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Games of Deceit

By: fgmntfmgnshn



Author's note: Please forgive any grammer mistakes. I do not have an editor (Email me if interested) and when I proof read, my mind corrects any of my mistakes because I know what I was trying to say.

This is the first of a series. Each installment will star the main character but the stories can be read seperately. Happy Reading!



Games of Deceit 

My Brothers Family:

What makes a happy ending? It's an important question to have an answer to when you are entertaining yourself with that movie, book, or television show. Is it when the guy gets the girl? How about when the protagonist defeats the evil that is plaguing the world? I suppose you could say 'yes' to both of those and live out your life saying 'damn that was a good book or movie.' But what about the guy that didn't get the girl? He wanted love just the same and fell short. What about the evil wannabe dictator who wanted to rule the world whose life ended when some person with a hero complex kills or puts them in some impossible prison with no chance of escaping until the top executives that be demand a sequel? Was it a happy ending for them? The difference is point of view. Why do I mention this you ask? Because life is the same way. Your happy ending didn't come because you didn't get that promotion at work, but for the person who did get the job, they couldn't be happier. For people who were conned out of substantial wealth, it was a nightmare, not a day of happiness. The fortune I accumulated by manipulating those people from their precious securities, well I'm happy. The difference between me and the so-called villains in entertainment is that I know I'm the antagonist and this is my life. Part of it anyway.

My life is a string of adventures. You may call them swindles but once again, that's point of view. I had several plush bank accounts, including one in Switzerland, but I didn't have a personal residence or a place of business. I had everything I needed in a duffle bag and I live in worn down motels or homeless shelters as a vagabond. I just roamed the earth in search of my next victim. It is how I made all my money. See, I told you I'm the bad guy as I'm already lying to you. I also made some of my money, $200,000 to be exact, when my parents died. Don't get me wrong, it's not one of those stories either. I wasn't the good kid and then lashed out because I lost the stability my parents gave me. I was twenty-three when that miracle happened. Nope. I was a wretch for as long as I can remember, and I have eidetic memory. And yes, I remember that balmy, humid 97-degree day when the air conditioner was broken in the daycare we shared in which I stole your lunchbox when we were two (the tuna fish sandwich had too much mayonnaise but the chocolate pudding was good). 

My condition has helped me in so many ways. First, without any effort, it got me through elementary and junior high. But it was too easy and I quit caring when I landed in high school. I purposely wrote answers incorrectly because I thought they were funny. Did you know Helen Keller was the first man to climb Mt Everest? I also tested myself. I answered questions to the prior period's exam on the current one. -5(1-5x)+5(-8x-2)=-4x-8x solve for x. Instead of x=-5, I wrote the raven first signifies the dark and depressing loss of Lenore. The writer then hopes (since a raven in folklore carries souls away) that the raven will take his soul so he could once again reunite with his beloved. If the teachers would have matched up the tests, they were flawlessly answered. Good times. Later, I used my talent for more mischievous means. I clean up well. When in a suit and not dressed like a bum, I can find little old ladies and spew bible quotes at them until they hand over their entire bank account to me because they know I'll do "so much good with it." To me, it's all about the challenge. I do what I want, when I want, until boredom takes me to another place. And that's where my brother Adrian comes in.

I was born eight years ahead of my brother. I was his idol. He was my resentment. All he wanted was to be my best friend. All I saw was the difference our parents treated us. That was partly due to financials. My parents were broke when I was born, and only slightly better off when they brought my brother home. But both of their careers took off when I went into high school. They bought him everything and me nothing. By then, I was already a few years down the road of my troublesome nature and they didn't want to encourage me anymore by spoiling me. Whatever. Was I really hurting anyone? Then, I mean. No. When I was seventeen, I fled and didn't return. I didn't care. I didn't even make it to the double funeral.

It was January 17th. I had just taken a car dealership in an insurance fraud and I was bored. The idiot didn't see it coming. Even thanked me afterward. I was in Ridgedale, four hours away from my hometown of Hilldale. I wouldn't have even considered it on any other day, but my family's reunion is always held at my uncle's house on January 18th, the day my parents died. It's been a decade since I've even seen a family member and that was just a passing on the street in Los Angeles. My cousin didn't even recognize me nor did I say anything to him. I smell a challenge. How many members of my family would know who I am? How many thought I was dead? How many would I be able to recognize after years of age has done its toll? Definitely my type of game. Besides, free food.

I dressed in my best or worst, depending on point of view, homeless outfit. A black sweater ripped at the seam all the way to the arm, jeans that had holes on both knees and an overly used overcoat from 1974. I hadn't shaved in days and I intentionally arrived late. All I wanted was to play my game, grab a bite to eat, and leave. I entered the house and heard all the adults in the dining room talking. There were eight kids in the living room, two young teen boys playing a video game, an older teen girl with black glasses reading 'The Catcher in the Rye' sitting on the couch while a slightly younger girl was enjoying the latest teen magazine at the other end. The remaining four kids were five and under and were playing with various toys on the floor. The youngest girl just happened to look up at me and gave a blood-curdling scream at my presence. I had to hold in my smile to the fact I scared her. This trip was already worth it. The little kids and the girl with the teen magazine scampered away. The two boys stood up to face me. One was petrified. The other was smug. 

"Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?" He actually looked me up and down as if he were sizing me up for a fight. The eldest girl was staring at the scene over the spine of her book. She tried to give the impression she was still reading. She was used to being a wallflower.

"Billy, watch your mouth. You and Wally get in the kitchen. Katie you should go too." My Aunt Gertrude came to investigate the cause of the scream. Billy and Wally left the room. Katie made it appear she left the room, but I saw her watching the scene through a mirror around the corner. "David!" Aunt Gertrude shouted. Her tone clearly stated something was amiss and every adult member of the house came into the foyer.

My Uncle David was in front. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"I'll call the police," Aunt Joyce reached for the phone.

"You have two seconds to answer me before I beat the living shit out of you!" Uncle David was cocking his fists.

One.

Two.

"That's it you son of a bitch." Uncle David's arm went back.

"Wait Uncle David." It was Adrian. He was just as I remembered, but older. Clean cut and stocky with his eyes portraying his kind heart and his black hair parted to the right. He pushed his way through the crowd and faced me. "Patrick? Is that you?"

"Hello, dear brother. I came to finally say goodbye to mom and dad." It was the only thing I could think of to explain myself.

Adrian hugged me and started crying, "It's been too long, please come in."

To be honest, I was disappointed. My brother recognized me, I was hoping for zero and having to see if I could test my memory by answering useless family facts like how I set my now deceased Grandpa Randolph's toupee on fire when I was six. On top of that, I remembered everybody but the kids and new spouses, and only because I've never met them. But I did now and in ten more years, I would see if they recognized me when I showed up clean cut and in a limo. My brother did well for himself in the relationship department. Lillian, his wife, was a business executive for Ingenious Ingenuities, a research and development company. She was polite, conversational, and her body was attractive as well. Her brown hair seemed to cascade down to the middle of her back. I could tell she was the mother of the wallflower on the couch. The only difference was the teen was a bit more slender and awkward in appearance and she had nowhere near the confidence. I grabbed a plate and loaded it with food as I sat at the head of the table, Adrian right next to me. I told them I had very little and I had a health condition that prevented me from work but I was doing great and had no regrets. Despite no one wanting to leave because I had returned, it was getting late for a Monday and the kids had school and the adults had work in the morning. I made as if I was going to the bathroom, but I was really leaving. I was done here anyway. I was bored with idle chatter about random family crap and ready to scheme for my next adventure when Adrian stopped me at the door.

"Where you off to?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Listen, I want you to come live with me and my family." Adrian went on his tiptoes to put his arm around my shoulders. "At least until you get back on your feet."

"No, I'll be fine on my own. I may not look it, but I am happy." It was perhaps the only honest statement I gave that evening. "Besides, I won't impose." 

"You're family and I want you to. How is that imposing?"

"All the more reason for me to say no." I put my hand on the doorknob, "You feel obligated."

"How about this?" I could sense the urgency in his tone. "It's not imposing if I hire you, is it?" 

"I told you I can't work. I don't need your pity."

"It's not pity." I almost laughed watching Adrian beg. "I head back to New York tomorrow to complete a case. I'll be gone for a couple of months at least and it would do me good to know someone will be there to protect my girls. I'll pay you a salary, you can stay rent-free, and you can even drive my car while I'm gone so you can come and go as you please." 

I thought about it. Where's my adventure in this scenario? It would make Adrian happy for me to be stealing from him. That had possibilities. The thought of his reaction ten years from now after I up and disappeared while he was still in New York. That had merit. Maybe I could get a foothold into Ingenious Ingenuities and either ruin them financially or steal secrets or both. Now that had my attention. I just needed to come up with small challenges until the opportunity to meet these possible goals came to fruition.

"Are you sure this will be okay?" I did my best to make myself sound hopeful instead of conniving. I've had a lot practice in that.

"Absolutely," Adrian's smile was ear to ear.

Adrian's car was a black BMW. I expected nothing less from a lawyer. I was in the backseat with Katie as we drove home. Adrian was in high spirits that I was coming to live with him and couldn't shut up about new landmarks in the city and old memories that I didn't care about. Lillian was disgruntled. Her arms were crossed and she let out a series of noises to show her displeasure. She obviously didn't want a stranger in her house especially with Adrian leaving, brother or not. Katie continued to pretend to read her book, using the light from her cell phone to illuminate the page she wasn't reading. Her eyes were focused on me. She was curious.

We pulled into the driveway of a large white Victorian manor. It was huge and I had no idea what three people could with so much space. A place this spacious, I wonder if they would notice anything missing. I was shown to a room on the upstairs and I had to lie to my brother to finally get him to fucking leave. Okay, it wasn't a lie, I really was tired but it wasn't of exhaustion, it was from his mouth.

The next morning, he came to say goodbye at five in the morning and I feigned sleep. Not that I had a problem with getting up that early, some of the best suckers I meet are on morning runs before they go to work but if I 'woke up', I'm sure he might not have left for New York. The only reason he exited my room at all was a car horn sounded announcing the cabs arrival.

I got up and took a shower. I wanted to give the impression I was grateful to Lillian and lay on some charm. She was going to be my first challenge. Can I get her to not only accept me staying here but like me enough to give any type of access to her work?

I came downstairs and followed the smell of coffee into the kitchen. Lillian was going a mile a minute, constantly going back and forth, already dressed for work in a red and black power business suit.

"Do you need any help?"

"No," Lillian's response was harsh.

I walked over to the toaster where her bagel popped up and I saw the cream cheese that was set out. "How much cream cheese do you like?"

"I said I have it," Lillian grabbed the butter knife from my hands and pushed me aside.

"I understand that you don't want me here, sharing a house with someone you don't know, and if you want me to leave, I will, no questions asked," I wanted to lay it on thick. "If not, please let me help. I feel emasculated enough as it is and all I want is to feel significant. Certainly a woman of your stature can understand that."

Lillian's stern expression dwindled and she let out a sigh, "Sorry. I'm not used to help in the morning and, yes, I definitely didn't like the idea of you living with us. I was even more upset that my husband didn't even discuss this with me before making a decision." 

"That's understandable, a husband should always consult his wife," I nodded. "So do you mind if I put the cream cheese on your bagel," I smiled.

She set down the butter knife and gave a slight snicker, "I suppose."

Success. People are so easy to manipulate. Discover what they want to hear and feed it to them. In this case, it was Lillian's pride. That was an easy challenge.

Lillian was soon gone and was replaced in the kitchen by Katie. She was a polar opposite to her mother. She wore a frumpy brown turtleneck and loose jeans. She grabbed everything needed for cereal and sat at the far end of the dining table.

I walked over to the table. "Good morning."

"Morning," Katie mumbled.

"Would like anything else for breakfast? I make a damn good piece of toast."

Katie chuckled, which is what I was hoping for. A comfortable person is a talkative person. A talkative person let's out secrets. And what better person to give secrets of the house than a person who has been living here all her life? I sat next to her and began talking about the inconsequential. She wasn't a conversationalist like her mother either. If I read her right, all I have to do is smother her with attention. Soon she was gone and I wandered the empty house. I spent the day familiarizing myself with the home. All the computers were password protected, which sucked. I gave a thorough search of Adrian and Lillian's room. The only non-clothing I found in the drawers was a vibrator in Lillian's night side table. These people were typical and boring. I had a new challenge for myself, liven this place up.

The next few weeks I planted seeds. I cleaned myself up. Good hygiene, daily grooming, and I wore casual outfits, polo shirts with khaki's or jeans. Every morning I got up before Lillian and made her coffee and cream cheesed a bagel. I let Katie keep her independence as far as getting her breakfast, but I talked to her at the table constantly. At night, Lillian didn't get home until late so Katie and I would prepare dinner together. She even started talking back, even if it was about the mundane. That was one lonely, starved for attention girl. She was closer to her father but that really wasn't saying much because he was hardly around but she was daddy's little girl when he was home. When Lillian did arrive, I stayed up with her and we indulged in a glass of wine each, her gossiping about her day and me being the good listener. She worked a lot. Two different people, two different approaches. I went around to all the neighbors and introduced myself to let them know who I was. I even got in good with a hot blonde trophy wife, Eileen, who lived across the street. She was desperate for some male attention and I happily obliged. I loved the gullibility of this rich neighborhood. 

I also went to the sordid side of town, known as the 'Lost District of Hilldale.' I dressed in buttoned down shirts left open with a t-shirt and jeans for these visits. I went to all the customary places, bars, sex shops, and strip clubs. I ingratiated myself to some hookers and even made conversation with a pair of drug dealers. I sent them my new friends, rich clients to them and they owed me for that.

It was a Thursday; I just came home from visiting the Russell's, a retired couple that lives two doors down. George Russell and I like to get in political debates and I playfully flirt with his wife, Edith. After a couple of weeks, they loved me and when I'm ready to blow town, they'll be one of my first stops. That safe behind a picture in which I witnessed good ole George carelessly put in his combination in front of me was full of goodies. 

It was the early afternoon and I headed up to my room to change for a visit to the 'Lost District' when I heard crying. I followed the sound to Katie's bedroom to find her lying with her face in the pillow. I saw my niece as my next challenge. I was going to transform her from sweet and innocent to a certified whore. I can't wait to see Lillian's reaction. A problem daughter will certainly liven this place up. I sat in her computer chair and waited for her to notice me. We had never got into any deep conversations yet, but I felt confident she would open up to me. I sat patiently for a few minutes before Katie lifted her head up.

"This is so stupid Katie. Get your act together," she spoke to herself, wiped away the remnants of tears, and then turned. She jumped when she saw me. "What are you doing in here? Get out!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, but I did knock first." I lied as I stood up. "I just thought you needed some advice from an old man who has experienced quite a few pitfalls." I turned away from her and smiled. I took two steps.

"Uncle Patrick. Please stay." I knew she would say that.

"I don't think you should call me Uncle. I've never been one to you before. Just call me Patrick. I mean I would like to think of us as friends." I retook my seat. "Now what could possibly be troubling such a beautiful woman?"

My words had the desired effect; Katie stared at me for a moment and then shook her head briefly. "Okay Patrick. I'm having a problem with a couple girls in my class. Mainly a girl named Alana Hamilton. They keep harassing me."

"That I can give advice on, but I first want to go back to you shaking your head. Why did you do that?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do. I even know why you did. It was a reaction to me calling you a beautiful woman." Katie shied away. "See, you did it again. Why?"

"I don't know why. Can we please not talk about that and get back to my problem?"

"They are one in the same."

"What?" Katie was completely lost.

"Okay, you're having a problem at school with the other students harassing you. Why do they do that?"


Games of Deceit: Divine Revelations



As always:

Thanks to rf-fast for the editing work. Your insights are what takes this story from mindless drivel to something more.

Author's note: This is the second in a series. It is not necessary to read one before the other as they are each stand alone stories.

***

What makes a happy ending? It's an important question to have an answer to when you are entertaining yourself with that movie, book, or television show. Is it when the guy gets the girl? How about when the protagonist defeats the evil that is plaguing the world? I suppose you could say 'yes' to both of those and live out your life saying 'damn that was a good book or movie.' 

But what about the guy that didn't get the girl? He wanted love just the same and fell short. What about the evil wannabe dictator who wanted to rule the world whose life ended when some person with a hero complex kills or puts them in some impossible prison with no chance of escaping until the top studio executives that be demand a sequel? Was it a happy ending for them? The difference is strictly point of view. 

Why do I mention this you ask? Because life is the same way. Your happy ending didn't come because you didn't get that promotion at work, but for the person who did get the job, they couldn't be happier. For people who were conned out of substantial wealth, it was a nightmare, not a day of happiness. The fortune I accumulated by manipulating those people from their precious securities, well I'm happy. The difference between me and the so called villains in entertainment is that I know I'm the antagonist and this is my life. Part of it anyway.

