit rocky after the break up. When Leander was sure he wasn't taking him back he'd gone out a few times with some friends and brought a few one night stands home to fill the void. He had heard through rumors and Nile that Jason had screwed a couple of girls and a couple of guys too. Since Leander had started to date Trevor everything had gone easier, it was as if having a boyfriend made the situation a bit more stable. Jason seemed happy with his relationship with Nick, even if he seemed a bit disinterested at times. 

"Everything okay with Nick?" Leander asked as Jason poured the drinks. Jason looked at him sharply and managed to pour boiling water over his hand.

"Fuck!" Jason looked at his hand. Leander pulled him over to the tap and ran the cold water over it. There was a moment of silence. "Yeah everything's okay with Nick. Why wouldn't it be?" 

"Hey don't get defensive I was just asking." Leander said softly, standing behind him, his breath on his neck. 

"Sorry, its just..." Jason began but Casey interrupted him, he came fussing over to see how badly hurt his hand was. "Ah it's okay Case, it's just a little sore." Casey finished making the drinks and took them in. Leander sat back next to Trevor and Jason sat with Nick, feeling a little unsettled.

"What are your plans for the weekend?" Casey asked.

"We shall go and party and the girls are doing each other's nails." Nile teased Nick and Trevor.

--

The dance music of the gay bar was thumping away, it was warm inside with the mass of moving bodies so the fact that the night outside was a little cooler was a relief to those who had stepped out to smoke. Nile and Jason had gone out to smoke while Leander went to the gents, standing outside was Noah and a few of his friends. Noah had a half smile on his face when Nile glanced over to him. 

"Having a good night?" Noah asked, looking Nile up and down.

"Yeah it's been okay." Jason nodded and looked over as Leander joined him. 

"Such a shame you're straight." Noah winked at Nile who rolled his eyes with a smile.

"He's not that straight." Jason said lighting his cigarette. "I've sucked his cock."

"Oh you put things so beautifully." Leander tutted. Noah's eyes lit up.

"Ah don't tell him that!" Nile groaned. "He wont leave me alone as it is!"

"That's because you're sexy." Jason grinned and raised his eyebrows. He heard Leander sigh and saw him heading back in to the club. 

"You can't say things like that around your boyfriend!" Noah laughed. 

"Nah he's an ex. Our boyfriends don't really like the club scene." Jason told him. He stubbed out his cigarette and headed back in himself. Noah stood next to Nile. 

"You know, we've seen them about for ages. Everyone thinks they're together. They certainly don't act like they're not." Noah mentioned as Nile also finished smoking.

"Why do you think I end up here?" He shrugged. "I stop them from going home together when they're wasted." He smiled sadly and went back inside to sit with the others. It didn't take long for Noah to wander over. He sat with Nile and lazily drunk from his bottle. They talked for a bit about music and their friends, especially about Jason and Leander's boyfriends. The two were now dancing together, a bit too close for comfort but nothing that Nile could really tell them off about. 

"Has he really blown you?" Noah asked with a mischievous smile. 

"Oh god." Nile laughed. "I am going to kill him for saying that."

"Well?" Noah asked again, his eyes dancing under the changing lights of the night club, his lips slightly open. He was very attractive, but Nile wasn't in to that.

"Yes." Nile nodded, defeated. "He has. A couple of times, years ago." 

"Is he good?" Noah glanced at him dancing. "By the way he moves I bet he's a great fuck."

"He was amazing." Nile said softly. 

"Better than you're girlfriend?" Noah raised an eyebrow.

"Ha, oh my." Nile laughed. "Mmm I can't answer that one!" Noah laughed too and they carried on chatting. More and more drink flowed and Nile soon noticed that Leander and Jason were almost pressed together. "Ugh, I should get them home." Nile stood and stretched.

