1 comments/ 95820 views/ 3 favorites One Way or Another By: footshrimper The disco lights flashed as I crossed the dance floor carefully to the bar. I sat down and ordered another drink. Next to me sat a slender, adorable creature, who I naturally assumed could be my next piece of ass if I played my cards right. I gave her a few glances, trying not to be overly obvious as I sipped my drink. Her beautiful brown hair fell just over her right eye, and every so often she'd move it out of her face with an intentionally slow, sensuous movement of her hand. Her body was gorgeous and her clothes were obviously tailored, looking both snug and comfortable. I was soon fantasizing about her hands cupping and squeezing my balls as I felt my cock twitch in my pants. At this point I decided to go for it. "Excuse me," I said, "I hope I'm not out of line, but I can't help but noticing how beautiful you look and well..." I started to say when those long thin eyebrows arched up at me. The strobe light flicked across our faces and I saw features I hadn't noticed before. "Well thank you," she replied with a laugh, "Go figure, looking you I'd have never thought you the type to be into someone like me...?" I did a double take and looked at her, or him, but for some reason the announcement didn't seem to dampen my appetite. A long silence came between us, but my cock hadn't changed his position. If anything my cock was excited by the obvious curiosity I suddenly felt. This sexy and very convincing tranny had turned me on to the extent that I was more than willing to switch sides for a while. Perhaps a new flavour is what my current boring sex life needed to shift into gear again. At the moment I was willing to try just about anything to put out the fire in my swollen and aching balls. "Well...ordinarily? I'm not, you're right." I said, "But I can't explain it, there's just something about the way you look, when I first saw you, you looked beautiful...and you still do I mean...." I started stuttering. She smiled at my obvious attraction, "And well I kinda thought that ..." "You thought what?" she asked "Well, I'm a pretty quick learner." I said placing a hand over hers. "I'm Gerri." she said taking my hand. We finished our drinks quickly and held hands all the way back to my place. Once we got to my place he, I mean she, smiled as though she'd been there before, in some wild, wet dream. "I'm Gerri by the way." she said, unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands were soft and silky as the ran across my chest through my hair and playing with my nipples, slowly, teasing me. She was in no hurry to go anywhere too fast. I pushed my chest forward into her warm hands, feeling my nipples grow nard and stiffen against her palms. "My name's Ron...," I said, "and I've never done this before. I guess I'm what you'd call a virgin when it comes to this." She kissed me full on the lips and I got my first taste of man. Her mouth tasted like the vodka martini she'd been drinking. I licked her lips and then worked my tongue between her teeth and wrapped it around hers. I licked and lapped every square journey her mouth. Gerri smile as she kissed me back, her eyes darkening with pleasure at the talented touch of my tongue. Slowly we removed each other clothes, leaving a trail on the floor as we made our way down the hall to my bedroom. Her tits were small, but firm and very responsive, and quite real. I played with his stony nipples and then sucked on them hard. Gerri moaned out loud and pulled my face up to hers, taking small bites and nibbles on my face and chin. Her hands wandered down my body, along my ribs until she reached my crotch. My thighs instinctively parted to invite her touch. Once she reached my cock she worked her fingers through my moist pubes, rubbing my stiff prick and made her way to my swollen balls. I let out a loud sigh as she began stroking my cock and squeezing my balls firmly. Reaching down I did the same to her. Although I knew that she was really a he, and the feeling of a cock and balls felt unfamiliar, I was pleasantly surprised at the size of her package. In seconds we were thrashing, stroking and moaning against each other. We had worked each other into such a frenzy, our desires ran so deep and intense that I could've easily blown my load right then and there! But I backed off wanting this experience to last, to prolong this horny moment! Being a quick learner and knowing what I like, I set off on my own journey. I released my hold on his balls and stretching out my fingers I reached back and poked at her asshole. She moaned, "Oh baby that's it ..... Mmmmm that feels good!" I felt her relax and I poked and prodded my finger until it finally slipped inside her hot tight back door. I pushed it in and out until I had it all the way inside as far as I could reach. I heard her gasping and catching her breath as I curled my finger inside her and wriggled it around. I felt a burning inside my own asshole, remembering how I loved to have my ass fingered and fucked when I jerked off or came. My fingers reached deep inside her and we got on the bed. Her long thin fingers slid inside my horny ass. First one then two, and finally three fingers inside my hot ass made my cock begin to drool. We fingerfucked each other's tight holes to the same rhythm for what seemed like an eternity. We totally lost track of time as we lay there fingering each other and sucking the sweet dribble out of each other's drooling knobs. Our bodies entwined and we rolled off against each other. We changed positions constantly, defying all boundaries and gravity as we ravished each other. Our mouths gulping as we sucked each others nipples and our hands and fingers continued their exploration until we had pushed each other to the edge. The explosion sent wave after wave of sizzling pleasure through ever nerve ending and limb in my body. I went rigid and then twitched sharply against her as my cock exploded, covering her with hot, creamy cum. Within seconds Jerri started to shake and her hard cock swelled. Her throbbing cockhead opened and I felt her creamy load squirt all over my hands, blending, mixing, oozing together with my own juices. We lay there in each others arms for a few minutes, "Still glad you came to talk to me?" Jerri asked in a hoarse whisper. "Are you kidding!?" I responded, "You were wonderful, and I would have cum one way or another tonight. You have shown me that there is yet another way to cum, and now, I don't think I'd have it any other way!" "Good!" she replied, "Because now it's my turn to have some fun!" And with that she turned me over onto my stomach, on the bed. Taking a firm lead, she proceeded to lick my balls and then eat my asshole from behind. I felt a larger warmth than from her fingers. I have a feeling I know what's next! And boy am I ready! I need to feel her stiff cock inside my ass! One Way or Another "I'm gonna make a move mate." "You're going home?" Daryl asked, incredulously. "Nah, I'm gonna check out Diva. C'mon, it's dead in here." Daryl turned to the bar, his eyes feasting on the new girl. "I got things I wanna check out in here first," he replied, raising his eyebrows and nodding at the petite blonde. Pete shook his head, spoke sternly. "Be careful, yeah? Lucy don't deserve that." He grabbed his friend's shoulder forcefully, Daryl's smug grin vanishing. "Are you even listening? Lucy is a good girl." Pete spoke slowly. "Don't be a twat." Daryl's attention was held for barely a moment, before the vacant grin returned. He knew he had a good girl at home, and knew he could find a bad one without her ever knowing. He patted Pete's arm lightly. "Get a bit jealous if I'm having too much fun, don't you?" he grinned. Daryl watched his friend leave, turned and leaned across the bar, fifty pound note in hand. He held