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Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 01

By: glanglais



Introduction

Several weeks ago I responded to a request by a Literotica member, "Stephen", to write a pair of stories: one based upon his fantasy, and the other based upon that of his girlfriend, "Elizabeth". While Stephen apparently does some erotic writing himself, he felt that writing stories about himself and his girlfriend would ultimately become too much of a technical endeavour and take all the fun out of reading and enjoying them.

After some brief discussion via e-mail in which Steve expressed his satisfaction that my writing style was probably suitable to what he wanted, I agreed to write a minimum of two stories for him under the condition that I be permitted to post them publicly for criticism, and with the understanding that he could reject either of the stories or "fire" me at any time.

As these stories were ultimately intended for their own personal enjoyment, what followed were some very detailed discussion, with both Steve and Liz, regarding the most intimate details of not only their fantasies and pillow talk, but also of many aspects of their personal lives and careers.

For example, while reading the first story you'll find that I make reference to "The Pick-Up Game". Long-time readers of Literotica's "Loving Wives" and "Reluctance / Non-Consent" categories will be familiar with the theme of this "game", as it is a common plot device and has been described in numerous stories of that nature. Well, Steve and Liz actually plays this game in real life! They've never strayed outside of their relationship, but they've told me some interesting stories about their experiences!

Of course, "Stephen and Elizabeth" are the names which they have chosen for themselves, but their details and those of their fantasies are completely accurate otherwise.

Which is quite ironic considering that I do not even know their real names!

Ultimately the three of us became so enthusiastic during our discussions of this project that before the first word was laid to paper we had spit-balled four basic story ideas, upon which I intend to build in this series.

On a very simplistic level, all four of the stories can be basically categorized as a combination of "reluctant sex / cuckold / interracial", and while they all tend to share the same theme with the same protagonists, they are all quite dissimilar in setting and underlying plot.

While I am looking for constructive and productive criticism in posting these stories publicly, ultimately my fervent wish is that you enjoy them.

Chapter 1: Friend's Friends

"Did you get Friday off?" Jennifer asked me.

"Yeah," I answered. "I'm all set."

"Good," she responded. "You pick me up at the office and we'll head straight out from work."

These days my best friend, Jennifer, and I don't see each other as often as we would like. She's a legal secretary and I'm a bar-tender, so she works during the day while I work in the evening. We don't even get the chance to talk as much on the phone as we would like.

Besides being friends, we are also both professional models, and we had a shoot coming up that weekend.

Well... I'm not quite as professional as she is. She actually has an agent whereas I do not. I got started modelling just out of college for a friend of mine who is now a clothing designer. She still calls me when she needs some runway or photographic work done. I brought Jennifer along during one shoot, and while she decided to pursue it more professionally, I'm happy just to do it occasionally; a few times each year at best.

Modelling is how she met her boyfriend at the time, Laurence. He's not a photog or anything. I think he was just hanging out at a shoot, gawking at the models, and asked her out.

At this particular time I really liked Laurence. As well as being a nice guy, he was tall and black, which made he and Jennifer the cliché black and blonde couple!

I think he liked me, too -- he certainly flirted with me enough! But he flirted with me as much in front of Jennifer as he did in front of my own boyfriend, Steve, so we all knew it was all in fun.

And she and I did share a few, superficial physical similarities, which I think he liked. We are both blonde (although she is natural and I am not). And although we are both about the same height, she's built a little heavier than I; Steve says that being more slim makes my legs look much longer.

A boyfriend in college once remarked that he could bounce a quarter off my stomach; I think that just means that I have a flat belly.

But I've always envied her breasts, which are much larger than mine, though Steve says that small ones have the advantage of being more sensitive. I couldn't argue with him as he's brought me very close to orgasm on more than one occasion by chewing on my nipples!

This particular meeting between Jen and I was at the bar where I work. I tend bar regularly during week, and we had decided that we should meet before Friday just to talk and to discuss our final schedule and plans for the weekend. Which were: Friday I would pick her up from work and drive us the two-and-a-half hours out to Cleveland, hotel overnight, do the shoot Saturday, overnight again, then drive home Sunday morning. I'd pay for gas, she'd pay for meals, and we'd split the hotel.

Tonight she had brought Laurence with her to the bar, but he was off playing a little pool while we talked.

"How was your weekend with Steve?" she asked with a smirk.

"It went well," I answered her noncommittally

"Did you play 'the game'?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes," I replied coyly. I knew that's what she was fishing for!

She "tutted" at me and shook her head in mock disgust. "He wants you to fuck other guys," she accused him dismissively.

"Keep your voice down!" I hissed. "It's just a fantasy," I protested. "We play a game, that's all. We all have fantasies -- you have yours! -- but we're not really going to do it for real!"

Several months previous I had told her that I envied her her black boyfriend. Ever since I was in college I wondered what it was like to make it with a black boy.

"Maybe I'll just loan you Laurence," she teased.

"Loan me what?" Laurence asked as he returned to the table.

Jen looked down secretively, but quickly answered, "We were just talking about playing some pool."

He just looked back and forth between us and with a smile said, "Yeah, right," and let it drop.

There weren't that many people in the bar that evening so I was able to easily float back and forth between my friends and filling drink orders.

* * *

Friday started off okay, but quickly degenerated.

It started at my place. I had packed a wardrobe worth of clothing for our two-day trip, which is normal for me, but when I went out to the car I discovered that two of my tires were flat. And I had a ticket for "abandoned vehicle".

Nice.

Stephen had already left for work so this was an incredible inconvenience.

After phoning Steve to let him know (he said it was very unusual to have two flat tires at the same time), I phoned Jennifer and we discussed it for several minutes. She said that she would try to borrow Laurence's car for the weekend and would call me back.

She didn't phone back right away and I was getting worried. I worked through several scenarios in my head.

She finally called back about an hour later.

"So did you get the car?" I asked her impatiently.

"No -- Larry's being a real asshole about it!" He hated being called Larry, and she only called him that when she was really pissed at him. (Although being mad at him certainly didn't stop her from screwing his brains out!)

"But I've got it all worked out!" she continued.

"Oh?" I tried not to sound too doubtful.

"We're taking the train!" she announced.

"The what?" I asked, not sure that I heard her correctly. Of all the things she could have said at that moment, "train" would not have been on my "Top 20" list.

"The train!" she insisted. "Two tickets. One way. Laurence will pick us up Sunday morning and bring us back!"

"Well... how about this idea," I offered confidently, hoping to bully her out of her "train" idea. "I'll get the car towed, get the tires fixed, and we can drive through the night. My body's perpetually on a night schedule anyway, and you can sleep in the car."

"I already bought the tickets," she shot me down.

"Seriously!" I exclaimed, thinking, The fucking train? Who the hell takes the train?!

"It'll be fun!" she insisted. "Haven't you ever taken the train before?"

No! I thought. Unlike you, I have a car! Why would I take the train?!

"Alright," I conceded, currently out of excuses. "I suppose."

"Oh, don't sound so disappointed. It'll be fun! Laurence will drive us out to the station. Backgammon or crib?"

And so Laurence drove us out to the station and we took the damned train to Cleveland!!

But she was right; it was actually pretty fun! As the train pulled out I told her that we should re-negotiate the expenses since she had paid for the train tickets. After some discussion we decided that she would pay for the train and the cabs and I would now pay for the meals and the hotel. We were hoping that things would work out close to being even, and doing it this way would make paying for things more simple. We could always settle-up any differences later.

We enjoyed the scenery for a while, making casual conversation. Shortly into our trip Jennifer once again brought up the game that Steve and I play. I think the whole thing is a point of fascination for her and I told her that she should try to play it with Laurence.

We call it, "The Pick-Up Game". When we're on vacation we will both dress up as if going out for a night on the town. I'll either go down to the hotel bar, or we'll leave the hotel and go out to a bar -- depending where we are, of course.

The catch is that I walk in first and he follows several minutes later. We pretend that we are single and don't know each other, and he "tries" to pick me up!

Usually he just sends me a drink, or sometimes he'll break character by going straight to a cheesy pick-up line, like "do you come here often" or "what's a nice girl like you..." Sometimes I tell him that I'm waiting for my boyfriend, but I'm tired of him standing me up all the time. It's such a hot game that we nearly always leave the bar after only a few minutes, return to our hotel room, and have one or two hours of hot "stranger" sex!

It hasn't always gone smoothly, however. If Steve takes too long to come into the bar then he'll often find some guy flirting with me. As a bartender I'm accustomed to being flirted with, so I know how to handle it and keep the guy at arms length, but sometimes I tease Steve by sending back his drinks or ignoring his presence next to me at the bar.

I got him thrown out of a bar in Fort Worth, once! Steve is fifteen years older than me, and I was ignoring him when he was sitting beside me at the bar while I was flirting with a "good ol' boy" much closer to my own age. When Steve became insistent the guy told the bartender that "that damned Yankee" was annoying us and the bartender had him thrown out!

So I apologized to the fellow, told him that was my boyfriend, and I left the bar. That young man actually had the courtesy to apologize to me for having Stephen thrown out!

Southern Hospitality!

I found Steve standing out in front of the bar looking like he was going to shit a brick. He was so upset with me I thought he was going to drive us straight out to the airport and back home!

He didn't. And we had some surprisingly awesome sex that night!

"I'm telling you," Jennifer shook her head. "He wants you to fuck other guys! You should just go for it!"

"He does not!" I protested again. And to prove it I told her about our latest episode of The Game.

We had driven out to Springfield last weekend just so that we could play it. We never play The Game locally!

I told Jen about how these two guys started hitting on me almost from the moment I sat at the bar. Steve had come in practically right on my heels, so he had not even had a chance to send me a drink, but these guys were so aggressive that things nearly got out of hand!

Steve defused it by walking straight up and planting one on me. It was the perfect thing to do -- they both backed right off and went hunting easier prey!

We left immediately and had the best sex we ever had! I couldn't believe his stamina that night -- or my energy!

Jen just shook her head. "Best sex ever, huh? I'm telling you, Elizabeth, he's not going to be happy until you're in a sandwich!" she insisted, obviously referring to some kind of group sex.

Jen had never really said anything to me directly, but I don't think she really liked Steve a whole lot. We had been friends for a long time, had both had a number of boyfriends over the years, and I think that she felt that Steve didn't deserve me. He says as much himself on occasion, which angers me. He is one of the sweetest straight guys I've ever known. If anything, it is me who doesn't deserve him.

"I should never have told you about that game," I finally said to her in frustration.

"Oh don't be like that," she said with a smile. "Help me decide how to punish Laurence for not letting us have his car this weekend."

"Well, you could play The Game," I suggested with a laugh. "Do what I do with Steve and ignore him while you flirt with the entire bar!"

You're good at doing that, I thought cattily.

"That's not a bad idea. But I was thinking of maybe getting one of the researchers from the office to call late at night a few times and ask for me. What do you think?"

"That's a good one!" I agreed. "He could ask for you by your pet name: 'Jenny'! Or, sing that song, uh... What was the name of that old song about a girl named 'Jenny'?"

"It's called Jenny!" she answered with a flat expression.

Jen only let her closest friends call her "Jenny". I did, sometimes, but not very often. Obviously this pet name had been a source of some teasing at some point in the past. I made a mental note to ask Steve about this song -- he was probably old enough to remember it. Or it was probably on Youtube or something.

We played some cribbage, talked some more, and eventually made it to Cleveland. All told it took only a little longer than it would have been to drive.

* * *

The shoot started at 10am the next morning and we were kept there for the entire day. The client supplied lunch, and provided the hair stylist and makeup girl -- which was all pretty standard. (Sometimes you don't get hair, but you always get makeup.) Later, after the job, we ate dinner at a steakhouse close to the hotel.

We went back to the hotel, took our faces off, washed all the spray out of our hair, got into our "pyjamas", and sat around for a bit talking and watching a little T.V. Jen had these awful pink cotton pyjamas with this lime-green bow on the waist, but I just wear an over-sized t-shirt.

Some time after eleven o'clock there was a knock at the door. Always searching for the shock value, Jennifer answered it before I could grab something to throw over me.

"What are you doing here!" she demanded when she saw who was at the door.

"I just thought I'd surprise you, baby," said Laurence as he walked through the door.

"And who the hell is this?" she further demanded. Her question seemed moot as even I knew that this was Laurence's best friend (side-kick! alter-ego!) Nathan -- they were practically joined at the hip! She was really asking why the hell Laurence had brought him.

"I know you don't expect me to drive three hours out here with nobody to talk to!" he told her.

They stepped into the room and made themselves at home while I tried to cover up as best I could. Laurence said that it was a long drive and he didn't feel like getting up early to drive all the way out here just to pick us up and drive all the way back. By coming out tonight he could have a good night's sleep and a nice breakfast at Denny's before driving all the way back.

He sounded a lot like Steve for a moment, although I think Steve might have said, "Der Vaffle Haus" instead of Denny's.

The guys had brought a bottle of schnapps, probably peach, but I wasn't about to start partying in a hotel room two-and-a-half hours from home in my underwear with my best friend's boyfriend and his friend!

And I told them so! I went to college, I've been a model for a while, a bartender for years -- I can safely say that I've been around the block a couple of times and know how these things work!

I started to get dressed and asked Laurence for his keys so that I could go to a movie or something, but he said, "Slow down... slow down... we all a little tired here. Why don't we all just set back, get some sleep, have some breakfast in the morning, and we can start in on this tomorrow afternoon when we get home."

I glanced around to get a consensus from the room and was surprised to see that everyone was so agreeable to calling it a night. So we packed it in and Jen and I slept in one bed while Laurence and Nathan slept in the other.

* * *

I don't know what time it was when I woke, or what woke me, only that it was obviously still the middle of the night. It was still very dark, and it felt like Jen was no longer beside me. I extended my arm and sure enough, she was not there.

I assumed that she was in the bathroom, but before I could turn to check I heard a man's voice whisper, "Ooo yeah, baby. Oh that's good..."

My eyes opened wide as I looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Laurence was holding his blanket up, looking beneath it at the large lump which was between his legs.

Then I realized: Oh my god! She was sucking Laurence off in the next bed! While Nathan was asleep right beside them!

What a slut!

Of course I meant "slut" in a nice way!

After my initial surprise, I found that it was an incredible turn-on knowing what she was doing in the bed beside me, right next to her boyfriend's sleeping best friend.

Laying there, I watched them surreptitiously, and was rewarded by the movement of Laurence's blanket as Jen moved her head up and down on his dick. After a minute, I thought that I could notice a faint glow beneath the blanket and I came to realize that Laurence was filming their activity with Jen's camcorder!

That was so dirty! And it really turned me on. I never let Steve take pics or movies of me in the bedroom. My ex had taken pics of me in the bedroom and had held them over my head after we broke up. It's not that I didn't trust Steve, but once bitten twice shy, I guess.