"Hey, I know you're not gay and all...but you're a nice guy. Can I get your number? We could hang out maybe?" Noah asked. Nile looked at him for a moment, he had a terrible thought that giving this handsome, muscular man his number might not be a brilliant idea. But something made him nod and put it in Noah's phone. "When you're single make sure I'm the first to know." Noah stood up with a smile and very quickly kissed him, his lips just ghosting over Nile's and then he was gone. Nile turned and rolled his eyes, Noah just laughed, winked and walked back down the stairs and over to his friends. Nile went over to Leander and Jason and told them it was time to go. Jason protested but Leander agreed and they headed out.

"Well Nile pulled tonight." Leander grinned.

"Oh sod off." Nile laughed. "This is why I don't like gay clubs. I get hit on. What would Jasmine say?"

"Isn't she getting a bit too friendly with that new posh student?" Leander asked.

"Yeah, wouldn't be surprised if she chucks me soon." Nile shrugged. "She talks about him all the time."

"At least you know that you've got a back up!" Jason declared waving his arms.

"He's a nice guy." Leander said, steadying a weaving Jason. "I've seen him about a few times, we've been out for drinks together. Nothing serious." They got to Nile's house and said goodnight, Leander walked back to his house and sent Trevor a message to let him know he was back safely. He enjoyed the nights out he'd spend with Jason, it was nice having him to himself again. It did nothing for his mental state though. He was in love with Jason, he had been from the moment he saw him. Nothing would change that. He could screw a million guys but no one would ever compare to Jason. He loved Trevor, but in an entirely different way. He had tried to ignore these feelings and keep them buried down but it was just so hard when he saw him almost every day and occasionally had him grinding against him at a club, the only other person that knew was Nile and he was thankful that when they'd had a few too many drinks that he'd intervene and make sure nothing happened.

-

Monday afternoon rolled around and the friends were gathering in the drama hall as usual. The new play that was being put on was Sweeney Todd so Jason, Nile and Leander had been roped into helping with the sets. Jason was painting a house wall grey but had stopped to talk to Nick when Jason and Trevor came in. They all greeted each other. Nile was lying spread across the floor trying to cut out rectangles of card that could pass as house bricks. Leander sat on the sofa while Trevor went to talk to Nathan and Robbie, another student. He watched as Jason smiled at whatever Nick had just said and leant in to give him a kiss, sucking on his bottom lip ever so slightly, and he felt a scowl creep onto his face. 

"Hey." Nile interrupted his train of thought. 

"Huh? Hey." Leander looked at him and saw Nile shake his head slightly, he then looked down ashamed. Things were starting to get out of hand, maybe it was just because of the sexy dancing at the club that he was starting to have these feelings again. He got onto the floor and started to help Nile with the bricks, Trevor soon came over to help with Nick and they managed to get a lot done. Jason carried on with his house painting, he quite enjoyed it, Claudia was doing the other house so they made small talk as they worked. "You should come out with us." Nile said looking at Trevor. 

"I don't really like going out." Trevor pulled a face. 

"Well we'd all be there, you'd be looked after. You too Nathan, you can help me fend off gay admirers." Nile smiled over at Nathan who was on his iPad, his broken leg propped up at an angle.

"Yeah 'coz I'd be awesome at dancing wouldn't I?" Nathan grinned. 

"You just want to surround yourself with people so Noah can't get to you." Lion looked up from the brick he was making. "He wants yooou."

"Well he can want, can't he?" Nile laughed. "But seriously, it'd be fun. What do you say Nick? Come bust some grooves with us!"

"Er, I suppose one time wouldn't hurt. Shall we Trev?" Nick shrugged. Trevor frowned and sighed but eventually gave in. "So what's this Noah like?" Nick smirked. Jason came and sat behind him, eager to watch Nile's discomfort. NIle groaned and shook his head.