it between his fingers lightly, letting all those around get a good look. It said more about himself than he ever could, and expressed all he wanted people to know. Daryl Ronson had money and Daryl Ronson was important. He smiled at the bargirl as she caught his eye, mistaking for awe her wide-eyed look of disgust. She avoided his stare, poured his drink in silence. His gaze drifted to her chest as she turned, dropping further to the tight little ass in the tight little pants as she walked away. In an instant he'd dealt with the rejection, and picked out her flaws. "Bitch." he muttered, turning. His attention was now in line with almost every other guy in the bar. Two women had just arrived, making straight for the dancefloor. They didn't seem to be English, too tanned and exotic looking, and it made them stand out, even in a nightclub full of beauties. Daryl took a swig from his drink as they began to dance. He drank slowly in fascination. They danced close, their bodies matching the music with ease. The shorter of the two raised her hands above her head, moved her hips gracefully. Her skin was naturally tanned, her shocking blonde hair likely dyed. Her companion spun around, the edges of her tiny combat patterned skirt catching the air and rising a little. Daryl admired her face, long narrow cheekbones, and tanned also, but with long flowing dusky black hair. Her head fell back as she danced, her long angular neck exposed, her hair reaching yet further down her back. He stared in wonder, transfixed, everything else a hazy background to her angelic features. The moment ended as her blonde partner re-appeared in his vision. She leaned over the dark-haired girl, whispered in her ear. The dark-haired girl glanced over. She caught Daryl's stare. She smiled. The girls re-focused on one another, Daryl blinked, unsure if he'd read the smile correctly. Their dancing changed pace to suit the new much faster song. Men crowded around them but they turned their backs, eyes locked onto one another. The blonde turned, backed into her friend, moved her body up and down against the raven's chest. As the blonde raised her arms, the raven nestled her head onto her partner's shoulder. Their cheeks touched as their eyes closed. When they opened both sets were on Daryl. His cock seemed to rise in time with his lips, as the blonde leaned forward, the raven tapping her ass lightly, in time with the music. The blonde stared coyly, the raven, with mouth slightly ajar, knowingly. Daryl fought hard to keep his focus on the dark-haired girl's eyes. He could see her hand moving against the blonde's denim skirt in the corner of his eye. He watched her eyes widen with every little spank, already imagining his cock give her the same, but much bigger, reaction. She turned and shook her ass, barely covered by the flimsy skirt. Daryl turned his attention to the blonde, facing him now. She brushed her hair back over her ear, pouted at him. He grinned and she grinned back. He glanced down, following her eyes, to her hands resting on her thighs. She ran her fingers upwards over her thighs, moving inwards, under her skirt a little, teasingly stopping before reaching her pussy. Daryl's cock throbbed desperately as she tilted her head, smiling at him. He took a deep breathe and strode arrogantly forward, but within a few strides his path was barred by a bouncer. "No drinks on the dancefloor mate." Daryl stared angrily from bouncer to beer, placed his drink on a table, and continued to the floor. The girls had darted, and he ploughed hopelessly through throngs of people, urgently in search of them. It was only when he reached the centre that he saw the raven again, stood off in a corner, leaning against a wall. Bravely he stepped towards her. "You're looking a bit lonely babe, want some company?" he began, cheerfully. She looked up at him as he spoke, big chocolate eyes under long lashes. She spoke in heavily accented and broken English. "You watched us. Did you enjoy?" He leaned close and spoke deeply, aiming to show his prey how much of a man he truly was. "very much," he answered, curtly. "Where's your friend?" "Is it me you like, or her?" The raven responded, frowning. "You babe, definately, you." He rubbed the smooth skin of her arm, and stepped closer still. She was trapped in the corner now, and pushed her hips out a little to show her approval. "That's good," she drooled, "but Catalina thinks you are handsome too." Daryl discovered her name was Layla. Both were from Columbia on a six month course studying English. "Who's your teacher?" Daryl enquired nervously. "An English woman, but her Spanish is very good. Why do you want know?" Layla asked suspiciously. Daryl shrugged his shoulders, glancing back around the club, "Just interested, you know." She glared at him for a moment. "Do you have girlfriend?" Daryl laughed, regaining his confidence, comfortable with a lie he'd told many times before. "No, no girlfriend." He leaned close to her face, hand on her waist, smiling inanely, "I only have eyes for you." Their lips brushed, but she moved aside, smiling quickly. "Lets find Catalina." They saw her at a secluded table in the corner. She sat perplexed, a wan smile on her face directed at the man leaning across her table. Layla quickened her pace. "She doesn't speak English, so go," Layla yelled. "Go, now, she's not interested." Daryl caught the defeated man's eye, his self-satisfied smile painted to his face. Layla relaxed and guided him onto the seat between herself and Catalina. He smiled at her, she smiled back shyly. She sat with her hands between her thighs, her forearms squeezing her breasts together intensifying her delicious cleavage. Daryl began to think of all the dirty things he was going to do with those girls that very night. He turned back to see Layla's face close to his own. "I'm very protective of Catalina. Her English is not so well. She stays with me always. Are you ok?" Daryl understood as much as he needed from her garbled speech. He felt her hand rest on his thigh as Catalina began to whisper Spanish in his ear. "She says," whispered Layla "you are handsome. You make her feel...I don't know word." "She thinks I'm hot," said Daryl, turning to Catalina and marvelling at their shared opinion. Daryl sat in bliss, his arms stetched out around each girl. He made a point of catching every man's eye that walked past, registering every look. Amazement, anger, grudging respect. Of all however, envy was the best. To see all those faces coveting what he had made him feel alive. He pulled the girls closer, only wishing Pete was still around to see this. Layla sat forward a little, smiling. "We want you to go home with us please." They walked through the busy crowds, Layla and Catalina holding hands. Daryl was close behind, admiring the tight little asses in the little skirts. He picturing the two girls naked together, sprawled over his bed, hot little cunts waiting for his cock. He thought of Lucy, not at home waiting for him, but thought of her at other times. When she refused to consider his plans for a threesome, became irate with him and stormed off. He thought about how insensitive she'd been to his needs, ans smiled. Her loss now. The taxi ride to their place was short but very sweet for Daryl. Catalina sat on his knee giggling, chatting with Layla in Spanish. He kissed Catalina's neck, fondling her breasts through her top, all the while glaring seductively at Layla. She glared back with fascination, an ever present smirk playing at the edges of her lips. Daryl's eyes were drawn to those lips now, he thought about his cock passing between them, even as the softness of Catalina's breasts oozed in his palms. Again he was following them, as if under a spell, as they alighted from the taxi. They passed through the gate, up the stairs and into