I did find it hot, however!

After a couple of minutes, Laurence whipped the blanket away, revealing my best friend's head and mouth moving up and down on his thick, black cock under the faint glow of the night vision setting of the camcorder.

Oh my god! How could she get that monster into her mouth?! He had to be a good 10"!

Jen had gone on one day about how big Laurence was, but I thought she had been bullshitting. Obviously not! I briefly reconsidered Jen's offer to loan him to me!

Of course that was out of the question, but I was wide awake, now. It was so exciting to watch them. It made me so hot watching them secretly, knowing that they were laying there beside Laurence's friend. I started to think that this would be really cool for Steve and I to try some day. Maybe after a party when our friends are all passed-out around the room...

After watching her head bob up and down for a couple of minutes I found my hand caressing my belly up and down from my breasts down past my navel and I was suddenly missing Steve, wishing that he were here.


Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 01



Slowly, I let my hand glide beneath my t-shirt, allowing my fingers to drift over the thin fabric of my panties. I shave my pussy clean ("bare floors", Steve says!), so the feeling of my fingertips against the outer areas of my pussy were very stimulating.

I then manoeuvred my hand under the waistband of my panties. I closed my eyes as my fingers delved between my pussy lips and probed at the area just below my entrance. A short, guttural sound escaped my throat...

I froze at the noise I had made!

I waited, my eyes still closed, afraid that I could be caught listening; or worse -- with my fingers inside my pussy!

I listened for several moments, and from the sounds coming from Jennifer's mouth it seemed obvious that they hadn't noticed.

I opened my eyes and while I could see Jennifer still working on Laurence's dick, I could also see that he had the video camera pointed directly at me.

I was about to close my eyes again and play possum when I saw Nathan raise himself up on the opposite side of their bed, with Jenny still there, out in the open, still sucking on Laurence's cock!

I was shocked! Didn't she have any pride? Or maybe she had done this in front of Nathan before? As much as I wanted to close my eyes, I was hypnotized, curious to see what was about to transpire between the three of them, aware of a conspicuously tingling pressure in my own groin!

Once Nathan had sat up, he rolled his legs off the side and stood beside the bed. He walked slowly and deliberately around the bed until he was behind Jennifer -- when I realized that he did not stop and kept walking toward my bed!

I was panicking! I wasn't expecting this and didn't know how to react when he stood there beside my bed, the prominent lump in his briefs only centimetres away from my face, before slowly reaching down and taking the hem of my blanket.

He slowly pulled it back, exposing me to the chilly air of the room. As he drew the blanket past my hips I remembered where my hand was and, self-consciously, tried to surreptitiously remove it from my panties. I looked up at him, my chest heaving with excitement, wondering what he was about to do.

Nathan could see that I was looking up at him. He leaned over and nudged my knee to one side, spreading my thighs apart. He knelt beside me on the floor and placed his open palm under my t-shirt, slowly caressing my belly.

With a quick uptake my breath hissed at his touch as I closed my eyes once again, relishing the sensation. I had pulled back a bit at his touch, but I allowed my head to relax back into the pillow under the gentle stimulation.

As he caressed his hand across my belly from one hip to the other I barely noticed when he hooked two fingers under my waistband and began gently caressing the skin just above my pubic bone. Slowly and gently he worked his hand -- and my waistband -- lower, exposing more of me with each pass, until he was able to gently stroke both of his fingers against the bare skin on either side of my shaved pussy.

Honestly, it felt so good that I involuntarily pushed my pelvis out to meet his gentle fingers. I may have actually let him keep going, but in his impatience he slipped a knuckle between my lips, lubricating it with my juice, and used it to begin kneading my clit.

The abruptness of this change made me realize what I was doing. I opened my eyes to see Laurence sitting up in his bed with the camera focused directly on my crotch. I reached down and held Nathan's hand to stop his stimulation. Then I firmly pushed it away and escaped to the bathroom.

I needed time to think. I could hear Nathan on the other side of the door asking me what was wrong and imploring me to come back out.

This was wrong and I suddenly felt so guilty about nearly betraying Steve. If our roles were reversed and I found out that he had cheated on me, I wouldn't hesitate to cut his dick off!

I needed time to examine my emotions and decide how I was going to handle this. Having sex with a black guy was an exciting fantasy, but it was Steve I loved!

While I was thinking I could hear them talking on the other side of the door. One of the men said something and the other laughed. Then I heard Jen giggle a bit. After several minutes of indecision I heard the unmistakable noises of Jen being fucked by one -- or both! -- of the guys!

I made my decision. I walked out of the bathroom. Jen was laying flat on her back over the side of "our" bed with her knees in the air while Laurence was drilling her with his oversized pole. Nathan was standing over them filming the act. He brought the camera up for a moment and said, "There she is! Want some of this, baby?"

"I need the car keys," I said tersely, picking up Laurence's pants and retrieving the keys from his pocket. Then I hauled the blanket from his bed and left the room to sleep in the car.

I didn't even have my slippers!

I slept terribly. It was very uncomfortable and I felt like I was sleeping for only a minute or two at a time before re-awakening and shifting around to try to get more comfortable.

I was awakened one final time by a knock on the window. Looking up groggily I saw Jennifer's imploring face through the glass. She was saying something, but after stewing in my own thoughts throughout my largely sleepless night I was pretty upset with her for allowing this to happen and not seeming to care about it.

Her face was one of contrite apology, however, so I rolled the window down.

"Hey, Liz. C'mon inside and get dressed," she said gently. "We're going to get breakfast.

I knew I looked like shit, but I wasn't in the mood to care. When I walked into the hotel room Nathan was sitting on the bed. He rose when he saw me and greeted me with, "Good morning!" and a nervous smile. Laurence just ignored me.

Nathan seemed to be a nice enough guy, but my own self-consciousness and Laurence's attitude didn't help my mood, so I ignored both of them and went straight to the bathroom.

When I came out I told them both to leave while I got dressed. Neither man put up any resistance and went outside. I think Jen had probably said something to them before she came out to get me.

Jennifer was packing up all our stuff. The room was oppressively quiet as I changed into the clothes which she had laid out for me.

When I was nearly dressed she stopped, sat on the edge of the other bed, and finally said, "I'm sorry."

I just looked at her, unwilling to forgive her, but unable to help myself.

After some hesitation I grudgingly said, "It's okay." Not too convincingly, I feared.

"I didn't know he was going to bring Nathan with him," she continued. "He wasn't even supposed to be here last night."

I finished dressing in silence and Jennifer helped me as I started to pick up the rest of our stuff.

"This was obviously planned," she conceded. "I'm going to talk to him later and find out what he was thinking!"

What was I to say to that? I glanced at her, but still did not reply.

"Please, Liz," she implored. "It's a two hour drive home in a very small car. We'll play some backgammon."

I looked at her doubtfully.

"Laurence hates backgammon," she informed me with a smile.

I snorted and shook my head with a smirk. "Okay," I relented.

We picked up our luggage and lugged the bags out of the room. The guys were standing by the car. As we were putting our bags in the trunk I asked her, "Which one of us was paying for breakfast again? I forget."

"Larry is, now!" she declared, glaring at him.

Laurence spread his hands in protest, gave up, and simply said, "Don't call me Larry."

Breakfast wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. Nathan was more of a gentleman than I expected and seemed to be trying to offer something of an apology without actually apologizing.

Which made the drive home quite a bit less uncomfortable. We did play backgammon, which is a lot more difficult to do in a moving car than you would think. During the drive I had a lot of time to consider what I would tell Steve.

To be honest, I was actually considering how truthful I would be with Steve. I knew that I had been a willing participant for a minute or so, but there was no way I could tell Steve that!

Steve was also not one of Jennifer's biggest fans. He didn't trust her for some reason, and I think they may even have had words between them in the past.

When we got home the first thing I noticed is that Steve had taken care of my tires for me. He had actually taken the trouble to come out to my place and had taken car of it!

That closed the deal for me. There was no way I could risk hurting him by telling him anything about what had happened. It's not like I had actually done anything, anyway: at the moment of truth I had made the proper decision and had walked away!

Nathan was helping me with my luggage, and when I walked through the door my roommate gave him a dirty look. "Your boyfriend,Steve, phoned a little while ago!" she said pointedly.

"I missed you," Steve told me when I returned his call. "Did you have fun?"

"It was okay," I answered.

"You sound like you and Jen were partying all night," he observed. I could almost hear him smiling at the other end of the phone.

"No. I couldn't sleep last night!" I told him. "What time is it?... I'm going back to bed," I told him. "I'll be over later after I clean up."

* * *

It turns out that the tires couldn't be repaired and Steve had to replace them. The mechanic had told him that someone had slashed them through the sidewall. Later that week Steve phoned my Alderman to discuss the ticket. The by-law enforcement officer had written the fine based upon the flat tires, so it was easy for him to get that quashed for me.

Steve was great! He really took care of me. The more I realized that the more I knew I could never risk hurting him.

Jennifer and I spoke no further about the incident in the hotel. We didn't speak at all, actually; just text. She wanted to get together and do some shopping, during a weekend naturally, but we were having trouble getting our schedules together. I was busy for the first two weekends after our modelling shoot, and the weekend after that she had another shoot in Cincinnati. She invited me along, but I declined, not being in the mood for another potential visit by her boyfriend and his friend.

Friday afternoon I got a text from her: job cx. my 20 2moro @10.

She was pretty thick with the shorthand that day, but it was still readable. So her shoot was cancelled and now she wanted to meet at her place tomorrow to go shopping.

I had to think about that for a moment. I wanted her to know that I was still upset at her, but she was my best friend. Not to mention that I'd have to get up early after working late tonight.

After several minutes I returned, "k".

The next morning I showed up at her place a lot closer to 10:30 than 10:00. She rented a small house on the other side of the river with Laurence. She had a roommate earlier this year, but when the roommate left, Laurence moved right in.

Laurence answered the door when I knocked.

"C'mon in," he invited. "You want somethin'?" he offered as we walked into the hall.

"No, thanks," I replied politely.

He glanced back at me. "Nice legs," he commented appreciatively before continuing on into the living room. I unconsciously looked down at my legs.

Steve liked my legs and I often wore pants to accentuate them. Today I was wearing a pair of denim shorts, over which I had thrown an oversized blue denim shirt. The shirt over the shorts interrupted the pattern to give the illusion that my legs were longer.

I followed him to the doorway of the living room asking, "Is Jen just about ready?"

He sat on the couch beside his friend Nathan, both watching the TV.

"She's not here," he replied indifferently.

I waited for a moment, expecting more of an explanation, then I walked into the room to see what it was they were watching.

It was a night-vision scene so at first I thought they were watching Quarantine or some other thriller -- but I was mistaken.

I "tutted" at them in surprise! "Are you watching porn?" I exclaimed rather than asked.

I was more than a little surprised to see the screen filled with a night-vision shot of some girl under a blanket giving some guy head while he filmed her.

Nathan just smiled while Laurence replied, "You should watch this. The good part is coming up."

"Uh, yeah -- I'll wait for the book," I declined sarcastically as I left the room and started looking around the house for Jennifer. After a couple of minutes I had satisfied myself that she was, indeed, not home!

Still not understanding what was going on, I returned to the living room. "Will she be back?" I asked him, justifiably perturbed.

"Tomorrow, I think," he replied.

"What do you mean, tomorrow? Where is she?"

"Cincinnati. You should watch this."

"Cincinnati?! She told me to meet her here this morning!"

"That was me. You need to watch this," he said simply. "We're coming up on the best part!"

I glanced over at the screen. It was filled with a man's hand, holding down the front of a girl's panties, and caressing her shaved pussy with two fingers. The man brought a knuckle up and pressed it into the girl's clit. After several seconds her hands came down and grabbed his.

"I'm not sitting here watching porn with you two clowns...!" and I froze, my gaze locked on the screen.

The camera angle had zoomed out and I could see that the girl was me -- laying in a hotel bed in my t-shirt and panties!

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed angrily.

I watched as my alter ego on the screen rose from the bed and went into the bathroom.

I was mortified. I stood in front of the TV and faced them both.

"Get your fucking kicks?" I demanded. "Does Jennifer know about this?!"

"Wait!" Laurence said with a broad smile. "Here it comes!"

I turned and looked back at the TV again. The bathroom door was closed. The camera was moving around the room and there was some unintelligible conversation between Laurence, whom I know was holding the camera, and Nathan, who's head was moving in and out of frame.

Then suddenly the scene changed again, this time to a shot, taken from "behind", of Laurence drilling Jennifer on the bed.

"There it is!" Laurence presented it triumphantly.

I turned and shook my head at Laurence. "Oh my god -- I can't believe that Jenny is actually okay with you guys watching this!"

"That's not Jenny," Laurence looked at me with that big grin. "It's you!"

I looked back at the screen in confusion. It was definitely Jenny. She had been flat on her back just like that when I went out to sleep in the car.

"No -- that's Jenny!" I blurted.

"It sure looks like you!" he retorted.

I again looked back at the screen.

"That doesn't look anything like me!"

"Oh after seeing your face on the screen a few seconds ago, I'm sure that lots of people would believe that's you!"

The angle of the shot had changed to show Laurence's cock pounding in and out of Jenny's shaved pussy. I now realized that this video had been very carefully edited so as not to show Jennifer's face, and to give the impression that the girl being fucked was me.

"That's bullshit!" I exclaimed in denial. "Nobody's going to believe this!"

"I think boyfriend will," Laurence threatened.

Oh my gosh -- the proverbial "other shoe"! Was I that naive? So what was it going to be then -- extortion? It would never work. These two jokers didn't have a clue.

"And you think," I went on, "that Jennifer's going to just sit back and let you get away with blackmailing me for sex?" I asked him defiantly.

"Who do you think set this up?" Laurence asked with a smile. "You've been dreaming about black cock, well here it is, baby!" He stood up and approached me.

"You're a lying sack of shit" I told Laurence as I backed away from him.

"Why else do you think I'd drive all the way out to Cleveland?" he asked as he unzipped his pants. "I was pretty pissed driving all the way out there for nothing. Buying that schnapps -- Jenny even sacrificed her runway for you. An' I've had to listen to her whinin' about how itchy it is growing back in."

Runway? I wondered as Nathan approached and also unzipped his fly.

Then I remembered -- Jenny shaves too, but she always kept a strip of hair above her pubes -- a "runway"! I had never known her to be clean-shaven -- clean-shaven like she was in the video!

Bullshit! This couldn't be happening! She's my best friend -- she wouldn't do this to me!

"No, no, no," I shook my head as Laurence grabbed my arm and pushed me down onto the loveseat.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Laurence mocked me.

"I'll scream rape!" I threatened.

"Well, you can if you want, but I don't gotta rape you! I gotta DVD. You can either fuck us here and now, or we give the DVD to boyfriend. You're free to leave anytime you want."