My life is a string of adventures. You may call them swindles but once again, that's point of view. I have several plush bank accounts, including one in Switzerland, but I didn't have a personal residence or a place of business. I had everything I needed in a duffle bag and I live in worn down motels or homeless shelters as a vagabond. I just roamed the earth in search of my next victim. It is how I made all my money. 

See, I told you I'm the bad guy as I'm already lying to you. I also made some of my money, $200,000 to be exact, when my parents died. Don't get me wrong, it's not one of those stories either. I wasn't the good kid and then lashed out because I lost the stability my parents gave me. I was twenty-three when that miracle happened. Nope. I was a wretch for as long as I can remember, and I have eidetic memory. And yes, I remember that humid 97-degree day in second grade before they had air conditioning. I stole your lunchbox. Someone needs to tell your parent how to make a tuna fish sandwich because it had too much mayonnaise on it. But I did like the chocolate pudding. 

My condition has helped me in so many ways. First, without any effort, it got me through elementary and junior high. But it was too easy and I quit caring when I landed in high school. I purposely wrote answers incorrectly because I thought they were funny. Did you know Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart founded the Red Cross? I also tested myself. I answered questions to the prior period's exam on the current one. 'Describe Pasteurization.' Instead of 'Pasteurization is a process of heating a food, which is usually a liquid, to a specific temperature for a predefined length of time and then immediately cooling it after it is removed from the heat. This process slows spoilage caused by microbial growth in the food,' I wrote 'The goal of the North Africa offensive was to force Mussolini to remain in Africa where his troops could not aid Hitler's armies.' If the teachers would have matched up the tests, they were flawlessly answered. Good times. Later, I used my talent for more mischievous means. I'd hang around the bank counter, and watch people fill out their account numbers on their deposit slips. It's all about the challenge. I do what I want, when I want, until boredom takes me to another place. 

I was in Montana and in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. As long as I trekked through this state, it gave me the same introspection: if you want to get away from it all, and I mean all of it, come to Montana. It hasn't got there yet and it wasn't heading in that direction. I was getting bored with my surroundings when I arrived in the small town of Middleton, population: three. Okay, I was exaggerating, but I doubt by much.

It was still early, the sun just beginning to make its ascent in the sky as I entered the small, quaint little Middleton Diner. In fact, it was the only diner in town. It was just me and an elder farmer as customers. I sat at a booth and skimmed the menu as I listened to the seemingly harmless conversation between the waitress and the other patron.

"Did you get your money yet?" The waitress asked as she refilled the man's coffee. 

The farmer shook his head, "Damn Green Meadows. Just because I'm not a big producer for them, I get pinched. That company is the worst thing that happened to me."

"It's been the same for everyone."

"I know."

"Well, at least Father Hargrove is looking into the matter. Don't know where this town would be without him. Wonder what his sermon is going to be about today?" 

"I don't know, but whatever it is, I'm sure it will be great."

"He's a wonderful preacher."

"Yup, this town sure is lucky to have that man as a leader."

"Did you hear what Mayor Graves said?" The old man shook his head. "Mayor Graves said Father Hargrove should be the mayor. Said he'd step down if the Father wanted it."

I shook my head. How can one man have that much influence in a community? It was as if he was the linchpin to the entire town.

"I'm sorry, stranger," the waitress called over to me. "I'll be with you in a minute; can I get you a coffee?"

"Regular, with two creams please, and no rush." I smiled. I found my new adventure. I wonder if I can take down a preacher? I suddenly had an urge to attend mass.

The church was small and rundown, and if it weren't a church, this would be my kind of place. I wore what I call my 'guy next door attire' which consisted of a navy blue polo shirt and black slacks. The goal was to look as nonthreatening as possible; I wasn't well off as what a suit would have made me appear nor did I want to look desolate. Despite being a church, if I wore my bum clothes, people would look down on me. In my own experiences, I found church parishioners like to say they help the homeless, working at soup kitchens and such but they frown when a bum shows up to actually participate in their place of worship. Hypocrites.

I walked in, with a bible in hand, and the place was almost at capacity. I suspect nearly all the community was here. I took a quick glance and found my target seat. Every church has a core group of gossipers, usually consisting of the silver haired, short, and decrepit elderly women. The ones that have nothing else to do except butt into other people's lives because their husbands committed suicide to get away from their incessant babbles. I took my seat, to the stares of everybody.

I simply smiled and gave a slight head nod to my spectators.

A moment later, a four-person choir began their opening chorus and everyone rose. The Father stepped out from behind the curtain and up to the podium as the song was coming to a close. In appearance, he was your typical preacher. And by typical I don't mean those guys on television. He was slightly balding, slightly overweight, and he looked like he could have been around since the days of the crucifixion. 

Father Hargrove's sermon was good, focusing on having a positive attitude during rough times. As he continued, I concluded in fact that I did want to take him down. Finally, the whole reason I came here arrived and the collection plates came around. I made it look like I was trying to be discreet, but I knew all too well my gossipers were watching. I carefully pulled out all the cash in my wallet and briefly thumbed through the five hundred dollars before putting all of it in the plate.

When mass ended, I wanted to leave with the highest possible profile. I was the first to stand and I walked down the center of the aisle, my head up, a bible under my arm, and a smile on my face. I made eye contact with as many people as possible. I wanted to be noticed, as if my tall, broad frame would have allowed differently, but I knew my actions would ensure the rumor mill would immediately start as soon as the exit doors shut.

I went to my motel room because I had to kill a half hour or so. It was just one of those towns that shut down for their religious practices. I turned on the news for a little bit while I changed into a pair of jeans. I took a glance in the mirror and smiled, "Yup, I'd trust that face too."

It was a wonderful spring day for a walk. I wanted to familiarize myself with the town and its people. I entered every store, shop, and gas station just to introduce myself. As always, I lied about everything to keep myself anonymous, "Hi, I'm Carl Brinson. I'm a travelling minister sent on a pilgrimage from God to show people all around the country how to live in the footsteps of our Lord, Jesus Christ." The hardest part was saying that with a straight face. Luckily, I have had quite a bit of practice in the art of deception. With people I passed on the street, I was less formal but just as cordial, smiling and giving a polite, "Hello." They always responded in kind but as I passed, I immediately heard the whispers, "He was the one that filled the collection plate," or a more simpler, "That was him."

I came up on the diner where I ate breakfast and it was a stark contrast to earlier. The place was packed. Apparently, this was where the after church crowd gathered. As I entered the establishment, I feigned tripping and held fast to the door to prevent my faux fumble. Once again, I wanted all eyes on me. Once again, it worked. When I looked up, silence filled the air and I had garnered the stare of everyone.

I smiled a befuddling smile, "I apologize. I didn't mean to disturb everyone's meal." I then let my eyes go wide and took a meager step back out the door, "Wow, you're pretty busy. I'll just go somewhere..."

"There's plenty of room, Sugar." The same waitress that referred to me as a mere stranger earlier had now called me Sugar with a smile.

"Luanne, bring him over to my table."

It was the voice of Father Hargrove, though I was unsure where it came from. It didn't matter. Luanne led me on a march through the sea of people toward a long table in the back. The elder preacher was seated dead center and the scene gave me the impression of Da Vinci's 'Last Supper.' A gruff, middle aged, peppered haired man stood along with someone I recognized from the choir, a raven haired, conservatively dressed beauty who appeared to be in her late teens.

It was odd. Was the Father demanding his evacuation or was this man leaving on his own accord. Was the preacher just being nice or was he in charge? Not as if that knowledge would change my overall plan, but it would change my plan of attack.

"I can't circumvent someone from their seat. Certainly there's an available chair somewhere?"

"You can't circle what?" Luanne raised an eyebrow.

I held my laugh, "I don't want to kick anyone out of their seat just for me."

"Nonsense," Father Hargrove answered. "Jerry and Clarissa are finished already." He then looked at the aforementioned two. "Don't worry Jerry. You just take care of your daughter and I promise I'll contact Green Meadows first thing tomorrow to get an update for everyone's sake."

Jerry gave a nod, "Thanks Father." 

When he turned, I smiled as I offered my hand, "Thanks for the chair, Sir."

Jerry clasped it and I easily felt his hardened palm. He was like most everyone else in this town, a man who works hard in the fields and by the sound of it, raises a teenage daughter by himself too.

"Now Mr. Brinson," Father Hargrove gestured to the empty chairs. "Please, have a seat. We have a lot to discuss."

As anticipated, news travels fast. As I sat down against my foe, I still allowed my body to act surprised that he knew my name. I eyed him carefully, trying to judge whether he was a good man or a corrupt power monger. 

"I'm Father Peter Hargrove," he extended his hand across the table with a smile. "I understand I owe you a debt of gratitude. That was very generous of you."

The place was still silent and all eyes were still on me. "No Sir," I shook my head with a grin. "I am on this earth to do God's work and I had heard whispers this morning that this town is in need. I believe in giving your entire being, heart, body, and soul to a cause so I feel it was my honor to help. I just assumed you were the right man to ensure those funds went to where they were most needed." I could almost feel the collective display of heart felt emotion in the room.

"God's work, huh," the preacher nodded. "Well Carl, it's always a pleasure to meet a fellow man of the cloth. Tell me, how long are you planning to be in town?"

"As long as God wills it to be." I chuckled, "I should also tell you that I used to be a lawyer in my former life. I couldn't handle all the scum I got off with light or no punishment so I fled and God found me. Now I do His work."

"A former lawyer, huh?"

"Yes Sir."

"Well all be, God certainly does works in mysterious ways," Father Hargrove laughed. "Listen, this small town has been having a problem with a big company. Would you be interested taking a look to see what might be done?"

"Of course. I'm certain that He," and I looked up to the ceiling as I said that, "would want me to help in this matter."

"Well then, stay as long as you'd like. I can use all the help I can get with them. Why don't you drop by the church tomorrow and we can go over the details?"

"Sounds good."

I was introduced to pretty much the whole town that afternoon. Most were farmers and their families and wished me luck. I was their hope. But I knew I'd be their downfall. With each face that passed in front of me, I took a specific interest in titles.

The mayor, Clyde Graves and his wife, Loretta were the first in line. There was the young couple of Clark and Deanna Hawthorne who now owned the Hawthorne Savings and Loan. It was in Clark's family for generations. The main two gossipers were a pair of sisters, Agnes and Ethel Crane. The city council only consisted of three members; the mayor, the clerk, Winston Porter, and the treasurer, Kristen Barkley, who had a teenage son, an altar boy named Ricky. I felt so honored at the procession of people; I almost had a twinge of guilt over what I was planning. Almost.

Research and supplies are the keys to any con. When you take the facts and manipulate them for your own purposes, you always want to make sure you have the tools you need. For instance, when I foreclosed on an orphanage because it was in a prime location for development, I needed a fake deed. I then sold the land for twice of what it was worth. So after lunch, I went to the nearest city I could find on the map that looked big enough to have all that I needed. I visited a public library to use the internet. I dug up all the information that I could on Green Meadows. Apparently, they were a company that was dedicated to using only organic products in their food. They were under investigation by the government and were being sued by a competitor. Losing either battle meant the company would fold. Any chance of the town getting their money did not look promising. 

Next, I went to stock up on provisions; snacks, drinks, drugs, you know, the usual. I met Dwayne the Dealer, a man of many occupations. He was the drug dealer, local pimp, loan shark, gang lord, and a few other titles as well. I got everything I needed, from prescription medications to illegal drugs. If I ever needed him again, I was to go to Jackson Pharmacy, as he was also the pharmacist. A man of many occupations indeed.

The meeting with Father Hargrove went better than I expected. We talked for hours. Each of us took turns talking about ourselves and how we got into doing the Lord's work. We spoke about his wartime past and I made up some stories about people I defended. We even had a scripture battle in which we would quote our favorite passages and the other would name the book and verse. The preacher was a genuinely good man, wanting nothing more than to help and include everyone. Easy prey.

"You know, Carl, I like you. Since you're a fellow man of the cloth, would you be interested in helping out on Sundays? I'd set aside some time and you can discuss whatever you want. A new voice for the congregation would only solidify God's word."

"That would be delightful," I smiled. "But I must warn you, I preach what I practice and what I practice is giving yourself, mind, body, and soul to God's way of life. Charity work, helping others, thinking about your fellow man before yourself; those aren't just ideals, but a way of life. If I do this, my goal will be to have the congregation gain a feeling of pride in doing the Lord's work."

"Pride," Father Hargrove's face was beaming, "that's just what this town needs. You have my blessing, Carl. Helping others and doing charity is exactly the way to go about spreading a positive attitude." His face then took on a serious expression. "Well, I suppose we should attend to business," the Father pulled out a manila envelope from his desk. "This is everything you need to know about what is rightfully owed to this town by Green Meadows."

I opened the folder and my eyes went wide, "This is a substantial amount of money." That was an understatement. The price tag of crops sold to this company was over two million dollars. Granted, this total represented what was owed to the combined community but it still surprised me.

Father Hargrove pulled out two more sheets of paper. "You will need to fill this out. The top page is a legal document allowing you to speak on everyone's behalf. The second one is a page of signatures everyone had to sign to authorize the first sheet." He pulled out a pen and scribbled near the bottom. "It is now signed by me as well."

I read the document and it was more than the simple explanation he had given. The town signed their rights in this matter over to the man and I don't think he realized how much that entailed. Any settlement would now go directly to him. That probably wouldn't have mattered as he was so kind hearted he would have distributed the wealth but now he signed that privilege over to me. Of course, none of this mattered because Green Meadows was about to go bankrupt anyway. I filled out the form and handed it back to him.

"Okay, now all we have to do is send a fax and make a phone call." The Father turned his chair and placed the documents in a fax machine that appeared to be from the 1980's. Once they transmitted, he picked up the phone and dialed. "Yes, this is Father Hargrove from Middleton, Montana." I heard the sigh come through the phone. He didn't care. "I just wanted to see if you got the fax I just sent over. You won't have to deal with me anymore because this town just hired a pit bull of an attorney." The person on the phone must have responded she had received the document because Father Hargrove hung up the phone with a contented little smile, "Good luck Carl."

The week went by fast but not nearly as fast at how quick I became Mr. Popular. Everybody wanted to talk to me. Everyone wanted to be seen with me. Everyone loved me. I was trying to find little adventures to keep me busy while I took down Father Hargrove.

The twin gossipers and I were seated at one of the two sidewalk tables the diner had and while we were perusing over the menu, Deanna Hawthorne came up to us. She was an attractive young woman with honey blonde hair, long legs, and a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.




Games of Deceit: Divine Revelations



"May I join you?"

"Of course, Sweetie," The sisters spoke in unison.

Deanna smoothed out her long, beige dress as she sat. "Thanks, I was hoping I wasn't going to eat alone today."

"Why would you eat alone?" I wanted to pry without it appearing I was doing so. Even the littlest of details can topple someone. "I assumed you and your husband shared a lunch break at the bank." 

"Oh no, the bank is all him. It's been in his family for generations."

"Sounds like you can use a hobby," Ethel declared. "And Father Carl might be just the man to help you."

"Yes," Agnes added. "He was just telling us his plan to try to encourage everyone to be helpful to one another as well as some of his possible charity plans."

"But with being new to the community," Ethel continued and it amazed me how the sisters could complete each other statements without missing a beat. "He could use a few volunteers."

Deanna glanced at me, her face told me she wanted to know why. I smiled, "Father Hargrove and I want to bring pride back to this town." Mentioning the Father's name was like gold in this town.

Her face lightened, a smile pursing her lips, "I'd be honored to help. What can I do?" See, like gold.

"Great. I want to meet up once a week on Monday's and see what kind of good we can do."

This is the very reason why I was having lunch with the two sisters. Tell a gossiper what you want to spread to the world and voila, it's done it minutes. Instead of my ideas being broached with skepticism because I'm the new guy in town, the concepts are accepted with vigor because the trusted old women who lived in the community all their lives mentioned it. Its manipulation at its best, and easiest. By Sunday, I had three people willing to help with my charities, an elder man named Frank, a middle aged, heavy set woman, Janice, and Deanna.

I arrived at mass an hour early. It was time to start fucking with the Father. Every preacher had his routine before a sermon and Father Hargrove was no exception. He was at his desk, making the final tweaks to what he wanted to say. 

"Good morning Father Hargrove," I intentionally gave an upbeat tone to my voice.

"Morning, Carl," he glanced up. "You seem in positive spirits today. Are you ready for today?"

"Without question. I see your coffee is low, care for a refill." I moved over and grabbed his mug without waiting for his response. As I filled the mug, I dropped some valium into it. I placed it back on his desk, "Did you need help with anything?"

"Thanks and yeah. What do you think of this?"

Father Hargrove went over a couple points in his sermon while sipping his coffee. I smoothed out the phrasing and he was grateful. When he was satisfied, he hit print. We soon heard the choir start their first number and I went to take my seat.

The Father was battling through his opening and made it to the second song of the choir. He was barely following along with the lyrics.