"He's a good guy. I met him a while back when Mother was getting the car fixed, he's a mechanic over at Jimmy's Garage. He works out, nice build, short mohawk and he likes computer games. He also likes to turn straight guys. It's one of his favourite games to play at the weekend." Lion raised his eyebrows at Nile. "He might not harass you again if you didn't give in to him last time."

"Hopefully. Jasmine would kick my ass." Nile smiled, he hadn't told anyone that Noah had been sending him flirty messages, that would just fuel their fire. He was always up for making new friends but he felt a bit uncomfortable with the new attention he was getting.

--

A rather drunk Jason had his arms around Nick, moving against him, slightly grinding his crotch into his. Jason glanced over at Leander who was standing with Trevor, , he never took his eyes of the black haired boy. Every move, every hip swing he drunk in while Trevor danced around him. Jason smiled at him and he smiled back, turning to his boyfriend. It was stupid but he didn't like seeing the two so close. He was used to seeing a distant Jason who was just tolerant to Nick in their classes. He knew they were going out, he knew that they were having sex but when it was right in his face it was hard to take. Nile was sitting with Noah and some of his friends. Noah was flirting with Nile, dropping not-so-subtle hints about how hot he found Nile.

"Will you behave?" Nile snapped good naturedly at Noah. "Leander said you'd leave me alone after you couldn't have me last week."

"Normally I would, but you're smoking hot. I like a challenge." Noah winked and squeezed his thigh. Nile slapped his hand off him with a grin. "Mmm come and dance Beautiful." 

"No, I am happy here." Nile shook his head. Noah rolled his eyes and tugged him up, he stumbled a bit and fell into him. 

"You had a bit too much to drink?" Noah laughed.

"Not enough to fuck you if that's what you're thinking." Nile let himself be led to the dance floor and was soon moving away with Noah. "My girlfriend will..." He began.

"Your girlfriend doesn't need to know." Noah pressed a finger to his lips and they continued to dance. Nick and Leander joined them shortly, leaving Jason with Trevor and Noah's friends. 

"You're a lucky guy having Leander." One said to Trevor. "He is fit as fuck. Is he good in bed?" Trevor's jaw fell open and he gabbled noises. 

"He's amazing." Jason answered. Trevor's brow furrowed as he looked over to him.

"You fucked him?" The guy asked.

"Yeah we dated for a bit. He was amazing in bed, totally wild." Jason told him, watching as the blonde moved on the dance floor, he bit his lip as he remembered some of their greatest times together. He had no idea why this was surfacing now, but something in Leander had changed, the way he was, the way he looked, it was like a siren to him. "But don't get any ideas! He's Trevor's now." Jason kissed the side of Trevor's head and Trevor grinned as he watched him also go to dance. 

"Hmm, I don't know you guys too well but damn, I wouldn't trust Jason for a second. There's lust in those eyes baby." The guy looked at Trevor.

"Nah, they're long over. I have no reason to worry." Trevor forced a smile and twisted his hair.

--



A Change of Heart



"They couldn't understand that, slut. Raise your head, look her in the eye, and speak loud enough for everyone in the store to hear." Raising my head to look at the girl, who had a face of cute innocence on, I spoke.

"It's cum on my face. It got there when I sucked a guy's dick and he came in my mouth and on my face." Emily told me that was better, but to explain what happened to the rest of the cum. "I swallowed the rest of it." I said out loud. Unable to contain herself, the girl burst out laughing, calling me a sissy slut, faggot, cocksucking whore. Emily then led me through the store, where we passed by the counter. Tammy stopped Emily and handed her two VHS tapes.

"This one's the security footage from when your slut came in, and this one's from a hidden camera in the back room. The security one has no audio, but the other one is high quality, and has sound. It's been setup for the lighting conditions out there so it looks great. These are the only copies there are, you should make your own backup in case he tries to destroy your copy. You could make him do anything with the threat of these hanging over him. Enjoy." She gave me a wink as we walked out. 