Oh man -- this prick! Think-think-think -- how could I get out of this...?

"I'm on my period!" I bluffed.

"Okay," Laurence called it. "See you here next week!"

Shit!

"Okay," I gave in. "Listen," I tried to negotiate, still sitting on the loveseat. "I'll do it. In the bedroom -- just you. But I get the DVD after."

"You can have as many copies of the DVD as you want, but you gotta do us both!"

Oh godammit! I was beginning to see that I wasn't going to get out of this. He was not going to be flexible about this at all.

Which probably meant that he wasn't bluffing about showing the DVD to Steve. I may be able to convince Steve that it wasn't me getting drilled on the hotel bed in Cleveland, but there was no denying that I just laid there and let Nathan lift my t-shirt and reach into my panties to stroke my pussy.

I was sure he'd never forgive me for that.

Laurence strolled slowly over to stand beside the loveseat, his crotch conspicuously close to my face. "You wanna watch it again? Your own mother would say it was you."

I looked away in submission, but I knew what I had to do as he unzipped his pants.

"There it is, baby," he said as he waved the end of his uncircumcised black cock in front of my nose. Even half-erect it was the size of a bratwurst!

I reluctantly reached up and began to stroke him with my hand as Nathan came over to release his cock and present it to my face.

Nathan was already fully erect and had a very impressive tube-steak of his own!

I wrapped my fist around Nathan's spongy member and stroked them both back and forth, hoping to get one or both of them to pop without actually having to suck them off. After only a minute or so Laurence was stiff and put his hand on the back of my head -- the universal signal among douchebags that it was time to start sucking!

I thought at first he must be crazy! How could he expect me to fit that monster into my mouth?

Reluctantly I opened wide and cautiously fit the warm head of his dick into my mouth. The skin was smooth against my tongue. It was very large, and my jaw was stretched just trying to wrap my lips around it! But before I could properly adjust for it, he applied pressure to the back of my head and shoved it in until I began gagging and pushed him out of my mouth.

"Goof!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry!" he laughed at me insincerely, obviously not really very sorry. "You aren't used to sucking on a real dick," he chided me.

But at least my guy isn't as douchie as you, I thought! I took the head of his dick back in my mouth and began sucking on him as best I could, resisting his small thrusts as he tried to get himself deeper into my mouth.

At least he was clean. There's nothing worse than in insistent man shoving his cheesy-smelling dick in your face!

I sucked on him for a short while, all the time with him saying things like, "Ooo, yeah baby" and "Oh yeah, suck it deeper", before I pulled him out and began sucking on Nathan's dick.




Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 01



Nathan didn't try to shove himself down my throat and as I was working on him I thought I could feel that he was already about to cum, so I started really bobbing back and forth on his cock, trying to make him pop. To help get him there I moaned encouragingly at him. My intention was to bring him to the point of no return, then jerk him off all over Jen's carpet -- the bitch!

But just when I thought I had him, Laurence pulled me off Nathan and stuck his own dick back in my mouth. Holding onto my head he began thrusting in and out of my mouth, but at least he wasn't try to go too deep. I began jerking Nathan off quickly, trying to get him to spew.

It seemed obvious that Laurence was going to use my face to gratify himself.

I felt my body begin to tingle slightly, around my breasts and between my legs. This was not surprising to me. I had always been turned on when one of my boyfriends wanted to use me like an object, and I recognized that my body was reacting even in the middle of this abuse -- even though there was certainly nothing erotic about this experience!

My thoughts were uncontrollably drawn to my own fantasies -- those of having sex with one or more black men -- and I wondered if this weren't just my body's autonomic reaction to a fantasy fulfilment, however unintentional.

Suddenly Laurence pulled my head off his dick and pulled me to my feet. He quickly undid my pants and pushed them and my panties to the floor, then pulled my shirt up over my head, popping (I found out later) two buttons from it.

No -- this was not what I wanted! I did not want to be here! I just wanted to suck him off and get out of there!

He then pushed me back down onto the loveseat. I felt my heart beating nervously in my chest and I was breathing quickly in my nervousness as he gawked with appreciation at my cleanly shaven pussy.

Kneeling in front of me he pulled my butt forward to the edge of the loveseat, spread my knees, and leaned in to eat me out.

Believe it or not, I hate that! Most girls go all ga-ga when a man goes downtown, but I find the experience too ticklish and distracting! It's more of an annoyance to me than pleasurable.

I stopped his head with my hands and simply told him, "No -- don't! Just fuck me." I winced with chagrin as my voice cracked uncontrollably in my mounting excitement.

Laurence then grinned evilly at me, lifted my leg with his arm, placed his cock at my entrance, and pushed his way impatiently inside me.

"Oh my god!" I declared as I nearly came right there! The feeling of him stretching out my pussy was like nothing I had ever felt before! It felt so full...

Betrayed by my own body, I couldn't believe how incredibly exciting it was to be taken and used this way! I hated myself for it.

"Hows that feel, baby?!" he gloated over me.

Asshole! I thought. He could probably tell by the look on my face exactly how it felt!

And I had an epiphany. "You slashed my tires, didn't you," I accused him between gasps.

He just grinned knowingly at me.

"Just hurry up and get this over with!" I told him defiantly. I was probably not very convincing, but I was not willing to give him the satisfaction of his conquest.

"No; after all the trouble Jen put me to, I'm going to savour this," he told me bluntly.

He pumped me slowly and deeply. I desperately tried not to look too interested, but it did feel good!

It felt too good! He was hitting areas that Steve's dick would never reach! And he also moved his hips differently.

In fact it was very different!

I was trying not to cum, but I caught myself moaning softly. Self-consciously I forced myself to stop it, but the feeling kept building in me with each thrust of his thick, black cock until I finally couldn't hold it back.

"Mohhhhh..." I unwillingly groaned as my orgasmic wave swept up to me, then, "Gaaawwwwwd!" I exclaimed as it burst over the top!

Now I'd had it! That was it! Once I had reached the point of having an orgasm I would just keep going, one after the other! Steve loved that, and usually so did I -- but it was awfully inconvenient in this case!

I looked up at Laurence, embarrassed at my body's betrayal. He just grinned that arrogant grin at me and kept pumping.

What an asshole.

"Well, I'm done!" I said to him in as bored a tone as I could muster.

"Means nothing to us," Laurence said callously. "You just lay there and enjoy the ride."

That was the problem! My body was enjoying the ride all too much! I tried to suppress it, but another dozen pumps later my muscles were contracting into another uncontrollable orgasm.

"Looks like you're not quite done yet," Laurence observed unsympathetically.

He climbed off triumphantly and Nathan took his place, climbing on top of me, holding both of my legs up as he nailed me down to the loveseat. I began cumming immediately.

The look on Nathan's face didn't change -- his eyes were closed and he was enjoying the the feeling of his cock moving in and out of me, but Laurence commented, "There you go -- you just lay back and enjoy every inch of that!"

What a prick.

In revenge I rubbed Nathan's black arms with my hands and said to him, "Ooo -- you're even bigger aren't you, baby?"

He wasn't bigger, but I wanted to get back at that prick, Laurence.

Nathan just smiled and began rubbing my slender, smooth legs with his hands.

"Oh yeah, baby," I said encouragingly to him. "C'mon, baby -- show me how you use that thing!"

And he did! It was more than just the straight in-and-out. Like Laurence, he did something with his hips; rocking forward and backward or something as he pumped. It made his huge cock feel like it was wriggling around inside me like a snake.

And with that stimulation it didn't take me long to cum yet again!

Nathan kept pumping through it, and on the other side of my orgasm I could already feel another one beginning to build. He had one warm hand under my buttock and I felt that he was picking up his pace and pumping faster than he was before as he lead me straight into another orgasm!

After that wave had passed I could tell that Nathan was definitely pumping faster now. He sped up suddenly and I thought he was finally going to cum! I was already building closer to my next orgasm when he suddenly slowed down, pumped slowly an extra couple of times, then withdrew and climbed off, leaving me wondering what was going on.

Laurence was right there, ready for his turn. He reached down and guided me to my feet. He turned me around, pushed my feet apart, and pushed me forward. I braced myself on the back of the loveseat as he grabbed my hips and mounted me from behind. He easily slid into my well-lubricated pussy.

"How's that feel, baby?" he enquired his voice dripping with arrogance.

"When are you going to put it in?" I asked him defiantly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt.

And it did -- it felt wonderful! I felt so full.

In response to my provocation he pulled it nearly all the way out and shoved it all back in as far as it would go! I squealed in surprise, worried that it was going to hurt, and was very surprised when it didn't!

"Hyeah," I heard him gloat with a chuckle at my squeal. Then, almost matter-of-factually, "That's what that's about, you tight little blonde bitch."

Three strokes later I couldn't stop myself from blurting out, "Ohmygawd... ohmygawd...!" as I started cumming again, nearly curling my legs up in climactic spasm to impale myself upon him!

Laurence concentrated on pounding that pole of his into me as roughly as he could, bringing me to at least three more orgasms, each more powerful than the one before, the upholstery of Jen's loveseat being squeezed between my clutching hands.

I even came one last time, my pussy nearly snapping closed, as Laurence finally withdrew his weapon from me. I don't ejaculate, but I do get very wet and I could actually feel a drip of my own juices running down the inside of my thigh.

Before I could move or adjust, Nathan was right there behind me, bringing his dork up between my legs, holding it against my belly with his hand, and rubbing it back and forth.

Oh gawd it felt great, the feeling of his warm, black skin caressing the smooth white of my flat stomach.

I nearly came again anticipating what was to come next.

As I expected, he pulled that huge thing back from between my legs and rubbed it a couple of times between the lips of my pussy.

"Do it," I breathed softly, surprising myself with my own utterance.

He pushed his cock all the way into me, then began slowly pumping it in and out. I could feel the pressure on the inside as the head bumped up against the entrance to my womb.

I was expecting him to take me in the same position as Laurence had, but instead he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me down as he sat on the sofa, bringing me along for the ride, so to speak, as I was still mounted on his dick.

It was an incredible feeling being impaled like that: being penetrated as deeply as if in doggy position, but with my full weight driving it deeply into me.

I put my hands on his knees to hold myself up as he put his hands on my hips and began guiding me up and pulling me back down on his cock. I was already close to cumming again and I leaned forward slightly so that I could help him by raising and lowering myself up and down on his shaft.

As we began fucking in this position, Laurence stepped up in front of me and stuck his dick in my face again. Taking his cue I grabbed his cock in my fist, guided his sausage into my open mouth, and began sucking him.

I came again right away.

I admit that I was not doing a very good job on Laurence's cock. Nathan was doing such a good job on my pussy that I felt like I was cumming continually, one orgasm right after the other, and I just couldn't stop moaning.

Loudly!

Laurence got impatient, I guess, because he pulled me off Nathan. Then he sat down on the loveseat, pulling me down on top facing him.

He hadn't penetrated me and I frantically rubbed my clit up and down on his shaft, cumming again with a yelp! Then I grabbed his dick roughly, impaled my wet pussy on it, and began riding him like he was a bronco!

"Shit -- slow down, bitch!" Laurence laughed at me.

I cried out as I immediately came again with a loud groan! I was out of control!

"Oh fuck!" I panted as I kept riding, climbing toward the next peak. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... Jesus!" Another orgasm!

I was now riding nearly all the way up and down the entire length of his cock! Laurence was responding by driving his hips up into me as I descended upon him.

"Oh yeah!" I cried. "Fuck me," I began panting again between orgasms. "Fuck... fuck me... Oh fuck!" I was almost yelling it out! "Fuck me! Fuck me, you Nigger -- fuck me!" I demanded as I came again, hard!

He suddenly stopped moving.

Oblivious, I kept riding him, pushing myself up and down on his still-hard cock! "Fuck me," I kept panting. "Fuck me... fuck me! What are you doing?!" I demanded. "Fuck me!"

"What did you say?!" he demanded in surprise.

"I said 'Fuck me'!" I shouted at him.

"Did you just call me a 'nigger'?!" he asked, grabbing my wrists.

I froze as a chill ran down through my body. Uh-oh! Did I? Did I really just say that?

"No..." I protested. I couldn't have!

Well... maybe I could have, but I certainly wouldn't have... would I?

"Oh, yeah!" Laurence glared at me. "You said, 'fuck me you nigger'!"

Oh my gawd -- I did! I had used the N-word! I can get very vulgar when I'm fucking, but I could tell by the way he was holding me that I had gotten myself into some serious trouble this time.

"You don't get to call me a nigger you blonde... skinny... bitch!"

He seemed to be searching for words, obviously very shocked himself at what I had said.

"Get the fuck off me!" he commanded. Pushing me away I climbed off his dick to stand warily before him.

"Get your ass over here and give her a good fuckin'!" he told Nathan.

Nathan grabbed and, sitting on the sofa, pulled me down on top of him. "Don't you be calling me no nigger!" he told me with a wicked smile as he pushed me back and forth over his cock.

"Go on," he encouraged me. "You're not done yet!"

Apprehensively I grabbed his tool and guided it between my pussy lips again. I settled onto it as best I could, but after Laurence's coitus interruptus I found that I couldn't get it all inside.

He grabbed my ass roughly and began shoving me up and down on his cock. He was delving deeper into me with every thrust and I could feel that I was going to start cumming again.

"Oh, that's perfect!" I heard Laurence exclaim. "Hold her down, Nate!" he commanded.

Nathan then twisted my wrists behind my back and held me close to him so firmly that I couldn't move.

There I was, impaled on Nathan, his dick buried deep in my pussy, and when I looked behind me I could see Laurence approaching my now-exposed asshole with his dick pointing straight out like a jousting lance!

"Oh no! No you don't." I began to struggle. "No-no-no...!"

It was no use -- I was held too firmly! I couldn't escape.

"No... please!" I begged. "Laurence! Please, don't! You'll split me open with that thing!"

Laurence put the tip of his cock at my asshole and began pushing.

"No, Laurence!" I pleaded, my voice cracking. "Nathan! Please -- I've never done it before...!"

Laurence wasn't gentle about it -- he simply leaned into it until the head finally pushed its way past the muscular barricade.

"Oh frig it!" I barked as I felt my sphincter all but snap around his glans as the head of his dick entered my ass.

"Jesus," I continued as he just let it sit there for several moments, allowing me to adjust to it. My eyes were watering, but I wasn't crying and it didn't really hurt yet.

Nathan was still holding me tightly as Laurence leaned over and spoke into my ear.

"Call me a nigger with your little potty mouth?! I'll show you what it's liked to be fucked by a nigger!"

"No, Laurence -- please," I begged him as he began pushing his length into my ass. "Stop it!" I demanded desperately.

"Or what?!" Laurence laughed at me.

It still didn't hurt, but his relentless invasion of my butt-hole got more uncomfortable by the inch!