"I'd like to introduce," Father Hargrove yawned. "Excuse me... Father Carl Brinson. Come on up and say a few words." As I stood, he sat, and I smiled. The valium was kicking his ass.

I took the podium and began, "Friends, neighbors, family, I am calling out to you because we are all God's children. We are all going through some trying times. And during these times we feel we have to look to save ourselves. But that is not true. It is not enough for a select few of us to make it through these hard times. No. It is necessary that the entire community is blessed with good fortune when all is said and done. I know it's tough. I know it's rough. God knows this as well. But it is a test to our faith. We are Moses being asked to repeatedly try and free the Israelites from the Egyptian Pharaoh. And just like Moses, we will conquer this financial depravity brought on by the greed of big business." I started pacing across the stage. "I know what you're thinking. How Father Brinson? How can I do this? Well I'm going to tell you how. You don't do this. We do this. We, as a community, need to come together. We need to commit our minds, bodies, and souls to the cause. Our entire being needs to be dedicated to our faith and to each other. And we start right now. Give the person next to you a hug. Go on."

Like sheep, they did.

"Good, now tell them you've got their back in this turbulent time and know they have yours. Mind, body, and soul people. That is what it's going to take to have faith in your fellow brothers and sisters sitting beside you. We shall conquer! We shall overcome!"

The congregation erupted in applause and cheers.

"Now tomorrow, I have a few volunteers that will be coming around for donations. No money is required. But anything you are not using, please donate. Ladies, do you really need all that jewelry? gentleman, do you really need all those tools? Everything will be accepted. Please, help your fellow man. Donate and feel better that you are bettering the community. We all must do our part -- mind, body, and soul, even me. For ourselves, for us, and for God... Now this is where I hand the podium back to Father Hargrove." I turned to where the elderly preacher was, ensuring all eyes were on his sleeping form. "Father Hargrove?" A snore was his response. "Wow," I smiled as I faced the crowd, "I never saw a Father fall asleep on his congregation before." I said it jokingly, which elicited a laugh from everyone. "Well, if everyone doesn't mind, we'll let the old man get his nap and I'll finish today's service. Any objections?"

Most nodded and there were a few that called out, "Go ahead" and "Please continue."

My words were perfect. The crowd knew I said it tongue in cheek but the words were like seeds -- old, nap, fell asleep on you -- they were growing in their minds. And I kept going. I flooded the air with biblical quotes revolving around togetherness, not needing material goods, and of course, proper leadership. At the end of the service, I was repeatedly congratulated on my sermon and was asked more times than not if I was heading over to the diner.

As the congregation left, I glanced over my shoulder to see Father Hargrove was still sleeping.

"Hey, Ricky." I gestured for the teen to come over as I continued, "Can you help me for a minute?"

He dutifully complied, setting down the candles he was putting back and instantaneously rushing over to me. "Yes, Father Brinson."

"Help me get Father Hargrove to his office," I lifted the elder man, wrapping his left arm over my shoulder. "Get the other side."

We easily laid him down on the couch he had in his rectory and then stared at him for a couple moments. "I've never seen that before."

Ricky chuckled, "It was pretty funny."

"Yeah, I suppose it was." I then ruffled the teen's hair, "I hear you have a birthday coming up."

"Yes Sir."

"You can stop calling me sir." This was one overly polite kid. "How old will you be?"

"Sixteen, Sir."

I shook my head with a smile, "Well, here," I reached into my pocket and handed him a bag. "I got a present for you."

"What is this?"

"Seriously?" I don't know why this surprised me. This kid was every parent's dream of a child. "That would be a bag of weed." Ricky looked at me as if I just told him the devil was coming and I couldn't help but laugh. "Relax kid. It's not the be all, end all people proclaim. I wouldn't have given it to you if that were the case. Trust me. Just do it where you won't get caught and enjoy."

Ricky's posture visibly calmed, "Yes Sir."

I arrived at the diner, and my seat was waiting. It was where Father Hargrove had sat last week. I insisted that Jerry and Clarissa Hatfield sit across from me. It was a chivalrous act based on the fact I removed them from their seats last week.

I ordered a burger and fries, and then had to do my best to appear humble as everyone kept reiterating how wonderful mass was to me. It was irritating. I decided to change the subject.

"You have a wonderful singing voice Clarissa, how long have you been in the choir?"

Clarissa's head shied down at my comment, "I started when I was five, so thirteen years now."

I smiled, "Well you are turning into a fine young woman." 

Clarissa's cheeks burned crimson.

"No need to tease her," Jerry's eyebrows furrowed. The statement caught me off guard and I tilted my head to the gruff man. "My wife passed while giving birth to her. For eighteen years, I did my best to raise her proper, but her momma I ain't. No one can replace a girl's momma."

Jerry may have been a hard worker, but he was definitely uneducated. 

I found that understanding people is essential. The fastest way to a con is to abuse trust. The fastest way to gain trust is to be agreeable. "Isn't that the truth." I raised my glass of lemonade, "To all the mothers of the world." All in the diner immediately echoed my sentiment. I held in a laugh as I saw Jerry give a little smile in remembrance of his late wife. This was too easy.

The next day found me in my motel room, surrounded by donated objects and more were filtering in as my three volunteers hauled all sorts of items from clothes to older electronics to some jewelry in from Frank's car. 

"That's the last of it," Janice said with a smile.

"Great. Looks like I have my work cut out for me."

"Why do you stay in a motel?" Frank asked. "Any number of people in this town would love to have you as a boarder."

"I practice what I preach, Brother Frank. Material possessions get in the way of doing the Lord's work. I am fully attuned to God, mind, body, and soul.

"You're a good man, Father Carl," Deanna commented with a nod.

As soon as they left, I began posting everything on EBay at bargain prices. I had my work cut out for me indeed.

Come Friday, I was bored. Sure, it was fun listening to the whispers of the parishioners on what transpired on Sunday with Father Hargrove. But since I wanted my attacks on the preacher to be on Sundays and very much public, it did nothing for me during the week. What other responsibilities does a Father have?

I decided to head to the Hatfield home and see what I could stir up in a house with an uneducated farmer and his daughter. I arrived in the early evening, if I wanted to talk to Jerry, or any of the farmers in this town, it had to be when they were done in the fields less I wanted to help. Fuck that. The door opened, and there stood Clarissa.

She looked spectacular in a light blue dress that fell down to her knees as she brushed her hair away from her face. She gave me a warm smile, "Father Brinson, what brings you here?"

"I just couldn't stay away from that lovely voice of yours." Clarissa blushed. "Actually, I have some good news. Is your father home?"

"He just got in the shower but I'll let him know that you're here. Please come in."

I glanced around the room as Clarissa disappeared down the hall. The place was sparsely furnished; an old television set, two chairs, and a small table in the middle. That was it, no pictures, no family mementos; nothing else except the spider weaving a web in the ceiling corner.

"Dad said he'd be right out and asked if you wanted to join us for dinner. We're having a vegetable soup."

"Sounds delightful."

I followed Clarissa into the kitchen, sat at the table, and tried to take in everything. Once again, there were no personal affects in this room. The home seemed very drab and lonely. But then there was Clarissa. As she cooked, she was also cleaning. She was very domesticated. I then realized I was staring. Not good from a Father -- Always play your role when you are pulling off a swindle. The slightest misstep can dissolve even the most simplest con. I straightened up and put my eyes forward, focusing on the peeling white paint on the wall.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Father Brinson." Jerry came in and sat at the head of the table.

"No, I'm the one who came over unannounced," I reached over and shook his hand. "But the news I have was too good to wait."

"Oh?"

"Yes sir, Jerry." I reached in my pocket and pulled out an envelope. "It's not much but I have received a small payment from Green Meadows." In the envelope was forty dollars. I had decided to take all my earnings from the donations and put into two piles, half for me and half for the town. Filtering some money back into the town would solidify the community's dependence on me and away from Father Hargrove.

Jerry opened the envelope and gave a snicker, "It's something."

"The goal is to have small disbursements like this until they can come up with the rest of the settlement in one payment."

Clarissa arrived with the soup for the three of us and sat across from me, next to her father. "That's great dad. All good things start with a single step."

Jerry just looked at her and shook his head. "Thank you Father Brinson." He folded the envelope and put it in his pocket. He then grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the soup.

Jerry was turning into quite the conversationalist as the three of us ate in silence for the entirety of our meal, a meal fit for a pauper, homemade vegetables and chicken broth. When we were done, Clarissa cleaned up and went to her room. This place was depressing. Time to change that.

"Before I leave, I would like to ask why you feel Clarissa isn't ready for adulthood?"

"Because I ain't her momma."

"I'm not asking about you, Jerry. I'm asking about Clarissa. Tell me based on her actions why she is not a woman."

Jerry went into thorough detail about his daughter, citing specific situations starting the day she was born. It was a long, drawn out conversation, but when it was over, it became clear that the problem was that he never got over his wife's death and never thought he was capable of raising a daughter. He never made it easy on Clarissa, virtually blaming her for the outcome of her mother.

"Brother Jerry, did you ever wonder if it wasn't your fault that Clarissa isn't turning out to be a woman?" 

Jerry narrowed his eyes, "What are you getting at Father?"

"Perhaps Clarissa is possessed. You did say your wife died during childbirth. If she didn't like that she died during the birthing process or felt she didn't want you to be alone, her soul might have attached to Clarissa, sharing her body, causing a distortion in personality."

"You mean Pippa's been inside Clarissa this whole time?"

"Possibly."

Jerry's eyes watered. "Please Father... Can you do something? Can you free my wife? Can you save my daughter?"

"Of course, it will just take an exorcism," I chuckled. "And I can do it right now."

"You can?"

"Absolutely."

"Let's go." I followed Jerry as he walked with clear motivation down the hall and stopped in front of a door. "She's in there."

"Before I do this, I must warn you, don't interrupt. If she screams, it's just the spirit fighting to remain in this realm. No matter what, don't enter this room, understand?"

"Whatever you say, Father. Just... save them."

I opened the door and Clarissa was already changed for bed in a faded yellow nightgown. She was doing homework on her bed and when the door creaked, her head shot up, very surprised to see me. "Were you looking for the bathroom Father Brinson?"

I gave a friendly smile as I shut the door. "No Clarissa, I am here to do an exorcism."

"A WHAT?"

"I was talking to your father and based on our conversation, I feel you may be possessed by the spirit of your mother."

The news was shocking, to say the least. "Uh... gee, um."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. But if you would stand so we can get started, it would be great."

Clarissa was tentative to say the least but did stand. "Um, Father, how do you know if I'm possessed?"

"Based on actions of yours that your father told me about."

"But I don't feel anything."

"You wouldn't feel any different if your mother has been with you since day one of your life."

"Makes sense," Clarissa's face scrunched and then gave a small smile. "So what do I need to do?"

I took the two steps separating us and placed my hands on her shoulders, my thumbs lightly painting small circles on the available skin around her neck. I moved my head to the side of her head, my lips brushing her earlobes and whispered, "We are overdressed." I pulled up on the nightgown and Clarissa bit her lip. She didn't try to stop me. I then unbuckled my belt.

"You too?"

I put my hand to her cheek, "Yes Clarissa. The purification process of an exorcism must be done in mankind's purest form. It is how God intended us to be." Without another word spoken, I undressed.

Clarissa turned her head, not wanting to see my naked body. "What's next?"

I turned her head toward me and my lips were right next to hers. "We need to combine bodily fluids. The mixture of my holy fluids will expel any spirits that have infected your body." I put my lips to hers, and forced my tongue in her mouth." 

While engaged in this kiss, I laid her down on the bed. Clarissa began to squirm as I positioned my body on top of her. 

"Father, I don't think this is right?" 

I gave her a brief, tender kiss, "This is going to hurt."

"Father, why must we do it like this?"

I didn't answer as I lined myself up with Clarissa's entrance. 

Clarissa's eyes tightened in anticipation, "I'm scared. Please don't do this."

I held in a laugh as I plunged my hard cock deep in her virgin cunt. She screamed. I held my position, and didn't move until her eyelids creaked open. "That was the worst of it, Clarissa. Now this is critical. There is a small possibility we can fail and the spirit take over your body fully." Her eyes went wide. "If you enjoy this encounter, your mother will be here forever, which would finally make your father happy. Do you want him to be happy? He told me she was a very sexual person. So we'll see how relaxed your body gets and who is left after this exorcism."

This was pure manipulation. Life is all about reactions and I was now curious as to Clarissa's response. Would she fight her body and want to be herself or would she wish to enjoy sex and have her mother inside her always. Or at least think she is.

I could see the gears in her head turning as I moved my blood covered cock slowly out and then forward again. Damn was she ever tight. After just a few movements, I got my answer. Clarissa relaxed under me and started to moan. I kissed her.

"Feel the presence inside you. Let yourself go, Clarissa."

On my next thrust, she pushed back into me. It was slight but it was noticeable. I immediately put a hand to her tits, pinching and prodding her nipples. On each subsequent drive into her quim, her bucking became more apparent until she was using her hands to press into the mattress to raise herself to meet me. 

"Oh God... Father! Ugh!" Clarissa's body started to shake underneath me.

I slowed my movements, to let her catch her breath. With deep gasps, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back, "Are you ready to fuck, Pippa? We need to mix our fluids."

It took Clarissa a moment, but only a moment to realize what I meant. "Fuck me."

I flipped her onto her stomach and slammed into her. I used her hips for leverage as I kept a hard pounding into her body. Now this is more like it. I can't stand having to pace myself and being gentle. Just to make up for it, one of my hands went to her hair and the other went around her body and to her clit. 

"Yes, please, yes!"

This time her spasm was forceful and gripped my shaft for dear life. It was a wonderful and overpowering sensation. I rammed one final time and filled her abyss with my essence. It was never ending on both of our accounts, and I was unsure who had cum the most. We fell to the bed and I moved us into a spooning position.

"Pippa, you are an exceptional woman and your husband needs you. Clarissa is still in your subconscious, so now she is blessed with both her parents. You have taken over for the best interest of your family. I encourage you to take your position by Jerry's side in the privacy of your home. Dress in your clothes, sleep in your marital bed, and such. In public, let everyone believe you are your daughter."




Games of Deceit: Divine Revelations



I stood and got dressed. Clarissa let out a sigh with my departure. "Now go cleanup so you can reunite with your husband properly."

She quickly stood and walked across the hall to the bathroom.

"Clarissa?" Jerry reached out but she had just shut the door on him. He looked into the bedroom and to me. "What happened?"

I went over and put my hand around his shoulder, "Jerry, the connection between mother and daughter was too strong." He looked at me wide eyed as I continued. "I can positively say, Pippa has returned for good."

"Pippa?" Jerry was in a happy shock as he looked to the closed bathroom door. 

"Yes, but the rest of the town won't understand so she will pretend to be Clarissa in public for appearances sake but she is most definitely Pippa."

Jerry started crying as he fell to his knees, "The Lord has blessed me! Thank you Father Brinson."

I nodded and started to walk down the hall when I heard Clarissa open the door. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her holding Jerry in her arms as if she were coddling a child, "There, there now. I'm back. I'll take care of you."

Jerry gripped her into a firm hug. "Don't ever leave me again." It was his first show of affection to his daughter, ever. And it was all she ever wanted.

Tears began flowing down Clarissa's cheeks, "I won't." She gave me a light smile as I disappeared around the corner.

Maybe I should become a real preacher; I just saved a family. It's a twisted dynamic, but Jerry gets his wife back and Clarissa gets the love she's never had. I wonder what wonderful fatherly duties I can fulfill next to keep me from being bored?

I arrived at the church even earlier for mass. Father Hargrove, as usual, was pouring over his sermon. 

"How's it going, Father? Rested for today?"

"Much better than last week and I'm pretty sure my speech is all set as well," Father Hargrove smiled. "Just got to go hit the head."

"Great. Glad to hear it." I watched him leave and then took a seat at his desk. "Let's see. Search God. Replace all with Lucifer. Search heaven. Replace all with hell. Search salvation. Replace all with damnation. Should make for an interesting service."

I went to take my seat when Ricky intercepted me. "Father Brinson?"

"Ricky, how are you doing?"

"Fine. Hey, you know that stuff you gave me?" His eyebrows raised.

"Yes."

"Well, I was wondering if by chance you had some more?"

I laughed. "I take it that you liked it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, but you understand that this stuff isn't free." I raised my eyebrows back at him.

"Uh..."

"I'll tell you what, here's another bag and we can work something out later."

Ricky greedily accepted the offer. "Thanks Father Brinson."

"You're welcome but we need to get a move on, it's time for service to start."

Father Hargrove's sermon was interesting. He didn't even notice his first two mistakes. Just kept plugging along. He caught the third one and he became flustered. From then on out, he was on edge. He tried his best but was unable to sound like the good orator he was. The congregation certainly heard the difference and comparisons to last week were abound. Whispers of "What's wrong?" and "Is he okay?" began to flow. 

