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Mysterious Sex

By: Sadie26



Jack was a popular student in high school. At 6'2 ... 200lbs ..... crystal blue eyes and wavy blonde hair he was every girl's fantasy. So naturally, when he announced that he was having a graduation party at his house, everyone and their cousin wanted to be there. Jack's mother wasn't too thrilled about having 300+ teenagers running through her house, but she loved Jack and knew this would make him happy. 

Jack's mother, Ruby, had raised him on her own since her husband died in a car accident when Jack was still in diapers. She had always tried to give her son the best, which wasn't easy on a single mom's pay. But now, here he was, her grown son, 18 and out of high school. She had done it, she had raised him to be a mature, responsible man. And if he wanted a party to kick off his freedom, so be it. 

Ruby was not your typical mom. She had Jack very early in life so she was not far from his age. Many times Jack's friends would come over to just hang out with Ruby if he wasn't home. She was like the older sister that handed out advice about life. At 37 she was still a very beautiful woman. She was 5'5 ... 129 lbs .... she too had blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. She was the fantasy of many of Jack's friends, from what he had been told.

Most of that Saturday was spent getting the house ready for the huge explosion of teen hormones that would be overrunning it in just a few hours. It was a muggy afternoon in June, the kind of day where you would rather be skinny dipping then filling a gutted watermelon with spiked punch. Jack was running around the house in just a pair of black boxers. And Ruby had on extremely short shorts, with a sweat soaked white tank top, no bra so her nipples stood at attention most of the day.

Once in awhile the two would catch each other's glances and just smile. After all, they were mother and son.

That night the drive way and house filled up quickly. Hundreds of party goers swamped the house, music was blasting and people were grinding each other in the living room. Jack was in heaven. He had his friends, a party and had finally earned the right to tell high school to kiss his ass. 

After about an hour or so, someone suggested the game, Sex in the Closet. Which for those of you not familiar with this game, it's actually very simple. You put everyone's name in a hat and draw names. Everyone is blindfolded, except for the person in charge of passing around the hat. He or she walks around, handing each person a slip of paper with a name on it. When you are tapped on the shoulder, the one non-blindfolded person will look at your slip of paper. He or she will then tap that person on the shoulder and you will both be led into the closet where you will have 20 minutes to make your move.

A small crowd gathered in the living room while others spread out into the house and in the yard. Ruby was on her way upstairs when a few of Jack's friends insisted she stay, hoping against hope that they would pick her name. 

So the game began. The first few people went into the closet, did their thing and came out, no big deal. 

Then came Jack's turn. All the girls wanted him, but only one lucky girl would be chosen. He was tapped on the shoulder. He gave his slip of paper to the person behind him and stood up. He was led into the closet. His heart was pounding, cause after all, in this game, you run the risk of being in the closet for 20 minutes with another guy. Within seconds, he heard the door open, then shut again.

He knew his mystery conquest was a female cause he could smell her perfume. It smelled friendly and familiar. And whoever she was, she had wonderful tits. 

The two wasted no time. Immediately they began kissing and fondling each other. His hands went up her shirt and her hand went down his jeans. Their heavy breaths bounced off the walls of the tiny closet as their tongues played tug of war. Whoever this woman was, she really knew how to rub a cock and Jack was hard within just a couple minutes. 

Before he realized what was going on next she had broken the kiss and was on her knees. Forcefully she took his young, stiff member into her mouth, licking and sucking his cock tip. 

"Oh Godddd," he moaned in a whisper. 

Her hands wandered around to his ass, rubbing his firm, muscular cheeks. This drove him wild as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, moving her head up and down his shaft. His hips began bucking, slowly at first, but then quickly moving in a rapid motion, pumping her gifted mouth. 

Her muffled moans made him pump even faster. Gripping her hair tighter, skull fucking his mystery lover. Within seconds, he moaned, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

She sucked harder, sliding her mouth up and down faster. He could no longer control himself. One final thrust and he shot his load deep into her throat. He could feel her sucking his tip, trying desperately to get every last drop from his throbbing cock. 


He reached down and pulled her up, kissing her hard, feeling her nipples poke thru her shirt into his chest. 

"Lay down," he whispered.

It was a tight fit, but his mystery girl had managed to lie down on the small floor of the closet. 

Jack wasted no time feeling her body. He located her skirt and panties and in no time, was lying between her legs. His masculine hands raised her skirt and slid her panties over. Mmmm, he could smell her sex, it made him rock hard again. Quickly he buried his face into her slippery cunt. Diving his tongue in and out of her tight little hole while his thumb massaged her clit.

He could feel her spread her legs and wrap them around his neck, pushing him deeper. Her hips began bucking and she started moaning again. 

"Mmmm, suck my clit baby," she whispered, "Make me cum, please!"

Jack wanted to please her just as she had pleased him so he planted his mouth right on her engorged clit. It was hard, ready to squirt any second. He slid 2 fingers in her pussy, pumping them in and out as he devoured her hard little button. He could feel her hand reach down, pushing on top of his skull, urging him to suck harder. His tongue teasing her clit with fast little flickers. 

"Oh shit!!," she moaned, "I'm fucking cumming."

Within seconds, she came all over Jack's face, squirting her sticky, sweet juices all over his mouth and chin. He lapped up every drop like a hungry animal, the slurping sounds were intoxicating.

"Roll over," he demanded.

Jack knew their time was almost over and he was not about to let her leave the closet without fucking the hell out of her. 

"Get on your hands and knees baby," he whispered.

He got on his knees behind her, one hand on his cock, the other on her hip. Slowly, he worked his cock into her tight hole. He wasn't sure which hole he had gotten since he was still blindfolded, but all questions were answered when he felt her pussy walls begin tightening around his cock.

Her cunt was still contracting from her orgasm and it felt so good wrapped around him. He wasted no time, with a few thrusts, he was completely inside her. Both hands on her hips, pumping this wonderful hot, tight pussy. He slapped her ass a couple times as he pumped her, making her moan in extasy.

"Mmmmm, you like that baby?", he whispered, "You like this huge cock in your pussy?"

"Yes babyyyyy," she moaned, "Fuck me!"

He began pumping her harder. The only sounds were his balls slapping her ass and their breathless moans.

She reached down and started rubbing her clit again. Jack knew what she was doing and that turned him on even more. 

"Yeah baby, rub that pussy for Jack," he moaned.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again, I'm gonna fill you up baby, here it cums!!", he said.

She immediately begin tightening around his shaft, milking him.

Her rubbing became more feverish, her moans became screams.

One more thrust and he unloaded again, filling her pussy to the hilt. She screamed in a glass shattering tone when she came.

"OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!! OH FUCK YES!!! YES!!! YESSS!!," she screamed.

Then there was silence, nothing but their breathing. Then came a knock on the door. 

"One minute left you two horndogs," announced the voice on the other side.

Quickly they both stood up, straightening their clothes, giggling to themselves.

"I know this is against the rules," Jack whispered, "But I have to know who you are, you're fucking amazing."

"Okay," she answered, "On the count of three ..... 1 ..... 2 ...... 3"

They both removed their blindfolds. A small bit of light shown in from the crack under the door. 

"FUCK!!!!," Jack whispered, "MOM?!?!?!?!?!!?"

"JACK?!?!?!?!!?"

Mysterious Sex - 2006



This story was originally posted on Literotica back in December, 2002. However, since November, 2005 marked my three year anniversary of being a published writer, I thought it might be cool to bring out some of my fans past favorites. I've given them a new twist, punched up the grammar and punctuation. I hope you enjoy!

*

Jack was a popular student in high school. At 6'2 ... 200lbs ..... crystal blue eyes and wavy blonde hair, he was every girl's fantasy. So, naturally, when he announced that he was having a graduation party at his house, everyone and their cousin wanted to be there. Jack's mother wasn't too thrilled about having 300+ teenagers running through her house, but she loved Jack and knew this would make him happy. 

Jack's mother, Ruby, had raised him on her own since her husband died in a car accident when Jack was still in diapers. She had always tried to give her son the best, which wasn't easy on a single mom's pay. But now, here he was, her grown son, 18 and out of high school. She had done it, she had raised him to be a mature, responsible man. And, if he wanted a party to kick off his freedom, so be it. 

Ruby was not your typical mom. She had Jack very early in life so she was not far from his age. Many times Jack's friends would come over to just hang out with Ruby if he wasn't home. She was like the older sister that handed out advice about life. At 37, she was still a very beautiful woman. She was 5'5 ... 129 lbs .... she, too, had blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. She was the fantasy of many of Jack's friends, from what he had been told.

Most of that Saturday was spent getting the house ready for the huge explosion of teen hormones that would be overrunning it in just a few hours. It was a muggy afternoon in June, the kind of day where you would rather be skinny dipping then filling a gutted watermelon with spiked punch. Jack was running around the house in just a pair of black boxers. And Ruby had on extremely short shorts, with a sweat soaked white tank top, no bra so her nipples stood at attention most of the day.

Once in awhile, the two would catch each other's glances and just smile. After all, they were mother and son.

That night the drive way and house filled up quickly. Hundreds of party goers swamped the house, music was blasting and people were grinding against each other in the living room, doing all the latest dance moves. 

Jack was in heaven. 

He had his friends, a party and had finally earned the right to tell high school to kiss his ass. 

After about an hour or so, someone suggested the game, Sex in the Closet. Which for those of you not familiar with this game, it's actually very simple. You put everyone's name in a hat and draw names. Everyone is blindfolded, except for the person in charge of passing around the hat. He or she walks around, handing each person a slip of paper with a name on it. When you are tapped on the shoulder, the one non-blindfolded person will look at your slip of paper. He or she will then tap that person on the shoulder and you will both be led into the closet where you will have 20 minutes to make your move.

A small crowd gathered in the living room while others spread out into the house and in the yard. Ruby was on her way upstairs when a few of Jack's friends insisted she stay, hoping against hope that they would pick her name. 

So the game began. The first few people went into the closet, did their thing and came out, no big deal. 

Then came Jack's turn. All the girls wanted him, but only one lucky girl would be chosen. He was tapped on the shoulder. He gave his slip of paper to the person behind him and stood up. He was led into the closet. His heart was pounding, cause after all, in this game, you run the risk of being in the closet for 20 minutes with another guy. Within seconds, he heard the door open, then shut again.

He knew his mystery conquest was a female cause he could smell her perfume. It smelled friendly and familiar. And whoever she was, she had wonderful tits. 

The two wasted no time. Immediately they began kissing and fondling each other. His hands went up her shirt and her hand went down his jeans. Their heavy breaths bounced off the walls of the tiny closet as their tongues played tug of war. Whoever this woman was, she really knew how to rub a cock and Jack was hard within just a couple minutes. 

Before he realized what was going on next, she had broken the kiss and was on her knees. Forcefully she took his young, stiff member into her mouth, licking and sucking his cock tip. 

"Oh, Godddd," he moaned in a whisper. 

Her hands wandered around to his ass, rubbing his firm, muscular cheeks. This drove him wild as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, moving her head up and down his shaft. His hips began bucking, slowly at first, but then quickly moving in a rapid motion, pumping her gifted mouth. 

Her muffled moans made him pump even faster. Gripping her hair tighter, skull fucking his mystery lover. Within seconds, he moaned, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

She sucked harder, sliding her mouth up and down faster. He could no longer control himself. One final thrust and he shot his load deep into her throat. He could feel her sucking his tip, trying desperately to get every last drop from his throbbing cock.  

He reached down and pulled her up, kissing her hard, feeling her nipples poke thru her shirt into his chest. 

"Lay down," he whispered.

It was a tight fit, but his mystery girl had managed to lie down on the small floor of the closet. 

Jack wasted no time feeling her body. He located her skirt and panties and in no time, was lying between her legs. His masculine hands raised her skirt and slid her panties over. Mmmm, he could smell her sex, it made him rock hard again. Quickly he buried his face into her slippery cunt. Diving his tongue in and out of her tight little hole while his thumb massaged her clit.

He could feel her spread her legs and wrap them around his neck, pushing him deeper. Her hips began bucking and she started moaning again. 

"Mmmm, suck my clit, baby," she whispered, "Make me cum, please!"

Jack wanted to please her just as she had pleased him, so he planted his mouth right on her engorged clit. It was hard, ready to squirt any second. He slid two fingers in her pussy, pumping them in and out as he devoured her hard little button. He could feel her hand reach down, pushing on top of his skull, urging him to suck harder. His tongue teasing her clit with fast little flickers. 

"Oh shit!!" she moaned, "I'm fucking cumming."

Within seconds, she came all over Jack's face, squirting her sticky, sweet cream all over his mouth and chin. He lapped up every drop like a hungry animal, the slurping sounds were intoxicating.

"Roll over," he demanded.

Jack knew their time was almost over and he was not about to let her leave the closet without fucking the hell out of her. 

"Get on your hands and knees, baby," he whispered.

He got on his knees behind her, one hand on his cock, the other on her hip. Slowly, he worked his cock into her tight hole. He wasn't sure which hole he had gotten since he was still blindfolded, but all questions were answered when he felt her pussy walls begin tightening around his cock.

Her cunt was still contracting from her orgasm and it felt so good wrapped around him. He wasted no time, with a few thrusts, he was completely inside her. Both hands on her hips, pumping this wonderful hot, tight pussy. He slapped her ass a couple times as he pumped her, making her moan in extasy.

"Mmmmm, you like that, baby?", he whispered, "You like this huge cock in your pussy?"

"Yes, babyyyyy," she moaned, "Fuck me!"

He began pumping her harder. The only sounds were his balls slapping against her, and their breathless moans.