"Jesus!" I blurted as I felt my ass tighten defensively against the pressure. Laurence stopped his assault -- probably because he couldn't push any deeper.

"That's right," he said. "You just relax. There's a lot more to go here before it's done!"

He began rocking rhythmically back and forth against me. At first it just felt like a very annoying pressure, but as the cycle of his thrusting progressed I could feel his cock slipping deeper into my ass.

The feeling of pressure subsided a bit as I forced myself to relax -- more out of self-preservation than a desire to enjoy it! But the more I relaxed the more I realized what an incredible feeling it was! Much more stimulating than I ever would have guessed!

I was shocked at how easily this monster cock had taken my anal virginity!

Laurence positioned himself a little more aggressively behind me and grabbed my hips firmly. Then, together, he and Nathan began pumping in and out of me.

The combined stimulation between my ass and my pussy pushed me straight over the edge! "Oh my nmngach!" I choked incomprehensibly as I was hit by the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had in my life!

And believe me, I'd had some good ones with Steve -- to the point where I'd actually collapsed afterwards! But contrary to those previous experiences, I did not want to collapse! I wanted to keep going -- to keep having more orgasms!

And have more orgasms I did! One right after the other in unending continuous waves of intense pleasure!

"Jesus!" Laurence exclaimed. "You're turning into a real black cock slut, aren't you!"

I refused to respond to that, but it was true that this was the best sex I'd ever had.

Between them, they seemed to switch pace a little. Sometimes they would both be thrusting in and out at the same time, yet at other times one was pulling out while the other was pushing in.

I kept cumming continuously, their change in pace only serving to drive me on!

I must have been getting too loud because Laurence told Nathan to shut me up somehow. Nathan reached up, grabbed the back of my hair, and pulled me down to clamp his lips over mine, French kissing me while I moaned into his mouth.

"I got another little surprise for you!" Laurence spat as he pounded into my rear. "Smile, baby -- you're on candid camera!"

I think I responded to that with, "Mmmm?!!"

Nathan was no longer holding my wrists. I had to brace myself on his shoulders so that I could become an active participant in my own violation -- so as to move my pelvis in time with their thrusting.

"You like fucking niggers?" he asked me cruelly. "Well? Do you?!"

"Mm-hm!" I mumbled affirmatively.

"Well I know a whole bunch of them! And they will just love you!"

I moaned back in protest.

"And you're gonna fuck them! Everyone of them! And you're going to do it when I say or else boyfriend gets the videos!"

I have no idea how long that went on for. Time seemed to stop as my body became orgasm after orgasm. Laurence and Nathan were laughing and taunting me, commenting on their own debauchery and my debasement, but I didn't want it to stop!

No, that's not accurate. I couldn't stop!

Lost in my own pleasure I didn't notice when Nathan pulled out and Laurence flipped me over to throw me onto the sofa. They both stood over me, jerking their pricks with their own hands getting ready to splash me with their sperm.

I was still so horny! I sat up between them. "On my face!" I told them as I grabbed their balls and pulled them close to me. I came again thinking of them dumping their loads on my cheeks! "Put it on my face," I groaned as I looked up, eyes closed, and stroked around their sacks with my long fingernails.

"Oh, Jesus!" Laurence yelped at the stimulation and I felt the first spurt hit me on the cheek! My eyes were still closed but I felt him move above my face as he jerked his dick, letting his cum dribble down around my nose and mouth.

Then I heard Nathan growl as he too unloaded on me. His first shot squirted onto my face like a water pistol, causing me to cum again one final time! He almost literally sprayed me with the first few shots of his load, then I felt the rest landing on my collar bone and running down toward my breasts.

"Damn, girl!" Laurence erupted as I collapsed backward onto the couch, allowing myself to be exhausted as I came down. "You the hottest piece of ass I ever had!"

I thought about that for a moment. How ironic was that?! I thought.

"Even better than Jen?" I asked cattily.

"Damn yeah!" he exclaimed.

I felt a sense of satisfaction at that. She had set this up; the ultimate revenge would be to make her jealous, and make Laurence envious of Steve!

* * *

When I woke up I was still on the loveseat, still naked, and still covered in drying spunk from the guys. Laurence was asleep on the couch but I could hear Nathan moving around in the kitchen.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, making sure I left as much of it on the bitch's towels as I could.

While I was getting dressed, Nathan popped his head into the living room and asked, "Tea?"

Tea? What was that about?

"No, thanks," I said tersely. "I have to go." Nathan just nodded.

I may have had an incredibly satisfying fuck session, but I was feeling very guilty about it and had not forgotten that these two had basically raped me.

Well... it didn't really feel like rape; but at the very least it was extortion!




Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 01



As I was walking out of the room, Nathan stopped me, turned to the DVD player, ejected the DVD, and handed it to me with a gloating smile.

I quickly left. My sense of guilt was driving my feelings of remorse through the roof! I had no idea how I was going to face Steve after this.

All I knew for sure was that I would do anything to make sure he didn't find out about it.



Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 02



These stories are based upon the fantasies of two real people. Please read the intro for part one of this series to better understand the protagonists.

Chapter 2: The Commercial

We had just arrived when Elizabeth received a text on her cell phone. Reading it, she pursed her lips and exhaled through her nose in exasperation.

"What is it?" I asked, already anticipating her answer.

"The shoot has been cancelled," she explained.

As I had suspected. I nodded sympathetically.

"Do you still want to go?" she asked.

"Oh, I dunno," I replied doubtfully. "Las Vegas. Do you think we can find enough to keep us busy for three whole days?"

She cocked her head and smiled at my sarcasm before we continued into the airport to have our luggage checked.

The flight was about to board, the parking was paid for three days, we had booked our time off; it would be a waste of both time and money not to go. And it's not like we couldn't afford it, and we hadn't expected to spend all three days in front of a photographer, anyway!

The flight was uneventful; something just over four hours.

This trip, we were staying at The Planet Hollywood Hotel. I usually stayed at either here or The Hard Rock whenever I came to Vegas, but the "PH" had a deal on the room and the shuttle from the airport was free.

When we arrived at the hotel we were pleasantly surprised at having our room upgraded! Elizabeth's modelling job had given us plenty of notice for this trip and I had booked the hotel nearly four weeks ago. Even so, upon our arrival, the desk clerk informed us that there had been an error and our room had been mistakenly given away that morning. She apologized for the inconvenience and told us that she had taken the liberty of upgrading us to the Fountain View.

That was incredible. We usually just stay in a room rather than a suite, mostly because of the price, partly because we don't spend a lot of time in our hotel room, but also because you can't usually book a suite a year in advance in Las Vegas! To get even a Fountain View room, which is one of their bargain suites, on only a few hours short notice is really amazing.

I love Las Vegas! Each hotel on "The Strip" (Las Vegas Boulevard) is like an all-inclusive resort: casino, restaurants, cafes, the theatre... You could stay at some of them for a month and never leave the hotel.

In preparing for this trip our schedules had not aligned very well during the last week. I manage a bar and had to make sure that things were going to run smoothly over the weekend while I was away. Liz had also pulled a couple of extra shifts where she tended bar in order to have the weekend free for her photo shoot.

Liz and I hadn't seen much of each other that week and I had been looking forward to kicking off the weekend by making love to her when we arrived.

We had been going through a bit of a rough patch lately. Something had happened between her and her best friend during her last modelling job which had somehow overflowed into our relationship. I had even gone so far as to phone Jennifer to ask her about it, but she had always been a bit of a stuck-up bitch and seemed even more so when I talked to her. When Liz asked me to come with her on this trip I knew that we were back to smooth sailing.

We had taken a mid-afternoon flight and got into the hotel later than we would have liked. We were both pretty hungry and it was easy for Liz to talk me into dinner before sex.

Of course, I was dressed and ready for dinner way before Liz. The thing about models is that they always want to look like models, even when they're not modelling! So I played around with the TV for a few minutes, then told her that I was going to wait for her in Blondies.

I knew the thought of me drinking alone in a sports bar would light a fire under her.

I didn't really want to blow my first night in Vegas in a bar so when I sat down I ordered a black coffee and a boilermaker with bourbon. I hate bourbon, but being the manager of a sports bar in Ohio I know it makes me look more sophisticated than the average sports bar patron.

I downed the coffee to keep me awake (four hours is a long time to be sitting in a plane) and tossed back the bourbon to make an impression.

Blondies is big for a hotel bar. There were quite a few people in the place, and while it wasn't packed yet, it was still early for Vegas. I had grabbed a booth close to the bar, but not too close to the lone patron sitting on a stool several feet away from me.

I had barely noticed him when I walked in. He was an older fellow in a good suit. A typical middle-aged business man stopping off at the sports bar after a day at the office. Hardly worth noticing if it weren't for the second man who joined him several minutes later -- a cheesy-looking guy in a cheap suit, and while he hadn't said anything yet he reminded me of a used car salesman.

Elizabeth came down several minutes later. Every eye was on her as she strode into the bar. Her blonde hair contrasted her tight, mid-thigh black dress with a plunging neckline that made it obvious she was not wearing a bra tonight. She was wearing her "fuck me" pumps -- 4" heels which invited you to follow her long, tanned legs and fantasize about what was under her hemline. She set it all off with a simple charm bracelet and a delicate, silver necklace.

Simple, yet somehow slutty -- which is exactly what she wanted, I'm sure!

She did this intentionally, strolling through the bar like she was walking down the runway, not just attracting their attention, but inviting it. She liked the way men looked at her, and she liked them to fantasize about her sexually. She said "it makes me tingle".

And judging from the reactions of the other guys in the room and their girlfriends, she was getting exactly the reaction that she wanted!

I was okay with that; she knew that she could have any guy in that room, but she picked me! It gave me "cred" with other guys when they saw that.

I stood and kissed her as she got to the table, and I noticed that the two guys at the bar, both about my age, were actually gawking at her. I gave them that non-threatening look that says, "back to your drinks, boys".

"A beer cocktail?" she asked, eyeing my shot-glass as she sat in the booth. I smiled, stepped over to the bar, and got her a white wine. The two guys were still kinda watching me, but the last thing I wanted was trouble.

Don't get me wrong -- I wasn't afraid of these guys! I've had to stand toe-to-toe a few times in bars where I've worked, but these guys seemed harmless and I certainly didn't want to get thrown in jail in Nevada over the weekend.

Before leaving for the buffet, Liz and I sat in the booth talking for a few minutes as we finished our drinks. Shortly after I sat down, however, "well-dressed guy" left. "Used car salesman" came up to our table, smiled at me in cordial acknowledgement, then said to Elizabeth, "Can I talk to you for a minute, honey?" He then walked back down the bar, out of earshot, and waited for her.

Elizabeth and I exchanged doubtful glances, but she got up and walked over to him. The guy began an animated discussion with Elizabeth when a shocked look came over her face and she gave him a full-palm slap in the side of his face.

I rose from my seat immediately, as did at least three other guys, but we all stopped when we saw the glare she was giving the guy. Then she walked away from him and came back to her seat.

The bartender had come out from behind the bar saying, "Mr. Chapel!"

The guy -- "Chapel" -- put up his hands defensively saying, "My fault! My fault! Sorry!..."

I sat back down with Elizabeth and asked her, "What was that about?"

"He thought I was an escort!" she exclaimed. She did get this from time to time; quite a bit of her outward indignity was for the benefit of the others in the bar.

"So you had another opportunity to make some money this weekend and you blew it off?" I teased.

"Shut up," she scolded me with a wry smile.

We were just finishing up our drinks when this Chapel guy came over to our table with another boilermaker and white wine.

"Look, buddy," he spoke to me directly. "I'm really sorry about that. Your girlfriend looks so much younger than you. Whatever you drink in Blondies this weekend is on me. Help yourself -- whatever you want."

"Well," I started, not really sure how to react. "Thank you." Liz did not look impressed.

"You're a very lucky man," he continued. Then to Liz, "Really -- you could be a model, sweetie."

"She is a model," I bragged proudly. Elizabeth gave me that glare that says, shut up.

The guy's expression changed. "Really? So... are you in Vegas for business...?" he seemed to venture.

Not wanting to get any deeper, I deferred to Elizabeth to answer that herself.

"I was supposed to be working but it fell through," she stated simply.

"Oh. So you do model professionally?" he looked sidelong at her.

"When I can. Several times a year."

"Really! This is great! I just lost a model and I've got a shoot tomorrow. Give me a minute, will ya?"

Then he walked away and made a cell phone call.

"We should go," Elizabeth suggested cynically.

"What -- not interested?"

"This guy creeps me out," she replied.

I couldn't argue with her there -- he did give off that aura. We waffled over that for a minute or so and were just about to leave when he came back to the table, although he was still talking on the phone. "No, she's never shot a commercial before."

"Commercial?" we both exchanged glances.

"... I don't think so," he continued. "I'll ask her. Have you ever done any nudes -- calendars or anything?"

"No." She didn't seem surprised at that question.

"So, no adult movies?"

"No," she again replied.

"Good," he said. Then into the phone, "No, nothing." Then he paused, said, "Okay!" then hung up.

"How would you like to make ten thousand dollars?" he asked flatly.

He dropped it on her like a bomb. I'm sure that our eyes must have bugged out at that number. Liz and I looked at each other.

"For a commercial?!" Liz exclaimed.

"Well... yeah!" Chapel hesitantly replied. "I know it's a lot, but we're stuck, and it's not much more than we were gonna pay the other model, anyway."

Elizabeth recovered her composure almost instantly. "No," she said flatly.

"What?!" I blurted, startled at her quick reply. I think I must have forgotten to pack my poker face this trip.

"No, no -- it's okay," Chapel said, still smirking ironically. "I'm not gonna push. You two enjoy your weekend," he concluded with a much more sincere smile. "I'm serious about your drinks here!" Then he walked toward the door.

I gave Elizabeth a pleading look.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Let me see the contract!" she called after Chapel.

Chapel turned around, surprised at her renewed interest, then rushed eagerly back to the table.

"I don't have the contract on me," he explained, "but I can fax the script to the hotel here tonight. If you're still interested then meet me at this address at ten o'clock in the morning." He was writing an address on the back of a business card. "You can look over the contract and sign the release and everything tomorrow. Don't bring your baggage, and make sure you speak with me first thing when you get there! Do you understand? First thing! Very important!"

"Yeah, sure," I agreed.

"But I'm going to tell you," he went on, "if you take this you'll really be saving my bacon." Then he looked at me. "Are, uh... are you her agent?"

"No," I replied, looking at his card. It was a plain white card with just his name, Brett Chappelle, "Producer", and a phone number.

"Do you have an agent?" he asked Elizabeth. "May I have his card?"

"No," she replied, "I don't have an agent.

"Hmph. This would have been easier if you had an agent. No problem; I'll send that fax over tonight. I hope to see you in the morning." He looked at me, then to Elizabeth he said pointedly, "No baggage."

