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Moonlighting

By: eyesofmystery



I was starting my freshman year of college and it had so far been a good year. I was happy to be making new friends. Especially my new girl-friends, like Diane. I had just met her this year, and I was crushing - hard. She was absolutely beautiful - her eyes were soft and yet strong; her hair was shoulder length - blond with black underneath. So sexy. She had beautiful breasts, not too big, not too small - and a fabulous body - waist, hips, legs - I reveled in watching her every chance I got. I had just gotten out of my first serious relationship, with a guy, and I was looking to have some fun - of the female kind. I was curious about her interests in women. I knew she had a boyfriend but like I said, our friendship was new. 

As the weeks passed, we got to know each other a little better. We never hung out outside of school, but we had a bunch of classes together and we talked about a variety of things. Once the time of Homecoming rolled around, I decided to see just how far I could get - or at least how much I could learn. I invited her to my family's cottage on the ocean for a party after the homecoming football game. There were going to be a bunch of people there - but I was positive we could get some alone time. Luckily for me, she agreed to come and we set it up to meet at my car after the game. I would drive her up there leading a long train of kids on their way to my party. 

I was pretty nervous about the whole thing - but looking forward to it all the same. I had never seriously hooked up with a woman, but I was hoping it would happen with Diane. On the ride up I segued the conversation into sexual habits and experiences. She told me all about losing her virginity to her first serious boyfriend, something we had in common, and we giddily talked about what we liked and how we liked to do things. I wasn't sure about her but I was definitely getting turned on listening to her talk about her moaning and biting habits. I steered the conversation a little more toward bisexual experiences, and asked if she had been involved with a woman before. She said that yes, she was bisexual, but because she had a boyfriend, she didn't think about that side of her. The statement was a little depressing, but it gave me hope - I could convince her to want me back. I was sure of it. 

We got to the cottage, I opened it up and the kids poured in. We had a D.J. (one of my friends) and lots of alcohol. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Some kids were disappearing upstairs and I was wondering when it would be my turn to get some. I noticed Diane staying away from the drinking hoards, so I decided to take my chance. I walked up behind her and leaned in close to her neck so she could hear me over the music, resting my hand on her hip (God, how nicely shaped) and asked would she like to step onto the patio for some fresh air? She looked relieved and so we walked out the sliding door. We sat down on the edge with our feet hanging through the slats of the side. The ocean under the moonlight looked unbelievable, and the whole situation was so serene. It was a beautiful balmy night and the waves looked quite inviting. 

After we laughed and talked for a little bit, I was feeling mischievous and daringly asked if she would care to join me for some skinny-dipping. We had a stretch of private beach, there was no risk of us getting caught. She laughed and said she would love to - she hadn't done anything adventurous in a while. So we ran laughing down to the water, leaving our clothes in a trail as we went. I just about couldn't keep up my façade of not caring once she was down to her white silk camisole and thong. She couldn't get out of them by the time she reached the water, so she dove in with them still on. I had also managed to get down to my skivvies, my favorite red bra and thong set, and leapt in after her. When she came up for air, I saw her tight nipples straining against the silk of her camisole. I just about lost it - I could feel the heat stirring in my stomach and my own nipples rising to stretch my bra - she looked so happy. And God - I could see clear through her top. I plastered a ridiculous grin on my face and splashed her a little bit playfully. She laughed and splashed back. After some running and shrieking, I managed to get behind her and tackle her into the shallow surf. We rolled once and lay together in the foam, laughing and gasping for air. I raised myself up on my elbow and looked at her. Really looked at her. 

I could feel her eyes watching me as I savored every inch of her - her chest, rising and falling - her nipples, still rigid- reacting to the air - her beautiful stomach with the glinting jewels in her belly button piercing. I savored her hips - I loved those hips so much - and tortured myself staring at the wet white triangle between her legs. Her thong, soaked through, clearly showed her lack of hair and details I never dreamt I'd see. 

I traced her legs with my eyes and came up again - resting again on her eyes. But there was something new there. Her eyes had changed from sparkling and happy to something darker. Her eyes still sparkled but it was a new kind of sparkle. Dare I say - lustful? It might have been wishful thinking but it looked to me like she knew my intentions and was willing me to proceed. I rolled over closer to her and flicked the tip of my tongue across her nipple. The low rumble in her throat gave me courage and I quickly engulfed it, licking and biting until she let out a little whimper. I trailed over to her right breast and did the same. I felt her hand move through my hair and, emitting a groan of my own sank my face between her breasts, breathing her in, kissing up her cleavage and up her neck. I teased her ear and gently kissed along her jaw. 

I stopped for a minute to look at her and she was just as slack-jawed, dead-head turned on as I was. She reached up and pulled my face down to hers, tangling her fingers in my hair and devouring me. I quickly recovered from her eyes and kissed her with all the passion I felt for her. Don't ask me why - but I had never realized she had a tongue piercing. I just about died. I moved on top of her and began caressing those coveted curves, teasing her nipples, tracing her hips. 

I stopped, asking her what she was thinking. She merely said that she had been hoping something would happen. She had been attracted to me since we had been talking - which made me feel better about my hardcore crushing. I think I was so relieved I laughed, and she smiled. I quickly returned to smothering her with my kisses, dipping into her sweet mouth - exploring and learning about who she was. I got my thigh between her legs and pressed against her. She groaned into my mouth and I took that opportunity to violate her neck again. I voraciously kissed and nibbled her sweet, salty skin and she reached up for my breasts. I wrapped my hand around her slender neck and raised her up so she was sitting. I peeled her wet top away from those perfect breasts, freeing her nipples. She fell back and moaned louder as I worked them up to their full height. I moved one hand down and slipped off the triangle of fabric keeping me from all I wanted. I could feel the heat emanating from her sex. I continued down, focusing on her naked mound for a bit, teasing the top of her. I continued deeper, tracing her swollen lips lightly, teasing her until she cried out. I plunged my fingers into her and felt her immediately explode, pouring juices out over my fingers. I trailed my lips down her wet stomach and flicked her piercing for a little, I could tell she liked that. 

The smell of her was going to my head; I moved her up on the sand a little so as not to swallow the sea as I was swallowing her, and lifted her legs over my shoulders. I gently licked her juices off from around her delicious hole, feather-light with the rigid tip of my tongue. She wriggled and shook as the circular motions got closer and harder. I flicked back and forth across her swollen clit, alternating swirling around it and zig-zagging up her slit. She was bucking and crying out so loud I was afraid someone who walked out on the deck would hear her over the still-booming music. Luckily, however, no one had emerged yet. I plunged into her, finger-fucking her sopping cunt and sucking her rigid clit. 

She cried out my name (oh happiness) and released more juices onto my fingers and face. She twitched and moaned while her very own waves of pleasure crashed on the sand. I crawled up beside her and barely had time to smile at her before she had flipped me over and straddled me - pinning my hands over my head. She devoured my lips - hungrily kissing herself off my face and chin. She nibbled my neck - my biggest hot spot - and literally tore my bra off my chest. My 34D breasts broke free and were immediately mauled by her hands. She worked my nipples until they were practically leaping off my chest. She was grinding herself against my sopping crotch and I was moaning deliriously. She engulfed a nipple in her hot, sweet mouth and worked the other over with her fingers. I cried out and prayed that this would never stop. She moved off me and wriggled me out of my underwear. I think she tossed it in the waves but I was beyond caring. She held my by my hips and forced my legs open with her face. 

She spread my outer lips with her soft fingers, and teasingly wriggled the metal bar in her tongue over my most sensitive spots. It felt so good I gasped and she quickly plunged her fingers into and me - I felt her everywhere, inside me - all around me - my whole body was on fire. I didn't care about anything except the heat of our coupling. She swirled and fucked and I moaned and bucked until I climaxed in a crashing explosion of lights and fire. I could see only bursts of colors until the shivers of pleasure had moved throughout my body. We hungrily kissed again - realizing that perhaps we should have been something more than friends from the beginning. Our underwear was lost, so we just laid up on the sand, waiting to dry enough to wipe off some of the grit and climb into our clothes again. 

We cuddled, we stroked. We laughed, we joked. We walked back to the party with our secret very fresh in our minds. We crashed on the couch together that night, and when I dropped her off the next morning, she smiled and gave me a quick peck. I can't wait to see her on Monday. I hope this will be the beginning of - if not a wonderful relationship - than an explosive illicit affair.

Moonlighting Pt. 01



Chapter 1: The City of Angels

In the City of Angels, there is no such thing as weather. It's always the same. Everyday. It was six in the evening and the sun melted on the horizon, reflecting off every surface and window in downtown Los Angeles. The 405 and 101 were packed bumper to bumper with vehicles inching closer and closer to their valley homes. It was an Indian summer in southern California, and the heat was finally starting to get the best of people. Shop owners sprayed the sidewalks down in front of their stores and people near the Ocean piled into cars to spend the remaining hours of daylight cooling off in the icy cold Pacific Ocean. Punks and elderly citizens sat covered in sweat at bus stops in the inner city, panting like dogs as their respect buses came. It was over 100 degrees still, and the people without air-conditioning were most bitter of all. 

It was going to be a long night.

As the sun finally set and bled into the inevitable twilight, Nick Palmer made his way through the traffic on a tightly configured and well-maintained mountain bike. His earbuds were in, a soothing trance song drowning out the ambient noise all around him. The cares of the day slipped away from him as he eventually broke away form Santa Monica Boulevard and took back roads the rest of the way home. He had just gotten out of his last class at Pepperdine and was making his way to his Westfield apartment. It wasn't anything special -- just a small 1 bedroom he was subletting for a year from some spoiled brats running around God knows where in Europe with their parents' credit cards. 

Still, he couldn't complain. He kept the place clean and the location couldn't have been better. He was just a bike ride away from the airport, the beach, school, and a nice enough movie theater.

Nick was not a complex man, like most men. He was a nice guy, good-enough looking with a great body from biking everyday. He had short-cropped black hair he gelled up and a sort-of indie meets rock and roll look to him, but he never outdid himself. Jeans and some form-fitting dark tees defined his wardrobe and he was perfectly fine with that. They were comfortable and it was a look he felt comfortable with. He was an English major at Pepperdine -- a school he got into on the grace of a scholarship program he entered back in high school. He still had some expenses to pay out of pocket, but mostly he had made out with a pretty good thing since moving out to the west coast from Kentucky three years ago.

A car drove up a few blocks away from Nick's apartment building, downtown Century City and Beverly Hills looming up in the background against an ever-darkening sky. The car parked in a residential neighborhood outside of a very expensive home. The woman behind the wheel was a rail thin brunette with a rock-hard body. Her hair was cut short and styled over her heavy make-up. Her wardrobe was skimpy at best -- short, shorts -- an elaborately designed bra covered only by an unzipped vest-sweater. Her mascara accentuated her gorgeous eyes, and her choice of jewelry was spot on for the part -- she was a hooker.

Her name was Sierra Miller. At least that's what the ID in her back pocket said...

She went to the local coffee shop and was by now used to the raised brows and harsh stares. How dare she revert to this profession in 2010, seemed to be the consensus frustration by everybody who assumed the worst of her. It made no difference to her, in fact, she was glad. This was precisely the kind of situational hazard she was thirsty for. When she put on the clothes, she never broke character. The most devoted of method actors would have been blown away by her dedication and conviction. 

Still, she was kind, gentle, and good with people. She was never rude. The girls behind the counter seemed to take a liking to her. Whether they felt sorry for her or not, she didn't care. If only they knew the truth. She took her coffee a couple of blocks down and met eyes with a bear of a man in a trashy outfit sitting outside of a closed electronics store -- this was Vinnie (the pimp). He was chatting up a couple of the other girls who all called and waved to Sierra enthusiastically.

"Hey," Vinnie said with a genuine smile on his face. 

"Hey," replied Sierra, used to his rugged exterior by now. She handed a coffee to Vinnie and began to dispense the others to everyone around. They all had their poisons of choice, and Sierra had memorized them all. They all made chit chat and exchanged gossip for a little while longer. Sierra interacted occasionally, but was careful never to become the center of attention. She didn't want to taint the field by involving herself anymore than she already had to. She looked over and caught Vinnie staring down at her flat stomach. She was always complemented on it. In high school, an early friend had told her that it was one of her more attractive features and that she could appropriately exploit it without being called a slut.

Anyway, Sierra let Vinnie's look go unchallenged. For one, he was in charge. And secondly, as long as he kept his hands to himself, he could look all day and night for all she cared. But really, she knew Vinnie had a soft spot for her, and besides, he treated her well. Why shouldn't she let him steal a glance from time to time? It only made her feel sexier anyway. Too bad she wasn't permanent, Vinnie thought. You see, Sierra wasn't actually a hooker -- she was just playing one undercover. 

No, she wasn't an undercover cop or a federal agent or anything like that. She was actually just a regular college girl from San Diego State doing a provocative sociological study on sexuality in regards to pornography and prostitution as it relates to the single male. Right now, she was writing a first-hand experience under an assumed name based on her experiences undercover as if she were interviewing a real-life informant who had wished to remain anonymous. What her colleagues would never know was that she was actually the informant. 