She reached down and started rubbing her clit again. Jack knew what she was doing and that turned him on even more. 

"Yeah, baby, rub that pussy for Jack," he moaned.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again, I'm gonna fill you up, baby, here it cums!!" he said.

She immediately begin tightening around his shaft, milking him.

Her rubbing became more feverish, her moans became screams.

One more thrust and he unloaded again, filling her pussy to the hilt. She screamed in a glass shattering tone when she came.

"OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!! OH FUCK YES!!! YES!!! YESSS!!" she screamed.

Then, there was silence, nothing but their breathing. Then came a knock on the door. 

"One minute left you two horndogs," announced the voice on the other side.

Quickly they both stood up, straightening their clothes, giggling to themselves.

"I know this is against the rules," Jack whispered, "But I have to know who you are, you're fucking amazing."

"Okay," she answered, "On the count of three ..... 1 ..... 2 ...... 3"

They both removed their blindfolds. A small bit of light shown in from the crack under the door. 

"FUCK!!!!" Jack whispered, "MOM?!?!?!?!?!!?"

"JACK?!?!?!?!!?" 

Jack and Ruby remained speechless as they stood there looking at each other. To say they were shocked was an understatement. 

A knock came on the door again... "Ok you freaky lovers, door is opening in 10 seconds," said the voice on the other side.

Quickly Jack and Ruby put their blindfolds back on, their hearts pounding like bass drums, echoing off the walls of the closet. 

Seconds later, the cool rush of air surrounded them as the door was opened.

"Whoa!!! looks like you two definitely got acquainted in there," said the familiar voice. 

Everyone began laughing and whistling as Jack and Ruby emerged from the closet, their identity still unknown to the other party goers. 

The rest of the party was pretty much a blur for the mother and son team as they tried their best to entertain the guests into the wee hours of the morning. 

Around 3 am, the last of the party crew drifted from the house, leaving a path of destruction, comparable only to an F-5 tornado. 

"I'm really tired, hun, we can get this mess in the morning," said Ruby.

"Ok, mom, I'm sorry my friends trashed the place, I'll be up early cleaning it up," said Jack in a sleepy voice.

The next morning the two emerged from their bedrooms, somehow forgetting the destruction that awaited them.

"Oh, fuck, I'm not ready to deal with this," said Ruby, flopping down on the couch. 

Jack couldn't help but notice the short shirt she was wearing, and the obvious fact that she was not wearing panties.

She looked so hot sitting there on the couch, her legs spread slightly with her eyes closed and arm above her head. He could see her nipples poking thru her shirt, begging to be sucked. 

He couldn't help it, his mom was sexy as hell and he wanted more of what they had shared last night. 

Before he realized what he was doing, he found himself between her legs, licking and kissing her inner thigh. 

She quickly opened her eyes. 

"Mmmmm, baby, you know that feels so good, I was hoping you would come to me," she purred.

Jack looked up at her as his tongue circled her thigh.

She reached down and gently ran her fingers thru his hair, letting him know she wanted this as much as he did.

Without delay, Jack quickly made his way up to her pussy, which was already beginning to get wet. His young, strong tongue ran laps inside her slit, causing her to moan for her son to keep going. He slid his arms up underneath her, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him. The tip of his nose tickled her clit as his tongue explored her mature pussy. 

She leaned her head back, again closing her eyes. The feeling of her son's tongue buried in her pussy was almost too much for Ruby to handle. She slowly began rocking her small frame back and forth, sliding her fuck hole over his mouth. She gripped his hair tighter, pulling his face into her, her legs instinctively wrapped around his neck.

Jack was getting so hot for his mother, he didn't know how much more he could take. His desire was at the boiling point. He began licking and sucking her clit furiously, his thick middle finger invaded her asshole as she moaned and groaned. 

"Oh baby, don't stop, mom's gonna cum for you!!" she screamed.

Jack pumped his finger faster in and out of her asshole while he devoured her pussy, nibbling her clit. He felt her body begin to quiver and he knew she was close. 

"Oh baby!!! omg baby!! oh oh ohhhhhhhh shittttttttt!!!!!!!" she yelled as her pussy squirted all over her son's face. Puddles of thick, sweet cum filled his mouth and ran down his chin. He kept licking and sucking as she rode her orgasm out, bucking and riding his tongue. 

A few minutes later, she calmed down, slowly dropping her legs. She moaned as her pussy contracted and the climax subsided. 

But Jack wasted no time. He had to have her NOW. He pulled her legs back up, placing them on his chest together. 

Ruby moaned again, knowing what was about to happen next. 

"Mmm fuck me, son," she begged.

Jack grinned at her and quickly, with no warning, stuffed her pussy full of his cock. Immediately hitting the back, causing Ruby to moan and groan in breathless intervals. He fucked her slowly at first, waiting for her juices to lubricate his shaft.

She opened her legs a bit and made him watch her finger her pussy. 

"Oh, God, Mom, you look so fucking hot," he whispered.

She smiled at him and began furiously rubbing her clit which was still sensitive from her amazing climax just minutes before. 

Watching her do this to herself sent Jack over the edge. He wanted to cum inside his mother again, he wanted to feel her pussy grip his cock as they climaxed together. 

He began pumping her harder... faster... deeper... rocking her body. Her tits jiggled from the force, her pink nipples were like tiny bullets. 

The faster he fucked her, the faster she rubbed. 

Soon, the house was full of their moans and groans, breathless dirty talk as the mother and son fucked.

"Oh, fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum, make me fucking cum in you mom," he groaned.

Ruby tightened the walls of her pussy around her son's bulging cock.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum againnnnn!!!!!!" she yelled.

And again, she squirted her sticky sweet juices all over, coating Jack's cock. Watching her climax again was too much for him. He gripped her hips tightly, one more thrust and ropes of warm, thick cum exploded into his mother. They both moaned and yelled, each of them riding out their climaxes. Jack's cock jerked furiously inside his mother's pussy, as it contracted around his shaft, milking him. 

After a few minutes, the pair calmed down again. Jack withdrew from his mother, and leaned in to kiss her. Their tongues danced as they explored each other's mouths. Ruby teasingly sucked her son's bottom lip, tasting her juices. 

They knew their relationship would never be the same after last night... it would be better. 



Mysterious Sex Ch. 02



Jack and Ruby remained speechless as they stood there looking at each other. To say they were shocked was an understatement. 

A knock came on the door again... "Ok you freaky lovers, door is opening in 10 seconds," said the voice on the other side.

Quickly Jack and Ruby put their blindfolds back on, their hearts pounding like bass drums, echoing off the walls of the closet. 

Seconds later, the cool rush of air surrounded them as the door was opened.

"Whoa!!!, looks like you two definitely got acquainted in there," said the familiar voice. 

Everyone began laughing and whistling as Jack and Ruby emerged from the closet, their identity still unknown to everyone. 

The rest of the party was pretty much a blur for the mother and son team as they tried their best to entertain the guests into the wee hours of the morning. 

Around 3 am, the last of the party goers drifted from the house, leaving a path of destruction, comparable only to an F-5 tornado. 

"I'm really tired hun, we can get this mess in the morning," said Ruby.

"Ok mom, I'm sorry my friends trashed the place, I'll be up early cleaning it up," said Jack in a sleepy voice.

The next morning the two emerged from their bedrooms, somehow forgetting the destruction that awaited them.

"Oh fuck, I'm not ready to deal with this," said Ruby, flopping down on the couch. 

Jack couldn't help but notice the short shirt she was wearing, and the obvious fact that she was not wearing panties.

She looked so hot sitting there on the couch, her legs spread slightly with her eyes closed and arm above her head. He could see her nipples poking thru her shirt, begging to be sucked. 

He couldn't help it, his mom was sexy as hell and he wanted more of what they had shared last night. 

Before he realized what he was doing, he found himself between her legs, licking and kissing her inner thigh. 

She quickly opened her eyes. 

"Mmmmm baby, you know that feels so good, I was hoping you would come to me," she purred.

Jack looked up at her as his tongue circled her thigh.

She reached down and gently ran her fingers thru his hair, letting him know she wanted this as much as he did.

Without delay, Jack quickly made his way up to her pussy, which was already beginning to get wet. His young, strong tongue ran laps inside her slit, causing her to moan for her son to keep going. He slid his arms up underneath her, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him. The tip of his nose tickled her clit as his tongue explored her mature pussy. 

She leaned her head back, again closing her eyes. The feeling of her son's tongue buried in her pussy was almost too much for Ruby to handle. She slowly began rocking her small frame back and forth, sliding her fuck hole over his mouth. She gripped his hair tighter, pulling his face into her, her legs instinctively wrapped around his neck.

Jack was getting so hot for his mother, he didn't know how much more he could take. His desire was at the boiling point. He began licking and sucking her clit furiously, his thick middle finger invaded her asshole as she moaned and groaned. 

"Oh baby, don't stop, mom's gonna cum for you!!," she screamed.

Jack pumped his finger faster in and out of her asshole while he devoured her pussy, nibbling her clit. He felt her body begin to quiver and he knew she was close. 

"Oh baby!!! omg baby!! oh oh ohhhhhhhh shittttttttt!!!!!!!," she yelled as her pussy squirted all over her son's face. Puddles of thick, sweet cum filled his mouth and ran down his chin. He kept licking and sucking as she rode her orgasm out, bucking and riding his tongue. 

A few minutes later, she calmed down, slowly dropping her legs. She moaned as her pussy contracted and the climax subsided. 

But Jack wasted no time. He had to have her NOW. He pulled her legs back up, placing them on his chest together. 

Ruby moaned again, knowing what was about to happen next. 

"Mmm fuck me son," she begged.

Jack grinned at her and quickly, with no warning, stuffed her pussy full of his cock. Immediately hitting the back, causing Ruby to moan and groan in breathless intervals. He fucked her slowly at first, waiting for her juices to lubricate his shaft.

She opened her legs a bit and made him watch her finger her pussy. 

"Oh god mom, you look so fucking hot," he whispered.

She smiled at him and began furiously rubbing her clit which was still sensitive from her amazing climax just minutes before. 

Watching her do this to herself sent Jack over the edge. He wanted to cum inside his mother again, he wanted to feel her pussy grip his cock as they climaxed together. 

He began pumping her harder... faster... deeper... rocking her body. Her tits jiggled from the force, her pink nipples were like tiny bullets. 

The faster he fucked her, the faster she rubbed. 

Soon, the house was full of their moans and groans, breathless dirty talk as the mother and son fucked.

"Oh fuck mom, I'm gonna cum, make me fucking cum in you mom," he groaned.

Ruby tightened the walls of her pussy around her son's bulging cock.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum againnnnn!!!!!!", she yelled.

And again, she squirted her sticky sweet juices all over, coating Jack's cock. Watching her climax again was too much for him. He gripped her hips tightly, one more thrust and ropes of warm, thick cum exploded into his mother. They both moaned and yelled, each of them riding out their climaxes. Jack's cock jerked furiously inside his mother's pussy, as it contracted around his shaft, milking him. 

After a few minutes, the pair calmed down again. Jack withdrew from his mother, and leaned in to kiss her. Their tongues danced as they explored each other's mouths. Ruby teasingly sucked her son's bottom lip, tasting her juices. 

They knew their relationship would never be the same after last night... it would be better.



Mysterious Stranger



I am alone in my apartment as I search for a pair of pants to wear tonight. I am preparing to go out with some friends and am almost ready to hop in the shower. You are out of town on a business trip and I am expecting you home in two days. Until then, I am trying to keep myself occupied with other things. That's what going out tonight is all about, my friends helping to keep my mind off missing you.

As I finally find a pair of tight black slacks, I run into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I drop my robe to the floor and step into the flowing water. The heat of it feels exquisite against my skin and I wish to myself that you were here with me. 

I am getting myself soaked when all of a sudden I feel a hand over my mouth and a quiet yet stern voice in my ear. It says, "I am not going to hurt you if you do as I say."

I am truly terrified, as I do not know who this person is or how they got into my apartment. I try to look to either side, but the hand is keeping my head facing forward and this mystery man behind me is not within my peripheral vision. He asks, "Will you behave and do as I tell you to?" I nod my head and he responds, "Good girl." "Will you be quiet if I take my hand away?" Again, I nod. As he removes his hand from my mouth he says, "Do not turn around." I think to scream out, but I do not know what this man will do to me if I do and I am at a disadvantage at the moment. I am shaking as I feel a mask come down over my eyes and then there is nothing except complete darkness and the water running over my body. I am turned around to face towards this unseen man and my wrists are bound in front of me.

"What is it that you want of me?" I ask. I receive no response. I can sense him standing there in front of me, and then I feel two hands as they pinch my nipples hard. I let out a small whimper…a mixture of fear, pain…and a small amount of pleasure. I am shocked at myself for this last feeling because it is unexpected. I am turned around again, to face the showerhead as the water continues to spray forth. My hands are brought up over my head and slung over the showerhead. I can feel the water running down over my face and the mask blocking my view.

I stand there and ask again, "What is it you want from me?" and again receive no verbal response. This time, I am met with hands sliding along my back, then down to my ass where they cup each cheek. One hand is taken away and then is returned as a hard slap. I can hear the sound as flesh strikes flesh and I jump on the contact. This goes on a few times more and I can feel as my ass cheek warms and can imagine the red mark left by this strange hand.

Now the hands are moving around to my front, one to my breasts to pinch the nipples and the other between my legs, finding my sacred spot. Fingers greedily find their way in and I can feel them as they glide over my clit and massage it. This man is arousing me while at the same time I fear him. I do not know what it is that his intentions are, however I fear the worst. He moves his fingers around in circles, moving himself against my backside. I can feel his hardness against my ass and I think of how I wish you were home so that this would not be happening.