I was mortified. All the things that had happened, me getting fucked, me sucking that guy off, all of them were on tape. And now Emily had that tape, she could do anything with it! Tammy was right when she said Emily could make me do anything with that threat. One of the things I had often read in stories was guys getting blackmailed like this, forced into non-consent sex because of a videotape or whatever that their mistress held. It was no longer a turn on, the fear was no longer a turn on. Emily could do whatever she liked, and I was completely powerless to stop her. I was not prepared for this.

Back in the car, Emily drove us to a cheap motel, sent me to get a room. Entering the lobby, there was a 40ish year old woman behind the desk, who looked disgusted with my appearance, but kept making me repeat my name and commenting on how I was dressed as a girl, but my credit card had a mans name. She ended up calling another woman in, who smirked at me and we went through the whole thing again. Conscious of how long I was taking and how much these women were making fun of me, I eagerly snatched the key when they finally gave me a room and ran out. Emily and I then went into the room, where she tied me into a chair. She then put the blindfold on me, and kissed me on the forehead.

"I've got some stuff to attend to, slut, so I'll be gone for a while. Don't go anywhere now!" She laughed as she turned the vibrator on to its highest setting and walked out, leaving me squirming there in pain and frustration. Time passed.

I remained there for what must have been an hour, maybe two; alone with the pulsing of the tool inside me and my humiliating recollections of the night so far. This was not how it was supposed to be.

Finally I heard voices, footsteps outside the door, then the door being opened, and several people entering the room. Emily had brought company. The night was not yet over. I called out.

"Emily, is that you?" I felt a presence walk over to me, stand in front of me. For several long, agonizing seconds I waited for a response of some kind, getting increasingly worried that it was not Emily at all. I whispered again.  

"Emily?" As I did I felt a cock thrust into my mouth, it had obviously been waiting for my mouth to open again. I recoiled in horror at the thought that Emily was going to do that to me again, and possibly more this time. I tried to scream with the cock in me before realizing it was not a cock at all, just the gag from earlier. A wave of relief swept over me, but only for a second.

"I don't recall telling you to call out to me, or to speak without being spoken to, slut." Emily hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "And I certainly don't recall telling you that I was no longer your Mistress, that you could address me so unceremoniously! This is exactly the sort of thing I thought I made clear to you at the beginning of the night. I am most disappointed, now you will suck on that cock until I have a further use for your mouth... slut."

I felt her secure the straps around my head, the jelly dong filling my mouth and throat. 

I heard people moving around the room, moving pieces of furniture, Emily giving simple directions, but getting no responses. Then I felt hands grabbing at me, untying my bonds. As each limb was released I felt a firm grip making sure I was still restrained. Without being told what to do, I was forced from the chair, onto the floor. On my knees, with my legs apart, my hands and feet were cuffed behind a support pole that was in the center of the room. Then Emily gave more directions for moving pieces of furniture around.

I felt Emily's small hands fiddling with and then removing my cock cage. After it was off she was very careful not to touch my dick. Suddenly my blindfold was removed, and before me I saw Emily, dressed like a schoolgirl, in a short tartan skirt, a sheer shirt that barely contained her breasts, long white socks and her hair in pigtails, like mine. She had a big grin on her face, sitting behind her were 3 guys, quite young, they must've been in high school, not yet 18. They looked excited, they were naked and it showed. Emily looked over her shoulder at them, back at me and giggled.

"Don't worry slut - these ones aren't for you. These are for me; since you don't deserve me tonight, I'm going to get my satisfaction elsewhere." She winked, then turned around, and bent over, showing to me the cute white panties she was wearing under her skirt, and no doubt giving the guy she was leaning towards a good look down her top. She asked who wanted to be first, and they all said they did. Picking one, she said he'd called first, he could do the honours.