She had literally split herself into two identities and was always careful to make sure they never intersected. That was all about to change tonight.

Vinnie had immediately thought her to be a cop when they first met, but she soon explained herself and promised that she would always buy the girls and him coffee every day. Vinnie couldn't argue with this and brought her on board as a sort of liaison who would only oversee business, but never participate. Vinnie quickly took a liking to her even though Sierra had expressly told him on day one that she would not be seeping with him under any condition. Vinnie was disappointed by this, but soon found that he only respected her and liked her all the more for being so up-front and stern with him. He wasn't used to being told what's what by the women in his life, quite the opposite actually.

Though she would never consider this man attractive in her other life, she could see the pull and allure of his charisma in this one. He was protective of his and his own and never made Sierra feel uncomfortable. He always stood up for her and even one time knocked a guy to the ground when he shoved Sierra up against a wall during a scuttle with one of the girls she had followed into an alley in hopes of witnessing her first public sex act. Unfortunately she only ended up nursing a strained wrist with a bag of frozen peas that night. The sex would eventually come, little by little, until she was finally asked to by Leila, one of the girls she befriended, to watch her fuck one of her regulars.

It was odd, at first, watching another couple go at it, but she quickly overcame her own embarrassment and was overcome by her own sexual curiosity which she felt had laid dormant for so long now. 

She sat in the corner of a dark bedroom and watched her friend Leila, a pale redhead with naturally large breasts, stick another man's dick into her mouth and bob up and down on it. She watched her fuck him in every position possible, and even at one point, take it in her ass. Sierra's panties had soaked through at this point, but she swore she would never act on her own impulses... even if they were toward something as innocent as self-gratification. Masturbation would only add fuel to a dangerous fire burning wildly inside of her. 

She just about exploded when she watched Leila clamber off the man and shove his dick back into her mouth just as he cried out and shot his load deep into Leila's throat. She swallowed every drop and that was that.

Ten minutes later they were taking the stairs back down to the lobby. She couldn't believe this girl did this with a different group of guys every night.

Now, Sierra was not a prude, but she wasn't all that experienced either. She had had sex a couple of times with a guy she liked back in high school, but didn't get much out of it and just never perused it since. Today she was following girls along -- actual hookers, and watching their experiences first hand. The deeply pornographic and degrading nature of what they would do both disgusted her and fascinated her. She saw past the degradation and realized quickly it was a mutually beneficial relationship -- assuming both parties were being safe and smart about it. Not to say that's all these girls wanted out of life, but for the time being, they made it work.

Sierra quickly became immune to it all and quickly realized she was masturbating much more frequently than before she had delved into this world. Her fantasies also transformed from PG-13 romps in the hay to NC-17 fuck-fests. She even bought a vibrator that she couldn't get enough of on some nights. But they were only ever fantasies still, safe areas she could quickly create or erase at the whim of a thought -- and she would never act on those fantasies or dare to mix business with pleasure.

Until Nick...

Chapter 2: The Dance

Sierra was standing on the corner, just inside the old electronic store that Vinnie ran in the day, still chatting up some of the girls. It was by now nighttime, some of the girls already noticeably missing from the crowd -- already hard at work behind closed doors.

She saw Nick bike up and park outside his apartment's main door across the street. Sierra moved quickly when she saw him. Vinnie watched her go and knew that sparks were flying in her head with this kid. He was nice enough, he thought. He had stopped in to buy a couple of batteries once, and a pair of headphones another time. Cordial. Polite. Paid in cash. He was the perfect customer. Not too many guys like him the neighborhood really. Plus, Vinnie would never let Sierra get mixed up with a lowlife. Long as he minded his manners with her, he was square with him talking to one of his girls off the clock.

Nick was fishing through his pockets for his keys under the streetlamp high above his head.

"Hey," Sierra said approaching from across the street. Nick turned and almost blushed at the sight of her. She was always dressed to kill and take names in the process.

"Hey," he smiled back, knowing his second-take on her outfit and body did not go unnoticed. She smiled and bit her lower lip at the thought of being instantly taken in and mind-fucked in less than a second. Hopefully the fantasy took longer than that though. Men's brains made little to no sense to her sometimes.

"You ever going to buy a car?" she toyed.

"If I ever bought a car, I wouldn't be home in time to see your pretty face," he shot back. 

Nick was good enough with the ladies, but just independent enough that he didn't need one in his life right now. He had some favorite sites bookmarked online whenever the feeling got the best of him. He had had beautiful girls before too, but all nice small town girls back in Harlan County and Elizabethtown. Never in a million years would he have imagined himself to be so casually conversing with a hooker (or a girl he believed to be a hooker at least).

But he wasn't the judgmental type. She was nice enough to him, and he was always going to show her the same decency and respect in return.

"Is that right, babe?" she threw back. She loved giving him pet names because she knew he was not used to them.

Nick smiled. "So how are you?" he asked.

"Can't complain. How about yourself?"

"Oh, another day, another dollar," Nick replied.

"I hear ya."

Nick smiled uneasily and knelt down, pretending to busy himself by fixing an imaginary problem with his gears. It would be rude for him to leave mid-conversation, and he didn't want to shrug a beautiful woman away so quickly either.

"So when are you going to invite me up to your place?" Sierra asked with a devilish smile on her face.

Nick's cheeks flushed red and fueled an uncontrollable smile.

"When it's not so messy, I suppose."

"You used that excuse last week - and the week before that - oh, and the week before that too," she said, honestly recalling every time he had individually rejected her.

Nick just smiled again. "Well, I guess I better get on that. But I don't suppose it would help if I said I couldn't afford a pretty girl like yourself."

"It's never polite to discuss price with a lady Mr. Palmer," she stated, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He immediately apologized but she quickly reminded him that she had only been teasing him.

Nick turned back to his chain. Sierra loved that she could never be the center of this guy's attention. At school, guys asked her out regularly. Not that she was one of the "popular" girls or part o a sorority where guys were throwing themselves at her, but she was a confident girl.

"Anyway, price shouldn't matter. I told you... the first taste is free..." she bit her lower lip and made sure Nick had seen this gesture. He nearly froze in place when he considered her words literally.

"I -- uh -- will consider that. Trust me. But I do have to go."

"Your loss."

"Yes, I suspect that it is..." Nick hot up and walked into his building finally, dragging his bike behind him. When he got inside, he exhaled heavily. 

Sierra just stood her ground a moment longer, smiled at how she imagined Nick to look right now, turned on her heel, and crossed the street.

What she was trying to pry out of Nick was an understanding of the moral implications regarding prostitution when it came to regular men who didn't or wouldn't otherwise turn to woman like her (or the type of woman she was pretending to be). She thought it might be the price, but she clearly missed the mark there, as she still couldn't seduce him. She had then thought it might be a matter of cleanliness, so she immediately brought him an actual test-result for Nick one evening just to prove to him that she was clean as a whistle. 

He just smiled and shrugged her off, even then. He offered up some uneasy playful banter on his way up to the apartment just like they had just done. 

This was their dance. 

She wasn't actually going to sleep with him, but she wanted it to get that far at least. She was convinced every guy had a reason, and Nick's was one she longed to have. Somehow, she would find a way to seduce him and answer an age-old question for her case study.

She was going to make Nick want to fuck her one way or the other...

Chapter 3: The Art Project

They had first met when Nick nearly ran her over one day as she stepped out from a blind corner by his apartment. He had been speeding down the sidewalk on his bicycle and nearly killed her and himself in the process. A couple of pedestrians who nearly got taken out in the process shouted some obscenities in the street.

"Asshole!"

"Jackass!"

Sierra, though, had been knocked flat on her butt and Nick thrown over his handlebars. A couple good Samaritans checked to see that he wasn't injured, but he just shrugged them off. Vinnie ran over after seeing the whole thing go down from his usual chair in front of the electronics store.

"Hey, asshole, you nearly killed my friend here!" he yelled down to Nick. 

Sierra wasn't all too pleased with him either.

"Yes, sorry, sir -- it was all my fault. I really am sorry..."

Sierra and Vinnie were both stung by the 'sir' -- it was a habit he had formed long ago. It wasn't anything military related, just a since of cordiality his Aunt Sandy had instilled in him long ago as a boy. She had told him it would help ease the worst of situations and mostly she had been right. Including now.

Nick looked into Sierra's eyes. This whole incident had taken place only two weeks into her stint. She immediately saw an honest and genuine compassion in his eyes and knew immediately that she could not be angry with this boy. He, on the other hand, was immediately scared and intimidated by her. Being enveloped in Vinnie's shadow didn't help either. But she quickly forgave him and the two introduced themselves -- and that was the beginning.

--

Nearly six months later, Nick sat in front of the computer and watched old episodes of Breaking Bad online while eating a bowl of cereal. His completed homework was laid out on the rickety table in the kitchen. That was another bad habit of being raised by his Aunt Sandy -- work first, play later. But still, it had never been advice that got him into any sort of trouble. It always helped him avoid it.

His cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey -- is this Nick?" came a semi-familiar female voice.

"Yeah, who's this?"

"This is Amanda, I was going to model for you this weekend?"

"Was?" He recognized the girl's voice from his Art-242 class as the in-class model the class was to work with on an individual basis for a unique photography assignment due at the end of the week. Nick's time with her was scheduled for tomorrow morning.

"I just got a call back home, one of my cousins is in the hospital and she's not doing so well."

"Oh no, I hope she's alright?" he asked, genuinely concerned, already knowing he was screwed out of his grade.

"I hope so -- she was in a car accident and is pretty banged up, but I'm going to need to fly home and be with my family is the thing..."

"Of course, don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course. Don't worry. Go."

"Okay. Thanks!"

"No worries, we'll figure it out later."

And with that, the line went dead. 

"Shit..." he thought. 

He had just borrowed a really nice camera and some small lights from his friend Jim in the photography department to take these pictures. The assignment was to take photos of this particular, the same model everyone in class was going to be taking photos of -- and then compare all the photos in regards to what people thought was erotica. It was also going to be an assignment going on display in the new art hall that had just been finished a few weeks ago at the end of summer. He knew many important people would be looking at these photos and wished more than anything that he was able to get something in there. 

Photography was a hobby of his after all.

Nick quickly made a call to his professor who was already aware of the situation and assured him his grade was not going to suffer. The professor said he would still accept photos of a different model so long as he remained on point. He said he would attempt to find a last minute replacement, but knew that would be next to impossible with a beautiful woman on a Friday night. 

But then a dim light clicked on in his head.

Nick walked over to his window. He pulled the shades aside and was looking four stories down on Vinnie chatting with some random guy, presumably a friend of his.

Moments later, Nick crossed the street and met eyes with Vinnie. He finally approached him.

"Hey man," he said.

"Hey," Vinnie came back, the other man with him looking at him just as curiously as Vinnie.

"Uh, is Sierra around?"

"She's with a client." Vinnie stated sternly.

"Oh, okay." Nick nodded, and turned back.




Moonlighting Pt. 01



"Hey!" Vinnie called back. Nick turned around.

"What's up?"

"Do you expect her back soon?"

"Maybe..." Vinnie couldn't get a read on this guy but knew Sierra liked him so he tried to behave himself under his own frustrations.

"Can you tell her I stopped by, I just wanted to talk to her about something is all."

"Yeah, sure..."

"Cool."

And with that Nick was gone, Vinnie left only with a new sense of curiosity surrounding the mysterious boy next door.

--

Sierra was currently sitting in her underwear on a chair while she watched one of the other girls, Nikki, getting fucked. 

The guy, one of Nikki's regulars, fucked her mercilessly from behind while furiously attacking her clit. It was hard for Sierra not to give in to her carnal desires, but recently she had found that she was comfortable slipping her hands into her pants while watching the fun unfold in front of her. She had told the clients that she was merely a bystander and would not participate with anyone other than herself. This was fine with mostly everyone. But this guy, Jack Pitts, a famous skateboarder in the area, had grown fond of Sierra.

This was fine, Sierra thought, because Jack had a big dick and had never made a move on her. She liked that he watched her touch herself through her clothes while he fucked her friend like a dog.

"So... you want to have any fun tonight little girl?" he asked.

"You already know the answer," she replied, never missing a beat while she rubbed her pussy beneath her shorts and underwear.

"Besides, I like watching you fuck Nikki," she added. She looked at Nikki who was lost in throws of passion, bridging on orgasm.

"Fine, but will you at least come here for a second?"

Sierra just looked warily at him. She was walking a fine line now.

"I won't bite," he added. Sierra considered and than got up. He approached him he held out his hand, which she eventually took. 

He pulled her slightly closer to him and looked down into her eyes. He wasn't sure what his game was until he grabbed her hand and held it up to his face - the same hand she had just had down her pants and inside her pussy. He smelled her fingers and she was immediately taken aback by the fact that he now knew exactly what she smelled like. It actually turned her on as much as it shocked her.

"Wow..." was all he could say.