He begins to probe his fingers to my insides and I moan slightly as they enter. His thumb rests over my clit, brushing against it slowly as the fingers work deeper inside me. "I am going to fuck this little cunt of yours," comes the stern voice again. "I am going to fuck it until I have my fill of you."

I whimper a little as the words sink in. This man is going to have his way with me and there is nothing I can do about it. He is pinching at my nipples harder now and is driving his fingers in deeper still as he begins to press himself harder into my back. Between fear and horniness from his touching, I don't know what to think.

He licks my back and moves his way down my back, biting into my flesh in spots as if tasting me. I sense him rise again and his hands are off my body. I hear as his pants unzip and then feel his hot cock slide between my thighs. As my excitement builds, I can feel a gush from my pussy as my body takes over. My own body is defying me as it prepares itself for this strange man.

He thrusts forward and back slowly, allowing his cock to slide between my thighs. My juices begin to leak onto him as he slides, improving the friction. He reaches in front of me and strokes my clit as he eases the tip of his cock towards my waiting pussy. It is almost as though my body and my mind are separate from each other. My mind is thinking is NO, while my body is saying YES!

His cock slips in and I moan as it enters fully. His hand is still against my clit and he has resumed pinching my nipples, rolling them between his fingertips. He begins to fuck me as I almost dangle from the showerhead. The water is still beating down on me as he crams his cock into me again and again. He continues to rub my clit hard as he fucks me and I begin to loosen my body a little as I give in to him. Maybe if I just let him take what he wants, he will go away.

He continues to slam into me, slapping against my ass with every thrust. He pinches my clit a little and I can feel as an orgasm begins to kindle within me. He keeps fucking me, moving harder and faster as the water continues to flow over my breasts and down my legs. I can feel my knees go weak as I start to spasm from the orgasm. He fucks harder still, pulling with the hand on my clit to get my pussy on him as much as our bodies will allow. He grunts as he pushes and then unleashes his load inside of me. He is breathing hard against my back as his fingers continue to work my clit.

He pulls away from me and I can hear as he bends to turn off the water. My hands are brought off the showerhead and he leads me out of the shower. He guides me along towards my bedroom making sure that I do not trip up as we move. He seats me in a chair and begins to play with me, working my whole body into a sexual frenzy. I am driven to the point of needing to be pleasured. This is when I hear his voice again as he says, "If you do as I want, I will give you what you desire."

Before I can form any words, he shoves his cock into my mouth and begins fucking it. His cock is sliding deep into my mouth and I can feel it hitting the back of my throat as it slides in. He fucks my mouth hard and fast and soon I can feel it get harder as he comes close to expelling into my mouth. He slows a little, as if to lengthen his pleasuring. His hands are on the back of my head and I can feel as they push me onto his dick.

He continues to fuck my mouth, moving faster again and soon I can feel his hot come as it violates another orifice of my body. It spills down my throat and a bit runs down my chin as he pulls out. "Mmmm, you've got a great mouth," the mysterious voice says. "It's great for sucking cock."

He pulls me up from where I am sitting and bends me over the chair. I can feel as my bound hands are fastened to the chair and he starts to play with my ass. He licks along my crack and then starts to finger fuck me again. I moan loudly as I am so in need of a release. His tongue continues to play with me as his fingers pound deep.

He spreads my wetness around my asshole and I feel the tip of his cock as it presses against it. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?" he says as he presses the tip a little harder.

"Please no," I say through my breath.

"Would you like me to fuck your dirty little cunt instead?" he seethes.

I nod and he sticks me again. He is kneeling on the seat of the chair, between my legs as I am bent over the back. His cock is sliding into me hard and fast and I can feel as I come close to orgasm. He fucks hard and then pulls out, only to slam his cock into my little asshole. I can feel the stings of pain as he rams into my me. Tears begin to form at my eyes, but then an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction begins to come over me. He is ramming into my ass and then I feel something cold, hard and smooth slide into my pussy.

He is pushing something into me while slamming my ass. I am so close to coming and I start to wail. He fucks harder, both with his cock as well as this thing in my pussy. I can feel as both openings are being stretched from the pressure and I start to scream as my orgasm takes me.

He continues to fuck me in the ass until I can feel him erupt. There is wetness dripping down as he pulls his dick and the object out of my holes. He slaps my ass once and drops the object to the floor. I can hear as his footfalls move towards my bedroom door.

I hear as the front door shuts and I am left there, bound to the chair and blindfolded. I am still in a bit of shock as I hear the door open again.

Soon there is a presence in my bedroom again and I am being untied from the chair. I am brought to stand and then the mask is removed. As my eyes adjust, I see you standing before me.

You look me over and kiss me deeply. "I read your diary and saw some of your fantasies," you say, as you continue to look me over. "I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of making parts of them come true." It is then that I realize what has happened and I smile. I look to the floor and see the object you used to penetrate my pussy. There on the floor lies a cooled champagne bottle with the labels neatly removed to show the gleaming and smooth surface. I can see some of my juices on it as it lies there.

I kiss you hard and pull you to the bed to welcome you home in my own way. 



Mysterious Stranger



What an inconceivably long day it had been. It had begun at 6:00 that morning with an emergency meeting at work. Justin had been called in to pick up the pieces after three people on his team had completely and utterly dropped the ball on the project. At 28, he was the youngest man on the team, but he always seemed to be the steadying force that made everything all right. The meeting had lasted for ten grueling hours, finally ending with a resolution which would require everybody in the company to work twice as hard as they would have had everything worked out during the first go round.

"Bastards!" muttered Justin to his Long Island Ice Tea. He had been staring at the drink for some time now, trying desperately to make it comfort him. Finally, with a long sigh, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a long, smooth, delicious sip. Everything would be all right, he told himself.

"Are you okay?" Justin slowly put down his glass and turned his head to see where the question had come from. He didn't regret it. At some point during his reverie, the most gorgeous redhead he'd ever seen had pulled up a stool next to him at the bar. Her full hair rested just below her shoulders, framing a face which could only have been sculpted by a master artist. Her green eyes probably radiated passion even as she slept, and her full, sexy lips seemed to be calling Justin's name. Her breasts, although not the largest in the world, jutted proudly from her chest as if begging for attention. Her legs, which were covered by a pair of black nylons, were well toned and athletic, and her hands were graceful and well manicured.

"Jesus. Why don't you take a picture?" said the redhead, turning away with a slight hint of a blush and a chuckle.

"I... I'm sorry," stammered Justin. "It's just that, well, you're beautiful, and, to answer your question, I'm not sure I'm okay."

"Well," said the woman, turning back to Justin with a wide smile spreading across her luscious lips, "You certainly look okay to me." With that, she placed a silken hand on Justin's thigh and began to stroke up and down lightly.

Justin almost spit out his drink. He couldn't believe that this angel was actually talking to him, let alone rubbing her hand on his leg. It wasn't that he was a bad looking guy. In fact, most people who saw him considered him to be quite attractive. He was six feet two inches tall, and his long body was well muscled from his former days as a three-sport collegiate athlete. It's just that he was so damned shy.

"Are you okay now?" whispered the stranger, leaning in almost close enough to allow her soft lips to graze Justin's ear.

"I'm getting better," admitted Justin, reaching down to grasp the woman's hand. The gesture was electric, sending bolts of energy straight from Justin's mind to his now-engorged penis. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he'd be damned if he was going to end it now. The stresses of the day had served to diminish his shyness, and he decided right then and there that he would have this sexy stranger.

Slowly, but deliberately, Justin began to move the redhead's hand closer toward his throbbing errection. He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he assumed that the fact that she was touching him in the first place was a good sign. Immediately, and without a word, the redhead took her cue and began to fondle Justin's cock through the fabric of his dress slacks. In response, Justin pressed his hand against the girl's skirt, searching for and finding the primary object of his desire.

"Come with me," said the woman, standing up and pulling Justin by the hand behind her. He followed her blindly, not knowing or caring what this mystery woman had in mind. All he knew is that he had to have her, and have her soon.

The redhead and Justin walked outside, and the blast of cool October air which hit them caused their nipples to stand out proudly in the night. They turned the corner of the bar and stopped after walking about fifty feet into the alley.

"Fuck me," said the redhead simply.

Justin was only too happy to oblige. He felt the stress melt from his body as he reached forward and ripped the woman's blouse from her body, revealing the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen, shielded only by a skimpy lace braw, which he also forceably removed.

Meanwhile, the woman was unzipping Justin's pants and yanking them down hard, exposing Justin's impressive dick. Her hands squeezed it and massaged it, trying to milk him for all the come he could muster. He responded by licking and sucking her nipples. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and she arched her back, trying to force more of her firm tits into his face.

Justin could take no more. With one deft motion, he removed the moaning girl's skirt and pulled down her moist panties. By now, he could smell her, and all he wanted to do was to burry his face in that juicy snatch.

As he licked her, she moaned and writhed with pleasure. She felt his powerful fingers entering her as his mouth licked and sucked all around her clit. Her knees began to buckle as she felt an earthshaking orgasm wash over her.

Just as she was about to lose her balance in the throes of her orgasm, he caught her, pinning her against the wall of the bar. His dick was now harder than steel and begging for sweet release. He entered her with one powerful stroke, causing her to cry out from pain and pleasure simultaneously. He pounded her with long, hard, fast strokes, causing her to scream and moan.

"Ah! Fuck yes! Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh! Fuck me. Yesssss!" The words spilled out of her mouth like raindrops from the clouds as she came and came all over his pulsating cock.

Finally, all at once, Justin knew he was going to explode. As he felt his boiling balls contract with the first hints of his mind-bending orgasm, he released his aching member from her warm, soaked folds and shot a proliffic stream of come all over the front of his beautiful lover. Spurt after spurt landed on her face, and on those beautiful tits, and she moaned with extasy, scooping up what she could with her fingers and bringing it to her hungry mouth.

Justin was spent. He couldn't remember having had sex like that before. As he picked his ruined pants up off the ground and put them on, he realized that he'd never even gotten the mysterious stranger's name. As he turned to ask her, he was surprised to find that she was no longer there. Desperately, he scanned the immediate area, but with no results. Finally, he walked back inside the bar to locate the woman who had been fucking him moments earlier. He didn't see her. Defeated, he took a seat at the bar and ordered another drink.

"Are you okay?" Justin whirled. It was a man who had spoken. It was a fair question, too, because he really looked an awful mess.

"Yeah," said Justin slowly. "I'm fine."



Mysterious Stranger



For my Wonderful Muse who inspires so many naughty thoughts...

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It really all started out so innocently and with great intentions. And I think that the plan was a sound one and it was a good plan, and yet it turned out that I got more then I was bargaining for. Still I would repeat it in a heartbeat.

It really was simple, I'd head out to the mall before it got crowded, when the store was just opening and the clerks were busy with their morning rituals, and I'd be pretty much alone and able to pick out some sexy bra and panties for my three year anniversary with my girlfriend. And so that's exactly what I did.

It worked out exactly as planned and I was able to walk into the store and not be overwhelmed by on lookers that I'd feel nervous. It's always weird when there's a man in the lingerie section, and I'm guessing the women feel that way as well. Still if you want to check out the materials, the patterns and well get something at more of a last minute, then that's really where you have to go.

I wasn't there long, five minutes or so, really I just barely started looking at the selection this store had to offer, when this stunning woman walked in. She was so incredibly hot, not in that movie star way, but in that girl next door type of way that is so much more sensual then the phoniness that the ultra glamorous display. It's like a girl who is so sexy doesn't have to try as hard as someone who needs to appear to be so sexy.

Everything about this lady was just, well I guess, perfect. Her clothing was cotton blouse that buttoned up pretty high, and she was wearing comfortable jeans, again making her seem approachable. Her light brown hair with golden highlights and blue eyes made me keep an eye on her while I was looking for something for my girlfriend.

It was odd for me, I'm usually not blown away by anyone, maybe it was the fact I was already horny looking for sexy things for my girlfriend, maybe it was how she just seem to know what she wanted, but something about her was quite electric.

I noticed that even though she was certainly the girl next door type of girl, she wasn't looking at the fun cotton panties and bras, but rather the lacy, satin, and shelf bras. She seemed to know exactly what she was looking for, well style anyway, and didn't want to just try anything on.

She seemed to have found a black shelf bra, a red lacy bra, and this green satin bra and matching panties to them. I felt odd spying on her, but when she closed the door to the dressing room to try them on; she looked me in the eyes and smiled before closing the door. I felt my cheeks get hot immediately and looked away, embarrassed for being caught.

As she did her business in the dressing room, I searched through the piles of panties on the table looking for just the right ones for my girlfriend. But even as I was trying to focus, my mind kept on wandering to that amazing woman with those perfect curves and what she must look like in those sexy under things.

When the door to the dressing room opened, I was glad that my back was to it and she didn't catch me staring at her again. I continued searching the panties when she walked by me, and her iPhone was in her hand. On it was a picture of her in the green satin bra and panty set. I only caught a glimpse of it, but she was certainly showing it off to me.

I was instantly hard from that quick flash she shared with me. It took me by surprised and my cock was folded awkwardly in my pants. I could tell that I must have a nice bulge that would be very easy to see. In a feudal attempt to hide it I pressed it against the wide edge of the table, and involuntarily my hips rocked at the contact.

And that's when I looked over at the woman who was now staring at my crotch, watching as I dry humped the table. She leaned over the table and now her shirt which was buttoned to the top was now open a good three or four buttons down. I could see down her cleavage and at the blue bra she was currently wearing. I backed away from the table and I could feel my erection throbbing in my pants.