We discussed it after he had left. Elizabeth was suspicious, mostly because of the amount of money: "Ten thousand dollars for a commercial?! I wish!" She was right that it didn't seem plausible to receive ten grand just because the guy was desperate.

"And why would he not want you to bring any clothes?" I asked her suspiciously.

"What?" she asked me, confused at my question.

"No baggage." I mimicked Chappelle.

"Oh!" she laughed at me. "Don't you remember? That means, 'no boyfriends'!" she said with that broad smile of hers. I loved that smile.

"Oh," I replied, embarrassed at my own naivete.

That was actually not a problem. I did remember her explaining that to me quite some time ago, but Liz had banned me from attending any of her shoots anyway so I had forgotten.

In the end she decided that we would look at this "script" and decide from that.

We finished our drinks, had dinner at the Spice Market, then went over the The Gallery. I checked with the desk twice that evening for Chappelle's fax, but it was a no-show.

Oh! Before I forget -- funny story: After the second time I went to the front desk, I was returning to The Gallery and I bumped into this old guy coming out of the club. I say old; he had this grey hair that was kind-of all over the place, but he was tall, carried himself well, and was still built pretty solid for an older guy.

"Jeez -- I'm sorry, pal!" I told him as emphatically as I could. He had such a "presence" about him that I did actually feel a bit intimidated by this guy. I've had to tangle with a couple of guys over the years in the bar. I would not have wanted to square off against this one.

But I had nothing to worry about. He flashed me an unusually warm smile, gave me a very friendly slap on the shoulder, and in a very firm yet reassuring voice said, "No, don't worry about it." Then he winked at me and was gone.

I went in and sat back down beside Liz. She was smiling sardonically at me and shaking her head.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"When you get back home," she said wryly, "you can tell people that you ran into Harrison Ford." Then leaning forward to push her point home she finished with, "Literally."

That took a moment to sink in.

"Really?!" I exclaimed in amazement, looking back through the entrance of the club. In my own defence I have to say that he looks completely different without his fedora. And his hair really threw me off; I guess he combs it for the movies.

"Did you get it?" she asked.

"No, not yet."

"Well, if I'm going to do this shoot tomorrow then I have to get to bed."

"So you're going to do it, then?"

"I don't know. Ten thousand bucks is a lot of money. He said there's a contract and a release so it must be legitimate."

I left instructions at the desk that we were to be notified immediately when the fax came in, regardless of the time.

When we got back to our room there was a bottle of wine waiting for us. It was sitting in a wine bucket, but the ice had long-since melted. The hand-written card read, "Compliments of Mr. Brett Chappelle" in a hand much more feminine that Chappelle's. I wondered if he had sent it up before bringing us those drinks and talking to us.

I cuddled up to Liz from behind as we were getting ready for bed.

With a smile she hugged my arms as they encircled her waist and reminded me, "You know the rules! I'm not walking into a shoot looking like I've been making love to my fiance all night."

"Oooo," I said with a smile. "I like when you call it 'making love'. It sounds so dirty."

Pulling away she asked, "You like when I talk dirty?"

"You know I do," I acknowledged with a smile. I knew what was coming next.

Still in my underwear she guided me backward to the bed.

"What else do you like?" she asked suggestively.

"You make a pretty awesome gin rickey," I joked.

"A what?" she laughed at my Southern colloquialism. "A gin rickey, huh?" as she pushed me back onto the bed.

She knelt between my knees and smiled at me as she ran her hands along the top of my legs toward my boxers.

"I think I know a couple of other things you like about me," she intimated as she gently rubbed my half-erect shaft and testicles through the material.

"Well I guess maybe you do," I agreed.

She massaged my tool a few times before grabbing the waistband of my underwear and pulling it down to my ankles, exposing my half-erect penis.

As she sat up straight, she rubbed her hands up along my legs and pelvis until they were caressing my stomach. She leaned in close to rub her belly against my scrotum. Then she moved her hands around to the side of my rib cage as she leaned in to kiss my chest. She kissed below my sternum, to my belly, moved my swelling cock out of the way to kiss just below my navel.

I nearly sprang fully erect when she planted a soft, succulent kiss to the underside of my shaft, her lips snuggling into the frenulum just below the glans.

"There's the little guy!" she teased as it swelled quickly to full erection.

It's as close to heaven as a guy can get. We hadn't had sex in a few days so I knew this wasn't going to take long.

She kissed and nibbled all along the underside of my shaft, right down to my shorn scrotum. She nuzzled her nose into my sack before gently sucking in one ball and letting it drop back out almost immediately.

She slowly kissed her way back up my shaft, moaning softly, until she got to the head. She looked up at me with a smile. "I love this dick," she breathed, kissed it once more, ran her tongue slowly around the glans, then with a warm exhale engulfed it with her mouth.

It seemed as if her cheeks were embracing the sides of my cock as she slowly drew her lips back up the shaft to the head. Then she opened her mouth wide and descended upon it once again. Her mouth seemed to embrace my penis as she slowly pulled back up the shaft, as if trying to draw the juices out of my balls with her heaving motions.

Over and over again she slowly consumed my dick, moaning appreciatively as she pushed the head of my eight-inch shaft as far back into her throat as she could manage, careful not to gag, undulating up and down slowly like waves on the sand, all the while stroking the underside of my scrotum with her fingernails.

After only a few short minutes, she withdrew her head slowly from my member, leaving a lingering kiss on the tip, nurturing the shaft in her hand.

She then began kissing all around the head; slowly... gently... Long, lingering kisses. She was making slow, sensual love to my penis. Rolling her tongue beneath the head, smearing it around her lips in a long, wet kiss, all the time milking the shaft slowly with her hand.

She planted delicate little kisses all up and down the shaft, then, looking into my eyes, she kissed the underside of the head and drew it into her mouth with a gentle suction. But only the head.

As both her hands cradled my balls while gently holding the shaft, she slowly drew just the head of my penis in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

Every so often she would draw her lips up to the very tip, gently drawing her teeth across the head. Then she would open her mouth and descend once again down the shaft, draw her head back up, and begin that gentle up and down sucking with just the head in her mouth.

I don't know how, but she can always tell when I'm close to cumming.

She pulled her head from my cock and began milking it with one hand while stroking my sack with the other.

"Awww -- so soon, baby? You love me that much that you can't wait to give it to me? Oh, yes," she encouraged me, gripping me more firmly as she continued to milk. "Yeah, baby. C'mon. Give it to me. Where you want it? You wanna put it on my face? C'mon baby -- put it on my face. Oh, yeah ... yeah...!"




Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 02



And I did -- I blew it right in her face. She closed her eyes when I arched my back as I felt my testicles literally drain, the thick fluid pulsating past my prostate. She didn't flinch as the first three streams shot out and landed on her face, and kept pumping until the last of it had drained from my body.

I closed my eyes as she caressed my shaft and testicles for several more seconds before giving my dick a final kiss, standing, and going to the bathroom as I lay there spent. Something landed on me and I opened my eyes to see that she had tossed a hand-towel to me to clean up the sticky mess she had made of me.

After she had cleaned up I wanted to return the favour. She actually doesn't like receiving oral, and I've learned how to work her over really well with a dildo, but she wouldn't have it and we fell asleep spooning.

The first thing I did before breakfast the next morning was to go down to the front desk and interrogate the staff about the missing fax. It still had not arrived. Liz was pretty pissed when I told her.

"Fuck it," she stated flatly. "Ten thousand dollars, my ass. Let's go eat."

We went down to the breakfast buffet for eggs benedict and home fries. While we were sipping coffee I asked Liz for Chappelle's card and phoned his office number.

I was a little surprised when a woman answered the phone.

"Brett Chapel's office," she greeted me, again pronouncing his name as "Chapel".

"Mr. Chappelle..." geez. I shook my head subconsciously. "Mr. 'Chapel', please."

"I'm sorry but he's on a commercial shoot this morning. May I ask who's calling?"

"I'm calling on behalf of..." and I gave Elizabeth's full name. "She's reading this morning and we haven't received the script. Brett said that he was going to fax it to our hotel last night."

"Oh! Um... Sorry. I don't know what to say."

"Can we have Brett's cell number?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'll try to phone him immediately. What's your hotel and room number?"

"Please have him phone my cell directly," and I gave her my name and cell number.

"That's good thinking," Liz acknowledged as I placed my phone on the table and sat back.

Only a few minutes later I smiled triumphantly at her as the phone rang.

"I'm sorry, Steve," Chappelle's receptionist began, "but it looks like Mr. Chapel's phone is off. He must already be on location. I've left a message with your phone number on his voice-mail."

"Any idea?" I asked tersely.

"When he'll return your call? I'm afraid not. Your best bet of speaking with him today is to go down to the shoot location."

"Can you give me the address again, please?" I asked her, flipping over the card.

"No; I'm sorry," she told me bluntly. "We get calls from looky-loos all the time. If you don't know where it is then you're not supposed to be there."

She was good. I liked her.

"Brett gave me this address last night," I went on to explain, then I gave her the address on the back of the card and asked her if she would at least confirm that as being the shoot location for the commercial.

"Yes," I could actually hear her smiling on the other end of the phone. "That's it. Good luck!"

"Thanks," I said politely before hanging up.

I relayed the missing bits of the conversation to Liz who just sighed. After several moments she said, "God damn it," then stood up.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"To get ready!"

"You're going? Without seeing the script?" I asked in surprise.

"Ten thousand dollars!" she reminded me with frustration in her voice. "Just the smell of ten grand is worth the trip across town." Then she kind-of half shrugged and conceded, "and this could be really good for me."

I always laugh when she gets ready to go on one of these things. When we go out together she looks like a model, but when she's actually going on a modelling job she looks exactly the opposite, wearing this dumpy, loose-fitting clothing so as not to have clothing marks on her skin before she dresses for the runway or whatever shoot she's doing.

And she insisted that I come with her, regardless of Chappelle's 'no baggage' restriction. And, instead of our usual taxi, that we rent a car for the day in case we needed to make a quick getaway.

I don't know if she was suspicious or just cautious, but she was certainly being very prudent in inviting me to a shoot, even if just this one time.

As it turns out the location was not across town but only a few blocks away, down Sahara on either Decatur or South Jones; I forget which. I got the rental from the rental desk at the front of the hotel. We were going to be late so we really had to boogie.

When we arrived at the address there were several vehicles parked in the parking lot. I noticed the two "rent-a-cops" at a side entrance of the building and decided to start there rather than at the front.

"Hi, guys," I started. "We're here for the commercial. Is Brett Chappelle here?"

"Name?" asked one of the security guards. He had a clipboard.

I gave him Elizabeth's full name.

"Sorry, you're not here. I can't let you in today."

Liz produced Brett's business card with the address on the back. "I was only asked to come down here last night," she explained. "I'm probably not on the list."

The guard examined the card, then sighed and looked narrowly at her. He seemed to be weighing the possibility of being fired for letting someone in who shouldn't be there against the possibility of being fired for not letting someone in who should be there!

"Alright," he finally decided, rubbing his forehead. Then to his partner, "Take them straight to Malcolm, I guess."

So we were taken inside to the director who's name was apparently Ian Malcolm.

"You're the replacement!" he accused. "Good! I thought we were wasting our time getting set up today."

"Sorry," Liz apologized.

"Is Brett Chappelle here?" I asked.

"Brett told us we should talk to him first as soon as we arrive" Elizabeth explained.

"No, he's not here yet," the director conceded with a perturbed look on his face. "He should be here in a few minutes. We're still getting things lined up and right now I need you to go in there and have a seat for a few minutes. Can you do that for me, honey?"

"Yeah, sure," she answered equivocally.

We walked onto what was apparently the set.

There were several lights with those umbrella-like reflectors that photographers use, three cameras, some people milling around, one was a sound guy, and a hot tub with a plain backdrop and some potted palms and other plants around it.

"Ready to leave yet?" I asked sardonically as I looked around. Something about just walking into this place was getting my testosterone going.

Elizabeth just smiled as she sat on the edge of a tall stool.

"So should I call you 'sweetie' or 'honey'," I asked her sarcastically.

"I know," she acknowledged the misogyny. "Occupational hazard. It's better just to go with it."

I snorted disdainfully. Within a couple of minutes a short, mousey, but not unpersonable woman in her late thirties or early forties sauntered up to us with a clipboard.

"Hi," she greeted us pleasantly. "I'm Bailey: Continuity. You the new girl?"

"Yes," Elizabeth acknowledged.

"Did you get the revised script?" she asked.

"I haven't even seen the unrevised script," Elizabeth laughed.

"You haven't seen the script?! Jeez... Ian!"

The director had just finished talking to one of the cameramen and was walking past when Bailey hailed him.

"Problem?" he asked flatly as if problems were all he had been hearing all morning.

"She hasn't even seen a copy of the script yet," she stated wryly.

Malcolm looked at her. "Well," he began. "You've done this before?" he asked.

"First time," Elizabeth answered honestly. "I've been modelling for several years, though."

Malcolm seemed to consider this for a few moments. "This isn't exactly Shakespeare," he finally declared. "These things usually end up going wall-to-wall anyway, so don't worry about the script. It's pretty straight-forward; I'm sure you can handle it." Then to Bailley, "Get her info, get her signed up, then get her dressed. I'll talk to Chapel about this later. I'm getting tired of his 'last-minute' bullshit on every shoot."

"You got some ID, hun?" Bailley asked. Liz produced her driver's license, the number of which Bailley scribbled down on her clipboard.

"Ohio, huh?" she smiled wryly. "Well, at least you're not from Utah!" she smiled at her own cryptic joke. Liz and I just looked at each other.

Bailley then showed us the Green Room. Elizabeth was impressed. There was a meat and cheese tray, a three-tiered fruit plate, orange juice, and even several bottles of champagne. She remarked that there was no bottled water, and that there were a lot more calories in this Green Room than she was accustomed to seeing on her average modelling job.

"We need to get you dressed," Bailley told her. "You look pretty nervous. Why don't you pour yourself a champagne and we'll find you a bathing suit." Then smiling at me Bailley added, "You can wait here."

Liz never drinks before a shoot, but she surprised me by pouring herself a mimosa. A strong mimosa, with a bit more champagne than orange juice.

While she was in wardrobe I poured myself a champagne and helped myself to the cheese. I managed to have two glasses of champagne before Liz returned to the Green Room. She was covered with a robe and accompanied by a dark-haired woman a little shorter than her.

"Wanna see?" she asked with a smile.

"Sure!" I replied enthusiastically.

She parted her robe to show me a white bikini bathing suit with a blue floral print. I don't know if it was her blonde hair or her blue eyes, but she looked amazing.

"Nice!" I exclaimed enthusiastically.

She introduced me to Karen -- makeup and wardrobe -- and we all sat around talking about nothing. A few minutes later Bailley came back into the room.