He pulled out of Nikki and she instinctively jumped to her knees in front of his cock while he began jerking off in front of her face.

"Watch this," Jack managed as his dick exploded and cum shot out all over Nikki's freckled little face and splattered onto her forehead, her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and across her eyes and lips. Sierra had seen guys do this before and didn't get it at all, but Nikki was in the zone pretending to love every second of it, as if the physical act turned her on somehow.

She wondered how many times he masturbated that night thinking of the scent of her soaking wet pussy...

--

Nick was cleaning the dishes when someone knocked on his door. He went to answer it. 

It was Sierra.

"Hey!" he said, half nervous and-half excited.

"Hey, so -- I hear you were looking for me," she said.

"Yes. Come in," he said, gesturing for her to enter his small apartment that he finally had cleaned. He took her coat and was stung by the fact that she was only wearing a bra as a top now.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Oh, I'm good." She admitted.

"Cool."

"So..." Sierra said.

"So..." Nick repeated.

"What's up?" She almost began laughing through the awkward silence.

"Well, I was wondering if I could cash in that rain check you promised, but under a different circumstance."

"Oh?" her curiosity was immediately peaked.

"Do you do... uh... photos?" Nick nervously began.

"Photos?"

"Like, let people take your photo? Nude?"

Sierra stopped. She had never taken a nude photo of herself or let anyone else do it. Nobody had ever asked. And now that she had been, she realized quickly that the situation she always feared would finally arise had and worst of all... she was not prepared. Did she have the fortitude to stick to her guns? Could she walk away? She did well enough with Nikki earlier in the night. Why not now? What was so different about this guy?

"I..." she began.

"I offended you -- I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said anything!" he blurted out.

"No! No -- it's just, nobody has ever taken my photo... naked," she admitted honestly enough.

"Come on..." He didn't believe her.

"Serious."

"Well... would you be interested?"

She honestly considered and then suddenly got confused. "Why a photo if you can have the real thing?

"Well it's for a school project"

"A school project?" she asked, not really believing him.

He explained it to her.

"Sounds hot. Uh... wow... well..." she realized this would be the perfect opportunity to get some information out of him for her project. 

She swore she'd never cross this line, but it wasn't actually sex, and she was egging him on from day one for this reason... so why not go with it? After all, she wasn't from Los Angeles, and was sure nobody would ever recognize her or even put two and two together if they thought they had. He would just explain the girl in the photo was a prostitute named Sierra, not a humble Sociology grad student named Kendra White.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll let you take my picture anyway you want, but you have to answer my questions no matter what I ask -- completely honestly."

Nick shrugged. "Sure."

"Deal?"

"Deal." 

They shook hands immediately. She had him right where he wanted him.

Chapter 4: Questions

Sierra had finally asked Nick for that drink and found herself knocking back her second beer before Nick was even done setting up the lights in the bedroom. It was going to take place on his bed of all places, and she needed to get comfortable with that fact very quickly (along with her own nudity in front of a pseudo-stranger too). She stood by and decided to cut the awkward tension by starting the festivities early.

"So. First question. Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"Sure."

Nick finished and looked up at Sierra.

"Okay, I'm ready. You can, uh, take your clothes off..."

Sierra slipped her socks off one at a time, keeping her eyes locked with his the whole time.

"How long did your most serious relationship last?"

"Two and a half years. Give or take. Her name was Ashley."

She undid her belt and pulled it from the loops.

"Did you two... make love?"

"Yes, about two months in."

Sierra unbuckled her pants and saw that Nick was in a trance, completely stoned on the idea of her naked before him in the near future. She slowly slipped her pants off and stepped out of them. 

She was now standing in just a thong and bra now.

"You have a really amazing body, you know?" Nick said, while trying to take in her ass from behind. The thong she wore left little to the imagination and she could tell he wanted a better view. She helped him out by turning around to show him -- she had a tight little bubble butt that Nick couldn't help but reach out and touch ever so gently.

"Hey now..." she smiled. "Sorry..." he replied. She secretly didn't mind.

"Thanks. So, did your girlfriend let you get away with anything kinky?"

"Depends..."

"What was your favorite thing to do sexually with her?" Sierra prodded.

"My, my you're pushy."

"Hey, I'm about to get naked in front of you!" she reminded sternly.

Nick smiled. "I don't know -- I just don't know what's appropriate."

"I'm a prostitute, trust me -- I've heard and seen it all before."

"Uh, well... I liked when she was giving me head and would let me cum in her mouth... okay? I liked watching her swallow me."

With that, Sierra unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor revealing her perky little breasts with small dark nipples. They were the perfect size on her tiny little body. Nick froze. Sierra had never exposed herself to someone she had not been in a long-term relationship before -- especially under the hot lights like this. It had always been under the covers before...

"What's your favorite thing to do sexually period?"

"Uh... well, I like to go down on girls."

"Oh? Why?" This answer intrigued her.

"I don't know, I just like everything about it. I like knowing what a girl's most private area looks like and knowing what she smells and tastes like. It's just a really big turn knowing something so intimate and off limits." he explained.

"Wow... that was so hot." She breathed.

"Yeah..."

Sierra then hooked her fingers in her panties and slipped her thong off revealing her completely smooth and freshly shaved pussy. 

There wasn't a hair on her body down there. She really liked to look the part. She had always kept herself well maintained down there in the past, but when she started really getting into this whole gig, she realized she had better be ready for anything and just shaved it all off. Truth be told, she loved it and it kind of made her feel like a slut when she looked in the mirror.

"Wow... you're shaved." Nick managed.

"Yeah, do you like?"

"I love it!"

"Did your ex shave?"

"Not completely... she had a landing strip." Nick admitted.

"So how do you want me?"

"Uh... over on the bed..."

Sierra strutted over and sat down on the bed, keeping her legs close together. Nick was able to make out her lips and clit ever so carefully. Sierra sat down finally and stared back down at Nick.

"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" Nick asked.

"No... I suppose not." Sierra retorted.

"What's your favorite thing to do sexually?"

Sierra had to think... she really didn't know. But then it hit her.

"I like to be on top. What's one thing you've always wanted to do with a girl, but haven't gotten a chance to?"

"That's easy... but you might think it's degrading."

"Try me."

"I want to cum on a girl's face."

"What is it with guys and that!" Sierra exclaimed.

"I told you!"

"No, it's just... why do you guys like that anyway?" she asked.

"It's just... hot... knowing a girl will let you degrade her and look at her so violated. You know, just seeing a girl covered in your seed is hot because you know she's yours from that point on, no matter what," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Ha, quite to the point!" she exclaimed. But she took his answer to heart and saw past the part that grossed her out by the act and saw that it was more about trust than anything else.

"Open your legs..." Nick asked.

Sierra slowly opened her legs as Nick took his camera up and began to snap some photos and stopped when he saw her pussy for the first time -- her tight slit glistening wet.

"Somebody's wet..." he teased.

"Hey, this conversation is hot, I can't help it!"

"Okay move your arm up by your head, yeah just like that!"

She now looked as though posing in a Playboy from the 1950's.

"So... ever thought of me while masturbating?" she asked.

"Ha! Jesus!"

"Come on!"

"Yes! Alright!"

"What do we do when you're jacking off?" Sierra pried.

"You don't want to know if the idea of having a guy cum on your face grosses you out..."

He continued to snap candids of her as her pussy continued to overflow with juices. She was embarrassed by how wet she was getting and knowing she was completely exposed to Nick.

"Oh really! 

"Yeah, really!"

Sierra finally found her hands close to her naval.

"Can you put your hand just a little lower, yeah, right there," said Nick. Her fingertips danced lightly below her naval, only inches from her smooth mound. She was starting to breath heavier.

"So, you have your way with me then?"

"And then some..."

"Why don't you take off your clothes too," she suggested.

Nick finally lowered the camera.

"I shouldn't..."

"Why not?"

"I, uh, well..." he stammered.

"You're hard as a rock?"

Nick laughed lightly. "I'm already having difficulty remaining in control..."

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm a big girl, and I want to see what you're clearly straining to hide under there..."

Nick hesitated, and then finally Sierra closed her legs. He sighed and then pulled his shirt off. His toned body struck her immediately. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them off -- his rock hard dick was pitching a tent in his boxers that neither of them could ignore. He was a lot bigger than she had imagined too.

"Wow, somebody's happy to see me," Sierra teased. Nick blushed and finally pulled his boxers off -- his rock hard member pointed right at her and pulsed as if having a mind of it's own. It was well over seven inches long and it looked engorged, almost painful for Nick. Precum formed at the tip and slowly leaked down the side of his shaft.

"Damn!" Sierra said.

Nick walked over to Sierra and sat on the bed next to her. He raised the camera and took some close-ups of her as she slowly began to trace her fingers up and down his sides that sent electric chills up his spine. He took the camera in one hand and slowly started to trace his fingers gently down her arms. He finally set the camera down and looked back at Sierra.

She looked at him curiously as he traced his hands up and down her thighs.

"You finally considering my offer..." she said, not really sure how much further she was going to let things go.

"Very much so," he replied, his cock now in his hands. He slowly stroked himself and let his hands slip over Sierra's small breasts -- air escaped her lungs as her most carnal desires flushed her system.

"I'm too horny... I might get a little rough, and I don't want you to get the wrong idea..."

"I can handle myself..."

Nick was finally overwhelmed by lust. 

He dove down between her legs and immediately began licking her soaking wet cunt. She screamed out as Nick began to run his tongue up and down her slit, swallowing all of her juices as fast as he could. He began to eat her like it was the last girl he would ever be with and shoved his fingers deep into her hole at the same time. Sierra slammed back against the bed and her body jolted uncontrollably as sensations she had never felt shot up her spine and hit the most pleasing parts of her brain. Nick started to rub and suck on Sierra's tiny little clit which caused her to yelp like an animal a couple of times, and then he was back to eating her just as quickly.

Sierra bucked her hips rhythmically into Nick's face and quickly wrapped her legs around him.

"How do I taste?" she asked. Nick finally removed his fingers, which were covered in Sierra's sticky juices, and held them up to her face. She looked at them curiously and was bit by the pungent odor of her own pussy that immediately turned her on even more. She took the hint and slowly took Nick's fingers into her mouth and sucked her own precum off of his fingers. It tasted bittersweet, but she loved it. He went back to sucking her pussy dry as she arched her back and quickly began to shake, as if in a seizure.

"Nick, I'm cumming! Oh my God!" Sierra cried out as Nick finally got up and shoved his dick into Sierra's soaking cunt and began to pound away at her like a jackhammer -- Sierra's eyes went wide the second he went inside her and she came down hard on his dick like a vise. She cried out and Nick nearly came himself, but he was able to overcome it as he felt Sierra's pussy clamp down hard on him. 

She finally screamed out and her body went rigid as a board... and then she went limp as a ragdoll and he slipped out of her.

"Wow..." she exhaled and fell back onto the bed.

Nick looked into her eyes and down at his throbbing member in his hands, overflowing with precum. It was practically painful at this point.

"You're not done yet," he stated.

"Give me a -- " but Nick had pulled her up to him and stood before her on the bed and quickly shoved his entire length down her throat. She immediately gagged as he started to buck his hips against her head and slowly fucked her face. She reached up and placed her soft hands against his abs to push away, but he just grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer to him -- his dick sliding deeper into the mouth.

"Can you deepthroat?" he asked, lost in his own pleasure. She just mumbled on his cock. He didn't care what the answer was. He started to pick up the pace and felt a familiar sensation build up deep inside his balls. Finally, Sierra held her hands up, knowing she was powerless against his grip. She was going to let him use her like this, and knew it was about to end anyway.

"Sierra!" he cried out as he slipped from her mouth and stroked himself right in front of her face. 

She tried to back away instinctively but he caught her by her hair and forced her head back to his cock just as streams of thick white cum shot out of his dick and painted her face one jet at a time. The cum landed across her hair and face, she felt as though it were raining and couldn't believe how much he was pumping onto her. It never stopped.

"Oh!"

A jet landed in her eye and finally Nick plunged his member back into her mouth and shot the last few loads deep into her throat, forcing her to swallow instantly. 

He finally released himself from her mouth and from his deadly grip as she collapsed back on the bed next to him. She stared back at him and saw that he was back to normal, but was looking at her in a new way. She was covered in his cum that dripped down the sides of her face, and knew that this had been his fantasy for some time. She decided not to immediately clean herself up, but let Nick take in his wild fantasy. Still, she felt sick, like she might vomit -- how disgusting this was had not even begun to set in for her. 

But she was now his whore, and whatever that entailed... she would abide by.

"Is this what you wanted?" she managed.

"Yes..."

"Do I look like a proper little slut?"

"Like a fucking whore..." he added. She smiled. Nick reached out and wiped some of his cum from the side of her face and fed it to her, she reluctantly accepted and swallowed. She then leaned back and fell victim to tunnel vision -- she was completely drained. 

Nick looked over at her and Sierra knew that she would not be getting much sleep that night.

Chapter 6: Crossing The Line

"I hope I wasn't too rough..." Nick asked, genuinely concerned.