I broke my gaze away from her breasts and moved my eye line up to match hers, and she had this wonderfully seductive smile on her perfect lips. Her grin got wider as she nodded towards my pants, put her finger in her mouth, and sucked on it. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I put down the red panties I was holding and moved to the other end of the store, still searching for the perfect outfit for my girlfriend. I was here to see her in something sexy, not this incredible vixen. I can't believe how sexy this woman is. I close my eyes for a moment and try to regain my composure.

In the darkness I breathe long deep breaths, count to ten, and then exhale slowly. I open my eyes and start focusing on the task at hand. Still I can't resist and turn around and see her move over to the table and grab a pair of red panties just like the one I was holding a few minutes before. Then she found a matching bra and headed towards the dressing room.

As the door closed, a hanger seemed to accidently get caught in the door, just a hair, and it was open a crack. I couldn't believe it. I walked over to the other side of the store, where I'd have a better view through the slit to see what was inside. I can't believe I was a peeping tom. I've never done anything like this before in my life, but there was something about her, and I just couldn't stop myself.

When I finally got into prime viewing position, I was disappointed to see that she wasn't able to be seen from that vantage point. She must have been on the other side of the dressing room and the view through the slit was very limiting.

Disappointed I started looking at the bras in front of me, and I finally found the perfect ones. They were black satin with red roses embroidered on them. Something sexy and playful, different then what my girlfriend usually wears. I headed back over to the table of panties, and looked for a matching pair.

That's when I noticed that my mystery lady was now where I could see her in the open crack. She was wearing the red panties I was fondling less than five minutes ago and they hugged her hips perfectly. As she moved, I lost sight of the panties but I could clearly see her ample breasts filled out the red lace bra perfectly, and I had to catch myself from drooling.

I moved my head back down and looked at the panties again. There were so many on the table to go through, I couldn't quite find the right ones. I looked across to the other side of the table, and I saw a movement in the dressing room.

This sexy creature had her hand down the front of the panties and I could see movement in her crotch. She was masturbating in the dressing room with panties that were for sale! It was the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my life. As she rocked with her play, she would go in and out of view. I felt like a kid trying to watch a scrambled cable channel, getting momentary glimpses that were erotic and clear, and many moments of just nothing. Still, my eyes were glued to the slit.

One hand was on her breasts, squeezing it, searching for her nipple to play with. As I rocked sideways a little, I got a new view and could tell that her other hand was rubbing her pussy wildly. I moved again and could see the pleasure on her face as she played with herself, and that's when she opened her eyes, and winked at me.

She made a gesture for me to look lower down, and I moved over so I could watch as her legs spread even wider, the hand at the breast moved down, and she pushed part of the panties into her cunt. I looked back up at her face, moving to do so, and she smiled for a second before an orgasm rocked her body. She looked like she got so into it that I couldn't believe she could keep quiet.

I wanted to see her face twisted in ecstasy, and her breasts heave, and her hips buck all at the same time, but I couldn't. The slit was so small that I could only see one part at a time, and wasted many precious seconds moving my position so I could see it all just for fractions of a second. Still, it was the most erotic thing I ever saw in my life.

And then, she disappeared again to where I couldn't see her behind the door. I closed my mouth, which apparently had been open for an amount of time longer then I know, and fumbled as I returned to my shopping. The clerk looked over at me for a second, and I just nodded.

I continued my search of the table, and finally found the perfect complement to the bra I already had in my hands. Just as I picked them up, the mystery lady walked out of the dressing room, back to the table where she picked up the red panties and put them back. Then, she put the bra away on the rack and walked out of the store, her swaying hips hypnotizing me until they were out of sight.

I shook my head and started walking to the cashier to pay for the black outfit, when it dawned on me, those red panties were what she was wearing when she came. When she pushed her finger into her and came, pushing in those red panties.

I casually walked over to the table and as nonchalantly as I could, rummaged through the pile until I picked up the red ones. The damp red ones. My cock was pulsing rapidly now.

I placed all the scanning tags next to each other, and tried to figure out what to say if the cashier noticed that the red panties were soiled. I tried to think of some excuse so I could still buy them, but I couldn't come up with anything that would sound believable.

I was so nervous handing the items to the lady behind the register, but she luckily just looked up at me somewhat annoyed for me disturbing her reading or work or whatever she was doing, and asked if I found everything alright.

I muttered something like I found everything fine and my heart was beating so fast and hard I thought it must be clearly visible through my shirt.

She quickly scanned in the items, and was about to fold them but I said, you don't need to do that. She just shrugged, and I handed her my credit card. She ran it through, a receipt printed out, I signed it, she printed a second one, stapled it to another receipt, and I was going crazy. I just wanted to get out of the store with those panties.

When I walked out into the mall proper I looked around, just trying to get another glimpse of that angel. But no matter which way I looked, she was nowhere to be seen. So I started walking towards the parking garage and to my car.

I hit the remote, opened the driver's door, and dived into the driver's seat. It was still early and the mall was still empty. I had also found a place in the back of the garage, so I was pretty confident that I was alone and would be left that way.

All I really wanted to do was to pull out those panties and sniff them; I wanted to smell her scent, to know for a fact that this was real. And like a kid who just got a new toy, I tore into the bag and rummaged furiously until the damp fabric was in my hands.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the warm dampness on the panties and I could feel my cock twitch uncontrollably in my pants. I opened my eyes and looked around, making sure I was still alone; I was.

Nervously, I pulled the panties out and brought them to my nose an inhaled deeply. It felt so weird and dirty, smelling such a beautiful woman's scent, without knowing her name, knowing that she made these panties wet for me to smell. I've never had a panty fetish before, and I never really thought it made sense, but right this second, smelling her aroma that she left on these panties made the most sense in the universe.

I looked around, and there was still no one around, and I couldn't take it any longer. I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. Then I pulled down my underwear and grabbed a few tissues from the back seat.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath with my nose in her panties, and started stroking myself. My fist was tight and all the precum on my cock head lubed it up nicely. I slowly slid my fist down, and then back up, while I thought about my mystery lady walking down here and finding me like this.

With my imagination flowing at full speed, I could see her walking there, her hips swaying as she walked towards me, her blue bra visible with her cleavage, and then I saw her blue eyes matching mine. Then she whispered softly, "Cum in my panties."

It was too much, and as I slid my hand down to the base I could feel the cum rising up the other way. I threw the tissues over to the passenger seat, grabbed the panties from under my nose, and wrapped the lace material around my cock.

My head is flies backwards as I strong jets of cum shoot out of my cock. I can feel the panties fill with my cum, mixing my juices with hers. Just the thought of that makes me cum harder and my whole body is wracked with spasms I keep cumming. I can see her squeezing her breast, looking down at me and smiling at intense orgasm that is washing over my body in wave after wave. Knowing that I'm pleasing her made the orgasm go on for what felt like forever.

As I start to come down from my orgasm, I'm leaning back in the driver's seat panting. I remember where I am and slowly I opened my eyes. Then, I looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen...



Mysterious Stranger



 A photographer finds that many/all of his (or her) recent pictures contain the same person. This is coincidence -- the photog does not know or recognize the person. One detail is visible and allows the photog to track them down.

What happens next? Literotica authors write finish the story.

The Beginning: (submitted by Pennlady)

"Well, this is weird." Jake Robinson frowned as he flipped through the pictures on his Canon digital camera. "Really weird."

He took his camera over to his computer and hooked it up. While the pictures copied over, he grabbed a beer and sat down. Selecting a picture at random, he opened it in a preview program. Yes, there she was.

As a photographer for the local newspaper and their website, Jake had pictures of a local 10K charity run, a summer festival at the township park, and other town events over the last two weeks. As he clicked through the photos, his incredulity built.

The same woman was in every picture. She had dark hair and a right red coat; the coat started to stand out like a beacon in the images.

Who could she be? It wasn't right that she was in all of the pictures, he thought. That defied the law of averages or something. He sighed. Even if the odds were against it, there it was, and he didn't know how to find her. Absently, he paged through the pictures again until one caught his eye.

He'd caught the woman in the act of opening a car door. Since he'd been slightly behind the car, he'd managed to get the license plate. He reached for the phone while staring at the screen, then glanced down to dial.

"Hey, Michelle? Can you do me a favor? I need to look up a license plate. No, no, it's nothing. Just curiosity. Please? Thanks." He read the plate to his sister. "No hurry. Thanks again."

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(RoyceConnors' finish)

Michelle called back a few minutes later and told him about the licence number.

"Wait, you're telling me that car was demolished in an accident four years ago? That can't be right. I just saw it and it looked like new. Who was the driver?"

The description of the woman matched his subject in the photos he had to a tee. He told Michele thanks and slowly hung up the phone, staring at the screen and the woman in the red coat.

He shook his head trying to make sense of it, but one thing was factual about it. She was beautiful. He scrolled back and forth through the pictures and enhanced shots of her, zooming in on her face. He printed them off and went to his arm chair with a drink and looked at each one carefully.

Something was as familiar about her, as it was mysterious, but nothing was coming to him, until he remembered back four years ago. There was something gnawing at his mind to remember it, a connection that made sense of everything. He saw the pose in one of the shots and there it was, the missing part that started making sense of everything.

He went back to his computer and pulled up the newspaper's website. He scanned through headlines of events that happened four years ago and then there she was, The headline screamed the facts, but his pictures contradicted it. He looked at the photos again and confirmed it was the same woman, but how?

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(3113's finish)

Michelle called back right away. "I thought there was something funny when you read me that number. It hasn't been issued yet." 

"What does that mean?"

"It means the plate hasn't been created yet, brother mine. Either those were bogus plates or you read them wrong."

"Um...yeah. I, uh, don't think they were bogus. I think I read 'em wrong like you said. Thanks, sis."

He hung up, feeling very odd inside. He'd lied to his sister, of course. The plate numbers were crystal clear in the photo. Studying the picture, he also noticed that the car was odd as well. Sleek and sporty, it didn't quite stand out as different, but it didn't seem right either. Weird, weird, weird.

Maybe if he went back to the scene of the...crime? Event? He grabbed his keys and threw open the door. 

There she was standing on his doormat and he barely checked his forward step. Glossy hair, dark as his own, red coat. Her lips were full and parted as if in wonder, her cheeks flushed with what might be excitement or embarrassment or maybe just the snap of cold in the air. 

She was wearing some kind of perfume, flowery and delicate. His rush out the door and sudden stop had him close enough to smell it, to make out powdery softness of her cheeks. Eye to eye with her. Brown like his. Where had he seen them before?

"Hi," she breathed, the first to speak. "I'm breaking all kinds of rules, but it's no longer enough to just keep watching you." 

"Watching me?" the words barely registered. Who would want to watch him? He wasn't anyone special.

"Yes. The race is a nexus, you see, meaning a place where I'm allowed to go to see you." She went silent for a minute, staring at him intently. "In person."

Ah, fuck. She was one of those off-her-meds types. He'd better shut the door and call the cops. Now. But those eyes. "Look, Miss, I dunno who you are or why you're watching me—" he tried.

"I know," she cut him off. "I know how I'm sounding and what you're thinking. But I'm breaking the rules by cutting outside the nexus both in place and date. Which means we haven't much time.

She pushed past him. Just swept in without a by-your-leave and he would never be able to say later why he let her do it. Except that when her shoulder touched his it was like getting an electric shock. Moving as if she knew where she was going, she hurried past the living room zigging and zagging right to his studio. He found himself hurrying to catch up.

"Hey, wait—just wait a minute—!" 

He found her standing before his board of print-outs. She was staring most intently at a set of photos he'd taken last year while on a camping trip. He come upon a beautiful young lady, naked and bathing under a waterfall. Far from being shy, she'd posed for his pictures, then invited him to join her. They'd had a wonderful time warming each other up in those icy clear waters. Then they'd found a spot on the rocks and gotten very intimate. 

He'd given her his contact numbers, but she'd been coy, saying only that she'd e-mail him. She never had, and all he had of her were the pictures. He'd never eve learned her name.

"Of all your photos, these have always been my favorites," the young woman in his studio said.

"Yeah, sure, right." He'd never shown those photos to anyone. No doubt about it, this girl was crazy and trouble. He reached to his pocket for his phone, then froze. Wait. He glanced at the girl in the picture, then back at the woman who was now unbuttoning her jacket. 

It was almost the same face. Except for the eyes. The eyes brown as his own. Her coat slipped off. She was wearing nothing underneath, and her body was very much like that of the girl in the photo, there under the waterfall.

"You conceived me on that day," she said, turning around. Her areolae were tight, the nipples erect. Her hands smoothed down her hips, sending his eyes down below, to a clean shaven pussy with a small barcode tattoo. 

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(Privates1stClass's finish)

About half an hour later, Michelle called him back. She sounded confused.

"Jake, the BMV says those license plates belong to you. I'd think you'd recognize your own plates."

"That's the thing, Michelle, those plates aren't on my car."

"What kind of car did you say it was?"

"It's a late model tan Toyota Corolla, and my car is a silver Subaru."

"That's strange," Michelle said. "Probably some BMV fuckup. You'd better contact them and get it straightened out before you get a parking ticket for a car you don't own."

"Well, thanks anyway," Jake said, scratching his head. "Bye."

Jake went out to his garage and double-checked his license plates. They contained the same numbers as the one's in the photo.

It had been a long day and he decided to go to bed. Perhaps he'd had one too many beers and his mind was playing tricks on him.

The next morning, Jake went out on assignment with his camera again. Now that he was aware of the unknown woman's image in his photos, he looked for her in the crowd, but didn't see anyone in a red coat with dark hair the entire time he was out.