their den. He watched them move silkily ahead of him into the bedroom, a wide rectangular room with a double bed as it's centre point. Daryl grabbed both girls by their asses, dragging them into him. They kissed his cheeks fervently before pulling away, panting and smiling. "First," said Layla authoritatively, "you must watch." Daryl began to protest, but Catalina swiftly edged him toward a heavy chair. He sat back down as she kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth. She tugged open his shirt as Layla dragged down his pants. His cock now free he kissed Catalina with renewed vigor, listening to her whispered moans, Spanish words meaningless to his ears but erotic all the same. He felt a pressure on his arms as Catalina sat down on him and realised Layla was behind. He tried to turn, but Catalina held his head fast, her spanish faster, still meaningless yet suddenly menacing. Dimly aware of Layla beneath him he made an attempt to get up, but his arms felt powerless. In a moment his legs refused to move either. The two girls stood above him, smiling. He wriggled but it only left marks on his wrists and ankles from the handcuffs, four sets binding him to the chair. They stood defiantly, looking down at him. Catalina spoke in Spanish whilst Layla glared, occasionally nodding her head. She leaned forward, angrily shouting at Daryl, before both girls left the room. Daryl sat dazed and fearful. He wondered if they were deranged, and tried not to think what they'd gone to get. What they'd gone to get was worse than his feeble mind could have predicted. A slim blonde entered the room and stood in front of him. "Lucy?" "Hello you arrogant, useless, worthless little shit." "No listen, wait," he paused, stunned. "Hang on, what are you doing here?" Lucy sat on the bed opposite, arms folded, anger coursing through her. "Oh c'mon Daryl. You must have known they're my fucking students. Why else would they go for you?" Daryl sat confused. He was listening with one ear, trying to think of an excuse that would be halfway believable. "I think they kidnapped me." He swallowed hard after he spoke. "Listen to me you lying little shit. I put them up to this. I thought you were cheating on me so I put you to the test." Lucy stood up, leaned over her helpless boyfriend. "No, no, I don't have a girlfriend," she said in a mocking tone, "I've only got eyes for you." Daryl felt a slap across his face. "Well, you're dead right Daryl, you don't have a girlfriend. It's over. So when Layla and Catalina come back here in about, oh," she glanced at her watch, "thirty minutes time with another guy, it won't be cheating when I fuck him." Daryl was finding it difficult to keep up with the pace of recent events, but the last few words stung him. "You what?" he said. Lucy was smiling now. "That's right. They've gone back out to find someone else. We've been talking about getting together for a while, but I wanted to be sure I could trust you. You're so pathetic Daryl I'm actually glad you made this so easy for me." Lucy moved behind Daryl, began to drag his chair backwards towards the closet. "Now, what do you think I should wear?" Daryl began by pleading, soft honeyed tones he knew always had the right effect on Lucy. When it failed he became annoyed, shortly angry, before long enraged and hysterical as he watched his girlfriend get dressed for another man. Lucy pulled lingerie he recognised well from a bag, thongs and panties, bras and negliges, many of which he'd bought. They landed on his lap. She stood close in front of him, taking off her top and bra, sliding out of her jeans and panties. Despite his situation his cock returned to hardness admiring her smooth naked skin, the familiar flat stomach and perky breasts. He watched her slide into a black lace thong, and matching bra. He watched her put on his favorite of her tight black dresses. He felt himself about to be sick as she attached stockings to a suspender belt. "You're a fucking slut, you know that. You're just gonna fuck some random bloke for no reason." Daryl screeched through watery eyes. "Oh, not just any bloke." Lucy replied nonchalantly. She dragged Daryl further back into the closet itself. She tied some of the lingerie tightly around his mouth, gagging him, and closed the door just enough to allow him to watch and be hidden at the same time. Half an hour went by before Daryl heard a commotion from the hallway. He heard giggling and footsteps and before long the bedroom door was opened. Lucy stepped from the bed to the doorway. "Hello there," she breathed, "surprised?" "What the fuck? Is this a joke?" Pete asked. Daryl stopped wriggling and peered out, curious. He couldn't see Pete, just Lucy standing, smiling. He waited for his friend to defend him, his body and mind tense. "I broke up with Daryl tonight you know. I made a wrong decision a long time ago. I picked the wrong guy." Lucy took a step forward, Daryl stretched to see. "I know you've wanted me for a long time." Daryl glimpsed Pete, standing close to Lucy, their bodies almost touching. "I hope you don't mind sharing me with those two out there." She looked up to Pete pleadingly. Daryl saw the little smile creep across Lucy's face. He watched Pete reach out, delicately stroke her breast through her dress. He paused, motionless for a moment. "I shouldn't. I mean, well, Daryl." Lucy leaned forward, her breast pushed against his fingertips, sliding into the palm of his hand. He murmured a groan as the heat of her body finally brushed against his. Daryl sat stunned as Pete's other hand reached around slowly, began to caress Lucy's lower back. They moaned together, rubbing their bodies against one another, identifying through touch, every crook and curve. Pete's hand moved down slowly, gliding over the curve of Lucy's ass. He stroked at first, his touch gradually becoming more pronounced. His fingers began to apply pressure, squeezing the firm smooth skin through the dress. With one hand he pulled her into him, his throbing cock rubbing against her stomach through his jeans. Still holding one another they backed towards the bed as if already one. Daryl, initially overcome with shock, began to struggle again as Lucy kissed his friend, their lips playing together. She broke free a moment, calling into the living room in Spanish. Layla and Catalina returned. Both had stripped down to their underwear, Catalina in a pink neglige, carrying champagne. Layla balancing four glasses and a punnet of strawberries against her naked stomach between bra and thong. They kneeled at Pete's feet. "They're all yours Pete, and so am I." Lucy said. Lucy joined her students on the floor. The girls began to pour the champagne, both into the glasses and over themselves. Pete sat on the bed watching the three vixens lick and suck one another. He picked up the strawberries, winning back their attention by feeding them. Layla and Catalina took the strawberries with their mouths, sucking greedily on his fingertips as Lucy let champagner dribble between her breasts, eyes locked on Pete. The Columbian students moved up onto the bed, began to undress their lucky catch. He marvelled as his arms wrapped around their heavenly slim waists. Lucy ran her fingers over his thighs, moved over his cock, felt it slap at her through the material. Quickly she opened his jeans, pulling them down sharply. His proud cock jumped clear and stood tall. Lucy stroked it gently, mouth agape. She looked up and smiled. "It's much bigger than I'm used to Pete!" The comment stung Daryl like an uppercut. He contemplated throwing himself forward but stopped short. Humiliation would be total if Pete realised his whereabouts. Daryl watched bewildered as Pete's manly bare chest became exposed. A comparison of Daryl to Pete was grossly invidious. Lucy had always suspected that her