"No, I'm just glad you got that out of your system," she smiled back at him while wiping some more of his cum off her face and slipping it into her mouth to turn him on again. She wasn't crazy about the idea of literally eating his seed, but she was playing a part and truth be told, it ruined her tonight. She was no longer herself, but a rather a culmination of countless months worth of character creation -- she had assumed this character's identity now to her very core, the way David Webb became Jason Bourne at the drop of a hat when bullets started flying.

Her real name was Kendra White, and she had only been moonlighting as Sierra in the beginning. Though, as time went on, the fantasies slipped from Sierra's life into Kendra's. Then, the attitude had been affected, and a balance of power slowly shifted within her. Kendra had been tainted now, and the two personalities slowly started to blend together. She was beginning to lose her mind the last couple of weeks, not really sure what she wanted from what life anymore. 

But for now, she lost herself to Sierra and was enjoying every minute of it, solely because it was not a life she would otherwise seek out. Only, unlike the other girls, she had the opportunity to walk away whenever it got to be too much.

She was back with Nick...

"Yeah..." he breathed.

Nick was slowly stroking himself while staring at Sierra's nude body. She took note of this and found the idea to be completely erotic. Her most private areas flushed and she felt a tickle inside her that she knew would only lead to trouble.




Moonlighting Pt. 01



"Here..."

Sierra reached out and grabbed Nick's soft dick and slowly took it into her hands. He shuddered, obviously still sensitive from his orgasm. She slowly, ever so slowly, started to stroke him while her other hand traveled down her sides, across her naval, and down between her legs.

"Just let me do all the work," she said. 

Nick just nodded and watched as Sierra slowly fingered herself while giving him a handjob. Sierra's breathing increased and sweat formed at her brow. Nick's dick was nearly fully erect by now -- she looked down, impressed by how quickly and largely it had grown. It made her horny and she rubbed her self with new enthusiasm. She closed her eyes and imagined what they would be doing next.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"You... fucking me," she admitted.

"How?"

"Anyway you want..."

Nick exhaled and looked into Sierra's eyes when she opened them. They stared at each other, and Sierra was immediately aware that she was still wearing his cum, by now slowly drying to her face and mixing in with her sweat.

"If you want to clean up... I'd, uh, like to kiss you..." Nick admitted.

Sierra just stared at him and suddenly stopped. "That's usually the only thing we don't do."

"I know, but it's a turn on for me, and... you have very beautiful lips..." 

Sierra was in Heaven. She nodded, and, as graceful as she could, slipped from bed. He caught a glimpse of her nude ass for the first time bouncing with each step she took. She was consciously aware of his eyes all over her naked backside the whole way to his bathroom. Nick continued to rub himself as he heard the sink turn on. A beat later, she emerged from the bathroom, her face and hair wet, but completely clean. He lied there, taking her in from the doorway. She then strutted over to him and crawled back into bed next to him.

Nick leaned in and met his lips on her soft skin. Their lips touched and his tongue found it's way into her mouth -- their tongues danced with each other as he slowly started tracing his hands up and down the lengths of her naked arms and legs, an act that sent chills down her back. She was in junior high again and this was her electric first kiss. Their hands found each other's privates and soon it was a race. They met eyes as they continued to pleasure each other, the sounds of their physical actions the only thing filling the empty space between them. It was awkward, but their pleasure outweighed their embarrassment.

Eventually, Sierra got up, and climbed on top of Nick and lowered herself onto his dick, it pushed deep into her cunt and she exhaled, still so sensitive from their previous quickie. They met eyes and she started to gyrate against him. Soon, she was riding him and his hands were at her sides. She leaned back and began to buck her hips wildly -- Nick was taking her in and loving the show. He could see his dick slipping in and out of her tight pussy.

"You're really tight... you know," he managed. It was actually starting to hurt.

"Is that a compliment?" she smiled.

"Yes!"

Sierra continued to fuck Nick like a wild animal and dug her nails deep into his flesh. Finally, Nick grabbed her, and pulled her off of him. He stepped off the bed and positioned his dick right at her face. She took the hint and took his full length into her mouth and began to suck her own cum off his dick. The pungent odor flew into her nostrils and drove her wild, nothing but a culmination of exotic pheromones and mixed cum that acted like some sort of toxic love potion on her. Plus, she loved that, for the first time, she knew exactly what she tasted and smelled like too.

Nick pulled his dick from Sierra's mouth and told her to turn around. She smiled up at him.

He got behind her and she braced herself. She nearly cried out when he plunged deep into her hole and grabbed her waste for support. Then, he began to fuck her like she was nothing more than a fucktoy for him. But it was more than that, he started to fondle her breasts and rub her clit from behind. He even pulled her up close to him and started kissing her neck and nibbling at her ear.

"You have the tightest pussy!" she breathed into her ear.

"You said that..." she managed out between breaths.

"But I want something tighter..."

Sierra's eyes opened suddenly, but she didn't miss a beat with Nick. She realized what he was inferring. She could never have anal sex! It not only didn't interest her at all, it sounded painful as hell. Plus, it disgusted her beyond belief. But then again, not long ago, she had let this kid ejaculate all over her face. If she didn't give in to his every demand, he would start to ask questions and get the wrong idea about her feelings toward him -- for the negative that is. She wanted to give him what he wanted, even though she was suddenly nervous as hell. She felt like she were sitting in that one roller coaster you're afraid to go on, slowly rising higher and higher into the sky preying that it won't be much longer until the ride were over.

Higher, and higher, she waited for it to come...

She finally turned around as he continued to fuck her. "Do you have a condom?" she managed.

"Yes."

She just nodded back at him for confirmation that he would wear one. 

Nick slipped from her and rushed over to his nightstand on the opposite side of the bed and dug through his sock drawer until coming across a condom. He walked back over as Sierra just waited in position.

Nick had always wanted to fuck a girl in her ass because it seemed like it would feel amazing. He also wanted to make a girl feel as uncomfortable as he felt good. It wasn't a masochistic thing, but more an intimate thing pertaining to trust and openness. Plus, she was a hooker. Why not use her to act out all his fantasies? Besides, she had an amazing ass and knew she would feel amazing once inside her tightest hole.

He peeled the condom onto his dick and then positioned his dick at her tight little hole. He started to push in and she screamed.

"I'm sorry..."

"Do you have any lube?"

"Uh... here," he said as he stuck his fingers deep into her soaking wet cunt and then used them to rub her juices up to her forbidden hole -- he pressed his fingers into her and she let out a whimper, but they went in. 

He slowly pushed in and out of her ass and then removed his fingers to replace his dick. He put his dick at her base and slowly pushed -- it sank into her and she could only grit her teeth and wait for it to be over. But as she took him inside her, she was instantly turned on at a level she had never felt before. She started rubbing herself furiously as he sank his full length into her.

"Oh my God! You're so deep inside me!" she cried out.

She knew her orgasm would be unchallenged.

Nick started to push in and out of her as he slowly fucked Sierra in her ass from behind. She just moaned, half from pleasure, half from pain.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Not bad... it feels... good, actually."

He continued to pump in and out of her and felt like he was fucking the tightest thing his dick would fit into -- he almost came right then and there.

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No..."

"I thought you were a slut..."

"I'm your slut!"

He continued to fuck her tight hole and found that it became easier as her body loosened up to his girth. Suddenly, Sierra began to scream out.

"Stop... please," she pleaded. Nick pulled from her ass causing his dick to pop out of her. He ripped the condom from his engorged member and then shoved his dick deep into Sierra's welcoming pussy.

"Oh my God!"

He shoved her face down onto the bed and then bent over her from behind while still thrusting in and out of her. He leaned up close to her ear and said, "I want to cum inside you...".

"I'm on the pill, go ahead! Shoot your load into me," she replied. With that, Nick pulled out of her, turned her around on her back, climbed on top of her and entered her missionary style -- he started making out with her, but suddenly lifted her legs. Sierra wrapped them around Nick's back and he picked her up and started fucking her while standing up. He immediately pushed Sierra over to the wall back first and started to ravage her pussy.

She cried out as he violently fucked her pussy and made out with her at the same time.

"I'm going to cum Nick!" she screamed while she bit his lower lip so hard she actually broke the skin and watched it started to bleed. She screamed out, at the top of her lungs as her muscles contracted down on Nick's dick, forcing him to cum -- he shot load after load of cum into her chasm and it filled the inside of her pussy. Her cum mixed with his and the mixture leaked out from between her legs where their hips met.

They collapsed on the floor, and Nick slowly tried to keep going, his cock now soft inside her. It hurt both of them and he eventually pulled free and collapsed next to Sierra whose pussy immediately overflowed with Nick's and her cum. She felt embarrassed when Nick looked over to see the ghastly sight, but was far from caring. 

Nick began to kiss and up and down her neck and the two kissed passionately, almost tirelessly. He reached down and put his fingers inside of Sierra and slowly fingered her until she started to moan again.

Sierra blacked out when Nick finally made her came, and was only half-conscious when she felt him climb on top of her again...

Chapter 5: The Morning After

Hours later, Sierra awoke to a calming early morning blue that had washed over the bedroom. She checked the clock and realized it was not even six yet. 

More alarming, she was on the living room floor wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and pillows. This was not something she remembered, but when she saw the empty bottle of champagne discarded to the side on the carpet, she assumed that was why. She was nude; her body covered in a thin film of oil, dried sweat and cum, and neglected makeup. She must have looked awful. 

She climbed out of the shell and found Nick, laying somewhere deeper inside the haphazard pile of blankets. She smiled at the sight of him -- he seemed so peaceful while sleeping. She found her way into the bedroom and quickly dressed. 

She was careful to open and close the door as quietly as possible.

It was jarring to see how early the world had already taken to booting up, the streets already filled with cars going this way and that. Pedestrians rushed by her, fully dressed with coffees and pastries in their hands, their hair still wet from the shower. It was tomorrow somehow, even though yesterday had just ended. The sun would not even be up for another twenty or so minutes. Plus, outside of the cool air conditioning in Nick's apartment, it was already blistering hot. This was absurdity. 

In the City of Angels, there is no such thing as weather. It's always the same. Everyday. It was now six in the morning and the sun bled into the horizon, reflecting off every surface and window in downtown Los Angeles. The 405 and 101 were packed bumper to bumper with vehicles inching further and further from their valley homes. It was an Indian summer in southern California, and the heat was too much. Shop owners sprayed the sidewalks down in front of their stores and people near the Ocean piled into cars to spend a spare hour of morning cooling off in the icy cold Pacific Ocean. Punks and elderly citizens sat covered in sweat at bus stops in the inner city, panting like dogs as their respect buses came. It was going to be over 100 degrees again, and the people without air-conditioning were most bitter of all...

--

On the drive home, Sierra's mind raced faster than her heart. She did not know what to think of what had just transpired, or what it said about her own self. She was a college student who went on dates and put out after an allotted time with someone who bought her flowers and took her to the movies. But last night, she had been used and taken -- simply for another man's pleasure. She needed coffee, and something on her stomach to think clearly, but all she could do was think about Nick. 

'Shit', she thought. She was developing feelings for this guy. 

And he thought she was a whore...

TO BE CONTINUED...



Moonlighting Pt. 02



Chapter 6: Darkest Before The Dawn

The next day, Nick couldn't focus on anything but Sierra. He finally left campus early and skipped the rest of his afternoon classes just so he could go home and masturbate to the memory of last night. He could still smell her perfume on the bed, her scent quickly bringing him back a full 12 hours into the past. He eventually made his way to work and was able to distract himself in the campus bookstore one customer at a time. But he eventually built up a thick tolerance to that and quickly found his mind wandering again. He sighed heavily, greatly anticipating the moment he may run into Sierra next...

The sun fell closer to the horizon and the little hand on the clock moved that much closer to the number twelve.

It was seven o'clock in the evening on the dot and the night had officially begun.

--

Nikki drove down a street in a distant suburb of Los Angeles County called Irwindale. Just the night before, Nikki had been fucked in front of Sierra by the locally renowned skateboarder Jack Pitts. It was business, but there was something about that girl that turned her on. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Nikki eventually pulled off the main rode and drove through a maze of warehouses. She parked her car deep inside a ratty alley and exited the vehicle. 

She was nervous, almost paranoid -- she continuously checked over her shoulders as if she were under the impression somebody had been following her. She made her way down the alley, alone, and found an old door with a chain and padlock on it. She fished through her pockets for her key and unlocked the lock -- it popped opened.

Nikki stepped inside a dark, abandoned warehouse, long forgotten by time. 

Her only guests a number of rats and cockroaches nibbling off of what remnants of decay and mold had managed to survive over the past handful of decades. But when she found her way to a doorway connected to an adjacent hallway, a figure crossed into the shadows far behind her. 

Somebody was there, and she didn't even know it.

Nikki slipped down a rotting hallway past doors with faded names and offices with large rotting holes in the walls. Ceilings were stained from decades worth of water damage, the pungent odor overwhelming to the senses. As she rounded a corner, Nikki came to a locked door. She fumbled a key into the keyhole -- something moved behind her, she nearly jumped out of her skin. It was nothing. The hallway was eerily still. She scanned the darkness.