As I walked to the podium to take my turn, I shook the Father's hand and just loud enough offered my own thoughts on the subject, "You all right, old man?" I said it in a tone of consoling and he just gave a slight nod, not giving my words a second thought. But what I said was for the congregation. I wanted the seed that I planted last week about age to get some water and sunlight. And I was sure it was growing.

I started my speech off with a bang. I announced the offer Green Meadows gave me, which they really didn't, and the crowd was ecstatic. "All it took was one phone call." I wanted to insinuate that Father Hargrove didn't even attempt contact. The rest of my lecture was about how God gives back to those who give. I directly implied that their donating actions allowed for the good fortune of Green Meadows. It was an oration that belonged in the Smithsonian.

At lunch, everyone in town made it a point to thank and praise me for what I was able to accomplish against the big bad greed of big business. My response was always the same, "I am God's tool, and I give myself heart, body, and soul to his cause." Father Hargrove sat in near silence.

"C'mon old man," I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. "It wasn't that bad. God has given us this day. Enjoy it."

"You're right. I'll try," Father Hargrove gave a small smile. "I'm not sure where we'd be without you."

"You're too kind."

The next day, I found myself in my motel room filled with even more donations than last week. Higher quality as well. The town was coming through better than I could have imagined. My three acolytes -- really, what else would you call them? - had just finished depositing their collections when I thought of something to keep me from being bored. "Deanna, do mind helping me sort through this for a short while?"

She glanced at her watch and smiled, "I can stay. I have two hours before Clark gets home from the bank." 

I knew that. Deanna was sifting through some of the donations as the other two left. I thanked them and then shut the door. I looked at my prey with a sinister smile. It was something about the way she dressed, the conservative nature she felt a married woman should dress. Today it was a light blue sundress that fell to mid shin. Of course, her smile had something to with it too. Just looking at her forced me to adjust my cock.

"God spoke to me and I need to leave."

Deanna took in a sharp inhalation of air as her face turned toward me. "Seriously?"

I just nodded.

She stood and then the couple of steps that were between us disappeared. "Don't go yet. This town still needs you. You can't leave."

The new closeness allowed me to put both of my hands on her shoulders. "I don't want to, but what God told me to do, I can only accomplish in this town with you. I can't ask that of you and I am committed heart, body, and soul to doing his work. I must leave." During my little speech, my fingers began to caress the bare skin around her neck.

"I can help. What is it that you need me to do?"

"God requested that I find someone as dedicated as I am and procreate with them."

Deanna's eyes went wide, "But I'm married."

"Mary was married to Joseph but God still gave her a child that was not her husbands." My hands slid across her shoulder blades, sliding the straps of her sundress with them. "I am willing to give my body to God." I let her dress fall to the floor as I moved in for a kiss. I paused, a mere inch away. My hands were slowly moving down her arms, "Are you?"

"Are you sure there is nobody else?"

I put one hand one hand on her stomach and lightly caressed it. I whispered in her ear, "You are the perfect candidate. You are the perfect woman. No one can offer what you offer," my hand slipped lower and began to pet her slit through her panties. My other hand raised up and softly massaged her tit. "Give your body up to the Lord. Are you prepared to do God's work?"

Deanna looked lost in my words as she breathed out a "yes."

I smiled as I closed the last little bit of distance between our lips. She was tentative but compliant with her reciprocation. I immediately went to work in removing her bra. 

"Don't kiss me like you kiss your husband. Kiss me like a lover."

Deanna wrapped her arms around my neck and moved her lips to me. On contact, her tongue snaked out. She kissed me slowly, passionately and soon it went from sensual to hunger. Her hands slipped from my neck and pulled at my clothes. Our kiss didn't break until she successfully had me in the nude.

I smiled as I sat on the bed, pulling her last garment, her underwear, down to the floor as I did. I looked into her eyes, and now that we weren't mouth to mouth, she was timid again. I guided her hand to my cock. "Do God's work and put it inside you." 

It was such a wonderful experience to watch Deanna straddle my lap, cock in hand, and guided it to her entrance. Our eyes locked and I put a hand to her cheek. 

"It's what God wants. Enjoy it."

Deanna moaned as she slid down my shaft. She enveloped me in her arms, our bodies mashed together as she just sat still on my member buried into her quim. I was growing impatient. I thrust upward, a simple reminder that we had just begun. She slowly lifted up and I pushed higher, harder. She got the hint and started to move quicker on my cock. We weren't there to make love. We were there to fuck. Plain and simple.

My hands moved to her tits and mauled them. I pinched and extended her nipples in rhythm to our fast and furious pace. I gave hard grunts with every insertion and she fiercely moaned in echo. A sheen of sweat coated our bodies as we continued our insane copulating.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!"

I smiled. I love doing God's work with this happy homemaker.

Deanna's hips were on autopilot, moving at an unnatural fury. I was not outdone, sending piercing thrust after never ending piercing thrust into her cunt. Her pussy, sleek and tight, clenched on my cock. I held onto her hips and barreled into her depths one last time. She shrieked as if she saw a ghost while I flooded her womb.

"Yes Father Brinson, impregnate your willing servant!"

Deanna's body convulsed and her pleasure juices mingled with mine. I remained buried inside as she rode out her wave. She gave a faint smile, "I had no idea God's work would be so much fun."

I leaned into her ear, "And we get to do this until His work is done." I finished by nibbling on her earlobe.

"I'm looking forward to it." Deanna gave a soft giggle, "I never knew sex could be like that." 

This Sunday, I had a special treat in store for the good preacher. I wanted to play on his Vietnam past and the horrors he saw. All it took was a phone call to my favorite dealer, Dwayne.

After visiting Father Hargrove in his office, I was heading to my seat, curious to how my plans would play out, when Ricky stopped me again.

"Father, do you have any more of that," his head went from side to side to verify no one was near, "that stuff."

"You owe me money and you want more?"

"I'll pay you next week, I promise." Ricky gave me a pleading look, "Please?"

As if I needed the money. I shook my head as I gave him a little plastic bag. "You really owe me kid."

"I know, I know," Ricky's smile was ear to ear. "Thanks. I'll pay you next week, for sure."

"All right," I gave a head nod to where he was supposed to be. "Go get ready for mass."

I took my seat and waited patiently. Father Hargrove took the podium and began. For the first time since my arrival, his sermon was impeccable. At least it was for ten minutes. He shrieked. It was blood curdling as he dropped to the floor and covered his head with his hands. I had to refrain my smile as I ran up to him.

"Father Hargrove? Are you all right?" He was shaky as I helped him to his feet, his eyes fixed to a window in the back of the church.

Father Hargrove began stammering, "I, uh, I... I thought I saw..." He took a deep breath and patted my shoulder. "I'm fine." He then gazed at his confused congregation. "Sorry for the outburst everyone. Let's continue, shall we?"

There was a murmuring in the crowd as I retook my seat, but it died down as Father Hargrove got into his groove again. It lasted only five minutes before he screamed, "Everyone down! Charlie is all around us!" before ducking down behind the podium again.

I must admit, the Vietnamese hooker I paid Dwayne to have peek inside the back windows was worth every penny. I once again went to Father Hargrove's side. "It's all right, Father." I put my arm around his side and helped him to stand. "Why don't you take a break? Get a drink of water, relax a little; I'll finish up today."

"Thanks Father Brinson." Father Hargrove shook his head, "I don't know what I'd do without you here." With his head held low, he slowly headed down the hallway to his office.

I finished mass, spewing more bullshit and reiterating that everyone needs to give unto God, heart, body and soul. At the end, I handed out the money from the donations sold, minus my cut, of course, and then headed to the rectory. When I opened the door, Father Hargrove had his belongings in a small box. He was a defeated man.

"Going somewhere?"

"I lost them Father Brinson." Father Hargrove shook his head. "My age has finally caught up with me, so I'm retiring. Figure I'd go be with my family, see the grandkids down in Phoenix."

"That's nonsense. I've seen many a congregation have an elderly leader."

"A shepherd can't tend his flock if they feel he is not worthy." Father Hargrove gave me a slight smile, "You're a good man, Father Brinson. Better than I as it seems as you were able to do something I couldn't. This came for you yesterday. Forgive me for opening it." Father Hargrove handed me an envelope from Green Meadows. Inside was a check for the amount due. Seems the company's lawsuits were dismissed and the government was now backing them.

"Don't know how you did it, but I'm glad you did. Take care of my town for me."

Father Hargrove extended his hand and I shook it. "You take care Father and may God smile over your journey."

I smiled as he left. Not only did I accomplish what I set out to do, but I just received a hefty bonus for my work. Now all I have to do is square things with Ricky. He needs to learn it's not good to be in debt. I know just the thing.

At the afternoon lunch, I made it a point to speak with Ricky. I pulled him aside as everyone was leaving.

"Listen kid, you owe me money. Now I thought about it and have decided I want to collect. Today." I pushed my finger into his chest for emphasis.

"But Father Brinson, I don't have it. You said I could pay next week." It came out in a childish whine.

I put my hand to my chin, "Hmm. Yes I did, but I changed my mind."

"But..."

"Let me finish," I stated sternly. "Damn."

"Uh, um, okay."

"Anyways, there is more than one way to repay my generosity."

"There is?"

"Yes there is, and what I want you to do is simply bake some brownies with this," I handed him another bag. According to Dwayne, it was the strongest weed there is. "Do it today and then go to a friend's house until tomorrow morning. If you do that, we're even."

"Really?" Ricky was beyond exuberant as he grabbed the plastic bag.

"Of course," I laughed. "Would a priest lie?"

I waited until late in the evening before I made my way over to the Barkley residence. I went with a button down dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and matched it with a pair of slacks. Suave, debonair, that's the image I wanted to project. I took one last deep breath to gather myself, put on a smile, and rang the doorbell.

The oak slab opened to reveal Kristen, wearing a white night gown. "Father Brinson, what a surprise. What brings you here at such a late hour?"

"Sorry for coming over so late, but something has been gnawing at me about Ricky."

"Ricky?" Ever the worried parent, Kristen's face immediately showed a deep concern. "Please, please, do come in Father." We walked into the kitchen and she offered me a chair at the table. "I apologize, I don't have anything to offer, but my son made some brownies. Would you like one?"

"How about we knock out the whole plate with some milk while we discuss Ricky. I think we'll need it."

"That bad?" Kristen cringed as I just looked at her. "Okay, I'll get the milk."

I was patient. I waited for Kristen to return and encouraged her to start eating. I grabbed a brownie myself, but it was an action just for show. Instead, I began a long drawn out explanation on why I was there. Simply put, I told her in great detail how I thought Ricky got into the wrong crowd and how I now believe he was using drugs. I also told her not to worry. I had a plan of attack and would work with her to ensure her son gets back on the right track. I kept talking until I saw the effects of the hash in the brownies to take hold.

"Why don't we check the computer to see if we can't find what he's been looking at?"

"Okay," Kristen giggled. "It's in the living room."

She led me to the desktop and moved the mouse to activate the screen. "You can take the chair, I don't mind standing."

"That's not fair," I countered as I sat. "You can sit here." I reached around her body and pulled her into my lap. She laughed as I held her in my arms.

I immediately saw what I was looking for; an icon that was labeled 'Town Budget' in the upper left hand corner of the screen. "What's this?" I asked as I clicked it.

"Oh, that's just the listings for all of Middleton's accounts. Where the money comes in, where it's held, and where it then gets distributed. I can manage it all right here, because I am that good!" Kristen had begun laughing hysterically.

Jackpot. "I bet you are!" I started tickling at her right side as I minimized the window and brought up the internet. I was then quick to bring up a porn site. "Oops."

"Oh my," Kristen put her hand to her mouth.

The couple on the screen were rutting like animals, the woman just being pounded from behind by the overly endowed man. Kristen purred as her surprise turned to lust as she leaned back against my chest, not even asking for me to click to a different site. I wrapped my arms around her body, my hands easily landed on her luscious orbs. She squirmed in my lap as I manipulated and molded before I tweaked her nipples. She moaned in response and her desire was becoming evident as her light hip movements were becoming a constant, firm rub against my girth. She was ready. I was ready.

I easily pulled off her nightgown. She turned to face me, and after a momentary pause, her head dove toward mine. Our lips quickly connected, her tongue easily slipping inside my mouth. Her hands clutched at my shirt, gripping it tightly before relaxing and moving to the top button. One by one, her fingers removed each one, descending until they were no more. But she kept going south, quickly dispatching with the latch of my belt.

I moved my own hands to her ass and surprised her as I stood. I took a couple steps and tossed Kristen to the couch, eliciting a giggle from my chemically imbalanced partner. As I removed my lower garments, her lust filled eyes never left my crotch, her lower lip caught in her teeth as she smiled.

At that moment, her mouth looked so adorable, so inviting. I stalked over and entangled my hand in her hair. What I wanted was obvious and Kristen simply opened her mouth. I forced a complete impalement, ramming everything I had into her mouth and down her throat. Kristen's eyes went wide and her head went to retreat, but I wasn't having any of that. My hand seemingly engulfed her head, my fingers gripping her brown colored locks. I didn't give her any time to adjust and started to fuck her mouth mercilessly. With every withdrawal, she gasped for precious oxygen around my cock and with every thrust, tears jettisoned from her eyes and panic was strewn across her face.

Looking down, a strange feeling filled my being: empathy. I actually felt sorry for the poor woman. I was having fun but decided to give her a break. Besides, I still wanted to fuck her.

I released my grip and Kristen immediately pulled away, and began breathing heavily. As she stared up at me, I could tell she wasn't scared, but she was intimidated by me. I kneeled down, cupped her face, and kissed her. She trembled briefly at the contact before she kissed back. More so even. Her being used caused her lust to build. Her arms grappled around my neck and her tongue delved into my mouth. I relinquished the kiss and noted her lascivious smile.

As I stood, I offered her my hand and she greedily accepted. She knew I was going to take her where she has never gone before. As soon she made it to her feet, I turned her around and bent her over. I wasn't subtle with my actions and her arms had to brace the couch to keep from falling onto it.




Games of Deceit: Divine Revelations



I quickly stepped behind her and entwined my hand in her hair. I jerked her head back as I sliced my entire manhood into her folds in one thrust.

"Ugh," Kristen cried out, whether it be out of pain from my ripping at her hair or the pleasure my cock was giving her. I had no idea and I didn't care.

I started methodically, torqueing her hair every time I buried my shaft into her. For Kristen, I was giving her something she never had before. To me, Kristen was just a hole to get my pleasure. With those thoughts, my intensity grew. I repeatedly slammed into her body, her being. I was not just fucking her; I was forcing my will into her soul. I was unforgiving as I cruelly pounded into her cunt and it felt wonderful.

Kristen's body was doing everything it could to keep up. She kept having mini spasms, her pussy pulsing around its intruder while it leaked like a sieve. She was grunting incoherently to every piercing injection, her knuckles a deep ivory shade as they clutched the back of the couch.

I pulled out completely of her and spread her ass cheeks apart. Kristen glanced back over her shoulder in confusion. I smiled as I pushed hard against her anal hole. I forced myself inside. The scream she gave to my action could only be described as piercing. 

"Relax Bitch, or this will tear us both apart!"

I sawed into her frame, thrusting every last inch in her rectum. Her muscles were learning to cope out of self-defense and it became increasingly enjoyable plowing into her tight ass. I brutally pummeled in and out, grabbing her hair once again. I reached around to play with her pussy and she was saturated. I slammed three fingers inside and she moaned for the whole neighborhood to hear.

I jerked Kristen's head back, almost gymnastically so, as I buried to the hilt into her ass one last time. My shaft enlarged as it spewed forth my seed deep into her channel. 

That action spawned Kristen's furious orgasm. At last able to catch up from my ministrations, her cunt clamped down, her body shook like an earthquake, and an elongated wail escaped her lips. She was so lost in her euphoria, I had to detangle my hand from her hair and hold her up by her hips as her arms were just dangling at her sides.

When I was sure Kristen was finished, I released her frame and she withered to the couch. I grabbed the afghan from the back of the couch and draped it over her. I wanted to encourage her slumber, as I now had work to do.

I sat back down in front of the computer. Just tapping the mouse made the slideshow pictures of Kristen and Ricky disappear. With a simple click, I was back into the town's financials.

As treasurer, Kristen really did have everything organized. It makes everything easier when it is all prepared for me. I clicked the account that had the money that was being held until it was dispersed. And that account had 1.2 million dollars in it. 

I cracked my knuckles and began to work. I couldn't help the slight smile that percolated my lips as I tapped key after key. It took mere minutes to remove every solitary cent from the town's accounts and put them into one of mine. A new Swiss account under the pseudonym Rick Barkley.

With the community now tapped out, there was only one thing left to do before I left -- Add guilt. I grabbed a piece of printer paper and a black gel pen.