When he reviewed the photos he'd taken on his digital camera, the unknown woman was on every one of them.

"This is too damned weird," he told himself.

Her image must have been added by the camera, but he couldn't imagine how something like that could happen. It was almost like an instant, automatic Photoshop modification was being applied to all his photos.

Back at the office, he was pondering the strange transformation of his photos, when he happened to glance out the door and caught a fleeting glimpse of a woman in a red coat walking down the hall.

He jumped out of his chair, ran to the door, and looked down the hall in the direction the woman was walking, but there was no one there.

"I'm losing my fucking mind," Jake said to himself.

It was lunch time and his friend, Bill, asked he'd like to join him for lunch. Bill drove to a local fast food restaurant, and as they were about to enter the front door, Jake saw a tan Toyota pull away from the drive-through. It had the same license plate number as the one on his car.

Jake started running after the Toyota, but it had already turned down the street and sped away. He stopped and returned to the restaurant door.

"What's gotten into you?" Bill asked. He thought Jake looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Oh, I thought it was someone I knew," Jake lied. By now, Jake's hands were trembling.

They went back to the office after lunch and Jake couldn't get any work done, because he was constantly thinking about the woman in the red coat.

Around 3 PM, the receptionist called Jake to come to her desk. She said he had two visitors. When Jake arrived at the receptionist's desk, he discovered his visitors were two police officers.

"We need you to come with us," the first officer said. "We're taking you downtown for questioning."

"Please tell me what this is about," Jake pleaded. "I haven't done anything."

"You'll find out down at the station. Come with us."

Jake wondered what was going to happen to him as they drove downtown. At the station, Jake was introduced to a Detective Staunton and taken to a room for questioning.

Detective Staunton got to the point. "We've received a complaint from a woman who claims you've been stalking her. She got your license plate number and that led us to you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Jake felt like he'd been gored in the stomach by a charging bull.

"This is getting more bizarre by the minute," he said. "Look, I don't know what you're trying to pin on me, but I haven't been stalking anyone."

Telling the police that the woman in the red coat was in every one of his photos would surely prove that he really was stalking her, so he kept his mouth shut about his photos.

"She says wherever she goes, you're there with your camera, taking pictures of her. She also gave us her schedule. I want you to tell me where you were on the following dates," Detective Staunton demanded. "Where were you on the 15th?"

Jake had to recall his schedule. "Let's see, the 15th was a Monday. That Monday I was sent on assignment to the Rest Haven cemetery to take pictures of damage vandals had done to some of the headstones."

"Okay, were you at the 10K charity run on the 16th?"

"Yes, but again I was on assignment with the paper."

"How about the summer festival on the 19th?"

Jake thought about the date, "Yes I think that was the date I was on assignment there, too."

"And the 20th, where were you?" Detective Staunton asked.

Jake replayed his schedule in his head for a few seconds. "I was across town for the ribbon cutting at the new bridge."

"Does the name 'Annette Thompson' mean anything to you?" Detective Staunton asked.

"Yes. Why?"

"She tells us that you were sexually involved with her several years ago, and that you fathered her child."

"Wait a minute. Yes, we had an affair, but she never had a baby. In fact, she died about four years ago of mysterious circumstances. You can find her headstone at Rest Haven."

After half an hour of additional questioning, Detective Staunton released Jake and had an officer drive him back to the newspaper.

The next morning, Jake received a call from Detective Staunton. "Well, Mr Robinson, it appears you're off the hook. It's strange, if I have to say so myself, but we've been unable to contact Ms Thompson at the number we were given. Your story checked out. Her file indicates she'd been poisoned and is buried at Rest Haven. Her murder is still a cold case."

"Thank God they don't know any more details," Jake thought to himself.

"We appreciate your cooperation," Detective Staunton said, and hung up.

After the phone call ended, Jake opened some of the photos he'd recently taken. The woman in the red coat was always too far away to be recognized immediately, but Jake zoomed in on several photos, and the woman looked like his former lover.

Jake's phone rang; it was the receptionist. "Jake, you have a call waiting on line three. It's from Annette Thompson."

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(NymphWriter's finish)

Jake's phone rang a while later. "Hello."

"Hey Jake," said Michelle. "I got that answer for you. Those plates belong to a car that was stolen last month. You need to let the police know you saw it and where right away."

"Who's the owner?"

"Fredrick Barnes. He runs a local chain of clothing stores."

"Huh, okay. I'll let the cops know I found the car."

"Why were you asking anyway? Were you in an accident or something?"

"No," said Jake. "It was just... something felt wrong."

"Good thing you listen to your gut."

"You know I always do. Thanks Michelle."

Jake hung up the phone but knew something wasn't right. He called the police and told them about the car he had photographed, claiming the driver didn't seem to fit the car. The officer thanked him and said he'd follow up on the tip.

Jake thought about the pictures and the woman in the red coat. He went back through them again. She was very beautiful. She didn't strike him as a typical car thief. Something didn't sit right with him. He looked up the chain of clothing stores and found two near his home. With his camera in tow, he drove to the first one. A typical retail store with attractive sales girls and overpriced clothes. He asked about the owner and the manager said he was at the other store he was going to check out.

Jake quickly left and drove to the store. There he saw Mr. Barnes dressing a dark haired mannequin in a red coat, just like the mysterious woman was wearing. Jake stared at the mannequin and realized she looked just like the woman in his photographs.

"Beautiful isn't she," said Mr. Barnes.

"Excuse me," said Jake.

"The mannequin. She's beautiful. I know it's silly to use real mannequins that look like real women, but I find they just make the clothes look so much better."

"Oh yes, she is."

"So what can I do for you sir?"

"I'm Jake Robinson. I was told your car had been stolen a while back."

"Why yes it had. How did you know that?"

"Is this your car sir?" asked Jake handing Mr. Barnes the photograph.

Mr. Barnes smiled. "Why yes it is." He looked at his mannequin and smiled. "You naughty girl. You took my car now didn't you."

"Excuse me?" asked Jake.

Mr. Barnes laughed. "If I had know she had taken my car I would have never reported it to the police."

"Who?"

"Angelica of course. Oh yes, Jake Robinson, this is Angelica. Angelica was my first mannequin, and she's by far, my favorite."

"Your saying your mannequin stole your car."

"Not stole, borrowed. And I'm sure she's not the only one using it. But the fact you got a picture of her is rather unique. Mind if I keep this one?"

"Sure," said Jake even more confused than before.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"Honestly, no. It sounds like an episode of 'The Twilight Zone'."

Mr. Barnes laughed. "I'm sure it does. Let me explain if I can. Mannequins like Angelica were once everywhere. Every store had them. Then, someone decided the faceless forms were better. More generic. Mannequins like Angelica were destroyed or thrown in to the garbage without a care. I spent years finding as saving as many as I could. I use them all the time in my stores. My sales slowly started to grow. Then one night I was locked in my store doing my books when I heard a strange noise. It was then I saw it, my girls were alive. They were discussing ways to bring in more business. I may put Suzette or Angelica in a certain dress, and the next day they're wearing something else. My girls know what women want and what will look good on specific types of women."

"So you're saying they're alive?"

"Exactly!"

Jake shook his head. This was weirder than he expected. He looked up at the mannequin. She did resemble the woman from the photograph, but Jake thought it was just a coincidence. "Well Mr. Barnes, I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"No bother. Come back anytime. I'm sure Angelica would like to see you again."

Jake smiled. "Goodbye Mr. Barnes. Goodbye Angelica."

Jake kicked himself mentally all the way home. Why did he say goodbye to a mannequin? He arrived home and decided to check his job request sheet for next week. There was a Veteran's Day event, a store opening, and a children's book expo. He stared to fix himself dinner when a knock came to his door. Jake opened the door to see the dark haired woman in the red coat standing before him.

"Hello Jake."

"Hello?"

"Don't you recognize me? I'm Angelica."

"Are you real?"

"I'm as real as you are Jake. May I come in?"

Jake stepped back and she entered. She sat down on the couch. "Why are you here?"

"To ask you to not doubt me. I am what I am. And the fact that I chose you should tell you that you are special. To tell you that I want you to be mine. To help you find success as a photographer they way we all helped Mr. Barnes who saved our lives."

"And if I don't?"

"Do you really wish to find out?"

"Why me?"

"Why not you?"

Jake sighed. "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Angelica smiled. "I want something more than food."

Jake smiled. "I can fuck any girl I want. I'd like to get to know you a bit better first."

"Then that is what you shall have sir. And dinner does sound nice."

Jake proceeded into the kitchen to fix them something to eat.

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Mysterious Stranger



The bell above the carved wooden sign gave out a trill as the door was opened. Natty looked up from the dusty old periodical she had been perusing this past half hour. She gave a little gasp.

Him.

Again.

He had come into the shop every week for the past few months. Natty's assistant Viv teased her constantly about having a crush on him. Tall, with dark hair and piercing eyes, Natty had to admit he was crush worthy. She watched him for a moment as he looked at the window display that Viv had changed yesterday. Then he opened the door.

The drowsy air was wakened with the intake of wind and snow. He banged his feet on the doormat and stepped inside. Natty felt a slow tingling feeling deep inside. He turned to face the high counter behind which Natty sat, and smiled. Natty's eyes opened wide, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as if smiling had suddenly become contagious. 

"Can I help you?" Her voice sounded small and childlike in the relatively large room they were in. She glanced at the clock, noting that it was nearly closing time.

"Yes." The man's voice was rich and deep like butterscotch with the hint of an accent and it curled around Natty, making her feel warmer. "I'm looking for a first edition of this." He held up a copy of Beauty's Punishment and Natty felt her cheeks redden.

"The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy." She said softly.

"Yes. I noticed that you had a rather large section of erotica in your shop. Some really beautiful things."

She nodded, bemused. It was a pet secret of hers, this enjoyment of erotica. She felt as if he had read her hidden thoughts. "I don't have a first edition of that, but I can try and track one down for you." 

"That would be lovely." He looked at her for a moment. "Would you care to come have tea or coffee with me?" His voice was persuasive. She looked at the clock again and back at him. A little shiver ran up her spine. As if sensing her hesitation, he spoke again. "I promise I don't bite." The accompanying warm smile was too much for Natty. 

"Well, I was going to close up in ten minutes..."

"There's a great shop just around the corner." His voice was persuasive, and Natty nodded.

"I know that place. I've heard they do a great Earl Grey."

"Perfect." 

She slipped off her stool and went around to the back of the shop to grab her coat and lock up, feeling as if she were in a trance. In a moment she was beside him, her hand on the light switch. "The alarm gets set outside. I don't need the door open for that." She explained, pulling the heavy wooden door firmly shut with a satisfying clang. Her fingers flew quickly over the keypad of the alarm and in moments she stepped back into a circle of light from an overhead lamppost. The snow was fine but she could hear it scrunch under the soles of her boots.

"My name is Bram." He took her arm and guided her along the narrow walkways of the city. She resisted at first, but grew accustomed to the feel of his firm hand on her arm. It must be some European thing she mused. He spoke little, merely pointing out treacherous spots in the rutted sidewalk. She wondered at herself. Normally at this time she'd be heading home to her apartment, some dusty tome carefully wrapped up in oilskin, humming a tune and planning what she would have for dinner. She was a creature of habit. She liked her daily routine. Get up, get washed, get dressed and go to work. Day in the bookshop, maybe lunch on the small green space across from the shop, then home to read.

Yet here she was, being guided through the streets of the city by a perfect stranger. She blinked as a snowflake fell on her eyelashes and looked up at him.

"Almost there." 

In a few short steps they were at the bright entrance to the Russian Tea Room. He held the door for her and she scurried through, wiping the snow off her coat.

"Table for two. Someplace quiet." His voice cut through the idle chatter around them and the small, dapper man behind the counter nodded.

"Yes sir. Right this way." He led them through the labyrinthine of rooms, pausing here and there to have a word with a customer, or to drop a small joke into the conversation. Finally they came to a small room with an exquisitely carved table and chairs. The small man bowed, and Bram spoke to him quietly. He nodded and whisked out the door, pulling it firmly behind him.

"I ordered for us. I hope you don't mind." 

"No, not at all." She leaned back in her chair, trying to forget the oddness of her actions.

"You're not uncomfortable?" 

She laughed nervously. "Maybe a little." 

"Don't be." His hand came across the table and encompassed hers. She felt the warmth of his skin permeating her body.

"Don't you want to know my name?" She said.

"Yes, of course."

"Natasha. But people call me Natty." She looked around the small room, at the various pictures and articles festooning the walls. "I've never been here."

"What? Never?" he rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand and then turned it over to explore her palm.

"No. It's too expensive for me." Natty felt a slow heat spiraling out from where he touched her. This is madness. She didn't try to remove her hand.

"Have you read the books?" His voice jolted her back to reality.

"I...um...yes." She stammered, remembering the dog-eared pages of her paperback copies of the Sleeping Beauty Trilogy, resting in their spot under her bed. She wanted to bite her tongue after she realized she should have asked which books.

"What did you think?" his finger had made its way up her arm nearly to the crook of her elbow, gliding up her smooth skin and back down again.

"They're very well written..." she offered.

"When you read those words, do you long to be the captive princess Beauty?"

She made a move to extricate her arm but just then the door opened and the small man came in bearing a tray laden with delectable goodies. He set the teapot in the center of the table and gave Bram and Natty each an exquisite bone china teacup. For a few minutes Natty was spared as the man fussed about pouring the tea, but all too soon he was gone. Bram looked at Natty intently.

"Do you? I sense something inside of you, Natty. Something deep, something dark."