Nothing.

She returned to the locked door and opened it. 

When she stepped inside, her heart sank when she saw an intimidating man sitting at a desk, two thugs standing on either side of him. It was exactly the last man she wanted to meet here too. This was the worst-case scenario. She had just been caught red handed. The man, a skeleton of a figure with cold dead eyes and slicked back hair, stared back at her like a wild animal just before the kill.

"Oh, small world," he said abruptly, almost theatrically.

"Marcus, this isn't -- I can explain," stammered Nikki, nervous as hell.

"Oh, I'm sure you can. You, uh, stabbed me in the fucking back -- is that about right?" he exploded.

"No, it wasn't like that..."

"Then why is half of my product sitting under this desk in a locked safe?"

Nikki didn't know what to say -- she just turned to run and was immediately struck hard in the head by a shadowy figure behind her. 

The world began spinning and a dark tunnel enveloped her vision. She felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, only that she may never find out the deeper truth to the mystery. This may not have been her story. All of her greatest fears had just been confirmed as she collapsed to the ground and fell face first into a dusty carpet. Then it all left her. 

Then there was blackness followed by nothingness.

--

The sun burned on the horizon, violent rays shot up into the intruding darkness, but it was no match. This was the dance. Every day. The night always won, but the day always came back stronger than ever in the second round. For now, the day was over, and the night only just beginning. Eventually, the light at the end of the horizon dimmed and all was dark.

--

Sierra was stepping out of her apartment, dressed in a revealing outfit - tight jeans with a lot of rips in them (no underwear to add insult to injury), a thick bra, and a plush jacket to keep warm. Her makeup was heavily accentuated. She couldn't believe what she was doing anymore. She had lost all connection to her life in San Diego. In Los Angeles, she was literally a different person. And she knew she was only a tourist, but why not enjoy herself? She was still a little sore from last night's fuckfest, but somehow she still found the courage to put on the wardrobe and go out for just another night. 

Her feelings were tormenting her all the while. How could she feel so closely to this boy when she knew so little of him? Not to mention that not only did he know next to nothing about her, what little he did know or assume was all based on premeditated lies. This was not the best way to start a healthy relationship. Not that they had a "relationship" in the normal sense of the word. 

But still, they had something, and that counted.

"Kendra!" came a distantly familiar voice. 

Sierra stopped and turned on her heel just as she approached her car. 

A slender figure emerged from the shadows -- it was her best friend from back home, Heather. She was about the same height as Sierra, but a much more pale complexion with green eyes, auburn hair that was tinted the slightest shade of red, pouty lips, and a tiny little bust and ass. Heather was the girl next door. Sierra was the opposite in a lot of ways, with much sharper features -- the contrast only more dramatic in her current getup. 

Heather looked Sierra up and down and Sierra looked like a deer in headlights.

"Catch you at a bad time?" she asked, clearly a heavy weight on her shoulders.

"Heather! What are you... how did you find me?"

"That's not exactly a warming welcome," Heather said. Sierra just stared back at her, a million thoughts racing through her mind. She felt like Clark Kent, caught tearing off his shirt halfway to takeoff.

Moments later, Sierra was making her a cup of warm tea in her tiny kitchen. She lived in a cramped studio in Santa Monica on the second floor of an old office building that was currently being renovated. She was used to the noise by now and didn't mind that there were always helping hands around in case anything broke in her apartment. 

Heather just stared back at Sierra. She had just finished telling her best friend what she was doing in Los Angeles, but not about the night before with Nick. Heather tried to process it as best she could considering she was already dealing with her own drama that practically outweighed Sierra's illicit confession.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Heather asked, genuinely concerned for her friend's well being.

"You don't seem so shocked..."

"I guess I have a lot on my mind," she admitted.

"It must be heavy, whatever it is," Sierra added. Heather shifted uneasily in her seat, as if choosing the words carefully in her head before speaking them aloud.

"I just found out... that David's been cheating on me for the last year or so of our relationship," Heather said, tears immediately forming in her deep green eyes. She held up her hands to wipe the tears away as Sierra immediately reached for a tissue.

"I'm sorry..."

"Jesus Christ, that's awful. I'm so sorry," Sierra said.

"Yeah," she said while wiping the tears from her eyes and smearing her makeup across her perfect skin.

"When did you find out?"

"I came home early from work just as he was kissing her at her car around the corner. He wouldn't even own up to it until I told him I saw them too!"

"I'm so sorry hun," Sierra said soothingly, trying to console her friend as best she could.

Sierra and Heather grew up together in San Diego, had gone to school with each other for years. They had met freshman year at Columbia High and just sort of clicked. They were very similar in how introverted they could both get, but it was more of a story of opposites attracting more than anything. 

Sierra (Kendra that is) had always been able to go her own way. She took things one day at a time and didn't hold much stock into the future. Sure, she had trouble at home, but who didn't? It wasn't anyone's business anyway. Heather, on the other hand, came from a very different upbringing. She came from a loving family, a religious family -- nothing strict or repressive mind you, but religious in 2010 was perceived only negatively by most of the popular kids at their school. Making friends as part of a the Christian Youth Club was not an easy thing to do, and while she was one of the prettier girls at school, guys seemed only interested in one thing for a long time -- her cherry. 

Heather met David sophomore year and Sierra had just always known them as a couple. She knew how she felt about sex, and that she had just never bloomed in that way emotionally -- while physically she was quite the little Lolita.

David seemed nice enough, but she always had her reservations about him. 

Sierra knew they fought about sex, and that frustrated her. She could see David's side of things sometimes. Sierra knew Heather could be a prude, and was completely grossed out by oral. But Heather was the kind of girl you waited for, and that was just a fact. You certainly didn't cheat on a girl you supposedly wanted to marry either, and that's exactly what David had told Heather he had wanted to do on one of the nights just before Sierra left for Los Angeles at the beginning of the summer. It wasn't an official proposal, but it was a promise that one was coming. 

'So much for that future,' Sierra thought.

Sierra kind of fell out of contact with everyone when she moved to Los Angeles, including Heather, so she was missing a big chunk of important history right now. Then, Sierra thought of something that peaked her interest.

"How did you find me?"

"Your Mom," Heather said. Sierra just shrugged. "Do you not want me here?"

"What? God no! Please, stay with me. I know it's not the Marriot, but... you need a friend tonight. And stay as long as you want too. This is your home for now."

"Thanks Kendra... really. I just can't be alone right now..." the tears came again.

"I know," replied Sierra. 

They embraced and Heather started crying. Hard. It all came out. All Sierra could do was let it happen and give her a shoulder to cry on. God, she hated this. Her friend was supposed to be a heartbreaker, not get her heart broken. Hopefully this would not do anything to her self-confidence. That something that seemed so promising in the beginning would just fall apart and end in tears was heart wrenching for Sierra to consider. She could only imagine how her friend felt...

--

On an opposite end of town, Nick had come home long ago and was now obsessively checking the window every few minutes.

Sierra was still not there. Just Vinnie chatting to a familiar face he had bumped into half a dozen times at the newsstand across the street. 

Had he really gone too far with her last night? Maybe the practically of forcing anal sex on her at a moment's notice might have been a little much for their first time. But she seemed so into him, and he seemed so sure of that. He walked away from the window and retreated to the darkest parts of his mind, all of the worst-case scenarios playing out in his head. She was just a hooker, after all. Why was he so captivated by her and obsessed with building up all of these false expectations regarding her? This was not the typical relationship men had with prostitutes he imagined.

Nick walked into the living room and turned on the television and landed on a movie he had seen a million times before. He didn't want to watch anything new -- he just needed to shut off his brain tonight.

--

Sierra pulled the covers up onto Heather who had long ago cried herself to sleep. She sat beside her and watched her sleep. She thought of all the memories they had shared together: their first sleepover, their first shared crush -- the first time they fought with each other over that same crush, the absurd time they had together at prom when they found out their dates were actually gunning for each other and not them. 

They met in the library over a forgotten homework assignment. Sierra had forgotten her algebra homework and asked to copy Heather's, only she had refused because she said she didn't want to get caught cheating.

Sierra was stung by her innocence and honesty that day. They were in a public area, hiding in plain sight, and nobody was paying them any attention. Everybody was copying all around them. She would have gotten mad, but she thought it better to make allies, and not enemies freshman year. Heather was something of a difficult case to warm up to, sure, but they played off each other and complimented each other very well. Ying and Yang. 

Heather had loosened up a lot since first meeting Sierra, and Sierra had found it easier to believe in the bigger picture just by proximity to Heather. Sierra didn't come from a broken home per say, but there was little she knew about her past. Her mother was really her foster mother and that had been a long time coming after her first foster parents had given up on her. Sexually, they had been even-stevens for a while, but Sierra started seeing someone and was comfortable enough with him to let things progress naturally. It wasn't anything like her XXX fest with Nick, but she wasn't a missionary-only girl either.

Her mind started to wander places she did not want to go because they stressed her out to think about them. She just watched Heather sleep now and kissed her fingers and touched them to her friend's forehead.

"Sleep," she said. 

Heather was already lost in a slumber. Sierra hoped that she was lost in a happier memory than tonight, some summer long past when they were much younger and their life much simpler.

--

Nikki was crying, hysterically, handcuffed to a radiator in a basement bathroom. Where she was, she didn't know. But her head hurt, bad, and she felt dried blood at her temple. Something bad happened, and things were about to get much worse. 

How had she gotten herself into this situation...

Chapter 7: Unexpected Developments

The early morning sun rose over Los Angeles and the city was wide-awake.

Nick walked his bike down the stairs from his apartment and pushed the front door open. As he hopped on his bike, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Seriously, cars are not that expensive."

Nick turned and saw Sierra, dressed in a semi-pedestrian outfit. He almost didn't recognize her at first.

"Hey..." he said, half surprised to be seeing her.

"You got class?"

"Yeah, what are you doing here so early?"

"I just wanted to stop by and let you know I had a personal matter to take care of last night, and that I wasn't avoiding you or anything like that," she stated.

"Oh, well, I'm a big boy," Nick retorted.

"Yes, I know," Sierra smiled back.

He smiled. Sierra blushed.

"So, will I be seeing you?" he asked, generally curious as to why she would drive all the way out here from wherever it was she lived. Then again, he didn't know where she lived, so maybe it wasn't that far of a drive at all. Maybe she just walked from around the corner for all he knew.

"I'll be around," Sierra forced through her smile.

"Great..." Nick said.

There was an awkward beat and they slowly came together, but neither was sure whether to hug or kiss, or what the other might think too inappropriate. They hugged and quickly broke apart the way old lovers might. They tried to laugh it off, but both felt sparks immediately.

"Well, I really have to go," Nick said.

"Go!" She insisted.

--

When Sierra returned home, she was frozen by embarrassment the second she stepped into her doorway.

Heather was laying down on her bed, fixated to her laptop in front of her. She had one hand on the keys and her other stuffed deep into her pants. She was rubbing herself to something on screen -- her eyes went wide when she heard the door unlock and saw Sierra in the doorway. Her whole world shattered in that moment of embarrassment. Sierra's eyes went wide when she realized what was happening. Heather quickly whipped her hand out of her unzipped jeans and slammed the laptop shut with tremendous force.

"Jesus!" she cried out. "Hey!" Sierra exclaimed, immediately turning away from the sight, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Heather's cheeks were also hot red.

"I'm sorry, I'll come back," Sierra stated while facing away from her best friend.

"I thought I locked the door..." Heather managed out, seemingly out of breath. Small beads of sweat trickled down her brow, she wiped them away and tried to wet the inside of her mouth, which had recently gone dry.

"Don't worry about it. I forgot to pick something up at the store, really," Sierra lied.

"No, it's cool... come in... I'm so sorry..."

Sierra finally turned around, they were too embarrassed to meet eyes. Her fly was still down, her jeans still unbuttoned. Sierra could see the tops of her violet underwear, but did not want to say anything for fear of making things more awkward.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were out for the day," Heather said matter-of-factly.

"No, I was -- I just forgot to pick up some mail that I had to drop off at the post office." She walked over to the counter and picked up a small stack of envelopes that Heather had only just now noticed.

"Man, I'm so embarrassed," admitted Heather.

"Yeah, how do you think I feel?" joked Sierra. "Anyway, I have to go to the post office and then run some errands, so feel free to continue," Sierra said.

"Oh man... I'm going to die," she said. "I can't believe you walked in on me like that..."

"Seriously, don't worry about it. You're single, I know how it goes." Sierra said, honestly trying to relate to her best friend.

Heather got up and quickly remembered her pants. Sierra turned around when she zipped up her fly and buttoned her pants. She exhaled, frustrated with herself for more than one reason.

"Well, I better take a cold shower," Heather said.