"This is the contract, and this is the release. That's a lot of cash, hun!"

"I don't even know what I'm doing yet," Liz protested, skimming over the contract.

"I know you're nervous, hun" Bailley said consolingly. "I've seen it a hundred times. You'll be fine. Once you get out there you'll know exactly what to do. Don't let the camera intimidate you. We're all professionals here. Our job is to make you look good."

"Thanks," Liz said gratefully, although obviously still nervous. She seemed to consider what Bailley had said, then quickly signed both the contract and the release.

"Remember," Bailley told her, "this doesn't lock you into anything. You can back out at any time. Okay?"

I think Liz just kind-of nodded, then Bailley was gone.

Liz poured herself another mimosa.

"Nervous?" I asked with a smile.

"Very," she answered.

"That's your second," I reminded her.

"And I can barely keep my knees steady," she told me. "It's just champagne."

Malcolm popped his head into the room. "You dressed? Good. If you're ready why don't we get started. Bring that with you, if you like," he added, indicating the champagne cocktail.

We went back to the set. I asked about Chappelle again, but he still had not arrived. He didn't seem very reliable. Or well-liked.

"Let's start with some stills," Malcolm suggested and they started up the hot-tub.

Obviously this was an advertising shoot for a hot tub company. Liz stood in front of and around the hot tub, laying on the deck in different poses, positioning her hands at it as if presenting it to someone, all the while the photographer snapped pics. Liz did great as still photography is what she was accustomed to.

All the time I sat in a tall, backed stool and watched.

Twenty minutes and probably two hundred pictures later Malcolm called a break. They turned off the hot tub.

"I'm sorry that everyone is running behind today," he said to Elizabeth as I joined her. "When our girl quit yesterday we cancelled the shoot. We were really lucky to find you at the last minute, but we're having trouble rounding everyone up, and everybody's running behind. We're just waiting for one more guy."

Chappelle, I thought. It seemed redundant to speak with him now, though.

As Elizabeth put her robe back on, Karen, the makeup/wardrobe girl, walked in. She was now also wearing a robe over her own bikini, and she had two glasses of champagne. She walked over to us and handed Liz one of the glasses.

"Thanks," said Liz, although she didn't really seem to want it. After several moments Liz asked, "So we're performing together?"

"Oh, no!" she laughed. "I just gopher and make sure the guys are ready for their shots," she said with a wink.

I smirked and nodded in agreement. I've met some of Liz' male model friends and it was true: women tended to take care of themselves on set, but male models can't seem to tie their own shoes without help.

Bailley came over. "Finish that up, hun. Ace is here and we'll be ready to go in about ten minutes."

"Ace"! Pf! Of course that must be Chappelle, but like I said, talking to him didn't seem as imperative now so I let it slide. It figured they'd call him "Ace"!

"Okay, everyone!" Malcolm called. "We're going to start. Clear the set!"

I gave Liz a kiss on the cheek. "I'm very proud of you," I told her encouragingly. "You're going to be great."

She gave me a quick hug and I went back to my stool. Malcolm walked past me and jerked his head to indicate that I should follow him off the set. Which, of course, I did!

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Gallery," he said simply.

We went next door to a room marked "Studio C Production". Once I walked in I quickly realized that this is the room from which Malcolm would be directing the commercial. There were two technicians, one each at what I'm assuming were the video and sound control boards. One had a bunch of monitors and the other vaguely resembled the sound board that the DJ used when we did live performances at the bar -- but far more complicated.

"Camera 2, wake up," Malcolm barked into his headset.

Camera 2 had been pointing at a potted plant. Several moments after Malcolm spoke, it swung around and focused on the hot tub. Malcolm puttered around a bit, asking for sound checks, and asked Camera 2 to shift his position 10ft to the right, ostensibly to get a better angle. "Gaff that cable again when you're done," he reminded someone.

"Okay, people!" he announced. "I think we're ready. Five minutes!"

He took his headset off and left the room. One of the cameras swung around to focus on Liz. The makeup girl appeared to be bringing her yet another champagne, but she had sense to politely decline with a wave of her hand.

Malcolm walked up and I could see him talking but couldn't hear. I asked the sound guy, "Is there a headset I can use to listen?" He waved indifferently toward a set of headphones at one end of the console. I retrieved them and plugged into the jack he indicated.

"...sitting in the hot tub. The two guys walk out on the deck, take off their robes, then climb into the hot tub beside you."

"But I haven't seen the script!" she reminded him.

"That can't be helped. Don't worry about it. We usually end up ad-libbing anyway. The guys can carry the dialogue. Follow their cues. You just be yourself for now and we'll refine it as we go. This isn't going to come together in one take, anyway. Feel free to joke or flirt or whatever. Innuendo is okay. Here they are! It's about time!" he exclaimed. "Here they come now."

Elizabeth's look of confusion at his turn of conversation was replaced as she put her hand to her mouth in surprise. When she took it away she was biting both her lips between her teeth the way women sometimes do when surprised.

"Oh that's funny," she finally stated. "Well," she said, turning back to Malcolm, "at least this will really make my boyfriend's day!"

Into view of the camera walked two black guys, one tall and somewhat lanky, the other heavier, more stocky. I felt my heart begin to beat more quickly.

"...will really make my boyfriend's day" she had said. This was in reference to a fantasy I had shared with her, of me watching her being ravaged by a pair of well-endowed black men. It was probably my biggest fantasy, in fact, but of course far too taboo for me to ever contemplate actually doing.

Still, this whole situation would give me spank fodder for months!

The two black guys walked up to Malcolm and Elizabeth.

"This the new girl?" one asked. He had a slight Jamaican or Bahamian accent.

"Oh god," Liz said, bowing her face into her hand at the irony of the situation. Then she looked up into Camera 1, obviously thinking that I was watching her.

Jamaican held out his hand, introducing himself as Demonte. "You made it worth getting out of bed to come down here," he told her, then kissed her hand. She dramatically waved her hand in front of her face as if going to faint at his own dramatic politeness. Then: "I'm Elizabeth," she introduced herself.

"Ace," said the other guy simply. He sounded 100% American. "Do you prefer 'Jessie' or just 'Liz'?" he asked.

"Elizabeth," she said pointedly. "I feel like I'm making a Girls Gone Wild video," she joked.

"No," Malcolm responded to that. "That's another guy."

Elizabeth laughed at his flat sense of humour.

I heard another voice in the background that caught Demonte's attention. Then he turned back to Liz and exclaimed, "No script?! What monkey is runnin' dis circus?" he joked loudly.

"Just be yourself and it will all fall into place. Trust me," Malcolm concluded. Then they all walked out of scene.

Several seconds later Malcolm walked back into the control room and put his headset back on. With my headset on I could hear what was happening on the set, but I couldn't hear what was going on in the control room, so I moved one phone away from my ear so that I could hear both sides.

Malcolm was saying, "... your places, please. This will be our first take. Bailley? ... Good. Okay. Is that something on the stairs? Camera 1 zoom into the stairs. Bailley get that glass, please. ... No, on the stairs. ... Ready? Wait -- that's a good idea. Get a tray with three glasses of champagne and put it on the deck behind the tub. Clean glasses!"

As he waited he looked around the room. When his eyes met mine he seemed to suddenly remember that I was there. "Oh, uh -- how does she handle her liquor?"

How does she what? Then I remembered that she had at least two mimosas and possibly a champagne.

"She's a bartender," I answered.

"A bartender," he stated flatly with a look of confusion. Then he shrugged it off.

"C'mon, people!" he barked into the headset. "Chop chop! Mush mush! Imshi imshi!"

We waited another full minute or two.

"Tell her 'yes'," he said into the headset. "We ready? Clapper? Roll now." I saw an old-style chalk clapper on Camera 1 with all that obscure movie-making information that they use. It pulled away. "Action!"

Elizabeth walked up the steps to the hot tub, gracefully shucked her robe, and daintily stepped into the hot tub. As she sat down I heard Malcolm say, "Have her take one of the glasses now." I saw Bailley dart in front of Camera 3, and a few moments later Elizabeth appeared to stretch, then turned to the tray and took one of the glasses of champagne.

She sipped and seemed to savour it. I was a little concerned because that was the start of her third or fourth flute of champagne ... but she was probably okay. She could usually pack them away and she didn't yet appear the least bit intoxicated.

Several seconds later both of the black guys walked into scene from the side, already on the deck. While Elizabeth was glancing off-camera, looking for direction, the two men dropped their robes and climbed into the hot tub, one on either side of her.




Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 02



She couldn't control a nervous smiled. I found it exciting that this arrangement was so eerily close to my personal fantasy, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would have looked like without their swimming trunks, or what Liz' reaction would have been.

They settled into their seats and both grabbed their own fluted glasses of champagne.

"This is nice," Demonte began.

"And we deserve it," continued Ace. "At least I know I do!" he continued. "A toast!"

"To our continued success!" Elizabeth ad-libbed.

The guys hesitated momentarily, but went with it. I glanced quickly over to Malcolm, who also looked over to me and shrugged, conceding that it was an acceptable line.

The three then clinked their glasses together and sipped their champagne.

"Elizabeth! That's an awfully pretty name."

"Ace!" she replied playfully. "Is that a nickname?"

He mumbled something to her that wasn't picked up by the microphones. Then he said more loudly for the camera, "It's short for Ace of Spades!"

Demonte smiled broadly at that. Then he started talking.

"Have you been doing this long?" he asked.

Elizabeth began replying to that, saying something about modelling and this being her first video gig, but I was distracted by Chappelle walking quickly into the room.

He looked quickly around the room, seemed to miss me at first, then did a double take and demanded, "What are you doing here!?"

Then he looked down at the screen. "Shit! You're rolling?!"

"Of course!" said Malcolm with some irritation. "We were supposed to start two hours ago."

"I got T-boned at Nelles and Boulder! Why didn't you call me!?"

"Have you checked your messages?" Malcolm asked irritably.

Chappelle needed a moment to accept the meaning of that, then he yanked his cell phone from his pocket and glared at it. He tried to turn it on but the battery was obviously dead.

"Fuck!" he exploded. He shoved the offending phone back into his pocket and returned his attention to the monitor. "What take is this?" he asked, his voice edged with what sounded like mild desperation. I could tell from his voice that something wasn't right.

"First," replied Malcolm.

Chappelle turned away from the monitor and rubbed his forehead between his eyes. "Does she know?" he asked.

Malcolm looked at him. "Know what?" he asked.

"Can I speak with you in the hall?" Brett looked at him insistently.

"No! We're rolling!" Malcolm replied. "We're in the middle of a take!"

Brett glared at him.

"Jesus Christ, Chapel!" Malcolm gave in and they left the room.

I turned back to the monitor and watched as the two black men were obviously removing their swimming trunks, then they tossed them onto the deck. That seemed a little risque for a commercial, but I could tell by the look on Liz' face that there was nothing nefarious going on.

Within seconds of them leaving I heard Malcolm's raised voice on the other side of the door. The two technicians looked up at me, at the door, then back to their work as if nothing was wrong.

Still watching the monitor I was indulging my fantasy a little, imagining these two guys flirting with Elizabeth...

Then Malcolm and Chappelle came back into the room.

"You're her boyfriend?" Malcolm asked me directly.

"Uh, yes," I replied.

Malcolm shook his head and glanced back to Chappelle. Then he turned to face me and said, "You're on the set of an adult movie. We're making a movie."

I didn't hear him. What did he say? What? His lips were moving... he was telling me something, but I just wasn't grasping it. He was standing right in front of me, and I could hear that he was talking, but I had no idea what he had just said. It was the strangest feeling, as if that portion of my brain which translated words into English had suddenly decided to go to sleep.

I looked at the monitors, then at the technicians who were also looking up at me, then back to Malcolm. Then I think I turned to look at Chappelle.

Just as suddenly as it had left me, reality snapped back into place. I took off the headphones, walked out of the room, and toward the studio door which was now closed and guarded by two more uniformed guards.

They saw me coming and moved straight into action, hooking my arms, and dragging me back into the "gallery", apparently at the behest of Chappelle who was now standing in the hall and beckoning them to bring me back. Once inside the guards turned me around and held me in place.

"I'm really sorry about this," Malcolm was telling me with a very solemn look on his face.

"She doesn't know!" I shouted at him. "We thought this was a commercial! He said it was a commercial!"

"You said 'commercial'," Chappelle said accusingly, sounding desperate. "We use that slang all the time in the industry to mean 'an adult movie'. I didn't know! She's a model, she's so much younger than you, you said 'commercial' -- I thought you knew! You don't make ten grand for selling hair colour, for Christ' sake!"

I glanced back to the monitor, then back to Malcolm. "She doesn't know!" I repeated insistently.

"Yeah, well -- it looks like she's about to find out," he acknowledged, almost matter-of-factly, nodding toward the monitors.

"Listen," Malcolm continued calmingly, "we're not rapists. Nobody's going to rape your fiance. We'll go in and talk to her between takes. But I'm out of time on this project. Today's my last day for this scene and she's the only girl here to do it. If she bails on me then I'm fucked."

He waved the guards back, but they continued to maintain a wary eye on me. I stood there for several moments considering my position. He was right about one thing -- any kind of sex after "get your filthy paws off me" would be rape. All Liz had to do was to say 'no'. I put the headphones back on.

Elizabeth was looking down into the churning water of the hot tub as Ace was saying, "... but that's not my arm."

Elizabeth craned her head down and squinted into the bubbling water.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed and jumped back in shock. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed again as she had apparently grabbed Demonte's dick when she moved. "I thought you guys had something on under your trunks! That's not funny, guys!"

"I'm not laughing," Ace proffered with a smile.

Malcolm was barking into his headset. "I know, Bailley! We just found out. We're dealing with it here. ... Yes, Bailley. Yes -- I know! She's still got her clothes on -- keep rolling!"

"Just put that hand right back here," Demonte said, guiding her hand back to his penis.

Elizabeth pulled her hand back, then stood indignantly to leave the hot tub.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Ace said, putting one hand on her shoulder and his other arm around her waist. "Where you think you're goin'?"

"Let me go! I came here to make a commercial!"

"You are," said Demonte with a smile.

"Wait," Ace started in sudden realization. "You mean a real commercial? You've never done this before!" he accused her.

Demonte's smile disappeared as this new information sunk in. Then he made that "chirping" sound with his cheek that Jamaican's often do when they are perturbed at something. The two black men looked at each other knowingly, then they both yelled out simultaneously, "Chapel!!"

I looked around the control room. Malcolm was smiling laconically, and I caught the two technicians also looking side-long at Chappelle.

"Chapel?" I heard Elizabeth enquire.

"Dat man," Demonte said, his accent getting quite a bit thicker in his anger, "is a glass 'A' fukkup!" He emphasized it by pointing his finger at her.