After he stood up, Emily wrapped her arms around him, starting kissing him energetically. I could see his hands running over her sexy body, groping her ass, sliding up her shirt, all while she writhed sensuously. Then she pushed him away, turned to face me, and got down on her knees. He got on his knees behind her, started groping at her tits and kissing her neck. The other kids egged him on as his hand reached under her skirt and fingered her crotch through her panties. None of them looked at me at all, they had not so much as glanced at me since the beginning. Emily, on the other hand, was watching me the whole time.

She began moaning, writhing her hips against his hands, then she fell forward, onto her hands and knees. She smiled at me as her panties were ever so slowly pulled down her legs to her knees. As he started to enter her from behind, she closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure.

"Do you like that, little bitch?" The kid said to her, trying to sound macho. She moaned and gasped back.

"Oh yes! That's what I need. Give it to me. I'm your bitch." Each word sounded like an ordeal, as she breathed so heavily and moaned between sentences. I couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed sex with me that much, or been so breathless or moaned so much. She also rarely talked this dirty. He liked what he heard, started fucking her harder and harder, and she was breathing in time with his every stroke, pushing back onto it, gasping and crying in time with it.

It must have only been a couple of minutes, but the kid's movements started to get erratic, his speed increased, then he jerked violently in the signature movements of a guy in orgasm. Once he was done, Emily thanked him (breathlessly), he quickly put on his clothes and left. While he was getting dressed, Emily had crawled over to one of the others. She told him to lie on his back on the floor in front of me, with his feet closer to me. He did, then lay there looking up at Emily as she crawled onto him, facing me. She got on her knees above him, then lowered herself onto his erect cock, sticking up proudly from his prone form.

Again as she lowered herself onto his cock, she had her eyes closed and she sighed with pleasure. After a few seconds she opened her eyes, looking at me, then put on a show for me, riding the cock while squeezing her tits and smiling at me. She was now fucking a second time, right in front of me, and despite my earlier humiliations and pains I found my hardon was as strong as ever, sticking out of the top of my G-String and poking up from under my skirt. She noticed it and leant forward a little as she rode him, and blew cool air onto it, laughing at my reaction.

This kid was silent, he didn't say anything as Emily rode him, and neither did she; just moans and breathing, moans and breathing. I could smell sweat, see it beading on Emily's firm breasts as she bucked and jerked, an orgasm racking her body, her convulsions causing the kid to cry out as she sent him over the edge. Again it had only taken a couple of minutes, and she climbed off him, thanked him, he got dressed and left.

The last kid looked eager, licking his lips in anticipation. Emily looked even more sexy than before, her school uniform was in disarray, her panties were around one ankle, her tits hanging out, her shirt unbuttoned, she had no bra on. She crawled over to him, took his cock in her hand.

"Mmmm this one is bigger than the others. But my cunt's raw, and I don't know if I could get fucked by another cock and keep my sanity." He looked crestfallen, but as Emily's head drooped from exhaustion, he asked her if she could give him a blowjob instead. She gave his dick a quick slap, causing him to start in pain.

"I told you all before that was not an option. I should tell you to go without anything for suggesting it." She said angrily.

"Oh god no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... it was stupid... please don't make me go. I still want to please you..." He stammered back. She said it was OK, it's just a subject she's a little touchy about. I knew exactly what she meant, having already experienced a night of degradation and humiliation because of how much I made her suck me off in the past. After a few seconds, the kid got a sly look on his face.

"Say... err... you've got another... hole..." he suggested. Emily instantly jerked upright, grabbed his head, pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. Her other hand fondled his cock, then she ended the kiss.

"I thought you'd never fucking ask!" she said, then spat on his cock, rubbing her saliva over it, then crawled over to face me again, on all fours. Needing no more encouragement, the kid came up behind her, positioned himself against her. He asked her how she wanted it. She grinned at me and looked me in the eye as she responded.