boyfriend's best mate was well-built, but never this. She stood and climbed onto the bed as the students dragged his body backward. For a few moments there was chaos as bodies writhed and lips and fingers passed quickly over flesh. All were hungry to experience everything immediately. Pete kissed Layla passionately as Catalina stroked the raven's breasts and Lucy climbed up his body. Daryl felt ready to explode in the closet at the mass of female flesh on display. On the bed, Pete took control of the situation. He pushed Catalina down and lifted her neglige up, pushing it up around her neck. Her breasts lay free, nipples hard, Layla and Lucy on them in an instant. Pete admired her sweet shaven pussy. He ran his fingers over her lips before grabbing Lucy by the hair and forcing her head down between the blonde's legs. He grabbed Layla by the hair and forced her down onto his cock. She took it into her mouth quickly, hungrily. He began to fondle both of his bitches asses as each gave head, to himself and to Catalina. Again Pete tugged at Layla's hair, tossing her aside, onto her stomach. She looked back at him, her deep brown eyes filled with lust. He smiled and gave her ass a smack. She yelped and beamed at him, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. Pete pulled her thong down forcefully, slapped her ass hard, began to tease her pussy with the tip of his prick. He felt hands on his shoulders and looked around to see Lucy behind him, desperate for his attention. He pulled her onto his lap, kissing her, his fingers moving up over her stockings, over her wet panties. Catalina had sat up by now, totally naked. She wrapped her arm around Pete's neck, joined in the kiss and was shortly joined by Layla. Pete moved between three different tongues, enjoying the sounds as much as the feel. He backed away a moment, watching the three women form a triangle of tongues. He stood slowly, held his cock out and stepped forward. His cock moved between them, their tongues like a carwash, seemingly covering every inch of his meat simultaneously. Catalina and Layla formed circles on his balls whilst Lucy roared up his shaft, her tongue spread wide over his skin. He fondled their breasts in turn, measuring the weight in his hand. Lucy and Layla felt firm and smooth to touch, their nipples glistening like jewels, but Catalina was easily the most blessed. Pete mangled her tits in his palms, the heavy gel of her breasts overflowing. He held both her tits now and playfully jiggled them in his hands. She paused from licking his balls, looked up at him and smiled. She placed her hands over his and squeezed. Furious with lust he pushed each girl back down onto her back. Catalina lay in the middle, already naked and to her he went, pushing his cock inside her already wet pussy quickly. He raised himself on his arms and admired her heavy breasts rolling to the rhythm of his cock. She panted and moaned, deep in delight. He pumped his cock inside her, listening to those moans. Glancing to his left he saw Layla. She lay on her back, fingers in her pussy, face inches from his own. He leaned over kissing her deeply, fucking the blonde as he did so. One Way or Another Lucy climbed over Pete carefully and began to lap between Layla's legs. The raven began to shout in Spanish, held Lucy's head tight between her thighs, fingers still between her own legs. The teacher licked noisily, long fast laps, interspersed with teasingly delicate stabs at her clit. After some moments she wriggled free, catlike. Layla was tipped onto her stomach unceremoniously, and Lucy was upon her, tongue gliding up her back, harsh spanks to Layla's ass. Catalina came quickly with a high pitched squeal, gushing compliments in Spanish. Pete withdrew his cock and sat back on his knees, aiming it like a weapon at teacher and dark-haired student. Layla lunged forward and took it into her mouth once more. "Greedy little bitch, aren't you?" Pete growled. Layla nodded her head enthusiastically, cock in mouth. Catalina bound forward, lay beneath Layla and began to lick her delicious cunt. Lucy met Pete's eyes as she finally began to take off her dress. She pushed it down her waist, over her bra and past her thong. Eyes constantly on her new man, she began to delicately lap at Catalina's wet hole. "Mmm," she breathed, "I can taste your cock on her." Pete pulled Layla off his cock once more. He held her tightly by the chin with one hand, gazing down at her delectable body. He pushed fingers inside her pussy, as Catalina continued to lick. Fire burned in Layla's eyes as she jerked Pete's cock ferociously, desperate to have him inside her. He forced her around, pushed her down onto all fours. Catalina and Lucy moved down below her, licking at his cock and her clit as he entered her from behind. She bucked wildly against his meat, screaming his name, begging to be spanked harder. He held her long hair with one hand and rode her, the adorable sensation of two tongues on his balls as he did so. Layla came forcefully, her juices dribbling down his cock like uncorked champagne. He pulled his meat out of her slowly, close to exploding himself. He pushed Catalina away, craving Lucy's pussy to come inside. She was standing now, bra removed, thong held to one side, teasingly showing him her pussy. He stood and followed her as Catalina buried her head between Layla's breasts. Lucy moved to the closet, leaned against it, spread her legs wide, still holding her thong open, exposing her pussy. Pete stood behind her, running his hand over her stockings, tapping her ass lightly, breathing heavily, exhausted, euphoric. He held his cock in his hand, teased her hole, kissed her ears, nuzzled at her shoulders, sent shivers through her body. Lucy whispered sultrily. "I've wanted you to fuck me for so long." He pushed inside her tight, delicious pussy, his cock thick and pulsing. Daryl caught Lucy's eye. He sat helpless, his own seed spread across his lap, his cock long since limp and useless. Pete bucked and groaned, clenched his teeth and tried to control himself. To no avail, he exploded inside the luscious cunt with fury. Lucy felt her legs go weak from the bliss of the moment. She felt a deep satisfaction, a warmth spread from her pussy throughout her body. The sheer delight of knowing her body, her pussy, she alone was too much for him to hold. She turned and corrected his disappointment, a twinkle in her eye. "You know, that's still the longest fuck I've had in a long time." She kissed him deeply, took his hand and led him back to the bed. Layla and Catalina had crawled under the covers, and now Lucy and Pete joined them. They lay close together, sleepy with satisfaction, four bodies tightly bound together. Just before sleep descended Lucy made Pete promise he'd fuck her first thing in the morning, before Layla or Catalina got their turn. They were almost unconscious when Pete spoke groggily. "Fuck me. I don't know what I'm going to tell Daryl next time I see him." One Way or Another I didn't want to go; I really didn't. But now here I was, driving alone down the interstate on my way to my grandma's house at 9 o'clock at night. For the past month my parents had insisted we make this two hour drive to her house, assuring me that I would be glad I'd gone once I got older, for her years were numbered. Don't get me wrong, I loved my grandma. What I did not love was giving up every weekend to drive down here to nowhere when I could have been partying at college or at least visiting my friends I had left behind in my hometown the year before. When I graduated, I decided to go to a college about two hours north of my hometown, so I would have my space but still be able to visit my friends and parents on the weekends. This wasn't exactly working out though, because now every weekend I received a call saying "We're going to head on down to grandma's sweetie, just meet us there tonight. She can't wait to see you!" I'm sure you're thinking, "You're in college! You don't have to listen to your parents anymore," but let me tell you, it is not that easy. I love my parents, and they are paying for every single cent of my college. Therefore, if they thought I needed to spend time with my grandmother, I was going to do it. But it wasn't even like we really spent time together. My mother and grandma visited and shopped and cooked together, while my cousin and I did whatever we could to entertain ourselves for the whole weekend. Being around my cousin was the only part of the trip I really looked forward to, for she was one of the most amazing people I knew. She lived in the same city, only about a mile from my grandmother, and was a senior in high school. Sara and I were polar opposites if such a thing ever existed. She was a stereotypical rebel, with shoulder-length hair that was black as night and accented with a bright red strip of bangs. She had gauges in her ears and wore the occasional punk outfit, but was by no means extreme. She was undeniably beautiful, with deep brown eyes and full lips. She had a wide variety of friends, but held very few of them dear, however those that she held close she was loyal to with every breath. I admired her greatly, but I would never tell her that, that just wasn't how our relationship worked. She was extremely skinny and petite, and rarely spoke up around those she wasn't entirely comfortable with. I, on the other hand, was practically none of these things. I had long, thick blonde hair that nearly reached the middle of my back and dark green eyes. I was an athlete all of my life, an all-state softball player. I was by no means fat, my stomach was tight and flat, but I was thicker than her, with slightly muscled legs and a round ass that got me more than my fair share of looks. I wish I could tell you my style, but I really don't have one. My dress differs greatly from day-to-day, from a sweat suit one day to a slinky dress the next, and anything in between. Maybe that is a style, but I don't know the name for it. Personality wise, I was a charmer. I was extremely open, and had more friends than I could count. The problem was I had trouble getting really close to people, and I never really had the close friends that I envied Sara so much for. I had a knack for getting my way that she did not, however, and I was always proud of that. So anyways, it was the start of another trip to my grandmother's, and I started to prepare myself for another dull weekend. I spent about an hour at my grandmother's, visiting and sitting there in awkward silence before I couldn't take it anymore. Their conversation had drifted away from me, and I knew that I was safe to make an exit. "Hey, I'm going to go call Sara, and then we're going to do something, okay? I'll probably be back later," I told them then left the room before they had a chance to respond. Sara told me she was at her boyfriend's house, watching his band practice and that I should just come over there and hang out. I had never met her boyfriend or any of his band mates, but she had told me they were pretty good and it had to be better than where I was, so I went. When I pulled up at her boyfriend's house, I had already been able to hear the music for a few minutes; it was so loud. But as I got closer, and the meaningless noise turned into a rhythm, I realized they really were good. I pulled my 2008 black mustang up to the curb and go out of the car, dressed in a black v-neck and dark skinny jeans tucked into tall black boots. I'm not sure it was possible for me to look any more plain, but it's too late to worry about that, I thought as I started walking toward the garage where they were playing. The first thing I noticed was a gorgeous man, who I assumed was the lead singer, enraptured in the music, singing in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. It was deep, but somehow managed to sound smooth and even, creating a stunning effect. As I took in his voice, I studied him. He was tall; I could tell that even from a distance, dressed in snug, denim jeans and an extremely well-fitting plain white t-shirt. The definition of his well-muscled pecks and shoulders was visible through the shirt, as was his trim, washboard stomach. I was absolutely blown away before I had even made it to his face. However, when I got to his face, my breathing came to an absolute halt. He was beautiful, ruggedly handsome with messy, raven-black hair and a strong, square jaw with just the right amount of stubble around the line. His eyes were closed, so I couldn't see their color, but this also allowed me to study him without having to be subtle. Soon I had reached Sara, and I smiled at her in greeting, still awe-struck by the man in front of us. I sat beside her on a wooden bench, and we watched their performance in silence. They were even better than I had thought, and I was pretty sure they were singing an original song. I was able to take my eyes off the gorgeous singer long enough to take in the rest of the band, which consisted of a guitarist, who I know the be Sara's boyfriend, Ben, a boyish, blond bass player, and a drummer who looked like he was fresh out of boot camp. When the song finished, Sara introduced me to the band, though I only cared about the singer. He was the last one she got to, and I was sure I would faint from the apprehension. As soon as the bass player released my hand, he stepped into his place, gripping my hand and smiling widely at me. "It's very nice to meet you Aurora; I'm Derek," he said softly as he looked intently into my eyes. I saw now that his eyes were as beautiful as the rest of him, a deep blue that appeared to be almost black. He seemed to never blink, his eyes filled with curiosity and something I could not quite identify. It was a look I was sure I would not soon forget. "Hi," I answered, my voice wavering as I resisted the urge to shy away from his stare; it seemed like he could see right through me; see everything I had hidden from the world. I couldn't say anything else; I just stared up at him. I was of pretty average height, maybe a little on the short side, standing at about 5'4", and he towered over me. I was slightly taller than his shoulders; he must have been at least 6'2", possibly taller. "I hope you enjoyed the music," he said, still smiling his beautiful smile, but letting go of my hand. I missed his touch instantly, and was unsure of what to do with my hands afterward. I crossed my arms and smiled up at him. "It was amazing," I told him, honestly. "You guys were really good!" I wanted to say more, but I didn't want to lay it on too thick and sound fake. Why in the hell was I so nervous and unsure of myself? I was never like this; it just wasn't me. I willed myself to snap out of it, but I wasn't sure it was going to happen. "Thank you," he replied, sounding genuine. I felt the beginning of a blush coming on as I looked up at him, and looked to where Sara had been. I had noticed her leave, but I suddenly realized that Derek and I were the only left in the garage. He apparently hadn't noticed either, for right after I noticed this he laughed. "I guess everyone else has gone in, I didn't even notice. Would you like to come inside?" "Umm, yeah, Sure," I replied, following closely behind him as he led me into the house. I forced myself to breathe deeply and settle down. This is ridiculous, I told myself. This is just some random guy that I don't even know. I mean sure, he's absolutely gorgeous, but I had seen millions of hot guys in my life. We wend into the living room where the others were now; sprawled out on various chairs and a couch, watching what appeared to be Cops. Sara smiled at me and patted the seat