To Kristen,

I am embarrassed. Even after prayer allowed me to realize we only acted the way in which we did was because Ricky put drugs inside the brownies we consumed. Regardless of reason, our acts have caused me to reassess God's plan for me. It's just not acceptable for a man of the cloth to behave in such a manner. I have decided to leave, where I am going or what I am going to do; I do not know. May God have mercy on me.

Father Brinson

And so I left the city of Middleton. I left the city broke, allowed a father and daughter to become happy together, convinced a married woman to happily get pregnant from a man not her husband, fuck senseless another and then make her feel guilty over it. It was my own happy ending to this adventure as I go looking for my next one. 

I can't wait to see what God has in store for me next.



Games of Deceit



"Because they're immature imbeciles."

"Yes, but they do it because they view you as an easy target. And they see you as such because you yourself don't see you for what you are, a beautiful woman."

"But I'm not that."

"There are two things in my mind that require a person to be a woman, age and maturity, and you have more maturity than most adults I know. How old are you Katie?"

"Eighteen."

"That makes you a woman," I nodded the affirmative to make my point.

"Okay," Katie shook her head, "I'll concede the point but being a woman doesn't make one beautiful."

"True, but you are beautiful, you just don't see it. And you need to see it to build your confidence. Once you have confidence, you will no longer be an easy target and your detractors will move on to someone else. Understand?"

"Yes, but I'm not beautiful so that won't happen," Katie defended her position.

"You're on the debate team, aren't you?"

"Yes, the chess club as well," Katie narrowed her eyes. "How'd you know that?

"Because you're treating this like one," I chuckled. "Well I have an idea. We can argue this until we're blue in the face and I still won't convince you. So let's make a deal."

"What kind of deal?" Katie spoke tentatively and her head tilted to one side.

"A game of chess," I pointed to her board in the corner. "If I win, you not only let me show you how beautiful you are, but you let me help build your confidence as well. All I need is this weekend."

"And if I win?" Katie immediately followed.

"I'll let you drive your father's car anytime. Think of it, your mom leaves before you and comes home after you do. The BMW would have to be better than that rusty piece of tin Camry you drive."

"Are you sure? Father will be upset if you do that."

"I've been on my own since I was seventeen," I winked at her. "If he gets mad I'll leave. Do we have a deal?"

"I must warn you, I'm the schools captain and I haven't been defeated since I was a freshman."

"All I hear is 'I'm scared Patrick is going to beat me,'" I even added a childish whine at the end of that statement. "Do we have a deal?"

Katie quickly crossed the room and grabbed the board, "Yes we do but don't get mad when you're driving my rusty piece of tin tomorrow."

We set the board and I let her be white. "I see you're using a Reti opening," I smiled at her. "Let's see what you can do with it." Katie laughed nervously. I didn't think she was prepared for my knowledge. 

We played for a while and it was obvious she hadn't encountered someone playing the Hedgehog Defence. She struggled to find an opening. Eventually, she succeeded. She had me on the ropes as she just had more practice. But I saw an opening. A sacrifice. I looked at my opponent and judged her for what she was: a very good player, but someone who goes against high school students. Here we go. I moved my queen in position. Katie stared at me, perplexed beyond belief. I just gave her my queen. 

"Okay." Katie drew out the word as she moved that pesky knight to capture my queen.

That move allowed my rook to penetrate her defense and four moves later I declared, "Checkmate."

Katie hung her head low, "Damn, I thought I had you." She gazed up at me and held out her hand. "Good game, now how are you going to make me beautiful?"

I sat her in the chair in front of her mirror. "Here's what I see," I looked at her through the mirror. "I think you have lovely hair but you use it as a curtain which hides your best features," I pulled her hair from her face. "See, just by doing that one thing, you can now show off your high cheek bones, narrow nose and full lips to better seduce a guy."

Katie blushed at my comment. "Please don't tease me."

"Wouldn't a guy help against the girls picking on you?"

"No guy will want me," Katie hung her head.

"You're right, no guy would because they would be too immature," I cupped her chin and raised it. "What a classy woman like you needs is a man. They're harder to find, especially in high school but you'll get one." I kissed her forehead. "C'mon, that's enough for today. But come tomorrow, I get you for the entire weekend and I'm not going to stop until I prove how beautiful you are." I held out my hand and Katie accepted it. "How about pizza for dinner? After that long nerve racking game, I can use some sustenance."

"Sounds good," Katie smiled.

"And one more thing," I stopped when I reached the hall. "You are an adult so you should go by the adult name of Kate, not Katie."

Kate accepted my offer. This was going to be fun.

The next morning, after Lillian left, Kate entered the kitchen. She was in her normal crap clothing but she did have her hair pulled back with a headband. I will have to do something with that clothing. I gave a wolf whistle.

Kate blushed, "Stop it Patrick."

"Hey, I can't help it. I see a beautiful woman and I can't control myself. What man could?" I went over and sat the BMW keys on the counter. "I want you to get used to luxury because when I'm through with you, that's the only thing that will be acceptable for you." I am going to spoil this girl to do what I want. Teenagers are the easiest to manipulate.

Kate's eyes lit up and she hugged me, "Thank you! Oh thank you."

"You've deserve it."

I spent my day over at the Russell's, but that was because Eileen wasn't at her house. When it came time for Kate to be home, I excused myself and made my way there as well. I saw the BMW in the driveway and it was still running. Kate was in the driver's seat, her head on the steering wheel, sobbing.

"What happened?" I asked as I opened the door.

"Just leave me alone. I don't want to do this anymore," Kate whimpered. "I'm not your Barbie doll."

I knelt down and hugged her. "Kate, those students who tease you are assholes. I assume they made fun of your hair being pulled back and that means their jealous. They now see you as a rival and you know what?" Kate gazed up at me glassy eyed. "They shouldn't because you won't want any of the boys that want those retards. Remember, you're going for a man." I gave her a warm embrace. "I only wish your parents wouldn't have sheltered you so much. Let's get you out of that shell." People love to blame others for their shortcomings. I'm offering Kate her parents for that outlet.

Kate sniffled as she smiled up at me. "Okay, a deal is a deal. What are we doing today?"

"Today, we're going shopping."

We went to the mall, but not by her house. I didn't want any of those idiot children interrupting my plans. Kate was listening to me and that's how I wanted it. I wanted to start her off slow, so we went to the optometrist. They gave her a trial pair of contact lenses and they made a huge difference. She liked the look. Next, we went looking for a cocktail dress. Something elegant that could also scream 'bend me over and fuck me.' I pulled out a traditional little black dress that was form fitting. When I handed it to her to try on, she hesitated and I knew she was about to say something.

"All I ask is for you to give it a chance. When you go out on a date with a man, you'll want to look you're best. Trust me."

Kate cracked a smile and went into the dressing room. I waited until I heard her voice. "Patrick, I don't know about this."

I was a little frustrated. I know this isn't what she normally wears, but if I'm getting this reaction now, she'll fight with me on her new normal clothes and I can't have that. I grabbed something quickly off the shelf and went to the clerk guarding the changing rooms. "Do you have this in size 6?" 

"Everything we have is on the shelf." The woman didn't even look at me.

"I'd appreciate it if you could double check for me."

She looked up at me. "I told you..."

"I'm trying to be fucking nice," I said forcefully and then much calmer, "I'm just asking you to take thirty steps to the back and double check. Please."

The woman grabbed the garment and with a huff, turned on her heels to go to the back. I smiled. That was easy. Now it was Kate's turn. I walked straight into the dressing room and opened the first changing room door. It caught Kate off guard.

"You can't be in here. You'll get in trouble."

"And yet, here I am." Kate didn't have an answer for that. "Now what's the problem?" I demanded.

"Um... I think um."

"Kate. What's the problem?"

Kate took a deep breath. "It's too short and too tight. I don't like it."

I had her face the mirror. "What do you see?"

"What do you mean? I see me."

I moved in close and put my hand on her shoulders, my lips moving close to her ear. "I see someone who looks gorgeous and can have any man she wanted. If I was younger..." I licked her earlobe and she shuddered. "There is only one problem." And with those words, I unzipped the back and unsnapped her bra. "You're not supposed to wear a bra with this dress." I suppose I should have told her to take it off, but at this point, I wanted her to get used to being touched. I want her mother to catch her fucking some high school jerkoff by the end of the week. I turned around. "Hurry up and show me what it's supposed to look like."

I felt her eyes on me in the mirror, but I didn't turn until she announced, "Done."

"Oh my god," I hugged her tight. "I'm jealous I'm not twenty years younger."

"Really?" Kate pulled at the hem of the dress downward. "You like it that much?"

"I love it. Now you change and I'll meet you out there. We have much more shopping to do."

Kate laughed, "Okay Patrick."

We went to a myriad of stores. I complimented her incessantly and the clothes got sluttier and sluttier. She didn't like some, but when that happened, I went the extra mile with light touches and pointed out all the possibilities. After clothes, we went shoes shopping. Several pairs of high heels, stilettos, sandals, anything that had a raised heel to them ended up in our cart, had to sculpt those legs for fucking. Next was jewelry. Gold hoop earrings, a necklace with a cross charm, and a couple of chokers were needed to complete her outfit ensembles. 

"What are we doing here?" Kate asked as we entered the lingerie store.

"Confidence." I answered as Kate stared at me suspiciously. "A woman wearing lingerie has confidence. It makes her feel sexy and that shows in your persona." 

I was sure I could twist her to do it but I was glad the sales representative overheard my conversation because she came over to us and added, "Its true Sweetie. Now listen up, I'm Trixie and I'll be taking care of you. What can I interest ya'll in?" Her voice had a sexy southern drawl to it.

Kate was bashful but now she was willing, "Um, I don't really know."

"Everything you got, we want," I answered immediately. "Garters, corsets, bustiers, thongs, g-strings, and a few demi cup bras ought to hold her over."

"My, my," the clerk rebutted. "Sir, let me take care of her for you. You give me an hour and we'll get her squared away."

"It doesn't matter the cost. I just want her happy. I'll be back in an hour." I then kissed Kate's cheek, "I want you to have fun."

I watched as the young clerk put her arm around Kate and walked towards the back of the store. "You sure found yourself a good man to spend all that money on you. And he's good looking to boot. Sweetie, I'm jealous." I thought about asking for Trixie's number, but I didn't want to break the illusion. She was so gung ho about helping. I left to wander the mall for an hour.

When I came back, Kate was overjoyed and rushed to hug me. "I take it you had fun," I smiled.

"Absolutely," Kate was ecstatic. "Trixie even showed me how to put everything on."

"Good, now let me take care of the bill. I called your mother and let her know where we were at and that we'll bring home Chinese for dinner." We went to the counter and I settled the massive invoice. I could afford it, but my plan better work because I just spent a lot for nothing if it fails.

"I can't wait to try some of my outfits on with all the accessories," Kate gushed as we left the store.

"We'll wait for your mother to go to bed and then you can put on a modeling show for me. Sound good?"

"I'm so excited!" Kate squealed.

After the three of us ate, I enjoyed a glass of wine with Lillian and listened. I noted she made an interesting comment about missing her husband. Soon we were finished and we each headed upstairs, her to sleep and me to push her daughter into becoming more of a whore. I wasn't bored.

I bypassed my room and walked straight into Kate's bedroom. I didn't even knock. She was typing something on her computer but stopped when she heard me enter. Her smile was grand.

"That's what I like to see when I come in here," I stated to her reaction.

"What's that?" 

"You paying attention to me right when I enter and to do it with such eagerness, it would make any man pleased." I smiled, "You ready."

"More than ever," Kate responded as she went out the door. 

I knew I'd be waiting a few minutes for her to get back. She didn't want her mother asking questions so she left all the purchases in the car. She arrived back faster than I expected and I took that as a good sign. She dropped all the bags on her bed and for the first time, I saw in pure abundance how much I spent. I knew we made a couple trips to the car but damn, I spent some cash.

"What would you like to see first?"

"Surprise me." I simply swiveled in my chair and closed my eyes. I love reactions and hers did surprise me. I heard her rustling through the purchases and the taking off her clothes without caring I was in the room. She was going to be a perfect little puppet.

"Done," Kate said in an anxious manner.

I swiveled in the chair to see a superb sight, my niece, a wet dream. Kate was in a white top that exposed her midriff and a deep v cut out for her cleavage, the black demi cut bra was doing its job to enhance her wonder. She wore a tight and very short black mini skirt and if she were to sit, I would be able to see all her charms. She chose the regular black high heels and I could tell she wasn't comfortable in them at all. Her legs were wobbly just standing there. The hooped gold earrings looked awesome and the cross that dangled right into her cleavage offered the greatest of contradictions. I put my hand to my mouth and scrunched my eyebrows as if in thought. I wanted her to sweat a little.

"Turn around." Kate followed instruction, even if the heels weren't listening to her. When her back was to me, I saw the black string to her underwear. She finished her 360 spin and had her head bowed. I lowered my hand to reveal a huge smile and she perked up immediately. "You look spectacular."

"I didn't think you liked it," Kate said relieved. "Especially since I can't walk in these heels," she snickered as she glanced to her feet.

"Those just take some getting used to," I countered. "Practice with the stilettos. There the hardest and if you master them, you've mastered them all." I nodded my approval once again. "Just think if your parents would've allowed you to wear these outfits from the beginning. Those bitches at school don't stand a chance now. Watch out, here comes Kate Cleary."

Kate looked into the mirror. "You think so? It doesn't look too slutty does it?"

There is no such thing as too slutty. Blasphemy. I stood up, cupped her chin, and stared her straight in the eyes, our faces mere inches apart. "Tonight, you are the most exotic, sexy, and fucking gorgeous woman I have ever seen." As I said this, my other hand hovered over her ass. "It's not your fault you were caged all your life. Now I want to hear you say it. Say 'I was caged by my parents and now I'm fucking gorgeous.'"

"I was caged by my parents and now I'm gorgeous," Kate whispered.

"Say it like you mean it, and fucking swear this time. You're eighteen, use some damn grown up words."

"I was caged by my parents and now I'm fucking gorgeous."

"Again."

"I was caged by my parents and now I'm fucking gorgeous!"

I'm glad Lillian was on the other side of the house because that last one could have awoken the dead. I smiled and then smacked Kate firmly on her ass. She yelped in surprise. I intentionally left my hand there for a couple of seconds more than appropriate while adding a quick rub. "What makes you deadly as a woman is you have brains and beauty. That's a lethal combination." I retook my seat and spun around to give her some semblance of privacy.

She modeled several more outfits for me, each one as whorish as the last. I couldn't have been more thrilled. Kate was really getting into it, striking provocative poses with each one. I hope I'd be able to sneak over to Eileen's tomorrow. I'm going to need relief after watching the private show this teen was putting on for me. I was just about to swivel my chair away from her again after witnessing a sexier than hell red coordinated ensemble that if it would've shown anymore flesh, she would have been nude when Kate stopped me.

"Patrick?"

I was profile to her but spun back so I could manipulate her better if she was starting to have second thoughts. "Yes Babe." I wanted to emphasize to her that she still looked good and hoped that one word alone will quell her doubts.

Kate giggled, "That might already answer my question." See, I told you. "But I'd still like to hear it. Can you be my man?"

It's not often someone, especially a teenager, catches me completely off guard but that did it. "The plan was to build your confidence by building your sex appeal which proves your beauty to yourself and then take all that and steal the boyfriend of the bitch harassing you." Notice I did not say 'yes' or 'no'. Rarely do I have to stall for time. 

Kate's face had a forlorn expression to it. "But he's a guy, not a man."

I sat in thought. The pros: I'd have an in house pussy anytime I wanted. Imagine if I was the one Lillian caught Kate fucking. I could use her and leave her when I'm done here. The cons: It's against the law to fuck your niece.

"You've already proven to me that you care about me more than my parents ever did. You've taken me out, bought me things, and compliment me more than you ever should. No one has ever spoken to me the way you do. That girl Trixie at the lingerie shop said I was lucky to have a man like you. She made me think. I feel beautiful when I'm with you and I'm falling in love with you."

When have I ever cared about the law? I'll accept but on my terms. That's the key to any transaction, really. Have it on your terms. "It's not that simple."

"Why not? Is it because I'm your niece? You said I shouldn't think of you that way and I don't."

"No," I said flatly. "It's because I'm very demanding. I've proven how I can take care of my woman and I expect my woman to take care of me. As an adult, I want more than a girl to hang out with. I want someone I can fuck anytime, anywhere, and anyhow. I need someone who will NEVER say no to my wishes and I don't mean just in the house either. You would be mine: heart, body and soul. It takes a special woman to fulfill my needs."

"I'm a woman." Kate stared me down and my cock grew tight in my pants.