"How would you know that? We've just met." Natty exclaimed, taking a sip of the tea and instantly blowing on it to cool it down.

"I've watched you. Does that make you uncomfortable?" He leaned forward. Natty sat stock still.

"It does, a bit." She said slowly, her eyes never leaving his as if he were a dangerous creature that couldn't be trusted.

"I'm sorry. I know it was wrong of me but you intrigued me so. The bookstore, it belongs to you?" 

"Yes." Natty replied nervously.

"So you are the one who orders all the books." His face looked smug. "I couldn't help noticing the extensive collection of erotica. I assume it's of particular interest to you?"

"I...uhm..." she twisted her feet around the rungs of her chair and blushed.

"No need to be ashamed, it's of interest to me as well." He held up the parcel containing Beauty's Punishment and smiled. "This subject is of interest to me, greatly. Are you shocked, Natty?"

She lowered her eyes. "No." her voice was small.

He reached forwards and took her chin in his hands, lifting her face to him. "Yes, you are. Shocked but a little exited too. I can tell."

Her flush deepened as she was forced to look into his eyes. Such beautiful, deep eyes. Full of intensity and something more...an underlying sadness? She shook herself mentally. "What do you do? For a living, I mean?"

"Trying to change the subject? Well, this time I'll let you as you're so very sweet. I'm a photographer. Freelance. I love it."

"That must be very interesting." Natty moved backwards a fraction, and his hand left her chin. 

"It is. I do some journalism work and some private work. Mostly portraits. I'd love to photograph you. With those high cheekbones I bet the camera loves you."

"I never...that is, I don't like having my picture taken." 

"You would if it were me behind the lens." He smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "Come on, give it a try. I'll let you have the negatives if you hate them."

"Really?" Natty sat forward, eyes huge.

"Cross my heart." Bram made and exaggerated crossing motion across his chest and Natty laughed. "That's a girl. You only live once. Let's capture that beauty."

"I don't know..." Natty bit her lip. "I don't normally do this sort of thing." She gestured around her. "Not even go out to tea with strangers."

"But I'm not a stranger now, am I?" Bram gave a small laugh. "Here's my card, so you know I'm legit." He reached inside his breast pocket and withdrew a small card. Natty took it and read it.

"Bram Jordan. Photographer." She read. "Not a whole lot of info, is there?" She made to hand it back but Bram waved her away.

"Keep it."

Natty bent down and tucked it inside her purse. She took longer than was strictly necessary, using the moment to ponder his offer. It couldn't hurt...a part of her was thinking, then, You don't know this man! The latter voice sounded suspiciously like her mother. Natty sat back up and cleared her throat. "Well, maybe..."

"That's great! Let's finish up here then we can go back to my studio."

"What, tonight?" Natty squeaked. "I don't know..."

"No time like the present." He took a cake from the tiered tray and bit into it with obvious enjoyment. "Take the bull by the horns, Natty."

She reached out and took a macaroon. How long was it since she had been out with a man? She couldn't remember. Over a year, certainly. She had gotten into a rut. Work, read, eat, repeat. She looked at Bram from under her eyelashes.

"All right. Just let me call my friend to let her know where I'll be." Natty took out her mobile. She paused, hand poised over the keypad. "Where is your studio?"

"Vine and forty seventh. Number 774."

Natty dialed her friend Viv's number. After four rings he picked up. "Hullo?"

"It's Natty. Listen, I'm going out tonight."

"Going out! That's great, Natty! With who? A man?" Viv's voice went from sleepy to animated in a second.

"Yes. I just want you to know in case..." she trailed off, looking at Bram. He smiled encouragingly and she continued. "The address is vine and forty seventh. Number 774."

"Gotcha. I'm writing it down. Did you make sure to put on clean knickers this morning?" Viv drawled.

"Good bye, Viv." Natty said firmly and pressed the end button before he could embarrass her any more.

"You're a smart girl, to call your friend like that." Bram said. "Although you're perfectly safe with me."

Natty blushed. "Viv works with me. But she's also my best friend." 

"That small blonde girl I've seen in the shop?" 

"Yes, that's her." Natty said, toying with her teacup.

"Shall we go?" Bram stood suddenly and picked up Natty's coat. He held it out to her, and she slipped her arms inside, feeling a little glow of pleasure. How long had it been since anyone was that chivalrous with her? Never, the little voice inside her head said. They left the tea room and Bram hailed a cab. "Normally I'd drive, but I didn't bring the car. I like the walk to your bookshop."

The cab pulled up outside a row of shops, all very upscale looking. Bram paid the driver and helped her out, then took a ring of keys from his pocket. He led her to the shop on the far end, and above it in modern print was the title, B. Jordan Photography. Natty waited as he unlocked the door, then she was inside. He flipped a switch and the interior flooded with light. She looked around with interest. The walls were hung with black and white photographs, some landscapes but mostly portraits. Moody and atmospheric, Natty thought, strolling around the shop to look at them.

"May I take your coat?" Bram was behind her, and Natty jumped. She allowed him to slip the coat off, heart hammering in her chest. 

"Thank you." She murmured, trying to appear calm. He went through a door behind the counter and in a moment soft music was playing.

"I always like to play music when I shoot, it sets the tone." He said easily, moving back beside Natty. He pointed to a picture of a dowager with a small tiara. "That's the Duchess of Nordberg. She was a pain to photograph; she kept telling me how to do my own job." 

Natty giggled. "Who's that?" she pointed to a picture of a pompous looking young man who stared belligerently out of the frame as if to tell everyone he was beneath having his portrait taken.

"That's the Duchess' son, Norval. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree." He winked at Natty and she giggled again. They went around the entire shop, Bram telling her what each portrait was, giving little snippets of information both funny and serious. When they had finished Natty realized with a shock that she was no longer frightened.

"Shall we shoot some photos?" Bram asked.

Natty nodded. He led the way to the back room, and switched on the light there. The room was filled with various props, from a tall, rather imposing carved chair to the smallest wooden rocking horse. "I do a lot of portraits of children." Bram explained, seeing where Natty was looking. She scanned the room and saw, in the corner, an unusual settee. "That's called a fainting couch. The lack of arms makes it perfect for posing pretty girls." 

Natty flushed. Did he expect her to pose on that? Bram moved easily about the studio, taking out a camera and positioning lights. "Have a seat." He indicated the tall chair and she sighed a breath of relief. She sat down on the chair and watched him, his hands agile and easy with the equipment. She noticed the way his broad shoulders moved under the thin material of his shirt.

"I'm going to do a few head shots of you first, to capture that dreamy look you have." He bent down and moved her face, the touch oddly intimate although Natty supposed he did that to all his clients. She stilled, keeping the position he wanted. "Why so scared, Natty?" He stepped back, holding the camera up to his face. "Those eyes are too expressive. Must get you into trouble." His fingers worked on the camera and Natty heard a series of clicks. "Beautiful. Could you tilt your head to the left a bit?" Natty tilted her head obediently and he nodded. "Good girl."

At the sound of those words Natty felt as if her insides had turned into molten goo. Good girl. Why did she so long to be called that? He moved around her, snapping photos as he moved. From time to time he would either move her face gently or ask her to move it. She felt almost drowsy, but her nerves were tingling with something completely different from fatigue.

"Right. I've gotten a lot of good shots. I'll let you take a break. Would you like a drink?" he put the camera down and smiled at Natty. She stood, stretching her arms above her head. "Never knew posing for a few pictures could be so tiring, did you?" He joked, and Natty smiled. "I have a bottle of wine in the fridge out back, would you like a glass?" He moved towards the door. 

"I don't know..." she said doubtfully.

"I'm not trying to get you drunk, sweet girl." He laughed. Natty laughed with him.

"Well, just one." She agreed, and he motioned for her to follow. She padded after him into a small room out back that served as a tiny kitchen. "Sometimes I eat here, when I have a long day shooting." He explained.

"Yes, that makes sense." Natty watched him open the small fridge and take out a bottle of white. 

"Do you like Chardonnay?" he asked, pulling two glasses out of a cupboard.

"Mmm, yes." Natty nodded.

"Good." He uncorked the wine and poured two glasses, handing one to Natty. "Here's to the lovely Natty and her new career as a muse." He clinked his glass against hers and took a sip. Natty followed suit, bemused.

They drank the wine in silence for a few minutes, Bram's eyes never leaving Natty's face. She shifted on her stool a bit uncomfortably. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked softly. "I hope not."

"I'm just not used to being scrutinized." She explained. "I feel like I have something in my teeth."

"Get used to it, Natty." He lifted the glass to his lips and drank. 

She felt the same languorous feeling in her limbs, as if she were floating on a warm sea. She thought his words should alarm her, but somehow she felt relaxed. Must be the wine, she thought to herself. In a few moments he refilled their glasses. Natty started to protest but he shushed her. "You don't have to drink it if you don't want to." 

"It's very good." Natty murmured.

"Yes, a good year. Would you like to take it back into the studio, if you're ready to shoot some more?"

"What time is it?" Natty asked, suddenly aware that it must be late.

"Almost eleven. Do you have to be home for some reason?"

Natty thought about her small apartment which would be cold and empty. The thought of going back there seemed depressing, suddenly. "No, I don't."

"Good. I want to take some more pictures of you. I promise I'll get you home by midnight, if that's what you want."

"Okay." Natty stood from her stool and followed him back to the studio. She felt a bit lightheaded and wondered if she was being stupid.

"I'd love for you to lie on the fainting couch, if you're comfortable with that." He motioned towards the delicate looking couch and Natty nodded. "Good girl." She sat down awkwardly, but Bram moved her arms and legs, draping her over the couch until he was satisfied. She wondered at herself, alone with a man and letting him touch her body. 

"For these I want you to think about the thing you most desire in life. I want to see that hunger in your eyes. I've seen it before, when you were in the shop looking at book catalogues. Now let's try for something a bit more...personal." He moved around her with the camera again and Natty thought about her fantasies. Nobody knew about them, not even Viv. The well worn copy of Beauty's Punishment. The idea of belonging to somebody, surrendering body and soul. 

"Excellent. You must be thinking of something wonderful. Your eyes..." Bram bent down close to her face. Natty's breath quickened. He moved closer. "I've never seen such soulful eyes. Natty of the mysterious heart." His lips brushed hers and she gasped against him. 

"I...you..." Natty stammered, sitting up. Bram smiled down at her.

"Not ready yet, beautiful girl?"

"No...I mean..." She looked beseechingly up at him.

"It's all right. I don't want to rush you." He picked up the camera and set it down on a shelf. "I'll take you home now."

He got her coat and within minutes they were inside his sleek black car heading towards her apartment. She sat there, wondering what she was feeling. 

"Tell me what you're thinking." Bram asked softly, putting one hand on her knee.

"I don't know exactly." She admitted.

"Yes. You're unused to this sort of attention. I frightened you. The last thing I want to do is scare you off, Natty. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." 

"Good. Here we are." He hopped out of the car and went around to open her door. She got out and fumbled with her purse, searching for her keys. On the doorstep she turned to look at him. He reached down and took her hand, turning it over and kissing the palm. "Sweet dreams, sweet girl." He said, and then he was gone.

Natty opened the door and stepped inside. Everything seemed different, somehow. It's not your apartment, Natty, it's you. She took off her coat and went into the kitchen as if she were sleepwalking. She got the ovaltine out of the cupboard and went to the fridge for milk. As she made the comforting drink she remembered his hands on her body, the touch of his lips on hers. It had been a very interesting evening. She popped the mug into the microwave and went to put on her pajamas. As she was changing she looked at herself in the mirror. What did he see that she didn't?




Mysterious Stranger



She took the drink and sat on the sofa. She thought about his questions in the tea room. Did she long to be captive Beauty in the books? She imagined herself leashed and led by Bram, and an aching hunger began between her legs. She set down the mug and slowly slipped her hand into the waist of her pajamas. Stroking herself to the thought of belonging to him, body and soul, she shuddered out her pleasure. At the climax she said his name. Bram.

After she lay awake for a long time. Wondering if he would come back into the shop tomorrow. She slipped off into sleep with that thought in her head.













Chapter two

"Tell me all about your mystery man." Viv unwound her scarf and stepped out of her snow boots. "I'm dying to know. Who was it?"

Natty sighed. She expected this interrogation but not this early in the morning. "Let me drink my tea, woman." She said, giving Viv a playful poke in the shoulder.

"Ow! Hurry up then. I can't wait much longer." Viv bustled about the shop, straightening books here and there, occasionally taking out a book and placing it back in its intended spot. Natty sat on her stool and watched the steam rise from her cup. Part of her wanted to keep it a secret, her own lovely secret, but Viv was her best friend, and they told each other everything. Finally she set her mug down. In an instant Viv was in front of her.

"Spill it, sister." 

"It was mystery man." Natty admitted, blushing.

"OH MY GOD!" Viv screamed, putting her hands on Natty's shoulders.

"I'd like to keep my hearing, if you don't mind." Natty protested, a small grin forming on her face.

"Mystery man! Oooh, where did he take you? What did you do?" Viv hopped around impatiently.

"We went to his studio downtown. He's a photographer. He took some pictures of me."

"You let him photograph you? You, who duck out of every picture I attempt to take of you?" Viv was incredulous.

"Yes. I don't know what came over me..." Natty remembered the camera snapping over and over. Somehow it had seemed right last night.

"What else? Did he seduce you?" 

"No!" Natty nearly shouted. "No. We had a glass of wine." She looked uncomfortably away.

"He kissed you." Viv breathed.

"Not really. It was sort of a near miss." Natty admitted, remembering the feather light touch of his lips against hers.