"Don't go slow. Don't be gentle. Fuck my ass as hard as you can." She responded, after a moments pause he entered her, started fucking her ass. I could see from her face, wrinkled in a frown, that it hurt a lot. She was whimpering and trying to hold back tears, yet I could see she was pushing back onto the oncoming cock, hard. He reached a hand around, and started fingering her pussy as he fucked her. This was too much for her, her moans became one long moan, she was shaking, her hands clenched into fists gripping the sheet she was kneeling on. She started howling obscenities with each ragged breath,

"Fuck... yeah... fuck... my... ass... hard... errr.... Yeah.... That's... good..."

This only spurred him on, he stopped fingering her, grabbed her firmly by the hips and fucked her hard and fast, pistoning in and out of her furiously. When he came the spasm caused one last yelp from Emily, then she collapsed forward, moaning constantly even after he had pulled out.

Once he was dressed and about to leave, Emily rolled over and thanked him.

"That was unbelievable. Thank you so much. I feel like such a whore." She breathed. He smiled at her and left.

Emily lay in front of me, mostly naked, breathing heavily for a few minutes, after which she looked up at me. Tortuously slowly, exhausted, she reached over and undid my cuffs. Once I was free, rubbing life back into my joints, she sat up.

"Antony strip off your slut clothes and have a shower with me." I did, helping her exhausted form into the bathroom and cleaning her. She also helped clean me up, but told me not to wash my dick with soap, as if I lathered up I might get too 'excited'. Once out of the shower she made me brush me teeth twice and use mouthwash for a minute. Then she seemed satisfied. Naked and wet, she embraced me and gave me a long, deep kiss that never seemed to end. Then she pulled away and started drying off.

"You're still not getting off tonight Antony, don't think I've changed my mind." She said to me as we walked back to the bed, stroking my dick lightly. "You've got to promise me that you won't jack off during the night, nor try to get into my bed." I suddenly noticed that the room had a mattress on the floor next to the bed, with sheets, blankets and pillows. She smiled sadly at me as I realized; Emily wasn't even letting me sleep with her tonight. "I'm sure you'll manage. If you like, I can promise you'll have something to look forward to tomorrow..." She left it hanging as she got into the bed. Lying down looking into the darkness as she switched off the light, I finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"Well, what can I look forward to?" I whispered. It was a few agonizing seconds before she answered.

"Mmmmm.... Well tomorrow I'm getting up at 8, and making you breakfast in bed: Eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, hot coffee, the works." I breathed in relief, a little disappointed that she hadn't said I could finally fuck her though. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my mind, trying to get to sleep. A minute or so later she spoke again.

"And once you've finished your breakfast, I am going to suck your dick like my life depends upon it being the best blowjob you have ever had. I am going to have you cum on my face, in my mouth and down my throat. I will lick and suck up and swallow every drop, completely milk you dry. And then I'm going to suck you some more, and more, until you are literally begging me to stop. And then after a few more minutes of you begging, I will stop." She whispered calmly and evenly, as my breath caught in my throat, my pulse raced, imagining what she described. I moaned in anticipation, and she giggled.

"Don't go getting too excited there, you'll have to wait for morning. And don't go worrying about the tapes I've got, I'm not about to start controlling your life completely. I will use them anytime I feel you need to learn another lesson, or anytime I feel like having a hot night like tonight. If you're good I'll consult you beforehand, though I think its better when it's a surprise." I wasn't so sure about that, given some of the 'suprises' Emily had had for me so far. I didn't say anything though, and she leant over and kissed me goodnight. "Sweet dreams, darling."

I drifted off to sleep wondering what we were going to do tomorrow, as I had no clothes apart from my slut clothes. The thought that Emily had something else planned had me awake for hours in dread. 

I had a nightmare of getting gangbanged by a room of guys, forced to orally service a line of men, one by one, gagging and hating every second of it. My only consolation was when I woke up in the morning I found they had not been wet dreams, and the fact that Emily had prepared breakfast as she promised. 

And regarding what she had promised for after breakfast, again she was true to her word.

But that's another story.