"Don't take too long," Sierra smiled. Heather just ignored her and disappeared into the small bathroom. Sierra finally exhaled, the tension in the room making it nearly impossible to breath. She was immediately struck by the fact that she never saw or heard Heather do anything like this before. She knew girls didn't talk about that kind of thing, but Heather was a good girl who had never expressed any interest in sex while dating her ex. Suddenly she was masturbating on her bed, lost in some erotic fantasy. What was she looking at, anyway? Sierra looked over at the bed.

The laptop was still sitting there.

Sierra heard the water running, and struck by her own curiosity, walked over to the laptop. The screen glowed back to life and Sierra prepared herself for anything. But instead of pictures of naked guy, or people fucking, all she saw were words. She must have hidden the browser at the last second, but as she went up to the search bar to check the history, Sierra noticed that the words were exactly what Heather had just been looking at. It was some kind of dirty story on a website called Literotica, presumably some kind of website filled with countless stories just like this one.

Sierra began to read exactly where Heather must have left off. She had been deep in the middle of some continuing sexcapade, and halfway down the page, so Sierra was literally jumping in at the last minute. Some girl in the story named Paige was currently being double-teamed by two nameless guys. Sierra was struck by how detailed the author was when it came to exactly how the boys handled Paige. This wasn't some PG-13 romp in the hay, but a hardcore porn tale about a young girl getting her every orifice stuffed by her male company. By the time she reached the end of the paragraph, they were beating off in front of her face.




Moonlighting Pt. 02



This brought her back to the previous night with Nick when she received her first facial. The boys continued to jack off and eventually came all over this girl in the story, covering her face in their seed.

She must have been reading for a lot longer than she remembered, because her privates began to tingle and she almost jumped out of her skin when Heather emerged from the bathroom. She had not even heard the water turn off.

"What are you doing!"

"Is this what you were reading?" Sierra asked, generally curious.

Heather ran over and snatched the computer away from her friend. "What's the matter with you, that's private!"

"I'm sorry, but you were kind of violating my trust just a moment ago..."

"So that gives you the right to violate mine a second later?" she yelled.

"I just wanted to see what got you so hot and bothered. Don't worry, by the sounds of what I read, I would have had my hand down my pants too."

"I can't believe you!"

"You were on chapter 31..." Sierra noted.

"I read erotic novels online... okay?"

"What's it about?" Sierra prodded.

"What?"

"What's it about?" she repeated.

"It's a dirty novel, what do you mean what's it about?" Heather asked, incredulous that her friend would so blatantly take the conversation to an even more awkward place than it needed to be.

"Well, I mean, I'm sure there's plenty of them out there. Why this one?"

"Are you seriously asking me this?" Heather huffed.

"I think you owe me a little explanation..."

Sierra was getting carried away. Maybe it was the story, or the memory of her romp with Nick, but something was turning her on. But even more alarming, she was starting to find that feeling morphing into something even more dangerous toward her friend. They had always been best friends, but for the first time, she was looking at her in a strictly sexual way, the way any of the boys in her life might be. She felt just like the guys at school she used to see give her a double take in the hallway and whisper inappropriate things to their friends just afterward. Sierra was not a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination, but in Los Angeles, nothing about her previous life had much to do with who she was turning into.

"It's just some dirty story..."

"About?"

Heather sighed, frustrated. 

"It's about this girl in high school living on her own -- Paige - who has to make ends meet and turns to this porn photographer to help her make some extra cash by doing these webcam scenes with this boy she recognizes from school as one of the football players who always gave her grief. She decides to do the video anyway because she really needs the money... and that's when things change."

"Change?"

Heather sighed again.

"The videos she starts doing get around to some of the other guys at school who eventually blackmail her into letting them gangbang her at this party, but during, she eventually finds out she really likes it..."

"Likes what?"

"Being a slut... and she starts charging people at school. Girls. Guys. Teachers. But eventually she falls for one of the girls, this girl named Tina -- a girl she hated at first because she had always picked on her, but it was actually because Tina had had feelings for her all along..." she stops when she realized how ridiculous it all sounded.

"Well it's a dirty story, not classic literature, okay!"

"Jesus, I nearly came just listening to that!"

"Yeah, that's the point!"

"Sounds pretty hardcore from what I read. The girl was getting double-teamed by two of the boys where you left off..."

"Yeah..."

"I didn't realize you were into that sort of thing..." Sierra said. "Figured you more as a missionary-only kind of girl. If I thought you read this stuff, I figured it be like a trash romance novel, something misogynistic -- this is polyamorous to say the least."

"I'm not a robot, I have an imagination. In real life, that's probably all true, but in my head? Can't I get a little creative?"

"Well, how come you never slept with David, I mean, considering?"

Heather shifted. "I don't know... I just never felt that way about him I guess... and thank goodness too. God knows what he would have given me,"

Sierra just laughed. "I suppose so. But still, that was pretty hardcore -- I mean -- they both came on her face at the end..."

"Yeah..."

"And that stuff turns you on? I mean, you don't find that stuff degrading?"

"Do we have to talk about this!" Heather exclaimed, her cheeks flushed again with embarrassment.

"Yes!" Sierra yelled.

"It's fantasy... it's not like I'm running out at night dressed like a hooker!"

"Hey, it's for school!" Sierra defended herself poorly.

"Uh-huh..."

"Alright, look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude, but you intruded first. But you're my friend and I want to give you your space. I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"But you did kind of violate my trust her, so I think you owe me," Sierra said, not knowing herself where her own desire was about to take her. She was following a string blindly into the night, wanting to know so badly where it lead.

"Great, what's this going to cost me?" Heather said.

"Well, I'm going to ask you something and it's going to sound really out there, but I don't want you to write it off without at least honestly considering it first, because technically you owe me right now, cool?"

"Sure," Heather said, kind of weirded out by Sierra's statement.

"Well, I got kind of into the story while you were in the shower, and I know you were getting into it too, so I was wondering if we could just be adults about this and read it together?"

"Together! It's not that kind of story!"

"Yeah..."

"It's not that kind of story, in case you didn't see... I was kind of pleasuring myself," Heather reminded her, finally able to overcome her own embarrassment.

"I know," Sierra also reminded.

"You know? You want to read it while I... do that?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just really turned on! I just read about two guys double teaming some girl who you were masturbating to. You're telling me you aren't going to just shove your hand down your pants the second I walk out of here?"

"Oh my God!"

"Come on, I'm giving you a place to stay, I let this go, I'm your friend... just give it a try and don't act like I'm making you eat dog food here, jeez!"

Heather just clicked her tongue. She was trapped. "I know you're my friend, but you're asking a lot here!"

"I know. That's why I'm asking and not telling."

"I don't know if I can..."

"Will you try?"

"I... I suppose," she began. "Are you... into girls now?"

"No! Just... really turned on I guess."

Heather just nodded, trying to get a read on her friend. For now, she was at her mercy, and more than ever, that frightened her...

--

They found themselves on the bed moments later. 

Sierra had climbed on the bed behind Heather who had opened up the laptop again. Heather found herself back in the middle of a hardcore scene where the protagonist had just been ravaged by two of the boys at school who had apparently saved enough at their part time jobs to buy her for one evening -- they had even paid extra to give her a double facial. Heather picked up right where she left off, reading that Paige was currently lying on the ground, face covered in cum. The boys were thanking her endlessly as they pulled out their wallets and handed her a number of large bills. 

Sierra was breathing heavily behind Heather who was fighting her every urge to continue masturbating. She continued on...

-

... Paige lied on the floor and watched Brian and Neil dress in front of each other, her face still covered in their seed. She had started masturbating unconsciously, not realizing how turned on she had gotten by being so used. Moments ago, she had Neil's cock in her mouth and Brian's cock in her ass. They fought over her every hole, her every skill -- she was just a doll for their own pleasure. They hadn't paid for it, but she needed to get off. That was the one thing they didn't pay attention to -- her orgasm. But that's why she owned a vibrator. Still, 'Why use a vibrator when there were two good looking, capable young men in front of you', she thought? 

"If you guys make me cum, I'll give you each a freebee..." Paige stated. And with that, Nick crawled on top of her and began fucking her wild, her mouth soon welcoming Brian's cock into her throat. She exploded minutes later as cum shot down her throat and into her pussy nearly at the same time...

-

Heather's hand found it's way into her pants as she started to scroll further down the page.

"Are you good?" she asked.

"Yeah..." Sierra moaned.

The story went on to describe Paige's debauchery in great detail. 

Heather's hand rubbed furiously away at her clit, her virgin slit leaking into her panties and soaking through to her jeans. Sierra started to stroke her hands up and down Heather's arms ever so gently as she used them for more practical purposes. Heather exhaled dramatically and Sierra unbuttoned her pants discretely. It was like a pin dropping in a silent theater.

"What are you doing?" Heather said, suddenly concerned.

"Do you mind if I do too?"

Heather considered and then shook her head.

"So what is it about this story that you like so much anyway?"

Heather was rubbing herself hard now.

"I like the main character... she's interesting. I like that she doesn't have inhibitions..." Heather managed out.

Sierra nodded and found her hand slowly traveling down into her pants past one morning's worth of stubble at the base of her soaking pussy. She started to rub herself too while using her free hand to trace up and down Heather's side. Heather was loosing herself to this erotic duet, apparently perfectly comfortable with Sierra's casual interest in caressing her innocently enough. Heather felt Sierra's hot breath on her neck and she let out a whimper. She felt her muscles contract a bit, her privates flooding with even more juices. 

Sierra suddenly stopped at Heather's skin between her shirt and pants and slipped her fingers beneath the material of her shirt. She then traveled up into her shirt toward her breasts...

'What are you doing?" Heather asked.

"I want to feel you up while you read? Don't you think that would be hot?"

"I don't know..."

"Just relax and keep reading, it's getting good again," she breathed into her ear. "I bet you're thinking about sucking two guys off at once right now, what's one girl feeling you up to that?"

Heather didn't respond immediately, but then said, "You're a girl..."

"I know. Trust me?"

Heather just nodded.

Sierra then pushed her hands further up Heather's shirt until they rose over her soft mounds of flesh and brushed over her erect nipples. Sierra started to trace her fingers in circles around her tiny nipples, a sensation that sent lightning through Heather's body. Heather started to rub more furiously as Sierra started to grope her with a new enthusiasm.

"That feels good..." Heater admitted.

Sierra nodded.

"What's the hottest thing in this story you've read so far?"

"Uh..."

"Tell me or I'll stop!"

"No! It was when... the football team beat off on Paige and the head cheerleader fucking each other at a party..."

"Fuck! So girl on girl does turn you on..." Sierra attempted between breaths. Heather just nodded in agreement.

Sierra instantly grabbed Heather and turned her face toward hers and started to kiss her, ever so gently. She pushed her tongue into her tightly pressed lips and started to make out with her. Heather welcomed it awkwardly at first, but then quickly pulled away...

"What are you doing?"

"What if I wanted to pay you like Paige?"

"Uh... what?"

"Serious. I want to buy you right now..." Sierra stated.

"You're being serious, aren't you?" Heather prodded.

"Very!" Sierra exclaimed. Heather turned and saw her best friend masturbating furiously behind her.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want to fuck you into the next life Heather..."

"Jesus! I'm not a lesbian!"

"Neither is Paige! Name your price and I'll make sure you cum even harder than me!" Sierra's eyes were dilated and she was lost. She was someone else now, no longer any part of Kendra, Heather's real best friend.

"Uh... I don't know, my price? I've never been with a girl is the thing..."

"500 dollars, and I own you tonight!"

"500 dollars! Do you have that kind of money?"

Sierra shot up, ran over to the freezer, tore it open, and rifled through a pile of frozen food. She found an empty box and removed a pile of money from it. She pulled out five one hundred dollar bills and ran them over to Heather, jumped over and found herself lying behind her once again. She waved the cold currency in her face.

"Take it or leave it. Right now."

"I..." Heather managed. She reached out and grabbed the money. She didn't really need it, but it could help. But still, the thought of being owned was what was really turning her on. To be just like Paige for one night, with someone she really trusted too? It was her fantasy, but with a failsafe switch.

"I take it..."

Sierra grabbed Heather's face and stared into her eyes, there was nothing but lust behind them. Heather was almost scared by this.

"Then I own you for the rest of the evening."

"Yes... you do..."

Sierra shoved her tongue back into Heather's mouth and removed her hand from her pants and replaced it with her own. Sierra's hand traveled deep into her best friend's pants and through a small path of pubic hair until reaching her soaking wet panites. She tore Heather's shirt up and sat back up. Sierra's eyes were burned with desire as Heather stared back at her, nervous as hell, but completely accepting of her actions. Sierra was an animal. She pulled Heather's shirt off and ripped her bra above her chest, exposing her small supple breasts.

Her nipples were small dark circles on her milky white flesh, just the way she had imagined them.

"Finger me you fucking slut!"

Heather just nodded and shoved her fingers into Sierra's pants. 

"You shave..."

"Yeah," Sierra said as she awkwardly helped Heather by removing her pants. She then pulled the rest of her clothes off and lied back next to Heather, completely nude. Heather drank her in, her dark nipples and small breasts, her nearly clean-shaven pussy which was clearly bothering her more than anything -- precum was trickling down between her legs. 