beside her, motioning me to sit down, and to my absolute pleasure Derek followed me, sitting on the other side of me. I willed myself to relax, listening to them and talk about the show and joining into the conversation occasionally. Within thirty minutes of sitting there I learned that all of them, Ben, Derek, and the bass player, who's name was Clark, lived in the house. Ben worked as a clerk at a local gas station, Clark was a part-time mechanic at small; auto-shop, while Derek worked full-time at a bank to save money for college, which he intended to start the following year. I found that Derek was 20 and had been living on his own since he was 16, because his father was abusive and his mother left when he was young. He didn't seem bothered by talking about it, nor did he seem angry. It became clear to me that he was the unspoken leader of the group. I soon became very comfortable with group, enjoying the small talk and the jokes, and finding that I had a lot in common with them. Before I knew it, it was almost 11 o'clock, and Clark and the drummer, Alex, announced that they were heading to a party about thirty minutes away, and asked if any of us would like to go. Derek nearly visibly lit up at the mention of it, smiling brightly and leaning forward, turning to face me. "I want to go. We can all go! Will you come, Aurora?" he asked, looking at me again with that beautiful smile. How was I supposed to say no to that? Besides, I really did want to go, parties were my atmosphere, and I knew once we were there what was left of the unease would fade away. "Yes, I would like that," I replied, smiling back at him and standing up. "Come on, Sara, Ben, let's go! It'll be fun" I promised, looking at Sara with a look I knew she would understand, I was sure my attraction to Derek was painted all over my face. I wanted to get to know him, to get closer to him, and I knew I could do just that at a party, especially after I had a little bit of alcohol in me. However, I did not intend to go dressed as I was. Sara and I went to her house to change, promising to meet the guys back there in thirty minutes. That didn't give me much time, but it was enough. I wanted nothing more than to impress Derek, and I also wanted the chance to speak to Sara about him alone. I was going to make sure Derek knew just how much I wanted him, and I was going to drive him crazy. This was going to be one hell of night, one way or the other. One Way or Another The man looking to hire me was a tech mogul. He not only programmed some of my favorite software, he was also behind some of the biggest sites on the web today. So, why would he want me? The answer was clear, he was very New Age, his business practices of using tarot readers has been laughed at by nearly every other CEO. Got to love old money, if it's not our way it's silly. One look at his net worth had to show he was doing something right. Still, the whole proposal smacked of Hilter wanting to and ultimately trying to win World War Two with the Occult. Jared Barnes wanted me an unglamorous college going medium and all purposes aside slacker to find him the Necronomicon. Part of me wanted to be snarky and send him Simon's Neronomicon but, my mother raised me with manners. Why me? I'm Lux Shimshi and I'm a lightning rod for the paranormal and while it's interesting, sometimes I wish I'd just been ordinary. See, I'm a mermaid, who's also a medium, and lately very popular. I'm 22 years old and going to college, working most nights at Coffin Candy's a strip club as a DJ. When I'm not doing that I'm usually on a ghost hunt with ORACLE my roommate's paranormal group. It wasn't me specifically Barnes wanted, he probably knew my father's passion was that book. The last fully Japanese Merman Toru Shimshi, leader of the biggest Merfaction died looking for that book. I was my father's daughter. Part of me wanted to call Daniel, my twin, but it was late and knowing him he had 3 or 5 house guests. Best not to wake them, I'd call in the morning. Something told me the icky feeling wouldn't go away anytime soon. Curling up into a ball tighter, I knew exactly what I needed, and where to get it. Soon I was relaxed and I slipped into a crack. Upside, I was left standing in front of a bar. Instinctively I knew he'd be here. I followed them through the crush of people making my way to the back corner table. Where he sat in his usual unshaven dirty but just enough to be sexy. I still catch myself wondering how he managed to pull it off. I slipped into the booth across from him. "Hello." He said softly not yet looking up from his paper. "Hey Jack." I said softly smiling. "I'm not going to help you find it, so don't bother asking." "Can't a friend just drop in to say hello?" "Not the kind of friend you are and the kind of dropping in you do. That's my final answer. You don't want anything to do with this. Just let it go and walk away," he said as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, shifting them around a little. "You just don't understand." I started to say, but stopped, seeing him glare at me. "I don't understand? Girl, you're looking for what is, in your world, reputed to be the source and cause of a great deal of the world's suffering. Not only that, but you're going to take it back, through the divide, into a world that it was never meant to exist for real in under any stretch of the imagination. You're going to do all of this, and you still have the stones to say I don't understand that you feel you have something to prove for this little bit of insanity, yeah, I guess I don't understand then," he said, fidgeting with his lighter. His ability to make a person feel only a few inches tall never ceased to amaze me as I stared at him, trying to regain my composure. Something shook deep in my core as he started again. "What I do understand, however, is the burning need to find something you know you better damn well leave alone. That's normal in our line of work. Hell, I'd be even more worried if you hadn't taken the job." He lit a cigarette. "I haven't taken it...yet." I said stammering. I felt myself flicker. See in Jack's world I was not corporeal. I was like a ghost, with out that icky being dead part. "Yes, you have. I can see it in those beautiful translucent eyes of yours,." "Charmer but, no I haven't." He only smiled as he took a long drag on his cigarette, the smoke trailing upwards. "Right. Anyways, I'll see what I can find. I know some people who know some people who get their jollies over rare, human-leather bound tomes that could bring around the destruction of all life as we know it," he said with a smirk, blowing a stream of smoke through me. He liked reminding me why we'd never go for dinner and a movie. He was a bastard but I loved him. Part of me still held out hope I'd find a better opening to Hollow Earth. As I sat there, he stood up and rifled through his wallet. "Got change for a twenty," he asked with a smirk before dropping a couple bills onto the table. "Come on. I gotta see a man about a horse." "A man...about a, what?" I asked, following a little behind. Not only was he a scruffy bastard who felt he knew more than everyone else, he was a scruffy bastard who felt he knew more than anyone else that seemed desperate to confuse the living hell out of a girl. "It's a saying. You have them on your side too, don't you?" His grin was starting to wear thin on my nerves. "Yeah, but..." "Alright then," he cut me off as we turned down one of the alleys for a moment before he stopped and flicked his cigarette away. "This should be about good." "What do you mean?" "I'm a little tired of this intangibility thing," he said, shrugging a little bit before pulling a flask out of his pocket and handing it to me. The contents smelled like someone distilled a sewage treatment plant and packed it