"Come here," I pointed to right in front of me. Kate came forward slowly but that was because of the high heels. I put my hands on her shoulders. "Have you ever been touched sexually?" She shook her head but kept eye contact. My hands began to trace her body. From her shoulders, they grabbed her neck forcefully. "I like it rough." My hands went south; their now feathery touch gliding down, scraping the outside firmness of her tits. Kate quivered. "I don't believe in making love. I fuck." The poor girl was frozen in my clutches as I went further down and under her red mini skirt. I palmed her pussy. "You would be my property. Mine alone and I can get very jealous. You wouldn't be able to utter one word to another male." I used the word male because of our already defined definitions of guy and man. She's too smart and could have used that as a loophole. I hate loopholes. My hand then went to her backside, shifted the string acting as a barricade, and shoved my pinkie finger into her asshole. "Every hole you have will be open to me and not just without complaint but with an eagerness to show devotion. You will be about one thing and one thing only: pleasing me. Every minute of your life will be dedicated to the sole purpose of pleasing me. Is that something you still want, Babe?"




Games of Deceit



Kate shuddered her response of "yes" as I removed my finger.

"We'll see if you feel the same after this weekend. It'll be your trial and I will have your answer at midnight on Sunday." I scooted back. "Now on with the show." I had no intention of fucking her right then and there, though I wanted to. Where would the fun in that be? Life is about adventure and I've just created one for her. And this is one reality show I can't wait to see play out.

I gave my approval to all her outfits. Kate wanted to show off her new lingerie as well but I told her not to. That will come later. I stood and kissed her briefly on the lips. "There are three things you must fix within yourself to pass. First is to never say no or question the decisions I make. I have my reasons for everything I do and say. I worry about this one because you are one intelligent woman. I like that about you but not to my decisions. Second, you need to be able to move gracefully in those stilettos by Sunday afternoon. That will be a deal breaker. And third, swear more. I love a woman with a filthy mouth. It makes me want to slam my cock down her throat." I kissed her lips again and this time lingered for a few seconds. "Goodnight Kate."

"Kate? Not Babe?" Kate was down about that.

"What did I just say about questioning me?" I forcefully thundered.

"I apologize," Kate quickly countered. "I'll fucking work on that."

I smiled, "Don't force the swearing but do say it more." I shook my head. "As for the name, you'll have to earn you're title and like I said, we'll see. Goodnight."

I woke up early. I couldn't help it. I was excited about what I was going to put Kate through and if she'd accept all my challenges. I haven't been this enthusiastic since I scammed the AIDS research foundation out of 1.5 million dollars. Now that was fun.

I went downstairs and started coffee. Lillian will be home and if Kate was eager to please, well, I couldn't wait to see Lillian's reaction to her daughter. This place was about to get lively. Right at her usual 8:30am Saturday time, Lillian appeared in the kitchen in her bathrobe, her usual attire for weekend mornings. 

"Good morning Lillian." I smiled and handed her a fresh cup.

"Morning," Lillian muttered. "I don't know how you manage it. Even on weekends you're up early, chipper, and my lifesaver for having my coffee ready."

"I told you, I just want to be relevant," I clanked my mug against hers.

"If Adrian ever says you have to leave, I'll fight with him tooth and nail," Lillian took a sip of her coffee. "You've been so helpful. You even do some things Adrian won't do for me."

That statement proved Lillian was ripe for me to pry into her life but one conquest at a time. You can't have too much on your plate and I had...

"Oh my God Kate, what are you wearing?" Lillian exasperated.

To me, Kate looked phenomenal. Tired but phenomenal. She wore a red spaghetti strapped top that showed a line of flesh down her midsection with the only obstruction a tiny tie to keep her tits from falling out. There wasn't even a bra. She had on her black mini skirt and her red pumps. I smiled and nodded my approval.

Kate's smile brightened when she saw me and then spun around. A red thong today. "Do you like it mother?"

"Where did you get that monstrosity? Go upstairs and change right this instant!"

Kate did something that made me proud. She talked back to her mother. "No," she said forcefully. "I'm a grown woman and I can dress how I want. You can't keep me locked in a fucking cage forever!" She stormed out the door.

Lillian was beside herself. "What just happened?" Her voice was as soft as the breeze.

I embraced Lillian and rubbed her lower back. "Don't worry about Kate, I'll watch over her. She had asked me to take her to the mall today because her car was making a strange noise. I'll just stay out of sight and follow her around to see whom she meets up with. It may take some time but I'll find out who is corrupting her."

Lillian stared at me, "You'd do that?"

"Of course," I kissed her forehead. "You're both my family and I LOVE my family." Just planting seeds.

Lillian went on her tiptoes and kissed me mostly on the cheek but also on the edge of my mouth. "Thank you."

"Well I better hurry before the neighbors think she's standing on the corner to try and sell herself," I chuckled.

"Yeah," Lillian half snickered. "Just see if you can talk some sense to her."

"I'll try but it'll take time for her to believe what I'm saying is helpful. You know how we were when we were at that age. We thought we knew everything already. See you tonight."

I got in the driver's seat and started the engine. "You did well. Keep it up." I kissed her and slipped my tongue inside her mouth for the first time. Kate was definitely inexperienced. I chuckled. "Not bad but next time, pay attention to what I do to you and then do the same."

"Okay," She blushed.

"Now smile and tell me why you look so tired."

"It's those damn stilettos fault. I was up all night trying to walk in them. Fuck my ankles hurt," Kate glanced up at me to see if I noticed her use of profanity. I did but I already gave her one compliment about behavior and I didn't want to give her the satisfaction. "But the good news is I can walk in the regular high heels now without falling." 

Our first stop was Le Magnifique, an upscale spa and salon. I saw the excitement in Kate's eyes. I pulled in and she went to open the car door. "What are you doing?" Kate's face was masked in confusion at my question. "I will take care of you as you take care of me. There is no need for you to ever touch a door in my presence." I immediately got out, opened her door, and offered my hand. When she stood, she immediately threw her arm in mine and laid her head on my shoulder. "I like you hanging on to me." She held me tighter and we entered the establishment.

"Welcome to Le Magnifique," the woman's nametag read Claudette and she was doing her best French accent possible which turned out to be the worst accent imaginable. "What can we do for you today?"

"This is Kate," I put my hands on her shoulders. "And she wants everything." It was an answer to get a reaction, however true the answer was.

"Excuse- moi?" Claudette said in disbelief.

I smiled, "I want every hair removed from her body from the neck down, a facial, a manicure, a pedicure, a seductive hairstyle in a fiery red color, and a sultry makeup look. She also needs to know how to reapply it and let's throw in a full body massage as well. So basically, everything."

Claudette finished writing down my ramble, looked up, and held out both of her hands with a smile, "Ms. Kate, please come with me."

At that point, I was ready to insult her fake accent but I didn't want any revenge to happen against Kate. I wanted her to enjoy this place to soften her up for the rest of the day. I took a seat and waited patiently. That is another skill I have, patience. I don't need Facebook, video games, a magazine, or any other distractions. I just sit and watch people. Analyze everybody I see and discern who could be conned the easiest. I met a woman, Marla Sturgis, who was there to get her hair done for a Valentine's wedding of her daughter. She was a stockbroker for Windham Securities and had her laptop with her so she could glance over some reports while she waited. In the end, I got her to log into her office account because I showed interest in being a new client. Her ID was simple, last name first name. Her password was seventeen characters long but I had it. She spent the next fifteen minutes with me pointing out how I could improve my portfolio before she was called back. She gave me her card. I told her my name was Henry Chadwick and I'd have to talk to my wife about it. People are so easy to coerce. For Marla, it was greed.

I sat a while longer before Kate appeared looking like a million dollar whore and she was all for me. Wow. I couldn't wait for tomorrow to have those plump ruby red lips gagging around my pole while my hands twisted in her new red hair.

I settled the bill and gave Claudette a tip. "It would've been more if it wasn't for the shit accent." Kate giggled at my honesty.

Claudette's shoulders slumped and her face fell. "They make us do it," she responded in a natural voice.

"See, now there's a melodic voice. Tell your boss their pigheaded. People prefer honesty and believe me; they know you're located in Hilldale and not France." I glanced at the girl clinging to me. "Ready?"

"Absolutely."

The next place we went was Mickey's Sex Appeal, a sex shop in the Lost District. Mickey was by far the funniest person I have ever encountered. He was short, overly plump, and had a voice that sounded like he hasn't hit puberty. I think he only opened the sex shop to see the women who came in, and despite all his flaws, they came to him. In troves. I wonder if he added cocaine to the female sex toys? When I opened Kate's door, she appeared nervous.

"Having that look on your face gives me the impression you are questioning me." I threw a hard glare at her for effect.

Kate enthusiastically bounced out of the car and kissed me on the lips. "It wasn't that. I just have never been to this side of town. It has a bad reputation."

Kate must have remembered how I kissed her this morning because that was good. "You just have to know how things work on this side of town." I opened my arms wide and spun around. "See, nothing bad has happened to us. You only think that way because your parents tormented you." I held out my arm and she accepted. "Now let's see what fun toys we can find you."

We entered the shop and Kate was in awe. I figured she had never been to a place like this and I was right, as usual. Mickey saw us right away and waddled as quickly to us from behind the counter.

"Holy shit Bill! That is one hot piece of ass." I never use my real name. Why? That's how people find you. In the Lost District, I'm known as Bill Washington.

I leaned into Kate, "I told you you're fucking gorgeous." At that moment a buxom, raven haired beauty that looked like she could have been in the dirty porn magazines stood up from behind the counter, tucked her tits in her skimpy white wrap, and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Yours don't look bad either."

"Yeah, she's one of my regulars. Gives great head. Maybe we could trade sometime?"

"No, this one is all mine," I pulled Kate further into me and she mewled.

"Too bad," Mickey was almost drooling over Kate. "So what can I do you for?"

"Kate needs one of your infamous toy baskets. She's brand new at this and doesn't have one solitary piece of pleasure to her name."

"I can definitely get you what you're looking for." Mickey started eyeing me up. "Bill, you don't look like the type who makes love."

"No, I..."

Mickey cut me off by holding up his hand. "But you don't appear to be into the slave/master or BDSM scenes either. That leaves everything in between. Now if I had to guess..." He snapped his fingers and then finished by pointing his index finger at me. "You want a rough and tumble toy basket. Rough enough to have dominant fun with minimal pain so your Bitch can tumble around in the sheets." He gave a hard nod knowing he was right. I have to admit, he really could size up his clientele. He then gestured behind him, "Crystal likes to be used the same way." He then looked at Kate, "You ready to pick out your basket?"

Kate and I followed him to the back wall. The baskets weren't really baskets. They were boxes about twice the size of a fisherman's tackle box. On the far left were one's made with frilly lace and padding, on the far right were ones made of cold metal with spikes on them. Mickey really was the jack-of-all-trades when it came to sex. We were standing just to the right of the center. These boxes were made of various woods.

Mickey patted Kate's back with enough force so she'd be a step in front of us. "Okay, pick one."

Kate was mesmerized for a moment but then grabbed one quickly. It was half-white and half-black made to look like a yin yang symbol with a large gold circle on top that could be engraved. "I want this one."

"That was fast," Mickey laughed. "This one doesn't mess around, does she?"

"Kate's smart. When she knows what she wants, she goes for it. You should've seen her last night. She was wearing this hot little number, showing all kinds of skin saying she wanted to be my woman. Her eyes alone almost forced me to bend her over and have my way with her."

"You mean you didn't?" Mickey was stunned.

"This weekend is her trial. We'll see."

Mickey looked at Kate. "If you fail his trial, you come see good ole Mickey. I guarantee you'll pass mine. Hell, you already have."

"I'm not worried," Kate shot back. "He'll be fucking my sweet pussy tomorrow night for sure. If he doesn't fuck me then I'll tie him up in his sleep and pop my own cherry on his cock."

"Ho—ly shit." Mickey stood mouth agape. I had to agree. "I don't know what to comment on; the fact she's a virgin, the tying up part, or the determination she has. Allow me to repeat, Ho—ly shit." He shook his head, "Now as for your basket, would you like it engraved?"

"Yes," Kate quickly responded. "Around the outside I want it to say 'Anytime, Anywhere, Anyhow' and in the middle I want 'Babe' in quotations."

"Damn Bill, I see what you mean about knowing what she wants. Give me ten minutes and I'll have this taken care of for you."

I glanced at Kate and she was obviously proud with herself. I have to admit, I was impressed. She wasn't shy and she more than held her own. She somehow kept surprising me. "What made you pick that box? You decided pretty fast."

"The Chinese believe the yin yang is used to describe how seemingly opposite or contrary forces are interconnected and interdependent," Kate grinned. "To me it symbolizes how you want me to act. Outside of sex, I'm the devoted woman you treat like a princess. Take the spa for example. You pampered me more than you needed to because you knew I'd like it. The massage was great by the way. And that's what the white signifies. The black indicates what I envision our sex life to be. Everything you told me yesterday, and just the fact that we're here proves it's going to be dirty. And I can't fucking wait." She licked her lips at me. "I hope you don't mind my audaciousness in getting 'Babe' engraved on it. I'm just confident I'll pass."

"It's all right," I kissed her. "Just as long as you know it isn't final." I was impressed by her little speech. She was right. In public, that is how I treat any woman I'm with. It makes me look good and people respond to that.

We browsed the shop and Kate seemed enthralled by all the different toy pleasures that could be found. She studied each one carefully before moving on to the next.

"It's all set." Mickey called from the counter. "Bill, let me tell about this little Puerto Rican mamacita I had here yesterday..." Mickey started. 

Kate took hold of her box and held it as if it were a child. She continued to offer me unexpected reactions. Crystal came up next to the chattering Mickey and gave a head nod to Kate, wanting her to follow her down the counter. She released my arm and gazed at me for approval. I gestured with my hand and she bounded down to where Crystal was waiting. 

"And I swear that girl bounced on me so hard she twisted her knee," Mickey laughed.

I love Mickey's yarns, absolutely hilarious, but as Mickey kept going, I found myself tuning him out and doing my best to overhear the girls' conversation. I'd nod and laugh accordingly but my ears perked up when Crystal began to speak.

"Is it really going to be you're first time?" 

Kate just gave a small nod, "Yeah, I'm a little nervous, he says he likes it rough." Kate then threw up her hands, "Don't get me wrong, I'm excited and I can't wait to just be taken, but still, I'm nervous."

"Don't be. It looks like you're doing it right," Crystal smiled.

"How do you know?"

"If you're here, you don't plan on giving it up in the back of Mini Cooper S with the guys best friend hollering from the front seat to 'move over so he can see' while your neck is uncomfortably getting pushed into the side of the car," Crystal shuddered just in remembrance. "Besides, an older guy knows what he's doing. He'll take care of you. Now let's see what's inside your present and I'll tell you what they are." Kate beamed a smile as she unclasped the top and looked with reverence at the items inside. She didn't know what they were but she knew they were hers. "Wow, I'm jealous. I wish this was my box," Crystal smiled. "Well, I'm sure you know what the blindfold, ball gag, and handcuffs are for. Let's start with the basics; the two toys at the bottom are your basic dildo and vibrator. The dildo is like a man's dick, except it won't premature ejaculate. Use it when you want to just fuck something. The vibrator does exactly what the name says; it vibrates. Use that when you want to be fucked, and make sure you get the vibrations on your clit. These are nipple clamps. They hurt a little when you put them on, more so when you take them off but if you like you're tits to be manhandled, they're really fun. Oh, here's a remote controlled bullet. This is for discretion. You could be sitting in church and enjoy this stimulation and no one would ever know. Just don't scream too loud in front of the nuns. You also have a pair of Ben Wa balls. If you want to get really hot, put these in and just walk around. You'll be tingly. And finally, these are butt plugs and here's a bottle of lube. Be generous with the lube. A woman can never have too much but I'm sure your man will help you do that. Also, one piece of advice, breathe and relax. Anal is awesome but if you're not relaxed, it would be like trying to fuck a cheerio for him, and it will hurt like hell for you."

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure."

"Why are you with Mickey?"

"Why are you with your older man?"

"Uh," for the first time today, I saw Kate on the ropes in a conversation.

"I'm just teasing," Crystal snickered. "I'm not really with Mickey. I come by and we satisfy each other's needs. He's got a massive cock that fills me so well. It's just sex. Woman to woman, you should know sex can be used in so many ways. It can be used for love, lust, or fun. We fall in those categories. But it can also be used to manipulate, get revenge, and to spite. Be cautious on who you're with because you'll never know which category they'll fall into."

Mickey finished his tale and I paid the tab. The good man also gave me a discount. Just how he is, you listen to him babble long enough and he considers you a friend. He'd give you the shirt off his back if you'd ask. I went to Kate and hugged her from behind. "You ready for the last stop?"

"Yeah," Kate embraced my arms. "Thanks for all the advice Crystal."

"Don't mention it and have fun." As we exited the shop, I heard Crystal say in a sultry voice, "So Mick, where were we?" followed by a belt buckle unfasten as the door shut.

It was getting late, so we stopped at Mooby's, a fast food restaurant. It took three attempts for the counter person to get the order right. His eyes were fixated on the sexpot on my arm. His mouth hung open the entire time allowing for a string of drool to descend. We ate quickly because frankly, that kid wouldn't stop staring and was beginning to freak me out. You know it's a problem when I get freaked out. We were almost at our next stop and Kate's eyes were on me with a curious expression strewn on her face.