"Take off your clothes!" Sierra demanded. Heather just nodded and slowly removed her bra and then pulled her pants off. She hesitated with her underwear but Sierra quickly pulled them off, revealing her small dark patch of neatly trimmed hair. It was hot, she didn't take Heather as the kind of girl to maintain herself so well down there either.

"Wow, that's hot!" Sierra said with fire in her voice and eyes. She then forced her legs apart and took in her swollen cunt, her lips puffy and red. It was glistening wet and sloppy. If ever Heather was ready to do anything, it was right now. Sierra then clambered awkwardly on top of Heather and then moved up to sit on her face, her pussy now seething heat right above Heather's face.

"Now eat me Heather!"

Heather, never having performed oral sex before, let alone on a woman, now had her best friend's sopping cunt sitting at her mouth and all she could do was obey. She smelled her and was immediately taken under Sierra's spell. Heather started to lick the sticky juices and kiss her best friend's privates all over, having no idea what to really do. 

She just started eating and licking like it was a lollipop. Sierra groaned and grabbed Heather's hair and pulled her depper into her crotch as Heather began to wildly eat her. 

"Tell me to eat your pussy!" Sierra demanded.

"What!"

"Do it!"

"Eat my pussy Kendra! Please fucking eat it, I'm so wet!"

"That's a good girl!"

Sierra maneuvered around Heather awkwardly until she was turned around completely on top of her, her pussy lips now staring right at her as she bent over down toward Heather's pussy. Sierra began to eat her as Heather cried out beneath her. Heather then looked up at her best friend's cunt and dove back in. 

Heather was now 69'ing with her best friend, the two of them moaning and groaning into each other's pussies and swallowing every drop of fluid that leaked out into the other's mouths. The two lost themselves to the deeply pornographic position and started grabbed at each other too. Sierra was in heaven, feasting on her friend's virgin pussy, shocked by the fact that she was the first person to ever taste it. And what a waste, because Heather's nectar tasted so sweet, like mandarins or a forbidden fruit she had never had before. Plus, Heather was not half-bad at eating pussy herself, her tongue haphazardly darting into Sierra's hole occasionally, sending chills up her spine with every penetration.

Heather came first and she stiffened up hard. Her juices flowed and leaked out of her cunt which sent Sierra over the edge when she dove in to swallow them -- she exploded and her own cum poured out of her slit and fell down into Heather's mouth. She gagged a bit, but quickly swallowed like the good girl she was. They remained like that for a few more minutes, until Sierra eventually rolled off of each other and clambered back up to Heather so they could make out.

They kissed furiously, each tasting the other's most private part on the other's mouth. Their hands traveled over each other's breasts and naval until eventually they both calmed down and held each other. Sierra pulled Heather close to her and let her relax.

"Relax baby, that was amazing..."

Sierra than reached over Heather and opened her nightstand drawer. She removed a small neon vibrator and showed it to Heather whose eyes went wide.

"I want to watch you use this on yourself?" Sierra said.

"I need a minute..." Heather said.

"Fine, I'll go first," Sierra said as she plunged the device deep into her hole while her friend could only watch. She fucked herself with the device that slipped in and out of her cum-soaked pussy easily enough. But then she removed it and brought it up to Heather's mouth. She looked at Sierra curiously enough, but took the hint as best she could when she parted her lips to take the device into her mouth. She tasted Sierra's cum on it, but Sierra forced it deep into her mouth and she started to gag. Sierra quickly removed it.

"You've never given a blowjob, have you?"

"No, not really..."

"Well, now's the best time to learn..."

And with that, Sierra forced the device further into Heather's mouth and rammed it past her gag-reflex.

--

It was blackness.

The door opened and Nikki woke up, still handcuffed to the radiator. She looked up as Marcus stepped inside. She was utterly terrified as to what might happen to her right then. It was every woman's worst fear. He just stared back at her and a thin smile formed at his mouth.

"So, are you going to tell us who you work for? Because I know that two-bit lowlife Vinnie who's got you on his leash ain't smart enough to pull of something this big?"

"If I could tell you, I would -- but I can't. So can do whatever you want to me, but whatever you do to me -- trust me, it won't be worse than what will happen if I say anything..."

Marcus considered her words and smiled. 

"You know, I thought about that. And I thought, I could do so many horrible things to her, have my way with this perfect, beautiful woman who has turned out to be such a waste, but... then, what satisfaction would I really get? Knowing that you really liked it the whole time?"

The words stung Nikki to her core. She completely despised this man.

"So, no, I will not torture or rape you. I'm going to do something much worse. I'm going to let you go..."




Moonlighting Pt. 02



Nikki's eyes went wide. "What!" she said, immediately realizing the game Marcus was about to play.

"You can't!" but before she could finish, he shoved a tazer into her neck and her world went black once more that evening.

Chapter 8: The Setup

It was dusk, a beautiful Los Angeles sunset littering the sky. The city had finally gotten home after a long hard days work.

Nick made his way on his bicycle through a sea of familiar faces doing very familiar things. He seemed to have a great weight on his shoulder at the moment as he made he way from class to his apartment. Earlier in the afternoon, he had received a phone call from home alerting him that an old friend of his from high school named Charlie had been killed in Iraq, though the details surrounding his death were still unclear. 

Nick had fallen out of touch with Charlie some years ago, but always made it a point to touch base whenever he made his was back to the Bluegrass State. Unfortunately, Charlie hadn't made it home this past Christmas -- Nick quickly realized it has been almost two years since the two had last spoken.

Charlie had enlisted in the military as a sort of last resort, not for any real political or personal reasons. He was probably the most level headed guy Nick had ever met, and it was always him as odd that his friend would be pick such an extreme career as the military. That he had been killed seemed so surreal to him. 

The idea that his country was at war had always just been a distant headline in the conglomerate media that never really affected his life before. But now, there had actually been a casualty. The shock had set in immediately when his mother called earlier while he was in class, but the tears did not come yet. Instead, he spent most of the afternoon at the beach, walking along the shore, trying to get a real barring on the situation. 

He lost all sense of his real security in this world after that phone call, and spent the rest of the day fighting his own illness and paranoia. This loss had shaken him to his very core, and it made him physically sick to consider the true weight of the fact that he would never see his friend again, and that a threat to his country could end his life at any minute. He knew that people could not think in this way, and he never lived in fear before -- but he felt as though something were seriously wrong with the world now.

Nick finally rounded the corner and came to his apartment -- he saw Sierra waiting for him at the door. The weight on his shoulder lifted and she smiled as their eyes met. When he did not smile back immediately, she knew something was wrong...

--

After Nick had explained things to Sierra, she had insisted on taking him upstairs and stripping him down to his underwear so that she could give him a full body massage. But this did not come right away. First, she made him talk about it. It did not go as well as she had hoped though. He was still in shock. Since there were no tears, or any real catharsis, Sierra decided to simply help him relax. Nick was falling in and out of sleep with Sierra on top of him, kneading at his tense muscles like dough. Nick's eyes were closed and he was lost in a carefree world where nothing mattered anymore but the pleasure he received from Sierra's tender massage.

Sierra came down and kissed him on the back of the neck and he exhaled.

"Thank you," he mumbled into the pillow.

"You're welcome," she replied.

"You don't have to do this, you know?" he said.

"I want to," stated Sierra very plainly.

Then, Sierra pulled off her top and unclasped her bra. She pulled the clothing from her body and placed them in a pile beside Nick, her exposed breasts standing at attention in the chilly air-conditioned apartment. She then leaned down and laid on top of Nick, her boobs pressing deep into his skin. Sierra felt a shiver run through his body when her skin made contact with his.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Tell me what you want, free of charge."

Nick opened his eyes and considered. He turned around and stared up at a half-naked Sierra, her perky tits staring right at him. His eyes traveled up to her eyes and he tried to get a reading on them.

"How come you're so eager to please me?" he asked, generally intrigued by the woman at this point in their relationship.

"You just seem down and out, and I like you, so I want to help you in anyway I can," replied Sierra.

"Are you this courteous with all of your non-paying clients?" he asked skeptically. 

Sierra considered her answer a moment, but never left Nick's gaze.

"Not all of my clients treat me as nicely as you. You seem to like me for more than one reason."

"How do you know I don't like you because of that one reason and am just polite beside the point?"

"Being polite is one thing, but if that's all you were... wouldn't you have kindly shrugged me off by now?"

Nick considered and then nodded much to Sierra's approval and relief.

"I do like you too. I just... I don't know how much fun I'm going to be tonight..." Nick admitted. Still, Nick was hypnotized by the sight of his topless crush on top of him and traced his fingers gently up and down her naked front side. Sierra closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure she felt as his fingers brushed over her sensitive nipples and down toward her belly button. Nick felt himself getting aroused, but he was void of any real world energy.

"I could do all the work..." Sierra added, practically reading his mind.

"I don't know..."

"Bored with me already?" she playfully asked. Nick smiled.

"No, I'm just... would you mind just sleeping with me, I mean -- like, next to me, tonight?" Nick asked. 

Sierra just looked back at him with empathetic eyes.

"Of course," Sierra replied compassionately. But then, she remembered Heather. Their romp had taken them to many unexpected places in their relationship, and by the end, they were practically assaulting each other with Sierra's vibrator. They passed out sometime after that, and Sierra awoke later, suddenly remembering her other obligations. She kissed Heather on the forehead and left her nude, in a pile of blankets on the bed. Sierra changed in front of her and then left for her "corner" across from Nick's place. She hoped Heather was still sleeping, and had not woken alone. That might have sent the wrong signal, and she figured Heather was the type of girl who liked to cuddle. Plus, she knew she really needed to be held right now anyway, regardless of the context.

"Actually, I have a friend staying with me, she kind of dropped in on me from out of town unannounced. Would you mind if she crashed here tonight also? She's kind of in a tight spot right now -- just found out her long-time boyfriend had been cheating on her for the last year or so of their relationship. She won't get in the way, I promise," she added.

Nick nodded his head. "Sure... the couch is a foldout," Nick replied.

"Great... I'm going to go get her, are you cool for an hour?" she said, trying to gauge his troubled eyes.

"Yeah..."

"Don't fall asleep without me?" she asked, biting her lower lip to add insult to injury.

"I won't," he smiled back.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

With that, she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead and climbed off of him. 

--

Sierra unlocked her apartment door and found Heather right where she left her. Sierra smiled, immediately remembering the afternoon's unexpected turn with her. She could practically smell sex in the air when she stepped into the tiny room, a potent mixture of pheromones and dried sweat that flew up into her nostrils and stung her most erotic chords. She quietly shut the door behind her and stepped over to the bed in the dark.

The room was still, the calm after the storm. Sierra sat gently next to Heather on the bed and started tracing her hands up and down her naked back. Heather eventually moaned to life.

"What time is it?" she mumbled.

"Nine sixteen."

"Are you coming to bed?" Heather asked.

"Are you inviting me?"

"I thought you bought me, remember?"

Sierra smiled and leaned down and kissed Heather on the back of her neck.

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Sierra said.

"Oh?" Heather said, barely interested, still sleeping in her pillow.

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you that I'm not done using you tonight..."

Heather opened her eyes and smiled. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah... but, this time, there's going to be someone else involved..."

Heather's expression changed and fell victim to confusion. She looked up at Sierra for an explanation. "Someone else?" she asked. She sat up, naked, her breasts fully exposed. She quickly held up the covers to her perky tits, as if suddenly feeling vulnerable before Sierra.

"Yeah, a guy friend of mine," Sierra said.

"A guy... but I'm a virgin, and I didn't agree to that."

"I know, and that's why I want to offer you this..."

Sierra produced a roll of hundreds from her pocket and showed it to Heather who grabbed it and counted it all.

"This is another five hundred dollars..." Heather exclaimed.

"I make tips doing what I do. Chump change."

"You want to pay me again... that's 1000 dollars. I can't accept this kind of money." Heather immediately handed the roll of money back to her best friend.

"You don't have to, but I'm going to make you do things for it, things you've never dreamed of, things you never thought you'd do... I'm going to own you tonight with another guy... and you'd be our sex-toy. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Heather considered.

"We're not really hookers Kendra, you know that. I'm not a prostitute, you can't just buy me whenever you want me sexually... and, besides, I'm not even really a lesbian. Tonight was just... it just happened for me..."

"Heather, you know I love you. And you know I'm your friend. But I also know that earlier this afternoon you fucked me harder than most guys I know. And I know you liked being dominated, so I just want to make you happy by acting out a fantasy of yours. I don't want you to be alone tonight. And I don't want my friend to be alone either."

Heather looked as though she were considering Sierra's words carefully.

"Its just... being with you was one thing. I mean, I still don't know whether I'm a lesbian or not because of this. I mean, - I know I like guys, but being with you... it's like it didn't count. But if I just go do some random guy... then it's really over with me and David..."

Heather brought herself to tears but quickly stopped herself and Sierra embraced her.

"Hey, we're going to make it special for you. Don't worry... we're going to give you what David should have..."