Chappelle, unwilling to stand for this debasement, turned and walked out of the room.

"Listen, sweetie," Ace continued, "if you walk out we don't get paid. Nobody here will get paid."

Liz looked around the studio but of course I couldn't see what she was looking at.

"We need to work something out here," Ace continued.

"There's nothing to work out!" Elizabeth insisted crossly.

"Now, now," Demonte put up his hands. "We gone calm dis down a coupla notches, h'awright?"

Elizabeth and Ace just kind-of gazed at him. There's something hypnotically distracting about just the sound of Jamaican patois.

"He's right," Ace said after a moment. "Let's just take a minute so we can all get our thoughts together on this. Hey! Bring that bottle of champagne over here!"

"Getting me drunk isn't going to change my mind!" Elizabeth glared at him.

Ace glared back at her narrowly, making her turn away.

The makeup girl brought over the champagne bottle as surreptitiously as she could. Ace continued to glare at Liz as he poured another for both Demonte and himself.

"Not all us nigga's are rapists and carjackers," he finally said before guzzling his drink and pouring himself another.

"Now, now," Demonte calmingly said again at Ace's remark.

They sat silently for nearly two minutes before Elizabeth turned to Ace and said, "Sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

"Tsh!" Ace blew it off, rolling his eyes. He'd heard it before.

"This is bullshit!" Elizabeth exploded, putting down her glass. "I was hired to do a commercial! Now I'm here in a hot tub with two men I don't even know, on the set of an adult movie -- I even signed a goddamn release!"

"Now, now," Demonte went on again. "It's okay! Dis ting will all work out somehow. Nobody's gone be makin' any movies you no wan' be made."

"I signed a release!" she blared at him. Then in a calmer voice she tried to explain, "I signed a contract to do an adult movie! Do you know what this could do to my career? I won't get another decent modelling job again!"

"Okay, okay," Ace tried to console her. "Settle down. We get the picture, lady!"

"Not to mention the fact that I'm engaged to be married!" Elizabeth continued to rant. "I'm sorry, but this entire situation is completely unacceptable!"

"Alright!!" Ace declared more emphatically.

They all sat silently again. Elizabeth downed the rest of her champagne then poured herself another.

As they sat in the hot tub Elizabeth put her head down and began rubbing her forehead with her hand. After several moments Demonte leaned over and said, "Now, now -- why's all dis tears for?"

I was surprised! I looked closer at the monitor and sure enough, Liz appeared to be sobbing.

"What are they saying?" Malcolm asked inquisitively into his headset microphone. "What? ... No." And then became conspicuously quiet.

I watched as Demonte comforted Liz. Ace remained cynically aloof, comforting himself with champagne, but even he eventually shifted over next to Elizabeth. As her shoulders were being monopolized by Demonte, Ace put his arm around her back and apparently put his other hand on her knee.

"I'm going in there!" I stated, pulling the phones off my head.

Malcolm looked over at me. "I'm sorry. Not until we cut."

I took one step toward him, but the rent-a-cops took two steps toward me and I knew my next stop was going to be the parking lot -- or worse...

I watched the monitor as Demonte stood up. Liz glanced at his dick, hanging down like an uncooked sausage, looked away and said, "Jesus" or "Shit" or something similar. Demonte stepped out of the hot tub, put his robe back on, and walked out of frame.

I was relieved to see Ace slip slightly further away from Liz.

Malcolm began speaking into his headset again. "Yes," he said simply. Then, a couple moments later, "No. ... I said 'no'. We're still rolling."

Demonte strolled past Camera 3 as Elizabeth began ranting again. I could tell just from the look on Elizabeth's face that she wasn't going to go through with it, and I was incredibly relieved.

"She's not going to do it," I announced with a smile to Malcolm. He nodded contritely, conceding his agreement.

Watching the monitors I could see that Elizabeth was looking around and talking to more than one person off-camera. I impatiently waited for Malcolm to call a cut so that I could get her out of there.

And as expected, Malcolm did begin speaking into his microphone: "Yes," he said, as he glanced guiltily at me. "He can see everything on the monitors."

What?! That fucker! I grabbed the headphones. Elizabeth was looking directly into Camera 1 and from her scornful expression I knew exactly what she was thinking.

"You asshole," she stated disdainfully.

This whole situation made me wish I had never shared my fantasy with her. I didn't know what I could do. One very small part wanted me to just sit back and enjoy the show, but a much larger part of me wanted to jump out a window and phone the police.

Except that there was no window. But I knew I could probably lock myself in a closet or something and make the call...

Ace was taking advantage of the situation to again slide in close to Elizabeth, one hand behind her back, the other beneath the water.

"What are you doing?!" Elizabeth demanded of Ace, a look of cynical accusation on her face.

"Sorry," Ace said with a wicked smile. "Is this better?"

I couldn't see what it was he was doing beneath the water, and Liz just let his question hang there a moment before replying. "No!" was her acerbic proclamation, her expression unchanged.

When he apparently didn't stop whatever it was he was doing, she raised her voice, telling him, "Stop that!"

Ace leaned back and pulled his one hand away. Elizabeth downed what was left of her champagne.

"Listen, blondie," Ace said in a conciliatory tone. "Maybe we don't have to go all the way. Maybe Ian will let us do some softcore scenes. You won't make the cash you were offered for this gig, but we'll all get paid and you'll even pull away with somethin' in your pocket. Whaddya say?"

Elizabeth rubbed her temples. "What good's a couple of grand if it flushes my career down the toilet? I don't think so!"

"Oh, yeah," said Ace facetiously. "Because no Playboy Bunny has gone on to have a successful modelling or acting career, right Demonte?!"

I couldn't see Demonte's off-camera reaction to Ace's sarcasm.

"Shit," Ace went on, "Lots of models and actresses have done adult work. Pamela Anderson got her sex tape stolen and now she's more in-demand than ever. And remember that kid from that Christmas movie -- he tries to convince his dad to get him a BB gun for Christmas? He went on to do... Hey, Demonte! That Jewish kid from the Christmas movie! What did he go on to do again? We was talkin' about him just at Christmas..."

A pause. "Yeah! That's right -- New Wave Hookers! And he's still doin' Hollywood work. Doin' a little softcore might actually help your career!"

Elizabeth just sat there silently with her head in her hands, her palms beside her eyes, almost like blinders.

"I'll make it easy for you," Ace told her, hugging his arm around her shoulders. "I'm gong to start, very slow and gentle. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We'll call an end to it whenever you say so."

Elizabeth didn't move, as if she hadn't heard him, but my brain was working this out. I was thinking that I could live with a little softcore. To see my fantasy come to life, but just have it be softcore? If it's softcore then it didn't really happen...

Yeah, I was pretty sure I could live with that!

"Here," Ace said. "Let me rub your shoulders."

He manoeuvred her sideways a bit and began rubbing her shoulders. He must have had strong hands. She closed her eyes and began to relax. She was undulating forward and backward slightly in the water under the strong ministrations of his hands.

Ace seemed to know what he was doing. Even though he was in an awkward position in the hot tub he not only massaged her shoulders and neck, but was also able to work up and down her back fairly well. I barely noticed when he relieved her of her bikini top. Elizabeth seemed to take no notice of it at all.

Even with the top of her bathing suit missing Ace continued to massage her back and shoulders, patiently allowing her to become accustomed to his less-than-platonic touch.

I found it very exciting to watch him rub his hands over her the way he did, but also knew where it would ultimately lead. A fantasy is one thing, but to actually allow them to go all the way and risk losing Elizabeth was a completely different matter for me.

Ultimately I was helpless. I watched Ace change his pace as he made his move. His hand movements were more like caresses now rather than massaging manipulations. His hands beneath the water, I knew that he was reaching around and caressing her belly.

Tell him to stop! I kept willing the monitors! I could have killed Malcolm at that moment.

Smoothly, Ace moved his hands upward and cupped her breasts. She didn't exactly jump; more like a concupiscent intake of breath. She had now become a reluctant, but not unenthusiastic, participant in this episode.

Although his massaging actions had served a purpose, Ace no longer put on the appearance of semi-decency and openly manipulated and stimulated Elizabeth's small breasts.

Up until this moment I had always loved small breasts. While large breasts certainly have their attraction, square inch for square inch small breasts seem to be far more sensitive. I had brought her to orgasm many times just sucking on or pinching her nipples.

And now here was another man pleasuring my fiance using my schtick! He probably didn't even like small breasts!

I still held a forlorn hope that she would abort this scene, but in my heart I knew it was futile. She was gone.

As Ace continued to manipulate her nipples I could hear her beginning to moan delicately over the studio microphones. Her lips parted and I could see that she was beginning to really enjoy it.

Ace got up and moved to sit directly in front of Elizabeth. He began caressing the top of her legs beneath the water. She closed her eyes and brought her hands up to rest on his arms, encouraging him to continue. He took this as a cue and moved her hands beneath the water to rest between them.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed, opening her eyes wide. And I knew where he had placed them!

Ace leaned back smugly while Liz appeared to be stroking him underwater. He had a smile on his face as she worked her hands back and forth.

Ace shifted forward a bit, which brought a surprise to Liz' face, and I realized that he had placed the end of his dick against the fabric of her bathing suit -- and yet there was still a foot or more of space between them! Ace slowly moved forward and backward a few times, pressing his cock into her groin, before he lifted her up and spun her around to sit on his lap. Once again he reached around her and began massaging her breasts.

Malcolm was distracted by his headset again. He was arguing with Bailley.

"All she has to do is say no, Bailley. ... But she does know now. ... Yes, I remember -- and what did that get us? She was back three days later begging to do a scene! No-one is going to make her do anything she doesn't already want to do! ... No -- that's enough! We'll discuss it later."

Malcolm's point-of-view on this situation really bothered me. Did Liz really want to go through with this? To go all the way with these two men for money, film it, then have it distributed around the country? Was Malcolm so experienced in this that he was able to sum her intentions with so little interaction?

Demonte had now entered the scene from the deck surrounding the hot tub, dropped his robe once again, and climbed into the hot tub with Liz and Ace. He guided her hands to his flaccid cock. With her eyes closed, she moaned softly from the stimulation to her breasts, and she began to slowly stroke Demonte's dick with her hands. As she did it began to grow. Before he became fully erect he was able to easily match my own 8 inches.

This continued until Ace stood up, bringing Elizabeth with him. She reluctantly released Demonte's dick, but not until she gave it a few more lingering strokes.




Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 02



There it was. It was true: she was off the reservation for sure.

Ace guided Elizabeth to the edge of the hot tub. He pushed Liz so that she had to brace herself against the edge of the hot tub then moved in to rub his monstrous cock between her legs.

"Is that you against my belly?" Elizabeth asked breathily, her eyes still closed, as Ace gyrated his pelvis against her bathing suit.

"Oh yeah, baby. That's how deep I'm gonna push it into you."

"Oh god..." she mumbled, but her only protest when he slid his hands under her waistband and pushed her bikini bottom down was to part her lips expectantly. As the fabric slid past her butt and over her magnificent, shapely legs I cursed how serious she was about maintaining her photogenic figure.

The last of her bathing suit disappeared beneath the water and Ace ground his still half-erect member between her butt cheeks. Then he repositioned himself and began rubbing the shaft of his penis between the lips of her vulva. I saw her begin to breathe harder as he stimulated her with his tool, and I suddenly became very self-conscious of the increasing pressure of my own hard-on.

I was struck by the dichotomy of my situation, the choice between the immediate short-term gratification of watching my most powerful fantasy come to fruition against the possible long-term implication of potentially losing the woman I love to another man, either due to her lust for him or distrust of me, or even losing her to the entire industry which is something I simply could not contemplate.

As I considered the irony of my position, I watched as Ace attempted to mount my girlfriend from behind. He positioned his head at her entrance a few times, and Elizabeth even wriggled her hips in an attempt to help him, but h seemed to be having trouble.

Cut...! I telepathed toward Malcolm. Cut the take!

As Ace pulled back I could see his now fully erect penis. A minor adjustment in his angle, and he penetrated her easily. It happened that quickly! Very slowly he began sawing his thick dick in and out of her, penetrating slightly more deeply with every slow stroke.

Elizabeth's face on Camera 3, far from showing discomfort, was expressing her extreme pleasure at the invasion.

Demonte moved to sit on the edge of the deck close to Elizabeth. She opened her eyes to take notice of him, then reached up and began slowly stroking his cock with her hand. It had to be 10 inches in length, easily beating me by a full two inches!

A minute later Elizabeth was tugging him over and guiding Demonte into her mouth. Ace continued to stroke slowly in and out of her as she lightly stimulated Demonte with her tongue. Both men were now pistoning slowly in and out of my girlfriend from both ends.

Although they started off somewhat tentatively, like they were testing the waters to see how far they could go, after only a few moments they weren't being particularly gentle and I was surprised at how willingly Elizabeth had accepted them.

When Ace pulled out, Demonte took his cue and pulled out as well. Demonte guided Liz to sit in one of the hot tub's corner seats. He lifted her knees, moved into place, and easily penetrated her. Elizabeth braced herself against the back of the hot tub as Demonte began working her pussy seriously with his probing cock. She came almost immediately.

Loudly!

"Oh my god!" she yelled. "Deeper! Go deeper," she commanded him.

At her encouragement Demonte hooked her legs and brought them up beside his shoulders. One of our favourite positions is when she has her ankles around my neck; both she and I love it when I penetrate her as deeply as I can. Demonte didn't have her legs up as far, but was probably still drilling her more deeply than I ever had!

"Oh, gawd!" she groaned loudly as she came again.

Demonte pulled out. Ace moved back into frame and lifted Elizabeth out of the water to sit on the edge of the deck. Elizabeth leaned back on her palms and spread her knees wide. She gazed up into his face and looked like she wanted to say something as Ace climbed between her legs. She groaned loudly again as he roughly jammed his cock into her to the hilt.

For the next few minutes Liz grunted rhythmically with Ace's rough pounding, cumming at least twice.

Elizabeth opened her eyes when Ace withdrew. The demure look she gave him was so sexy that I would have come myself if I weren't so afraid of losing her.

Ace took her hands and pulled her back into the tub, guiding her over to where Demonte was now sitting. She settled herself down onto his lap, slowly impaling herself on his erection.

As she settled down onto his prong she leaned back and apparently gyrated her hips a few times; it was difficult to make out under the water, but seemed pretty obvious. Then she leaned forward slightly and began lifting and lowering herself slowly on his dick. The camera pulled back slightly as Ace came back into the scene and presented his cock to her face. Elizabeth opened her mouth and allowed Ace to push the head of his dick past her lips.

When Demonte noticed that Liz was having trouble manipulating both cocks simultaneously he took over by grabbing her hips and pounding her up and down on his dick. Elizabeth's reaction was to grab the back of Ace's thighs and pull him more deeply into her mouth.