"Is it considered questioning you if I ask a question of you, Bill?"

That was well phrased. She asked why I went by Bill without even asking it. She didn't want to fail her trial over something that would be trivial. It was a manipulative question. I love her intelligence.




Games of Deceit



"It would have been if you asked in the shop but when we're alone, it's all right. I go by Bill Washington in the Lost District. I prefer anonymity." Kate accepted my answer without me telling her why I want to be anonymous. I pulled in the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing shop called Needles. I glanced at Kate and she was already looking back at me.

"Since I can't get your name, what tattoo should I get?"

Kate surprised me again. I thought this place would be a dagger to her. I expected a firm 'no' and her want for a relationship with me to be null and void. There wasn't a solitary ounce of fear in her body, her want to please me greater than any of her own emotions. I was beginning to really like Kate. Not as if that would put an end to my plans. I like Mickey too but I'd still rob his ass blind without hesitation. "You are to get a naval piercing and three tattoos. Where and what you get is up to you. You're smart. What do you want your body to say?"

I got out and opened the door for her. Kate ran, quite impressive considering her heels, to the shop's entrance and reached out. Her excitement took her that far before she remembered my door rule. I put my hand on the door but did not open it. Kate looked at me as if she were a little kid at Christmas. "You sure are eager about this."

Kate's expression changed to one of sincerity as she put her hand to my cheek. "I'm excited about everything you give me, especially if it's something permanent on my body. I love you." She kissed me and then her elated expression returned. "Besides, I already know what I'm going to get."

"Really?" I opened the door.

"Bill, how the fuck are you man?" Tim, the owner of Needles, was the polar opposite of Mickey. He was tall, muscular, bald, and covered from head to feet in tattoos, all demonic in nature. I suppose that's not 100% accurate because the one that encompassed his head was of SpongeBob Squarepants. He mentioned something about it being in remembrance of his daughter. I didn't ask any further and he didn't tell any more. He was a walking advertisement to his skill.

"Not bad, you?"

"Workin' hard so the wife can spend my money." I laughed at that. "And what do we have here?" He nodded to Kate.

"Kate's in the market to get her naval pierced," I pulled out a stud from my pocket and handed it to him.

Tim took but a moment to investigate the diamond. "Shit Bill, normally I wouldn't do it unless you bought it from my shop but damn, it would be disgraceful not to use this."

"She's also in the market for some ink."

Tim face fell as he looked at Kate. "Let me guess, a little rose on your neck or tit," he said mundanely.

"No, what I want is a tramp stamp on my lower back that has a tribal symbol on either side of the word 'owned', in cursive I want 'Fuck for your pleasure' above my pussy, and the word 'Babe' on the side of my neck. 

"Fuck me Bill, where did you find this one and does she have a sister?"

"She's definitely one of a kind." I sat back and watched Tim meticulously work. He did the piercing first and it was done quickly. On the tattoos, he took his time. The lettering was precise and it appeared more like art than a tattoo. Kate's eyes were clenched and her knuckles were white as she gripped the chair. Still, she didn't move. I have to admit, she took this trial to heart. She only got one tattoo for herself, and that was the name I had given her. The others were to remind me she was mine. I owned her and I could use her for my pleasure. I never wanted to fuck and read at the same time but that was all I could think about. Her complete and total loneliness caused her to latch onto the first male who was nice to her. I inquired in her life, bought her things, and complimented her at every turn and she took all my pretend caring as love. Now she worships me so much she is tattooing that she's my property on her back. All because I said, we'll see. That's why I didn't fuck her last night. I pushed her feelings from love to devotion. The ultimate puppet. I dress her, control her speech, and manipulate her actions. Damn I'm good.

Tim finished and turned to me. "I did the neck tattoo for free. Between the wonderful view and the fact I didn't have to do another damn rose makes it worth it." He then patted Kate's leg, "All right little Darlin, you're all done. Just make sure you put some lotion on them to hydrate and heal the skin."

I paid the man and we left. Kate had a wondrous smile all the way home. She knew she was perfect today in my little test. "What's on the agenda tomorrow? A boob job? I'll do it."

"No," I chuckled. "I told you, you're beautiful. The spa was for your enjoyment, the toys are for our enjoyment, the piercing was so I could put a diamond on you so you know forever what I think of you, and the tattoos were for fun. That's why you chose what and where. I was shocked at your choices. Happy but shocked."

"Hey, you asked me what I wanted my body to say and now it says exactly how I feel. I'm glad I got them, I'm proud to show them off, and I wouldn't change one damn thing about them," Kate smiled, proudly defending her selections.

"Good. That's how you should feel. No need to defend your choices to me. I'm looking forward for this trial to be over so I can fuck for my pleasure," I laughed. "Besides, I'm not your mother."

"I don't care what Lillian thinks. Fuck her."

I let that hang in the air for a moment. That was the exact attitude I wanted her to have. "To answer your original question, tomorrow we're going out on the town. I want you to wear the evening gown and the stilettos. Be ready by five. It will be our official first date. Prove yourself with me tomorrow and it will not be our last." I gave Kate a goodnight kiss and then we entered the house. As I lay down, I thought back to the day. It's been a long time since I haven't conned someone and had a great day. It confirms my feelings that life is all about adventures, to put people in situations and examine their reactions. Kate was the most intriguing puzzle I've ever encountered. Even though she didn't know it, the more I pushed her, the more she pushed me. Today I pushed her views of self and the world and she didn't bat an eye. Tomorrow I will challenge her morals and ethics. I can't wait.

The next morning I spoke with Lillian. I told her I had lost Kate after she went into the salon. I spent the rest of the day searching for her and when I finally found her, she had drastically changed her appearance. Hair color, makeup, naval piercing, and of course, a tattoo that said 'owned.' I told her I was concerned and that whoever sunk their claws into her really did a number on her psyche. I also gave Lillian a silver lining. I let her know I was taking Kate out on a faux date this evening so her daughter could compare how a man should treat a woman. She liked the idea and hoped I could get through to her.

Kate did finally appear, looking as slutty as ever in just a white tank top that was stretched so thin I could see her areolas and a pair of cut off jean shorts that stopped right below her pussy. I didn't buy this. She must have went through her old clothes, cut a pair of jean shorts and found a top that may have last fit her in the fifth grade. Lillian gasped. There really is a difference between being told and being shown your daughter looks like a whore. Despite the tension, I kept the peace. Odd for me, but like I said, one at a time. Today was about pushing Kate, tomorrow I'll start on Lillian. Frankly, I'm glad Kate left to start getting ready for our date at ten in the morning. She just came down for a quick bite to eat. The kiss on the cheek in front of her mother was nice as well.

"Maybe I made an impression?"

"Let's only hope," Lillian followed.

I went to Lillian and started massaging her shoulders. She was really tense. I talked further about being a gentleman but still ensuring Kate had fun. The tips of my fingers dipped in front with each rub of her skin, right to the borderline of massage and sexual intent. I didn't go any further because I wanted her view me as a confidant. Normally I wouldn't have got that close, nothing to jeopardize my plan but after seeing Kate, I had to do something. I was excited about the day. I was excited about midnight.

It became time for me to get ready: shower, shave, and my tuxedo. Too many men feel uncomfortable in a tux. They feel it's constricting, which they are to an extent but that's not why you wear it. When you wear a tuxedo, people automatically assume money. Men want to talk to you. They're probably more honest with me than their wives. Add a hot woman like Kate on my arm and women flock my way too. It has to be more than money to keep her satisfied. All of a sudden, you become privy to all types of secrets.

I came down and Lillian shook her head, "My husband won't wear anything like that for me and you're doing this for a fake date."

"Adrian won't be back for a while, maybe I can take you out a few times."

"Really?" Lillian's head jerked back in surprise. "Even if you know you won't get anywhere with me?"

So she says. Lillian and I have different opinions about what that means. Sex isn't everything. Knowledge is power. "Of course," I chuckled. "Not like I'm going to get anywhere with Kate," I lied.

"Maybe when my schedule clears," Lillian smiled. "We'll see." Isn't that my line?

Kate made her grand entrance. Each step was perfect in her stilettos. Her black dress was classy with a hint of what will come. Her face was sultry. Black eye shadow, mascara, and her lips were the deepest of reds. Her red hair was pedantically styled and I couldn't help it, my jaw dropped at the sight of her. I knew what she was going to wear but once again, knowledge versus sight. It doesn't happen very often. I'm usually the consummate poker player and I couldn't help but think how much Kate is pushing me. I'm going to get even tonight.

We arrived at Giovanni's, a five star Italian restaurant I had made reservations for earlier. The ambiance was romantic; low lighting, candles on every table, and a soft classical music floated in the air. Vito, our waiter, who spoke with a real Italian accent, didn't even card Kate when I ordered two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon. Once again, Kate didn't have any look other than acceptance. We each ordered chicken, I the fettuccine alfredo and her the parmesan.

"Hope you don't mind but I need something to take the edge off. I want you to..." I didn't even have to finish the statement.

A smiling Kate didn't even glance to see if anyone was paying attention to us, which there was. She just slipped under the table, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. Her mouth enveloped my crown and her tongue snaked around it. She went slowly down and the warmth of her mouth provided a soothing feeling of 'at last' my cock had been craving for three days. I let out a sharp intake of air and stared at the table across from where I was sitting. A man who appeared to be in mid-twenties was there with his date but he wasn't paying attention to her. Our eyes locked. I merely smiled a knowing little grin and nodded. He gulped and his date asked, "Are you all right?"

That was as far as my mind would acknowledge them. Something extraordinary was happening under my table. Kate had buried my entire length down her throat and wasn't gagging. She held it for several seconds and then she really started to move. Higher, lower, up, down, faster, harder, tongue swirling all around while her mouth kept a tight suction. She was face fucking herself with my pole. I was certain lipstick marks would be found up and down the length of my shaft.

There was no warning. There never will be from me. My body seized and I exploded. It was wonderful. It was euphoric. It was a blowjob in a five star restaurant. I finished and Kate, almost with a reverence, put my cock back and zipped up my pants. At that moment, Vito arrived at the table with our food. I thought Kate would wait until he left but she didn't. She climbed back into her chair and looked him right in the eye.

"Good, the food arrived," Kate smiled. "I just finished my delicious appetizer."

Life was all about adventures and Kate seemed to be excelling at it already. The adventure in this case was Vito's reaction and that was the dropping of my dinner. Luckily, it landed on the table and not me. Upside down but on the table nonetheless. His eyes were wide and he was still staring at Kate, "Excuse me Sir." He started cleaning up the mess, still stealing glances at Kate. "Allow me to apologize for my clumsiness. I'll have the kitchen prepare your replacements most urgently."

I suppose most men would reprimand their girl for that, valuing discretion over honest human response. That just wasn't me. "Well done."

Kate smiled and then noticed the gentleman from the other table was still staring at her. She stuck her tongue in her cheek twice and then licked her lips. Awesome.

"Was that your first time giving a blowjob?" I do recall her saying she hadn't been touched by man but that doesn't necessarily mean she hadn't touched a man. What she did under the table was damn good.

"Yes, Kate answered. She surprised me again. "I practiced walking in the stilettos and cock sucking all last night and this morning. I looked up videos online and practiced on the dildo you bought me. It prepared me but the real thing was so much better." She then raised her glass. "My pussy is so wet right now from finally having your cock in my mouth... I can't wait for tonight." She clinked our wine glasses together.

"We'll see." I tried to keep a stationary face but who was I trying to kid, we both knew she was winning.

Dinner finally arrived, again, and it was superb. Kate was enthralled by her entrée. She never ate in luxury before. She expressed her gratitude with a kiss. Our hands were all over each other and it lasted until Vito came by to discourage our little impromptu make out session.

"So where do we find Alana?" I asked as I started the car.

Kate had a look of confusion, "You mean my nemesis?"

"The one and the same."

"Uh." Kate appeared to be deep in thought. Either she was contemplating why I wanted to know or she wasn't sure where her antagonist might be. Or both. "I think she works weekends as a waitress at the restaurant on Birch Avenue called Theresa's Diner."

We pulled in and sure enough, Kate saw a petite blonde with her hair in a ponytail giving a couple their order. The place was dead, with only a truck driver as it's only other patron. 

"I feel like ice cream," I said as I got out of the car. I opened Kate's door and she got out easily but I could sense reluctance. This girl had obviously bullied her for quite some time. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Remember, this is your trial. Anytime you wish to quit, tell me and everything will go back to the way it was before you met me."

Kate's body quivered. "Never," she said with determination.

"Then shall we?" I held out my arm and she locked hers into it with confidence.

"Absolutely."

I was a little stunned I had to say anything. She's been so eager and she turned on her own mother easily enough. I assumed at first sight of this girl Kate would've decked her and called it a day.

When we walked in, Alana greeted us with a mundane, "Two?"

I nodded and we were sat. We ordered two slices of apple pie a la mode. Alana went to work and quickly brought them to our table. "Anything else?" She started walking away before I answered.

"Yes." I responded and Alana stopped mid step. I continued, "You owe my woman an apology for what you did Friday."

Alana turned to face me and then Kate. "Why? Do I know you from somewhere? I wasn't even working Friday?" She was utterly perplexed. She didn't even recognize Kate. I expected nothing less from this cold-hearted bitch.

"I'm sorry. I forgot that my woman has had quite the makeover since you last saw her. She's in your senior class at Hilldale High School."

"That's funny. I remember you," Kate smiled.

My introduction left Alana stumped. She examined Kate, trying to place who she was looking at. "Kate? Kate Queer-ly?" She took one final glance. "Ha- look who's trying to fit in now? And who's this, your dad?" She laughed.

I stood and put a hand on Alana's shoulder, causing her to jump a little. "If that constitutes an insult these days, I weep for future. Kate found herself a man, not some immature boy from school and I believe I asked you to apologize so if you can't say you're sorry, then leave us to our pie and we'll leave when we are done." I squeezed her shoulder tight and she winced. "Oh and one more thing, how is she trying to fit in? Are you telling me you have a dress like that? If that's so, why? With your flat chest, you'd look like man dressing in drag. Are those mosquito bites or bee stings? Now apologize or get lost." I was obviously exaggerating about her chest size but so was she when she told Kate she was trying to fit in. Alana turned on her heels and left in a huff. I sat back down, "I gave her a chance," I sighed and glanced at Kate with a smile. "Now we get to have some real fun."

We finished eating and left the exact change on the table. The only time we saw Alana after that was when she was cleaning off the other two tables. When we left, I noticed she was watching from out the window. We made a right onto Birch Avenue and then an immediate right into the neighboring strip mall's crowded parking lot. We went into the bar that sat on the end. We had an hour to kill. Despite my presence, Kate got hit on by a slew of men, which didn't bother me because she did exactly what I told her to do, she didn't utter one word to them, just letting her cold shoulder answer for her. We each had a drink and we danced. She was graceful on those stilettos. I almost lost track of time. 

After an hour at the bar, we were waiting by Alana's car, ducked down behind some bushes. I had given Kate the four way from the trunk of the BMW.

"Last chance. Are you up for this?" I didn't mention the trial or offer any words of motivation. This had to be her choice.

Kate didn't flinch when she answered, "The bitch deserves it." It came out in a maniacal laugh.

We saw Alana coming and got into position. I grabbed her from behind. I achieved my goal of covering her mouth and eyes. Kate didn't wait. She swung. She swung again. I wasn't watching where the blows were connecting to Alana. To me, this wasn't about the squirming girl in my arms. It was about watching Kate transform. She became aggression incarnate. Years of suppressed torture were relinquished. The old Kate wouldn't have even thought about revenge. This Kate, the one I molded, didn't give a fuck about the world. There was no turning back for her. The body in my arms went limp. I dropped her to the ground, which halted Kate's next attack. I leaned into her ear, "Keep going only if you want to kill her." Kate kissed me hard. I had to take a step back just to keep from falling over.

"Thank you for this," Kate smiled.

"Let's go before the manager leaves for the night."

I was observing Kate ever since we left to head home. She had a large smile as she gazed out the window as if a whole new world had been opened up to her and she was experiencing it for the first time. There wasn't even a sliver of remorse.

"I love this new Kate." Innuendos are the best forms of speech. What I said was true. She was so much more fun now than three days ago. That is what I meant. But I also knew that's not how she would take it. She took what I said as that I love her. This was intentional on my part. Though she didn't look like she needed moral support, I wanted her to know that not only did I condone her actions I applauded them.

Kate exuded a crazy happiness, borderline tears, and she didn't hesitate as both of her hands mauled my pants. I reached for the control panel and moved the seat back to offer her more 'head' room. She must have thought that it took too long in the restaurant to fish through the hole in my pants because she immediately tried to pull down my slacks. I lifted off the seat to accommodate her and my cock sprang in the air. Her mouth gravitated to it like a magnet. She bobbed up and down twice, salivating on my pole. She lifted her head and smiled.