"You want more!" Viv squealed. "Admit it! It's so obvious. You never could hide anything from auntie Viv."

"I'm not sure..." Natty said slowly. "I was in a kind of a daze."

"You're just being your usual scaredy cat self." Viv put her hands on her hips and glared at Natty. "When's the last time you had sex?" Natty gasped. "See, you're even uptight talking about it. You have to get over that, woman, or you'll end up an old cat lady in a stinky apartment."

"Thanks a lot, Viv." Natty said dryly. "It was nice, but he was a bit...overpowering. We went for tea and he caressed my arm." 

Viv's eyes went wide. "Caressed it? How? Describe in detail." She pushed up her sleeve and held her arm out to Natty. With a sigh, Natty began to trace along the inside of Viv's arm sensuously. Just then the bell over the shop rang and both girls jumped. The door swung open and a tall figure stepped in.

Bram.

Viv poked Natty and Natty gave her a filthy look. Viv picked up a feather duster and pretended to be dusting the best sellers. But Natty noticed she stayed within earshot.

"Hello, Natty." Bram's sensuous voice enveloped Natty and last night came back to her.

"Hello." Natty swallowed hard. She didn't seem to be able to form a sentence.

"You must be tired, you got home late and it's early now."

"I don't sleep that much. Five hours is okay for me." 

Bram smiled and produced a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. Viv let out a little noise but continued dusting. Natty looked at the beautiful flowers transfixed. "For me?" she managed.

"Yes, for you." He handed them to her and she buried her nose in them, inhaling the sweet scent.

"I'll go get a vase." Viv piped up, disappearing into the back room.

"That's the indomitable Viv, I take it?" Bram sounded amused.

"That's her. My best friend, coworker and nanny rolled into one." Natty smiled shyly. "Thank you."

"My pleasure. I was up half the night developing the film. I couldn't wait." He opened his coat and produced a small packet. "They came out beautifully. You're even more photogenic than I hoped." He opened the packet and took out a photo. Natty, close up, her eyes fathomless, the faintest of smiles on her lips.

Viv appeared behind Natty's shoulder and gasped. "Natty, you look so beautiful."

"Doesn't she?" Bram agreed, taking another photo out. This time Natty was on the fainting couch, draped languidly over the back, a look of dreamy sensuality on her face.

"Is that you?" Viv breathed.

"It is indeed." Bram smiled. "She's an excellent subject."

"I bet the wine didn't hurt." Viv observed, and Natty turned to glare at her. Viv held up a tall milkglass vase and waved it. "I come bearing gifts."

Natty laughed, and Bram joined in. Viv took the flowers from Natty and went to fill the vase with water. "Alone at last." Bram said, a wicked twinkle in his eye. "I'm whisking you away for lunch. Hope you haven't any plans."

"No, I don't." Natty said. "Viv can hold down the shop. Its never that busy in here anyway."

"Good girl" Bram nodded. "Oh, I brought you a present." He rummaged around inside his coat and produced a prettily wrapped parcel. Natty took it, eyes wide.

"You shouldn't have." She touched the rose colored ribbon gently.

"Open it. Before Viv comes back" Bram gave her a conspiratorial smile. Natty pulled the ribbon off and carefully removed the paper. Inside was a slim leather bound book embossed with gold.

"What is it?" Natty turned it over, not recognizing the title.

"Its along the lines of the Beauty trilogy. But I think its even better." 

Natty blushed to the roots of her hair. "I couldn't." she held the book out, hand trembling slightly.

"Yes you can, and you will." His voice was firm, and Natty's hand withdrew. "On one condition."

"Condition?" Natty said.

"Yes. You have to read it to me." 

"I couldn't!" Natty protested, looking anywhere but at the man standing in front of her.

"I assume you can read?" Bram quipped. 

"Of course." 

"You will read it to me. Starting tonight." His tone brooked no argument. Natty nodded, the unreal feeling coming over her again. Viv returned and Natty slipped the book under the blotting paper.

"What did I miss?" Viv set the flowers down on the counter.

"I'm stealing your boss away to lunch in a few hours." 

"Good." Viv said, "Natty needs to have some fun."

"Viv..." Natty hissed. "I'm right here."

"So you are." Viv agreed. "But I was talking to your suitor."

Natty got up and stormed into the back room. Bram watched her go, thoughtfully. "Tell me about her." He demanded.

"About Natty?" Viv looked nonplussed, then warmed to her subject. "She's hardworking. Loyal. Stubborn. Dreamy. She can be funny as hell. Then it turns on a dime and she's melancholy." Viv paused, thinking. "She's generous and thoughtful, and she kicks ass at pool."

"That's enough to go on." Bram said with a laugh. "I'll be back at noon. Don't torment her any more." He left the photos on the counter and Viv went through them. After a while Natty came out. 

"These are great, Nat." Viv said, holding up a photo of Natty, all eyes and cheekbones.

"He's talented." Natty shrugged.

"Its more than that. You have to come out of your shell sometime. Let it be now, please Natty?"

"I'm going to lunch with him, Viv. Let's take it one step at a time." Natty sighed.

"I just don't want you to blow it." 

"Nice. Thanks for the vote of confidence." Natty started to rearrange the flowers idly.

"Sorry if that sounded harsh, Nat. But you know you're a homebird. When's the last time you were out on a date?"

"You probably know better than I do." Natty pulled a rose out of the vase and inhaled the scent.

"I can't remember. That's not a good sign." Viv looked at her friend with a mixture of exasperation and love.

"Two dates in two days, Viv. Get off my case." Natty carefully replaced the rose. "Voila. How does it look?" 

"It's beautiful." Viv looked at the arrangement for a moment. "I think I might be jealous. Handsome man comes in and whisks you off your feet. It's the stuff of fairy tales, Nat."

"I know." Natty's hand moved subconsciously towards the book under the blotter. "I'm more surprised than you are."

"I'm not surprised. Look at you. You're beautiful, smart, caring, and a hell of a good friend." 

Natty shook her head. "I'm nothing special." 

"Someone seems to think you are." Viv touched the flowers. "Now, we had better get back to work, because I'm not busting my ass while you're out with Romeo." She picked up a catalogue and handed it to Natty.

"The January order!" Natty groaned. "I forgot about it." She sat down, paged open the catalogue and began to read. Viv smiled and picked up the duster, this time to go over the shop for real.

***

At twelve o clock sharp the bell rang. Natty, who had been engrossed in the January order, looked up to see Bram entering. Her heart began to race.

"Hard at work, I see." He grinned.

"I forgot to place my order for next month." Natty explained.

"I hope that won't preclude us going out for lunch" Bram said, raising one eyebrow.

"I really shouldn't..." Natty waved her hand helplessly towards the catalog. Just then Viv appeared.

"I know what we need. I'll finish the order and call it in." she offered.

"Perfect." Bram smiled warmly at her. "Now fetch your coat, Natasha. I have something planned."

Natty made a faint noise of protest but Viv bustled her into the back room. Natty emerged with her coat on and Bram offered his arm. Natty took it, feeling an electrical charge at his touch.

"Don't hurry back." Viv called after them.

Outside, snow was falling lightly. The shops along the streets were glowing with Christmas lights. Natty felt as if she were inside a giant snowglobe. "My car's just around the corner." Bram said.

"Isn't this a lovely time of the year?" Natty breathed. 

"Yes it is." Bram agreed. "All the lights and the happy faces. What do you do for Chrismas, pretty Natty?"

"I usually go home. My parents live upstate, and I don't get to see them much with the shop being open year round and all."

"Are you a happy family?" Bram asked, guiding her over an icy patch.

"Well..." Natty began, unsure of what to say. "Every family has it's ups and downs, I suppose." 

"I'm thinking that Natty's family had more downs?" His voice was gentle.

"When I moved to the city, to open my shop, things got better between my family and me."

"How so?"

"I wasn't constantly under their thumb, for one thing."

They got to the car and Bram opened her door. Natty slid inside. Bram got in and pulled away from the curb. "Where are we going?" Natty asked, looking at his profile.

He turned to smile down at her. "It's a surprise."

They drove for awhile, Bram turning on the radio which played Christmas carols softly. "Oh, this is my favorite!" Natty exclaimed. She hummed along to it for a moment, and then, without thinking, began to sing.

"You have a lovely voice." Bram said when the carol finished.

Natty blushed. "I love to sing." She admitted.

"You should sing every day." Bram put on his directionals and pulled smoothly into a long drive. There were no signs indicating what was ahead.

Natty looked around her. There were pine trees and slender birches, covered in a light dusting of snow. They seemed far from the bustle of the city. "I didn't know this was here." She said wonderingly. They snaked up the long drive until it turned suddenly revealing what could only be described as a Manor House. It was decorated with white lights, and the bushes and small trees around it were festooned with the same twinkling fairy lights. Natty gasped.

"Welcome to Corbyn Manor." Bram pulled the car smoothly into a huge garage.

"It's beautiful!" Natty exclaimed. "What is it?"

"It's a private club I belong to." Bram said, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"What sort of club?" Natty asked.

"You'll find out, Natty. In good time." He slid out of the car and came around to help her out. They crunched through the snow to the imposing front door. Bram rang the bell and in moments the doors swung open revealing a butler dressed in a manner befitting a royal estate.

"Mr. Jordan. Good to see you, Sir." The butler took Bram's coat, then Natty's. He led them down a long corridor into a spacious room that was set with a round table then disappeared down the hall. Bram pulled out a chair and Natty sat, eyeing the furnishings.

"It's very grand." She said, looking at what appeared to be a Louis XIV sideboard.

"Yes, it is. But it's my second home." Bram sat, then reached across the table for Natty's hand. She gave it to him, hesitantly. Just then the door opened and what looked like a footman in full livery entered, bearing a tray. He set the tray down on the sideboard and with a flourish, lifted the lid. 

"I hope you like Cornish game hens." Bram smiled as the footman dished the small bird onto each of their plates. There were also asparagus and melted butter. Natty put her napkin on her lap and waited for Bram to begin. The footman took the tray out of the room, leaving them alone. Bram picked up a spear of asparagus and dipped it into the melted butter. He leaned over the table and said softly, "Open." Natty was confused for a moment, then heat flooded her body as she realized what he wanted. She opened her mouth and he slid the spear between her lips carefully. She bit down, savoring the buttery spear.

"I want to feed you, Natty." Bram said, pushing his chair back and motioning for her to come to him. She obeyed, not knowing why she was. He patted his lap and pulled her down onto it, then cut a sliver of meat off the bird. He picked it up with his fingers and slid it into her mouth. She made a little moan and he nodded. "It's good, yes?" Natty nodded, unsure if the groan was from the succulent morsel or from being fed in such an intimate manner.

He continued to feed her, taking bites for himself in between. Natty sat on his lap as one hypnotized, opening her mouth and tasting his fingers as well as the meal. When the plate was empty, Bram wiped her mouth with the napkin. The footman came in as if by a magical cue, whisking the plates away. He didn't raise an eyebrow at Natty sitting on Bram's lap. Natty flushed, and hid her head in Bram's shoulder.

"So shy. Pretty Natty, your shyness becomes you. But I will have you be bold for me yet." The footman reentered bearing another tray. He pulled off the cover to reveal a tall fluted glass filled with fruit and whipped cream. Bram picked up the spoon and slipped a bite of the cream into Natty's mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the creaminess. "Tell me, Natty. Have you ever fulfilled any of your Sleeping Beauty fantasies?"

Natty's eyes flew wide open. "How do you mean?" she whispered. Bram fished out a strawberry and fed it to her.

"Has anyone ever claimed you before, lovely Natty?" He watched her closely for her reaction. She sat rigid in his lap, trying to form an answer.

"Be honest. I know it's what you crave." Bram's voice was silky.

"I..." Natty began, then stopped.

"I don't think so." Bram mused. "But for such an exquisite prize not to be claimed..." he shook his head. "Unthinkable."

Natty's breathing grew rapid. "I think I want to go back to the shop now." She finally managed.

"And miss the other part of the surprise?" 

"There's more?" Natty asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry I frightened you. No more of that talk for now." Bram lifted her off his lap and stood. He took her hand and led her out to the enormous foyer. The butler appeared with their coats. Natty wondered at how the staff seemed to know exactly when things were needed. Bram slipped the coat onto Natty's shoulders and led her outside. On the front driveway sat a sleigh, drawn by a snow white horse.

Natty gasped. "Is this the surprise?"

Bram chuckled. "It is. I thought you might like a spin through the grounds. "They're lovely this time of year." He offered her his hand and helped her up onto the high seat. He jumped up beside her and took the reigns.

"You're a man of many talents, it seems." Natty said admiringly.

"You haven't seen the half of them." Bram looked down at her with a wicked smile. Natty squirmed. "But you will in time, my lady." The ground seemed to fly under them as they made their way through the forest.

"It seems unreal that all this is here, so close to the city." Natty said.

"Yes. It's a hidden gem. And we do a lot to keep it that way." 

"We?"

"The members of our club. We enjoy the privacy the estate allows us." Bram looked thoughtful. "I doubt if an unwanted visitor has shown up here in fifty years."

Natty ventured, "You never told me what sort of club it is." 

Bram turned to her, his expression serious. "If I told you, you'd never come back." Natty shivered. Bram reached down and produced a soft blanket. He stopped the sleigh and tucked it around her tenderly. "Is that better?" 

Natty nodded. "Yes, thank you." She looked at the beautiful scenery but her mind was in a turmoil. If I told you, you'd never come back? What the hell did that mean? She was silent for long minutes. Finally she spoke. "You're not some sort of devil worshipping cult, are you?"