into a hunk of tin. I resisted my gag reflex, "What is this?" "Just a little something I whipped up for your next visit. Though, I wasn't expecting you to drop by so soon. Did you miss me that much?" "Maybe a little, but you know this is just business, Jack. That's all," I said with a dismissive smirk. The whole intangibility thing started to rear its ugly head again. "Yeah. I know, you just keep forgetting about things. It's okay. You're not all here. Yet. Drink this." "You can't be serious." "I am. Now, do you want my help or not?" He had me in a bind at that. There was a lot that he could do in his world that I couldn't do in mine. Even if his noxious brew had any effect it would probably help find that cursed book. That, and he was kind of cute in that bossy sort of way. I decided to throw caution to the wind and focused myself. Reaching things past the divide was hard enough, but actually ingesting something, especially something as foul smelling as the thing Jack was handing me, that was a different story altogether. Slowly, my hand started to take on a more solid form and I grasped the flask, tossing it back quickly so I wouldn't lose my tangibility or my nerve in the same fell swoop. A wave of nausea rushed over me and I fell back against the wall of the alley. I felt dizzy, so I steadied myself with the wall. "You son of a bitch," I said, gasping between breaths. "That was awful." "Right. Awful, but look," he said as he pointed at my hand against the wall. I hadn't even noticed prior, the rough texture of the brick against my skin. I was solid. The snarky bastard was right. "How? I mean, why? What?" "Eloquent as always Lux. Unfortunately, we don't have that much time. It only lasts a couple hours at best and the ingredients are a bit sparse," he said with a smirk, pressing me back up against the wall. "Shouldn't we go look for the book?" I asked, blushing at the closeness of his body. He had a smell that I couldn't shake, it was like nature and tobacco. His hand slid around and cupped my ass. "I've got a friend looking into it. Don't worry," he said before starting to kiss my neck, his hips pressed against mine. I gasped, clutching him towards me, leaning up to kiss him deeply. I had wanted to do that for as long as I could remember, but all I could think of was someone walking down the alley. "What if someone sees us?" "Nobody will see us." "More...magic?" I asked, swallowing a mouthful of air as he started to caress my breasts. "No," he grinned as he answered, his fingers pulling at my clothes quickly. "Nobody really comes down this alley. It has a reputation." "How romantic," I said, gasping. "It's not like we'll get to do this often," he said, his voice husky as he pushed me back up against the wall. We were like wild animals digging our fingers like claws against each other trying to move bits of clothing to expose each other and take advantage of the time we could have together. I fumbled with his zipper for a moment before he pinned my hand back against the wall to do the deed himself. I bit my lip watching, my heart pounded, my panties were soaking. Jack always had that effect on me. It was really such a shame we did not live on the same plane of existence. Jack pulled back his pants off his hips, his cock was absolutely rigid and thick just how I liked it. Of course that might be because I'd lost my astral virginity to him. My physical virginity was lost just a few months ago. To a guy I met that night. Bad, I know. Worse, he was vying to be my boyfriend. Here. Now. I forgot all of my normal life and just wanted to be Jack's fucktoy. He knew it too. He grinned as he pressed the thick, swollen tip of his shaft against my hungry pussy. He slid into me and it was fast and sudden, better than all the other times. It was like going from mono to stereo. I could measure the difference but, all I could do was moan and wrap my legs around him. "Luxie, you are such a naughty girl." Jack whispered in my ear before thrusting up inside me again. My answer came in the form of a well placed bite on Jackʻs shoulder. He tasted faintly of Cinnamon above the taste of skin. I moaned licking along his flesh. "Keep that up, I will put you on your knees." He said with a growl. "Then I might never get to finish fucking your pussy. Pulled back with a needy moan pushing my hips out driving him deep inside me. My thoughts raced, I wanted him inside my mouth, I wanted him doggie style. My deepest erotic daydreams were flooding every thought. Jackʻs cock pumped in and out of me. My brainʻs pleasure center was on overload. "Fuck me." I said throwing myself against the brick wall scraping my back. "What do you think Iʻm doing? I ainʻt whistling Dixie" Great, he could be snarky and make me orgasm. My thighs started to twitch and shake. I squeezed him harder and my hips jerked me into his chest. Jack reached down and slapped my ass, and I moaned as my orgasm finally broke leaving me panting and grasping at Jack like a flood survivor. He just groaned and fucked me harder fighting my pussy until he finally couldnʻt stop. His nails dug in my ass, prompting a miniature orgasmic aftershock. "Damn it Lux, I do love you." "I know Jack." I whispered against his lips I could not resist it. So, I kissed him. His mouth tasted of cigarette smoke, and I didnʻt care. I needed him. We held each other breathlessly for a moment before he pulled out of me. My legs were wobbly from a combination of the brutal fucking and being shunted into tangibility. He smiled at me a little as I fumbled with my clothes, trying to tidy myself up the best I could. After a cursory sweep of the alley to make sure we hadnʻt forgotten anything, we were on our way while the solidifying potion was still working. One Way or Another "So... you wish to know the future, eh?" Stacy Graham almost spun around and walked out of the tent at that very moment. The line was corny enough, but that Bela Lugosi accent it was delivered in? Puh-lease, with a capital P! This guy was a gypsy the way she was a blonde. And the smell in the tent didn't help... the incense in here was so thick that she was surprised she could see all the way across the tent to the crystal ball. (The crystal ball. The man actually had a crystal ball. Le sigh.) But before she could start to swivel her hips, she remembered why she'd come into the tent in the first place. Alec, her blind date of the evening. Another swell pick from Vicki... alright, fine, she was without a man. Manless. Sans male companionship. But did Vicki have to play matchmaker all the time? She was doing fine without a man. She was flying, soaring, swooping, and occasionally making use of a vibrator as an artificial flotation device in case of crash. She needed not the male of the species, not so long as she was well-off, living in an apartment with a maintenance man and a groundskeeper, and unwilling to get her mouth hosed down with semen. Vicki kept insisting, though... and hence Alec. Alec of the Camaro and the ratty little mustache. Alec who used every possible opportunity to grab at whatever body parts of hers were within reach. Alec who she was avoiding as long as humanly possible by entering the fortune-telling tent, which was signposted with "One Person At A Time!" And hence, she was stuck with no real options but to sit down at the chair (which, she noted with a start, was surprisingly comfortable) and get her fortune told by Vlad, here. He stared at her with a penetrating gaze, and she suddenly remembered he'd asked her a question. "Yes," she said, transforming her voice into politeness--no reason to take her bad date out on this guy, even if he was laying on his act with a trowel. She'd do that to Vicki later on. "I'd like to have my fortune told." "Very well," he said, his accent lessening slightly. "In order to do that effectively, we