Games of Deceit



"What?" I asked while stopping for a red light.

Kate giggled as she hiked up her dress and threw her leg over me. She reached down, moved her thong to the side, and grabbed my cock. "I love you too." She dropped herself all the way down in one movement, tearing through her hymen. She gave a sharp intake of air and then started moving rather rapidly. She remembered how I said 'I fuck' and that's what she was doing. She was tight and felt amazing. I could tell she was trying to mask the pain she was feeling. She was fighting through it for me.

A car horn blared from behind me as I forgot I was on the road. I did my best to look around the side of the bouncing sexpot in front of me but the headlights that were directly in front of me proved I wasn't doing a good enough job. I had drifted into oncoming traffic. Kate smiled at my disposition, still riding me like a freight train. She learned all too well life was far more enjoyable watching everyone else's reactions and was enjoying my discombobulated expression. I made a hard left just in the nick of time into a parking lot for somewhere I couldn't see. I didn't care. Kate had obviously gotten used to having a cock shoved up her cunt because she started to groan and grunt, her face cloaked in ecstasy. Now that I didn't have to watch the road, I began to participate. On her next descent, I thrust upward.

"Oh my God!" Kate cried out.

My hands attacked her breasts, moving fabric to the side and finally coming to grips with her orbs of flesh. I was rough with them, as I promised. I pulled and twisted her nipples, extending them as far as I could and Kate didn't protest. On the contrary, it seemed to spur her on further. She gripped my shoulders for leverage. The windows were fogging up and sweat was coming from our bodies. Harder, faster we went, our climaxes imminent. 

"That's it," I breathed out. "Fuck me Babe."

Kate's eyes locked with mine when I said her pet name that she earned, her smile exorbitant. She fell one last time, her body in one long spasm and a string of incoherent words coming from her mouth. I thought she was tight before. Her pussy clamped around my cock and if it weren't for the river Kate just unleashed the friction would have burned my dick. I grabbed her hair to add depth as I thrust again, knowing it would be my last penetration. I bottomed out and released a flood of seed into her quim. Kate clung to me, her body obliging her one final quiver of bliss at being filled up. We were both panting, staring. She with the look of love in her eyes and me with the look of pride at my creation back at her.

There was a tapping at my foggy window. I glanced up and saw flashing white lights behind my car. With a disheveled Kate still in my lap, I pushed the button for the window to come down. 

"Good evening." My tone was upbeat and why not, I just got laid. The older man before me was in a security guard uniform and I noticed we were in Hilldale Mall's parking lot.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?"

Was this guy serious? I have my dick shoved up a slut's cunt and he asked me that. "I'm rehearsing my sermon for Sunday's lecture on the pitfalls of infidelity. Thanks for proving my point because Jasmine here didn't believe me." Kate smiled.

"Okay wiseass," the security guard sneered. "I was going to let you go with a warning but now I'm calling this in." He took a step away.

"Wait a second," I called and he stopped. I turned the defrost on in the car. "Ah, much better. Having the window down was making us cold."

He started walking away as the windshield cleared. "Babe, I need you to get in your seat."

"But I'm comfy," Kate whined.

Fuck it. Normally I would have been upset for her not immediately moving but after what we just did, hell I was comfortable too. I slammed on the accelerator and we sped off. Kate laughed as she stuck her arm out the window and gave him the finger. All that guy could do is make a citizen's arrest, which means he calls the police and they make the real arrest. Why wait for that? Kate rested her head on my shoulder the rest of the way home. When we pulled into the driveway, she nuzzled into my neck.

"Thank you for setting up what we did to Alana," Kate whispered.

"My pleasure." It really was pleasurable watching Kate hack away.

"Darling?"

I guess that's me now. "Yeah Babe?"

"Do you think we can do it again?"

"Why? Who else do you do you have ill will toward?"

"My parents."

"You want to beat the shit out of your parents with a four way wrench?"

"No, not that," Kate snickered. "I want to cause them the same suffering they caused me for eighteen years. Crystal gave me an idea."

I suppose I don't really need to get into Ingenious Ingenuities. I carefully listened to her plan and the adventure it promised. I liked it. Even better was that all I had to do was be a spectator and watch the events unfold and then act accordingly. I was curious if Lillian would go for it but Kate was certain. We'll see.

We extricated ourselves from each other and the car and put ourselves back together which only meant pulling up my pants for me. Before I opened the door, I pulled Kate into my arms, "Goodnight Babe." She smiled proudly. I kissed her passionately. We went inside, Kate trudged upstairs and I headed to the kitchen. I'd promised Lillian a recap of the evening over our customary glass of wine. I saw her waiting in her typical robe. I spent the last couple of minutes preparing what I wanted to say, incorporating the additions Kate had in mind.

"So?" It was all Lillian said and it was enough. She was full of apprehension at what I was going to say. Her voice was worried and her eyes pleading in hope of good news. I almost hated lying to her. Almost.

I kept a solemn expression up until I sat down and then I smiled. Lillian's head tilted back and she reminded me of a balloon deflating at the length of her exhale. "The night went extremely well. I took her to Giovanni's where she experienced fine dining. We went dancing for a short while and then we went for pie." Well I'll be damned. I didn't lie. Interesting.

"Sounds like you two had a great night."

"It was but don't get too relieved. I need to talk to you about our conversation."

"Oh dear," Lillian's shoulders fell. "What was it about?"

"I'm not sure if she was speaking the truth, but she told me about some of her escapades. Three tattoos, the back, one on her neck that's hidden by her hair, and the last one right above her puss... I mean her female area. Sorry, she used the other word. She also elaborated how she has had sex. I dropped my fork a few times at her descriptions."

Lillian put her head in her hands and ruefully mumbled, "Where did I go wrong?"

"Like I said, I'm not sure how much was truth and how much was shock value." I sipped my wine. "She might just be trying for attention. Think about it, you and Adrian work all the time and she's alone. At least that's what I noticed."

"So what you're saying," Lillian looked at me curiously, "Is I should accept my daughter is a slut?"

I chuckled, "We don't know that. Hell, the tattoos could be fakes. What I'm saying is when she comes to talk to you, don't be upset. Listen and respond to her. You may not like what she's telling you but she may only want to have a conversation with her mother and this is the only way she feels she can. And if she offers something, indulge her. Anything can help considering she now refers to you as Lillian. She probably just wants to be recognized as an adult. If it's not illegal or hurting anyone then why not? Any little thing could help at this point. Improve your relationship with her."

"You think that will work?" Lillian was begging for a glimmer of hope.

"Communication is never a bad thing." I stood up. "Now if you excuse me, I'm tired and going to bed." I leaned into her ear, "Don't think I have forgotten about you. I plan on taking you on a romantic evening real soon." I kissed one cheek while my hand caressed the other. I wanted to encourage physical touching.

I went to my room, changed into my robe, and waited. It took ten minutes for me to hear Lillian's bedroom door shut. I went to Kate's room. The vision that lay before me was one to behold. She redid her makeup and her hair was tussled. She was wearing a purple corset and garters and she still had on the stilettos. Her legs were rubbing seductively together.

Kate glanced over to me with a girlish smile, "How did it go with Lillian?" I didn't answer her and marched over to the bed. She giggled, "I take it you like what you see?"

I saw her toy box and I pulled out the nipple clamps. I yanked down the bust of her corset and attached them. Kate let out a hiss. I forcefully flipped her over on her hands and knees and saw it. She had inserted a butt plug. I let my robe fall to the floor. Still standing, I pulled her ass to me. I thrust balls deep into her pussy. Kate let out an elongated groan. I used her hips until I got going. She was still fucking tight. It was my turn to be a freight train. I grabbed hold of the chain from the clamps and my other hand entangled into her hair. I pulled hard on both while pushing myself as deep into her abyss as I could. Kate had an orgasm just from the three forces. I wasn't done. I plowed into her as hard and as deep and as often as I could. I withdrew completely and she whimpered her displeasure. My cock was coated in her juices. I ripped the butt plug from her and slammed into her rosebud. She shrieked at the intrusion. And I thought her pussy was tight.

"Fuck." It was the first word I spoke to her.

I pounded into her ass with cruel violence. I reached under and began to rub her clit. Kate wasn't even participating anymore. Her arms had given out and every throttle of my cock pressured her into the bed. She was screaming my praises to God because of the pounding my Almighty was giving her. With one final impact, I pulled on her reigns once more. She wailed and I stood there as salvo after salvo syphoned from me and into her until there was no more and even then her ass was desperate to coax more from my shaft.

I threw her to the bed and I collapsed next to her. In the spooning position, I wrapped her in my arms and in a breathless whisper I commented, "That's how I fuck my Babe."

Kate wiggled her ass against my groin and I felt the happy contentedness she was exuding, "Promise?"

Kate fell asleep in my arms. I gave her a few minutes before I fled to my room. Lillian was worried and a worried parent will check in on their child. I thought it best that I not be there if that happened. Originally, I wouldn't have cared. It was a part of my plot after all but now, it would be a detriment to Kate's plan.

I woke up early, as I always do and entered the kitchen. Today was not going to be my typical morning. Lillian was fixing breakfast and I don't mean just a bagel either. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes were almost complete.

I walked up behind Lillian and hugged her, "What's the occasion?" My hands were feeling out her body and as I pulled away, I brushed her left tit slightly. It appeared to be an accident.

Lillian turned and gave me a quick curious look before letting out a playful snicker. "I wanted to thank you for all you're doing for Kate. I'm not sure how I would've handled this one on my own."

She was thanking me for corrupting and fucking her daughter. I could get used to this. I put my hands to her hips, nuzzled my cheek into her neck, and inhaled, "Smells delicious." I quickly released her and grabbed one of the already poured mugs of coffee. "The food's not poisonous, is it?" I laughed.

Lillian playfully slapped me. "I'm a great cook. I just never have the time."

Lillian was right. I slowly ate the food, savoring the yummy goodness. It's been a long time since I had breakfast that wasn't coffee. Breakfast is the one meal that is overlooked when you're on your own. Cereal, toast, and coffee tend to be the only selections when you're a bachelor. Lillian ate quickly and was out the door. Kate came down in her now normal slutty clothes.

"You're not going to school like that."

Kate was shocked by my statement, "Why? Isn't this how you want me to dress? Do I not look good?" She was beginning to panic.

"It is and you do," I smiled. "I just don't want any boys to get the wrong idea. Since that's how I want you to dress and I'm a jealous man, there's only one solution." I paused and I could tell I finally had Kate on the ropes in a conversation. She stood there waiting for me to give her the answer, eyes wide in anticipation. I waited a second longer and laughed. "You stay with me."

Kate had a huge smile as she ran and jumped into my lap. "I wasn't sure how I was going to handle not seeing you all day." She smothered me with kisses.

I don't know why but I thought she was going to fight me on this. Her grades were her livelihood three days ago and today I basically told her she was dropping out. I needed to learn to expect the unexpected with her. She has been my greatest adventure. "I'd miss you too." 

We fucked all morning on the kitchen table. We fucked all afternoon in her parent's bed. We fucked all evening in the shower. We fucked in every position imaginable. Only when it was time for Lillian to come home were we forced to stop. We quickly made some spaghetti for dinner. While I was cooking, Kate ran upstairs to confiscate her mother's vibrator and that's when Lillian arrived.

We did our nightly routine of eating dinner before the three of us adjourned to the living room to watch television. We'd usually get through one show before Kate would go to bed and Lillian and I would talk over wine. Not tonight. I relaxed in the recliner while Kate and Lillian were on the sofa. Lillian reached for the remote.

"Lillian," Kate stopped her, "Can we talk?"

Lillian took a deep breath. I prepped her but she was still nervous about what might be said. She sat back in her seat, "Of course. What would you like to talk about?"

"Sex," Kate bluntly responded.

"All right," Lillian drew out the words as she glanced at me. I smiled and nodded to encourage her. It must have given her strength because she replied with more confidence than I expected. "What would you like to know?"

"How do you like to be fucked?" Kate paused for effect. "Do you like it hard and fast or slow and sweet?"

"Um, I, uh," Lillian stammered.

Kate interrupted, "Because I like it rough. I love for a man to use me for his pleasure."

Lillian took another breath, "I suppose I like to make love or as you say slow and sweet."

"Have you tried it the other way?" Kate persisted. "Adrian, for example, has he had you so much under his power that all you could do is nothing but take his big fat cock and enjoy it?"

"Uh well," Lillian mumbled.

"That's a 'no'," Kate answered for her. "It's okay to be honest. We're just two girls sharing some pillow talk." She then gave a serious expression to her mother. "You know, I just thought of something. Do you enjoy sex? Does Adrian push your buttons? How about size? Is he man enough for you?" Lillian was flustered as she glanced at me. I was pretending to read a book. "Oh, I get it," Kate chuckled. "Maybe we'll talk another time. Goodnight." She hopped up and bounded up the stairs.

Lillian looked defeated. "I tried doing what you said but she just kept firing question after question at me." She shook her head, "I failed."

"You didn't fail. You now know her game and you'll do better next time. Let me get the wine and we'll discuss it." I went to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses, and rejoined Lillian in the living room. I poured the wine and handed her a glass. "She did say you'll talk another time."

"Maybe," Lillian added.

"You will. She liked shocking you," I countered. "Just go with the flow. Take each of her questions one at a time. That's how she got you. She'd rattle off three or four questions in a row. Take them one at a time and don't be afraid to ask some questions of your own. Back her into a corner a little. Pretend you're back in high school and she's your girlfriend. And don't be surprised if she does anything else either. Tonight was the preliminaries. Remember, just go with it. If it's not hurting anyone, who cares?"

As we sipped our wine, we continued to talk about her being open with her daughter. Kate has had sex or researched it and the only thing we could do is guide her in the right direction. I knew the truth. We talked about all this while my hand stroked her thigh.

The next day was more of the same. Kate and I fucked like rabbits all day until it was time to make a quick dinner before Lillian arrived. Tonight while we cooked, Kate gave me some instructions for after dinner. The three of us ate and then made our way to the living room. As instructed, I lay in the recliner and as I was shutting my eyes, Lillian's hand was once again reaching for the remote when Kate stopped her.

"Can we talk again?"

"Of course," Lillian's voice portrayed confidence but I was certain she was surprised that Kate brought it up again so quickly.

Lillian must have glanced in my direction because Kate immediately followed with, "Don't worry about him. I gave him a sleeping pill."

"What?" Lillian exasperated.

"It's nothing to be upset about," Kate defended herself. "He's having a good sleep and it's not hurting anyone." 

That was rehearsed. I used that line twice on Lillian and it must have took hold because she responded, "All right, let's girl talk."

I could sense the smile in Kate's voice. "Now let's talk about sex. How often do you and Adrian do it? When he's home I mean?"

"It's different when you're older. It's more sporadic because guys can't go as often. It's not uncommon that I have to finish myself off."

"Not true," Kate rebutted. "I know a guy who is older than Adrian that can go all day."

"I think if we're going to continue to girl talk, I need a drink." I heard Lillian get up and pad toward the kitchen.

Kate jumped on me. "This is going great," she whispered. "Now for part two." She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down.

"Kate, what are you doing?" Lillian admonished as she saw her daughter stroking my erection.

"Relax Lillian, I'm not hurting him. Besides, he has a nice cock. I just wanted to see what you're working with, they're brothers you know."

My eyes could no longer stay shut. I had to crack them so I could watch the events before me through the slits. 

Lillian was blushing, "Um, Adrian isn't that big."

"Really?" Kate wondered. "By how much?" Lillian used her fingers to show the discrepancy. "Oh Lillian, he won't bite. Show me on Patrick." I didn't think she would do it. Not a chance in hell. But Lillian's shaking hand began to come forward. As she got closer, she slowed and Kate pulled her hand the remaining distance. "Show me." Judging by where her hand was, I was a good three and half inches longer.

"Adrian's not as thick either," Lillian added.

"Adrian's been gone a while now, have you thought about fucking someone to hold you over?"

"Thought? Yes," Lillian smiled. "Would I?" Lillian shook her head, "No." She went to withdraw her hand.

"Not even with Patrick here, you're forbidden love?" Lillian had a dear in the headlights look when Kate spoke those words. Kate was getting good at this. Lillian may not have been in love with me, but once someone puts the idea in your head, it tends to grow like wildfire. "I knew it. All those light night talks over wine. I knew he had to of made an impression on you. You know you want him." She then grabbed Lillian's hand and placed it back on my shaft. "He's sleeping. He'll never know," Kate moved her hand up and down a little before allowing Lillian to do it herself. "Imagine yourself riding this piece of meat. It hitting your pussy in places that haven't been touched by a man before." Lillian's hand began to slowly rise and fall on my pole. Kate leaned in and spoke directly in her ear, "Imagine him bending you over and just taking you from behind. You're at his mercy. His cock owning you. The pleasure reverberating through your entire body as that warm, hard cock beats on your cunt."