Bram laughed. "Oh Natty. Your imagination astounds me. We aren't a cult, no. But we do worship something."

"What?"

Bram hesitated. Then he looked at her. "Natasha, you are a woman. You seem like a girl, but you have lived, yes?"

"Yes, I've lived." Natty said, confused.

"We worship the pleasures of the flesh." Bram said softly, watching for her reaction.

Natty swallowed. Even she had an idea of what that meant. "You mean you have orgies and stuff?" 

"Not orgies, exactly. I can see I've piqued your interest."

"It's just that...I've never seen such a place." She said, uncomfortably.

Bram put his hand on her arm. "I know you're shocked, and a little frightened. I promised myself I wouldn't rush you. But I want you, Natasha."

"Want me?" 

"Like in the books. I want to own you." Bram's voice was hoarse. "Like Princess Beauty."

Natty bowed her head, overwhelmed. "I think I need to go home now." She said softly.

"I understand. I will take you back. But consider what I said." Bram turned the sleigh back on the path leading to the mansion. In moments Natty could see the roof. "Don't be frightened. I wouldn't harm you."

Natty looked away, every line of her body that of a spooked animal. "Please." 

"Please what, sweet girl?" Bram soothed. "I'll do anything you want."

"I need to go back." Her voice was small but firm.

"Certainly." The sleigh pulled up to the front of the Manor and the footman appeared out of nowhere, taking the reigns from Bram. They walked back to the garage wordlessly. Bram opened her door and Natty slid in. She was shaking a bit, she found. He drove her back to the shop, his eyes on the road. When they got there, Natty opened her door hastily before he could get out and open it for her. 

"I fear I've ruined things." Bram said.

"I have to go." Natty said, shutting the door. He watched as she went through the door under the carved wooden sign. He gave a sigh and turned the car around, heading for his studio.





Chapter 3

Viv took one look at Natty's face and helped the shaken girl onto one of the plush seats normally reserved for customers. "What happened?"

Natty shook her head. "He took me to a club." She said.

"That sounds okay..." Viv said, cautiously.




Mysterious Stranger



"Then on a sleigh ride."

"That sounds marvelous. Why are you shaking?" Viv rubbed Natty's hands between hers.

"The club. It's a sex club." Natty's voice sounded strange, dreamy.

"What!" Viv stood, shocked. "How do you know?"

"He pretty much told me. Then he said he wanted to own me. Like in the books."

"The Roquelaire books?" Viv asked.

"Yes."

"What did you say?" 

"I told him I needed to go." Natty said.

"Do you want to?" Viv asked slowly.

"Want to what?" Natty looked at Viv for the first time.

"Want him to own you? I know how much you love those books. Nat, I know it sounds weird. But think about it. He's rich. Handsome. Charming. And he obviously wants you badly."

"But who does that? It's a fantasy!" Natty suddenly seemed to snap to attention.

"It is. But he seems to be able to make the fantasy reality:"

"Viv. I hardly know him. He goes to a SEX CLUB for god's sake."

"I know this sounds crazy but I think you should give him a chance." Viv pulled the book out from under the blotter sheepishly. "I read some of it. When you were out. It's amazing stuff, Nat. Everything you ever dreamed of. Take it home, read it. I'll close up tonight." Viv handed her the book. Natty took it, turning it over in her hands.

"I'll read it. But I'm not promising anything."

"Go home. Get some rest." Viv insisted. Natty stood slowly. She was still wearing her coat. "Take the flowers too." Viv handed her the milk glass vase. As if she were sleepwalking, Natty opened the door and started home.

She hardly saw the lights on the streetlamps blink on, illuminating the wreaths that hung above. She walked slowly, thinking about the afternoon. When she got to her apartment, she opened the door and stooped to get the mail. She started the kettle before she even took off her coat. Then thinking better of it, she turned of the stove and went to the bathroom. She ran the bathwater, putting in a generous amount of bubble bath. Then, slipping out of her clothes, she sank into the tub. The hot water soothed her, and stopped her shaking after a few minutes. She stayed in the tub longer than usual, trying to make her mind a blank.

You're going to have to think about it sooner or later. She got out and drained the tub. The mirror was fogged up, and she found herself writing "Bram" on the glass. She wiped it out and went to her room where she pulled on her pajamas. She went back out to the kitchen and started leafing through the mail. Bills, a book catalogue. Then an envelope. Thick and creamy, with an embossed logo. She checked again. Yes, it was addressed to her. Full of curiosity she slid a finger underneath the flap and opened it.

You are cordially invited to visit the Dante club. Proper attire required. There was an unfamiliar address, then the words Corbyn Manor jumped out at her. Her mouth went dry as she realized what it was. She held it by one corner as if it were a poisonous snake. "It can't be." She breathed. She looked at it again. No date, no time. She thought about the long driveway, the secluded grounds. Bram's words came back to her. It's a hidden gem. And we do a lot to keep it that way. No wonder they didn't want prying eyes. She picked up the slim book and went to her bedroom. She lay down on the bed, facedown and began to read. Soon she felt her hips moving as she ground against the mattress. She stopped herself, shocked. The book was amazing, as Viv said. But what was she, an animal?

She dropped the book onto the floor and shut out the light. She lay there in the dark, her body aflame. Like in the books. I want to own you. Like Princess Beauty. Bram's voice, low and seductive, echoed in her mind. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. The insidious heat between her thighs made it impossible. With a little cry of annoyance she turned the light back on. Picked up the book. And began to read.

***

"Look what the cat dragged in." Viv greeted Natty. "I could move to Hawaii using those bags you've got under your eyes."

"I know. No need to remind me." Natty sat on her stool and began leafing through the latest catalogue. 

"Spill the beans. Why were you up late? Did a certain someone come to visit?" 

"No. I just couldn't sleep." Natty replied irritably.

"Okay, okay. Don't tell auntie Viv." Viv sauntered away huffily. Natty engrossed herself in the books for sale, and soon it was nearly lunchtime. She looked at the clock and thought with a start, he hasn't come in today. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. She thought of the little book and her cheeks burned. She found herself watching the door. Six o clock came, and Viv came in to get her coat.

"Want to catch a movie?" she offered.

Natty shook her head. "Not tonight, thanks." 

Viv shrugged. "See you tomorrow. Get some rest." Natty didn't look up as she left the store. The familiar chime of the bell sounded as she walked out. A draft wove it's way around Natty, and she shivered. She had a sudden feeling that she wasn't alone in the store. She stood up and took a bat out from under the desk.

There was a shadow on the wall and Natty raised the bat. A tall figure came around the corner.

"Bram." Natty said, lowering the bat.

"I'm sorry, Natasha. I couldn't stay away." He moved towards her, then stopped.

"I read the book." Natty said softly.

"What did you think?" Bram's voice was hopeful.

"I tried not to. But I couldn't help myself." Natty remembered the night before and lowered her eyes. "It was amazing."

"You liked it?" Bram moved a half step closer. Natty put down the bat. 

"Yes. I also got an invitation."

"To the club." Bram said. "I invited you. I'm sorry if it scared you."

"It does scare me, frankly. I'm terrified. But I thought about what you said." She swallowed. "Wanting to own me."

"And?" Bram stood still, as if she were a woodland creature he didn't want to scare off.

"And I can't say yes. Not now. Not until I know you better."

Bram closed the distance between them and touched her shoulder gently. She moved towards him and he enveloped her in an embrace. "You won't regret this, Natty. You're a smart girl, not saying yes yet. I admire that about you. Of course we can get to know one another better."

Natty drew back, dazed. "I can't believe this."

"It will be magical, I promise. Everything you ever dreamed of, and more."

She took a deep breath. "I can't believe this is real." He bent down and brushed his lips against hers gently, cautiously. She moaned slightly and he deepened the kiss. She parted her lips and felt his tongue slipping inside, stroking her lips, finding her tongue. He held her close, and she could feel the heat of his body. They stayed like that for long moments, savoring each others' mouths. Finally Bram drew back. 

"Can I take you home?" he asked hoarsely. Natty hesitated a moment. "Nothing needs to happen if you don't want it to. I just want to feel you close to me."

Natty nodded shyly. She got her coat and locked up the store, feeling as if she weren't in her own body. In the car she watched the lights passing by, a blur of red and green. She thought about the years she had spent alone, too afraid of getting close to someone. When they got to his apartment he opened the door for her. She got out and looked at the brownstone building. "It's lovely." 

"Yes, I like it." Bram led her up the stairs and unlocked the door. Inside, he switched on the lights and Natty looked around. It was beautifully furnished, European looking. Paintings hung on the walls and she instinctively knew they weren't prints. He took her coat and she walked around, touching things and exporing.

"Drink?" he was in the kitchen and Natty followed him in. He held up a bottle of crimson colored wine.

"Yes." Natty looked around. Copper pots hung on the walls, and there were utensils in a jar. On the open shelves were tempting looking jars of olives and pickles. Pasta in glass containers. Bottles with writing Natty couldn't make out. The kitchen of a cook. Not a 'for show' kitchen. She noticed an apron hanging on a peg.

"I love to cook." Bram handed her a glass and she held it up to the light, enjoying the rich color. He took the apron down off the peg and showed it to her. "Who's the Daddy?" was embroidered on the front.

"You have children?" Natty asked, surprised.

"No. I don't" Bram winked at her and she sipped her wine, bemused. "Are you hungry?" he opened the fridge and took out some cheeses and wrapped meat. 

She realized with a shock that she was famished. "I forgot to eat today." She admitted. He gave a little Tsk of annoyance and began to slice the cheese. 

"We can't have that, Natasha." He arranged the various cheeses on a platter, interspersing it with delicious looking prosciutto and other meats. Natty reached forward and took a piece of cheese, nibbling it. He produced some crusty bread and sliced it, heaping it with the meat and cheese. He handed it to her and said, "Eat. No nibbling."

She sipped the delicious wine and ate the food. He watched her, and she felt curiously unselfconscious. After she finished he tidied up and turned to her. "Would you like a bath?" 

Natty nodded. "I haven't brought any clothes with me, though."

"We'll find something." He reassured her, and led her to the large bathroom. The ceilings were inordinately high, and a tree grew up to the top in a huge ornate pot. 

"Wow." Natty looked around with pleasure. "Sure beats my tiny bathroom."

"Do you like bubbles in your bath?" he held up an expensive looking bottle. Natty nodded, a tiny smile on her face. "Bubbles it is, then." He ran the water, checking the temperature frequently. The rich scent of honey wafted through the air as he poured the bubble bath in. 

Natty sighed happily. "I could get used to this."

"By all means." Bram stood and faced her. "I suppose undressing you is out of the question?"

She looked at him for a moment, then held her arms up. He made a little choking noise in his throat before taking the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head. He knelt down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall in a puddle on the floor. She was wearing stockings underneath. Bram gasped and gazed at her, entranced. "You're so lovely." His voice was hoarse. 

Natty turned for him to unhook her bra. She slid her arms out of it, then he unsnapped her garter belt and rolled the stockings down her legs carefully. She stood there in front of him clad only in her lacy panties. He slipped them down her thighs slowly, savoring the softness of her skin. With a sigh she stepped out of them and let him look at her body. He stood and turned her around, savoring her from every angle. 

"May I touch you?" he asked.

"Yes."

His hands stroked her skin slowly, lingeringly. He stroked her arms and shoulders. Her hips and tummy. Her back, then down to her buttocks. He cupped them lightly and she moaned. "You like that." He said. She nodded. He continued his exploration, finding her breasts and her taut nipples. His hand dipped down her body, finding her cleft. He stopped for a moment. "Is this all right?" 

"Yes." 

He parted her thighs and slid his hand between them, fingers finding her wetness. He made an animalistic noise and stoked in deeper. Her breathing was ragged as she let him touch her most intimate parts. He slid a finger inside her and then slid it upwards, parting her lips to find her clit. She jumped a bit as he touched that most sensitive spot, but she didn't protest. He kept up a slow rhythm, gauging her reaction by her breathing and little moans. His other hand moved around to stroke her buttocks and she shuddered with pleasure. He parted her cheeks and found her little rosebud. She pulled back, eyes lost.

"No?" he asked.

She looked at him. Slowly she nodded her head. "Yes."

He sighed with pleasure and continued to explore her bottom, never stopping the stroking of her sex and clit. He brought the hand that was behind her down to her sex for a moment, using a bit of her natural lubricant. Then he parted her cheeks again and slipped his finger inside her anus. She cried out, overcome, and he felt her climax begin to take her. He slid the finger in and out of her tight bottom, feeling as she exploded on his fingers, pulsing with her orgasm. He stoked her until the pulsing stopped, then lifted her and put her into the tub. "Was that nice?" he asked her, gently soaping her body with a washcloth.

"Oh yes." She slid under the water and sighed. "It was better than anything I've ever felt."

"Good." Bram washed her tenderly. "Lots more where that came from." Natty giggled. "What's funny, my darling?"

"I'm just happy." 

He took her out of the tub and dried her off. Then he led her into the bedroom and took a clean tshirt out of a drawer, pulling it over her head as she stood obediently. "I'm afraid I haven't any panties." He said with a smile.

"That's okay." Natty said dreamily. He pulled back the covers and she slipped into the bed. The coolness of the crisp sheets felt exquisite against her skin. Bram stripped down to his boxers and slid in beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. "You're an amazing creature, Natasha." He bent down and kissed her softly. "Are you tired?"

"A little." She yawned sleepily and Bram kissed her again.

"Sleep now, my angel." He tucked the covers around her and in moments she was asleep. Bram studied her as she slept, then finally turned out the light and reached for her. She snuggled back into his body and he fell asleep spooning her.