must gaze, deeply, into the crystal ball... for within it, we shall see everything that was, everything that will be... gaze into the crystal ball, feel your mind flowing into it..." Reluctantly, Stacey turned her eyes downward. The dim light made it a little difficult to focus, but just as she was getting adjusted, he made a pass over the ball with one hand--while, she noted with her peripheral vision, switching on a little switch under the table with the other--and the crystal ball lit up with a hazy, sparkling, rotating light from below. I can't believe I'm actually paying money for this, Stacey moaned internally. Outwardly, though, she maintained a polite smile as she followed the trail of thought...how much was she paying for this? The man hadn't asked for anything yet... who knows, maybe it's based on how much money he sees you making or something. Her smile became a little less polite and a little more 'real'. This caused her fortune-teller to grow stern. "You are not focusing," he said, dramatically gesturing towards the crystal ball. "Watch the lights, see the shimmer... see how the lights spin and swirl, spinning around the crystal ball like a million stars..." A bit poetic, perhaps, Stacey mused, but I can see how 'see the desk lamp shone through a hunk of glass' wouldn't cut it in the fortune-telling biz. In order to keep nice, though, she furrowed her brow tightly, aiming for a look of intense concentration. "Excellent," he said. "As you watch the lights, watch the spinning, watch the swirling, let it become the center of your eyes, the center of your world, as though you are not outside the ball, but inside, among the dancing, spinning stars, focusing your full attention as you gaze deeply, deeply, down into the center of the crystal ball..." Stacey was beginning to get the glimmerings of a headache as she watched--her eyes were having trouble adjusting to the lights in the sphere--like when she'd studied a few hours too long, and the text stopped becoming individual words, and just became a big blur. The incense didn't help, either... it was almost choking in its intensity, and she longed more than anything for a breath of fresh air. You'd also get a big old breath of Alec, she reminded herself as she continued to stare at the crystal ball. Just keep focusing, just like he says, and let him talk... "Wonderful," he said, as she felt a hazy warmth slide behind her eyes. The headache seemed to lessen. "You are doing so well, now, you are focused so strongly, you are watching so intently, on the deep deep stars within the crystal sphere... you no longer sense the rest of your body, now... your full consciousness is focused on the sphere, listening to me as I tell of your past, your future, your destiny... as I talk of your future, you feel aware only of my voice... you are no longer aware of your feet, your legs... they are not needed to watch and listen, and so you let them relax and sleep, now... you are no longer aware of your arms... let them rest at your sides, limply, loosely... you are no longer aware of your neck, you can simply let your head rest itself on the table, watching the lights, listening to my voice, watching the lights, listening to my voice..." Stacey was surprised at how sleepy she felt, here, with her head lying on the table, mouth slightly parted, her whole body limp. But it was important to stay here, listening and watching. Very important. Because... "Now, just let your eyes close down, and let the lights stay in your mind, and simply listen. Listen to the words I speak, because you know how important they are. Because they are your destiny. You cannot help but do the things I tell you to do. They are in your future, and you cannot avoid them." Because... because... future? Destiny? She wasn't even aware when her eyes slipped shut, but she was sure that something wasn't right. She lifted her heavy, heavy arms and slipped her shirt over her head, just like he'd told her she would, but that wasn't it. That wasn't the important part. She forced her eyelids back open. Like hell it wasn't! As she tried to take in the scene through eyes that were now almost totally unfocused, she realized that she was holding her shirt in her hands. The crystal ball had been switched off, and the fortune-teller had taken off his robes. Underneath them, he had exactly jack and squat on. "You bastard!" she hissed at him, staggering to her feet. She shook her head a few more times to clear it. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" The man fixed her with a remarkably straightforward gaze. "I'm trying to hypnotize you, of course," he said, his accent now totally gone. "I like to hypnotize the pretty girls whenever we pass through a town... it means I've got a free ticket to paradise the next time we pass through. It's been a while since we came through here, though, and my old girls have all moved away, so I figured I'd find me a new conquest... you seemed pretty pliant, so I thought I'd just put you under." Stacey seethed as she pushed back her chair. All her muscles seemed un-coordinated, though, and her mouth felt a little mushy as she pushed out the words, "Fuck you." The fortune-teller grinned. "That was the plan." He stood up as well, a little taller than she was. "But you fought it." He seemed a little unsteady on his feet, though, as he stood, swaying slightly as in a breeze. "I'm impressed. It's very difficult to fight hypnosis." Stacey took a step back towards the exit before realizing she still had her shirt in her hands. No way she was going to let Alec see her like this. She started to slip her arms back into it. "It's so hard because hypnosis is so insidious. You think you've slipped free of it, and it pulls you back under." He was definitely swaying, she thought to herself. Maybe he's had one too many drinks. Maybe that's what caused this whole stupid hypnosis plan. "Hypnosis is like an undertow. You fought it, and that's very impressive. Very good. You're a strong fighter, fighting that deep, heavy pull. Fighting it, keeping it from pulling you under, even though I bet your muscles feel worn out and exhausted." He was swaying less, now. But the room seemed to be tilting just a little... first one direction, then another... "When you opened your eyes, it was so hard to do... the effort left them so tired, you have to keep fighting the urge to close them, because you're such a strong fighter and every time you open them again, it leaves them just a bit more tired..." She was trying to put her shirt back on, but her arms seemed like they were made of jello, and the shirt wouldn't go over her shoulders... "When you stood up, it left your legs so weak, so feeble, that all you can think of now is how much you want to sit back down, and though you're such a strong fighter, you feel dizzy now, so very, very, very dizzy..." She knew he was lying, but she did feel dizzy... like the room was moving all around her... the only thing that was staying still was his eyes, and she kept her gaze locked tight on them... she fought to keep her eyes open, because when she closed them, it'd be that much harder to open them again... the lids of her eyes felt like lead weights had been attached to them, but she fought so hard to keep them open, to keep standing up and opening her eyes and her eyes watered and she felt so dizzy and weak and feeble and sleepy and tired and... Stacey slumped back into the waiting chair with a thump as the fortune teller approached her. He gently took the shirt from her hands and slipped her bra off, massaging her tits gently as he began to give her suggestions. She moaned, softly, and spread her legs as he put her hand on his cock... He loved the fighters most. They were always so impressed with getting out of one snare that they never noticed him setting another... THE END