It was obvious to me that Ace and Demonte had worked together before, probably many times, and were obviously skilled at tag-teaming their women. Their synchronicity went well beyond simple cooperation.

Liz moaned in time with Demonte's continued drilling while she pulled Ace further into her mouth. She was trying, unsuccessfully, to take Ace into her throat. She had always enjoyed the oral aspects of sex, and while she was never able to take me very deeply into her throat, it really turned her on whenever she tried.

She eventually gave up on Ace when her rhythmic moans turned into one long, loud groan as she came again, after which she began simply pistoning her head on and off his dick, synchronized with Demonte's pounding.

She soon came again, once more moaning loudly. She was usually very vocal during sex and that was probably all she could do while her oral cavity was filled with Ace's cock. She let out a simple, "Mmm," when he stepped back away from her mouth, but vocalized a noncommittal "Oh..." as Demonte pushed her off his dick. I mention that only because it looked like she wanted to say something more, but didn't.

Ace pulled her up and pushed her over the side of the hot tub so that, for the first time, she was facing directly into Camera 1. The look on her face as Ace penetrated her yet again nearly made me cum in my jeans. She began uttering a rhythmic "Oh! Oh!" as he began jack-hammering into her until she came again a few seconds later with one loud, prolonged, yet still rhythmic "Ohhhhhhhhh!". As he continued pounding into her that turned into a rhythmic, "MmmmMmmmMmmm..."

The most incredible thing happened just then. Elizabeth opened her eyes, and when she realized that she was looking directly into the camera she came again. I could tell because she focused right on the lens, then let go with a prolonged groan and "Oh, gaawwwd!"

Ace pulled Elizabeth away from the camera to where Demonte was once again sitting on the edge of the hot tub. Her mouth descended on his dick, moaning as she bobbed her head up and down on Demonte in time with Ace as he pounded her from behind.

I'm sure that Liz was close to cumming again when Ace lifted her leg high in the air as he reached down to touch her clit. Camera 3 had a great shot of her face being probed by Demonte's dick. Camera 1 had Aces dick penetrating her deeply while his finger made small circles around her clit.

She pulled her face from Demonte's cock as she came again, yelling, "Oh, yeah! Oh gawd that feels great! Ohhhh...!!"

She must still have been cumming when she dove back down, devouring Demonte's cock ravenously, pistoning her head up and down like a machine, for it was only a few seconds later that she abandoned his dick once more to cry out, "Oh, Jesus!!"

She continued to cum continuously three times in a row with hardly a breath in between, crying out the whole time.

Demonte slipped into the tub to sit on one of the seats. Ace had dropped her leg and continued to fuck her from behind. He reached up and began groping her breasts once again. "Oh, yes! Grab my tits! Oh my gawd!" she cried, cumming twice more.

Ace finally pulled out of her. I don't know how he managed to keep from cumming. I was out here in the control room away from the action and could barely keep myself from cumming!

She turned around and, without any encouragement and facing away from him, lowered herself onto Demonte in the reverse cowgirl position once again.

Without hesitation she started bouncing up and down on his large cock, pounding it into her pussy as hard and as quickly as she could lift herself off it. When Ace walked up to her she shamelessly grabbed his ass with one hand and pulled him into her mouth while jerking his shaft with the other. After several strokes, Ace lifted his leg and rested it on a bench seat or something under the water, allowing Liz to reach underneath and stimulate his scrotum. It also allowed her to position her head at a better angle to take him deeper into her mouth.

I watched in disbelief as she pushed her throat onto his dick with greater enthusiasm, taking it deeper than she had ever been able to take me, and I'm sure that I'm more than two inches shorter than he!

After a bit of this I heard Ace say, "Let's switch it up," and he unceremoniously pulled out of Liz and pulled her off of Demonte. She looked indecisive for a moment and I irrationally hoped that after having her face abused the way it was that she would call an end to the scene and I could get in there to talk to her!

To my disappointment, Demonte pushed her to her knees, shoved his cock into her mouth, grabbed the back of her head, and began feeding it to her deeply. Again, I was amazed at how deeply into her throat she was able to take him, and shocked at how willingly she seemed to do it. Demonte was pumping into her so hard that I was sure he was going to pop his load down her throat at any moment.

It seemed like he abused her face for quite some time before letting her up. Her face was wet from the water splashing around in the hot tub, but her reaction and gasping for air left me with the impression that she had tears rolling down her face as well.

She stood and turned to where Ace sat on the edge of the tub, his prick beginning to sag low but still firm. It appeared as if she was going to start sucking him again, but he pulled her up and onto his lap. She easily sank down on his lengthy cock and began riding him awkwardly.

Ace pulled her down to his chest as Demonte walked up behind Elizabeth, caressing her hips with his hands, sliding his dick between her cheeks, and placing the head at her anus. Then he applied pressure to her hips to stop her from moving. At the same time Ace wrapped his arms around her to hold her steady.

"No!" she cried. "You're too big!!"

"No...!" I also blurted out as I leaned aggressively on the panel in front of the monitor, the technician leaning back from me slightly.

Elizabeth and I had discussed anal sex, but we had never done it. She had always been afraid that it would hurt too much. But she had also teased me one night, while we were fucking and fantasizing, saying that she wanted me to be there to see the first time she got ass-fucked by a black man!

And now here we were -- her anal cherry was being taken, not by me but by a black man, and I was standing right there watching it! And all three cameras had fantastic position for it -- for my "viewing pleasure"!

Demonte slowly pressed the head of his dick into her asshole. I could clearly hear Ace asking, "You've done this before?" Elizabeth mumbled something unintelligible in reply, which to me sounded like, "Uh-huh", but I knew she had never done this before. "Then just relax," he told her.

Demonte continued to gently push, undulating rhythmically as he did so. Elizabeth rested her head on Ace's shoulder as she appeared to relax, then she cried out in a prolonged, "Oohhhh!!" as the head of Demonte's dick popped past her sphincter. Demonte allowed her to adjust to that for several moments.

"Oh my gawd!" she blurted as he began to gently pump back and forth into her ass. "Oh my gawd!" she repeated over and over as he continued to work on her. His dick wasn't actually penetrating any deeper at first, more like just stimulating her ring, pushing it in a little then pulling it back out. "Oh!" she continued to moan at each push. And as she continued to relax, Camera 1 caught Demonte's shaft slowly sinking deeper into her anus, a fraction of an inch at a time.

Ace relaxed his hold on Liz and I expected her to squeeze Demonte out, but to my surprise she braced herself and and whispered, "Deeper..."

Taking her encouragement as an explicit invitation, Demonte grabbed her hips and shoved three inches into her ass all at once.

"OOHHH!!" she cried out, but I could tell from the look on her face that the pain she felt was combined with ecstasy.

Elizabeth was now moaning out a continuous stream of orgasms, and I was shocked when she demanded the men to fuck her even harder! Demonte was now pistoning half his length in and out of her ass!

Elizabeth yelled out one final orgasm before the two stopped fucking her. Demonte slowly pulled out of her butt, leaving her asshole gaping wide. She appeared nearly exhausted as she stiffly straightened her legs and slowly slid off Ace and back into the water.

She sat on the seat in a corner as Ace slid into the water in front of her. He mumbled something to her and she smiled playfully. He then moved in and kissed her deeply. My heart dropped as she slowly and affectionately put her arms around his neck and returned his kiss passionately.

They were sitting very low in the water as Ace brought her knees up high and mounted her missionary. She rested her arm on his shoulder and buried her face in his neck as he pumped into her slowly and passionately.

He wasn't fucking her any longer -- they were making love...

The knot in my stomach was becoming a full-on cram as I prayed for them to stop. And in response to my prayer I thought they were about to separate at one point, but she was merely bringing her ankles up to hook into his muscular buttocks. On and on they went, and I could hear her moan out at least three more soft orgasms in this abhorrently intimate position.

When they finally separated, she gave him one last, passionate kiss, stood, and moved over to climb onto Demonte's pole once again, this time facing him. She sank down and ground slowly into him, bracing herself on his shoulders as she kissed him. Finally she began encouraging him to cum.

"You guys must be ready by now. C'mon -- give me a load. I want to see you cum right now. Can't you feel that? Doesn't that feel good? C'mon; cum for me. Tell me when you're going to cum..."

I felt like I was about to vomit. I'd had a hard-on for most of this production, but I'm sure that it was long gone by this point.

Demonte said something to her and she climbed off him and sat on the underwater bench. Ace moved right in and she began blowing him first, easily taking him deep into her throat as she stroked beneath his testicles. She alternated back and forth between Ace and Demonte, jacking them with her hands when they were not in her mouth.

At last Ace said, "Open up, babe!"

She looked up into his eyes and said, "No -- on my face! I like it on my face!"

And with that both men exploded almost simultaneously onto her face, their loads mixing over her nose, the streams splashing into her open mouth, and running down her cheeks. She tensed at that and I'm sure she was having yet another orgasm -- just from them cumming on her.

Some of their jizz dripped onto her breasts and she rubbed it in as she tweaked her own nipples. Then she stood and both men climbed out of the tub and walked out of frame.

"CUT!!" that asshole Malcolm finally yelled into the microphone with so much excitement that he practically screamed!

Within seconds almost everyone out in the studio and here in the production booth were clapping in applause!

Malcolm was dancing around like a pre-teen schoolgirl. "I can't believe we did that in one take!" He grabbed me and began shaking me until he realized who I was and froze.

"Oh, uh... shit! I'm sorry!" he muttered meekly

Honestly, I don't know why I didn't paste him right there, but I suppose I really didn't see the point.

Then he removed his headset and awkwardly walked past me. But as he reached the door he stopped, turned back to me, and solemnly said, "I really am sorry."

I believe that he was sincere, but that didn't help me to feel any better or any more forgiving about it. I knew that I may have just witnessed the end of my relationship with the best woman I had ever known -- a relationship I valued above nearly every other facet of my life.

Again I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how I could face Elizabeth again. I was sure that the only reason she had finally gone through with her performance is because she thought that I had, almost literally, thrown her to the wolves.

That and, likely by no small measure, the champagne she had been drinking!

I watched on the monitors as Malcolm walked into the set, hugging and congratulating everyone on an unprecedented performance.

I slowly removed the headphones and placed them down on the board. I noticed the sound technician watching me hesitantly.

We considered each other silently for several moments before I finally said, "I thought you always did these things in one take." Which made sense to me; once a guy cums he usually isn't worth shit.

"No," he replied. We usually do all the money shots first. The guys can last a lot longer after they've cum. The fluffer keeps them ready."

"The fluffer," I mused. Then I realized. "Karen?"

The technician nodded, "Yeah, I think that's her name."

"Karen," I nodded. Makeup, wardrobe, and she just helps out around the set where needed. I felt so stupid at that moment, but it all finally made sense now.

I nodded and walked out into the hall. The whole place seemed different, like I had only just walked into the place just now. The doors to the set were open and one of the two guards was standing just outside the room, watching me. I walked toward the door and looked in. Elizabeth, Ace, Malcolm -- they were already gone.

"I don't want to see any trouble from you," the guard cautioned me.

I had been fiddling subconsciously with the car keys in my pocket. I pulled them out and considered them for a moment.

"No trouble," I said to him absently. Then I turned and walked out the side door of the building. I wandered the parking lot for a number of minutes, not remembering which was the rental.

I unlocked the door and climbed in, but I couldn't bring myself to start the engine. Driving away would mean abandoning her, but neither could I imagine standing there and waiting like a cuckold and facing her on the drive home.

As I sat there, impotently considering my options, I was startled by a tapping at the window.

It was Bailley.

I fiddled with the ignition, trying to get power to the windows, but gave up and opened the door.

"Hi," she smiled at me nervously. "You just gonna leave, hun?" she asked me.

I didn't know what I was doing so I just nervously looked down at the asphalt.

"We all told her what Malcolm did. The crew, I mean. He's in there talking to her now. You should come inside and wait for her."

"No. I'm not going back in there."

"Okay," she nodded noncommittally. "So... I'll just tell her that you're waiting for her out here then, alright?"




Our Journey into Darkness Pt. 02



I just nodded and she turned and went back inside.

A short while later "Ace" and Demonte came out. Ace saw me standing by the car and they both began walking over. "Great!" I thought. "This is all I need."

As they reached the car Ace asked me, "You the boyfriend?"

"Yeah," I said in as masculine a voice as I could muster facing the men who had just DP'd my girlfriend.

"Right... Well, look; we're goin' over to Chappelle's hotel tonight to slip him a mickey finn, stick him in the trunk of his own car, and leave him naked in the middle of the desert. We was wonderin' if you want to drive the car."

I laughed at that, but politely declined. He said it was probably just as well, wished me a nice stay, and they both drove off in an old Dodge minivan.

I waited in the parking lot for quite a while. The car was uncomfortably hot in the mid-afternoon heat. Air-conditioning usually doesn't work well when a car's idling, so I took a stroll around the parking lot, paced slowly around the car, sat on the trunk, and took another stroll around the parking lot. It gave me an awful lot of time to think.

When Liz did eventually come out she was accompanied by both Bailley and Karen. Liz had her arms folded protectively in front of her belly and Karen had her hand on her shoulder. They stopped about half-way to the car and continued to talk.

I wondered what kind of hear-to-heart girlie talks porn stars had.

Only a couple of minutes later they all hugged like close girlfriends and Liz walked toward the car. She walked right up to me and embraced me around the waist while resting her head contritely on my shoulder.

After a moment she said, "You look upset."

"I am," I answered gently.

"I'm sorry," she offered simply. She hesitated. "Do you still trust me?"

I wasn't expecting that. It was now my turn to hesitate, but I decided on the honest answer: "I don't know."

"Do you still love me?"

"Yes," I said, although I did hesitate with that one as well.

She pulled back, still holding me around the waist. "Then I know what I have to work on," she said with a smile. "Let's go back to the hotel."

The drive from the studio back to the hotel was a lot longer than the drive from the hotel to the studio!

"You enjoyed that quite a bit more than I would have expected," I prompted her. She didn't say anything at first. She continued to just stare out her side window and I immediately regretted saying anything it at all.

"Did you enjoy it?" she finally asked still looking out the window. "It was literally your fantasy come true."

"No," I informed her. "Not as much as I thought I would."

To my everlasting relief she informed me that she had no intention of doing that ever again.

The cheque they gave her was post-dated five days. It was apparently a cooling-off period. Cashing the cheque concluded the contract.

Elizabeth also confided to me that the thing that turned her on the most was having the camera in her face. She told me that she wanted us to get a video camera, so we went out that afternoon, believe it or not, and bought a tripod and an $850 Sony Handycam! We had some of the best sex we ever had that night, and I'm embarrassed to admit that I came three times before dawn just thinking of Ace and Demonte screwing her in so many positions in that hot tub.