"Yeah..."

"Listen, you don't have to do this. I just thought you'd like to act like Paige one more time... but this time, with a guy."

Heather considered.

"And a girl I presume..."

"And a girl she presumes," she smiled back. "How about this. You come over and we'll keep the door open. If you want to join, or even just watch... come on in. If not, shut the door and we'll keep it down so you can sleep."

Heather's mind was racing, but her mind was already made up.

"Fine... but I can't accept this. I'll do it because you still own me tonight with the previous cash. And that money I'm keeping, Missy. I'm not a cheap date."

Sierra smiled. "I suspect you'll be worth every penny..."



Moonlighting Pt. 03



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Chapter 9: Threesome

Nick was trying his best to remain awake, watching television with only a passive interest. He looked up at his clock in just enough time to see the minute hand move that much closer to the hour. It was now 10:13 at night, though Nick thought it might as well have been five in the morning considering how groggy he felt. He was just beginning to doze off when he was awoken by knocking at his door. He reenergized and he hopped from the couch to answer the door --

Sierra and Heather were standing before him. Sierra smiled when Nick's face softened by her.

"Hey," she said. Nick smiled. "Hey," he replied. He turned and looked at Heather. Sierra could tell that Nick found her instantly attractive.

"Nick, this is Heather. Heather, this is Nick."

"Nice to meet you," Heather said while holding out her hand. Nick shook it. "Nice to meet you too," he said.

On the drive over, Sierra had filled Heather in on the situation with them. She had even told them every gory detail about their first night together. Heather was less than excited to hear about the anal sex, but at this point there was no turning back from what might happen. Sierra thought she was pretty silent after she had filled her in, but that only meant she was either reflecting on the illicit imagery she had just described, or trying to mentally prepare herself for losing her virginity under such extraneous circumstances.

"Come in," Nick offered.

--

Nick had finished setting up Heather's makeshift bed on the pull out couch while Sierra and Heather just watched on.

"Well, that's everything," he said turning to Heather. "If you need anything, we'll be in there. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you get hungry or thirsty, bathroom is right through our door. Don't be afraid to come in if you need to use it in the middle of night, I'm a heavy sleeper."

"Okay, thanks so much. And thanks for letting me stay," Heather said, still sizing Nick up. She thought he was cute immediately, but she was just trying to get a judge on his character. He seemed nice and pretty selfless too. Both good things she thought. 

"No problem. But, I'm going to get to bed because I've had a long day, so goodnight."

"Goodnight," she said. As Nick turned, Sierra met Heather's nervous look just before she turned around and followed Nick into the bedroom.

Nick pulled off his pants and Sierra began to undress. "Do you mind if I sleep in the nude?" she asked. Nick instantly laughed in his head. What kind of a question was that he wondered? It was probably on that unspoken list of things girls never needed to ask a guy. Nick just smiled and shook his head.

"No... as long as you don't mind if I join you?"

Nick peeled off his shirt as Sierra's bra and panties fell to the floor. She had obviously recently shaven again as she was bare smooth. Sierra caught him staring.

"It's impolite to stare. I'd tell you to take a picture, but you already have, haven't you?"

Nick just smiled. "Yes, I almost forgot about those. I'll have to process those tomorrow. Can't wait to see them!"

Sierra just smiled as Nick's boxers slid off, his semi-hard cock clearly an indication that he might not be as sleepy as he previously thought.

"Me neither."

Nick turned around and slipped into bed and welcomed Sierra into it with him. He slipped his arm around her and pulled her close to him. Sierra melted in his embrace and started to drift away herself. Nick kissed her on the forehead and Sierra smiled. Then, Nick found her lips and kissed her again.

"Thanks," he said.

"For what?" she asked.

"Just... being there."

Sierra smiled and looked up at Nick and then kissed him on the lips.

Nick stared back at her and lost himself in her eyes. 

'This was absurd', he thought. He wasn't the type to get mixed up with a prostitute, but this was a real girl in his bed. He really liked her and loved having her around. He couldn't tell if she was just trying to hustle him until he eventually agreed to pay, or if she was just generally interested in spending time with him. Things got very heated between them their first night, so it was hard to get a reading on anything meaningful beneath what was probably more than just a much needed release of pent up sexual frustration on both of their parts. But that didn't make sense, Nick thought, because she should be getting laid all the time, right? 

But since that night, he was seeing things in a much clearer light. There was something lingering beneath that surface tension. And Sierra felt the same way. Sierra traced her hands up and down Nick's cheeks and then kissed him again. It was much more intimate than their first night, and they both seemed happy about this. Sierra's tongue found it's way into Nick's mouth and the two started to make out. Sierra eventually found Nick's cock, now fully erect beneath the covers. It throbbed when she wrapped her small hand around it and squeezed gently. Nick exhaled in ecstasy and Sierra smiled.

"You aren't too tired still, are you?" she teased.

"Maybe not for that..." Nick breathed out.

Sierra started to stroke Nick slowly in her hands as she continued to make out with him. Nick eventually found one of his hands between Sierra's legs, her slit already moist. He slipped two fingers easily into her pussy and she moaned softly. The two continued to kiss and fondle each other. Finally, Sierra had had enough. She was soaking wet. Nick couldn't tell what had gotten into her. Sierra's mind raced quickly into the past and then just as quickly into the future, both scenarios involving Heather in some sexual way. She couldn't wait to have this threesome Nick knew nothing about!

"I need you inside me," she said. She reached down on her side of the bed and dug through the pockets of her pants and pulled out a condom. She unwrapped it and pulled it over Nick's member and then climbed on top of it, impaling herself deep with it. She cried out in pleasure and Nick just grunted.

"Your friend is going to hear..." he managed softly enough.

"Yeah..." Sierra said plainly.

Sierra then began to ride Nick who moaned and reached up to fondle her tits which bounced rhythmically. She started to gyrate her hips against his, her mind fast-forwarding to a scenario that put butterflies in her stomach. She remembered the sweet taste of her best friend's pussy and how much fun she had had with her earlier in the afternoon. Nick started to groan louder. Sierra was now riding him furiously like a porn star, as if trying to milk the physical life from her partner.

"You think she's hot?" Sierra asked.

"I think you're hot."

"No, tell me."

"Yeah, sure..." he exhaled.

"Well, I fucked her brains out this afternoon." She then leaned down and whispered into his ear, "... and she tasted so fucking good."

Nick had just been cast under a spell and couldn't get the image out of his mind. He immediately stopped Sierra and looked into her inviting eyes. He wasn't sure, but he was almost sure that she was about to invite her friend into the bedroom. He had never had a threesome, nothing even close to it. Of course it was his fantasy, what guy didn't have that threesome? He slowly and ever so carefully read Sierra's eyes.

"Are you serious?" Nick asked.

Sierra just smiled.

--

Heather's head was in the clouds, and her stomach had dropped the second she walked in the door. Now, at the sound of the bedroom door opening, she didn't know what to expect. She just held her breath and felt as though she had just fallen through the couch and had been trapped in suspended animation between this reality and the next. Time stood still in that moment and a million lives passed her by.

"Heather, why don't you crash with us tonight? The couch will give you a stiff neck in the morning," Sierra said through a tight smile in the doorway. 

Time returned to her and Heather turned around and looked above the couch to see Sierra, wrapped and covered in a thin sheet in the doorway. Heather quickly read her friend's eyes and nodded. Sierra smiled and turned back to the bedroom. Heather finally got up and took a deep breath. She was going to do this, partly for herself, and partly to get back at her ex. But more than anything, she was generally curious where her sexuality was about to take her. She never knew this part of herself, and tonight she was going to face it head-on.

As Heather finally approached the doorway, she saw Sierra and Nick on the bed together, both naked. Sierra had her hand on Nick's rock hard cock that was standing straight at attention. Heather exhaled and a jolt of electricity swirled down her stomach and hit her virgin pussy. Sierra then got up on the bed and held out her hand for Heather who nervously walked over and took it. Sierra immediately pulled Heather in for a deep kiss, giving Nick a show that he was helpless not to fall victim to. She then lifted Heather's shirt up, revealing her milky white breasts beneath, no bra constraining them. Sierra went right for the nipples, tracing circles around her hard nipples with her tongue, and then finally pulled her friend into bed.

Nick looked at his new topless fantasy on the bed between him and Sierra.

"Wow, you're gorgeous," Nick said.

"Thank you," Heather blushed, unable to avert her eyes from Nick's member.

"This will be Heather's first time," Sierra stated. Nick's eyes went wide as he drank Heather in all over again, as if seeing her for the first time. 

"Oh?" was all he could manage.

"Yeah..." Heather confirmed with a nervous smile and flushed cheeks. She looked up at Nick, trying to absorb an assumed relationship behind his eyes, trying to gather what little information she could about this stranger she was about to give herself to. Nick could see the unasked questions building up behind the beautiful virgin's eyes and he just smiled to reassure her. It was the same look his first girlfriend had given him, but this time he knew what to say. He just brushed the hair from her eyes and tried to reassure her as best he could.

"It's okay, I know you're nervous. But so am I."

Heather smiled, sweat already forming at her brow, the beads of salty water running down her head and falling back into her hair.

"Just let me know if I do anything or say anything that is out of line and I'll stop immediately, okay?" Nick said reassuringly. Heather just nodded.

"So... you and Sierra have been together?" he asked her, a thin smile forming on his face.

"Yes," Heather replied.

"Why don't we just take it one step at a time?" Sierra suggested as she leaned back to Heather to kiss her. They started to kiss innocently enough and soon Sierra was on top of Heather. Nick just watched on as Sierra made out with Heather, their hands tracing nervously over each other's small breasts. Sierra seemed a little more confident about the situation, she went for Heather's pants quickly. Heather had to help Sierra pull them and her underwear down off her hips. She kicked them aside and Nick stole a quick glimpse of her small bush and tight slit. Heather looked back at Nick and blushed again, trying to keep her legs as close together as possible.

"Show me your pussy," Nick said. Heather nervously complied and opened her legs wide, exposing her most private part to a complete stranger she was about to give herself to.

"Spread your lips apart, like in all those dirty magazines," Sierra suggested. Heather just went along with it, and spread her lips apart for her intimate crowd. Nick's heart nearly stopped right then and there. Sierra was blown away again at how turned on she was by the sight of her exposed friend's naked body. Sierra then leaned back to Heather and started to kiss her again. Nick just watched on, slowly stroking himself to the erotic sight.

Sierra traced her hands over Heather's naked body, down over her arms, over her sensitive nipples, across her belly button, through her small patch of hair, down over her legs, and back up to her chest again. 

Heather's tongue darted in and out of Sierra's mouth and she found her hands on Sierra's soft cheeks, holding her close like a close lover. 

Nick could only sit by and watch, momentarily stunned as Sierra started kissing down Heather's neck, toward her chest, and started to suck on her little nipples. Nick made his move and leaned in to start kissing Heather. 

Heather closed her eyes and lost herself to the moment. Nick found his hand between her legs and felt how wet she was, her slit dripping between her legs. He didn't penetrate her yet, though. He just ran his finger up and down her slit, sending shivers all through Heather's body.

Sierra started moving south, toward Heather's belly button. Heather broke away from the kiss and just watched her friend kiss all over her stomach. Heather took a deep breath and leaned back on the pillow. Nick watched too, as Sierra finally reached Heather's pussy and slowly parted her legs. 

Sierra started to lick her friend's swollen lips, licking up and down her slit like it was a sweet candy. Sierra swallowed all of Heather's pungent nectar, intoxicated by the smell and taste of her friend's pussy. Heather slowly squirmed as her friend continued to eat her, occasionally attacking her clit with her sharp tongue. They were instantly back to the early afternoon romp at Sierra's place. Heather couldn't believe what she had turned into today. She had practiced giving head and taking cock with Sierra's vibrator, and had just as much fun using it on Sierra too, the two of them feeding each other's cum to the other afterward.

Nick was now masturbating helpless and Sierra noticed this. She looked back up at Heather with a lustful look in her eyes. 

"Why don't you help Nick out, babe?" asked Sierra.

Heather just looked down at Nick and then down at Sierra. She nodded and immediately wrapped her fingers around Nick's cock, causing him to moan out. Sierra just smiled and dove back in between her friend's pussy. Nick started kissing Heather passionately, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Heather loved every second of this. Nick finally started kissing down Heather's neck and moved close to her ear.

"Will you suck my dick?" he asked. Heather had never been asked something like that before, and certainly never in such a vulgar tone either. She turned to look at Nick who was begging with his eyes like a dog at the dinner table. She swallowed hard and nodded. Nick crawled to his knees and put his rock hard member right in front of her face. Heather moved forward, partially distracted by Sierra who was now shoving two of her fingers into her tight hole. Heather looked at Nick's swollen member with fear and lust in her eyes and opened her mouth around it -- Nick slowly pushed it into her mouth.

It was nothing like the vibrator.

Sierra looked up from Heather's most private area and saw Nick's dick disappear into her friend's mouth. She started to gag and Nick backed off slowly. "Sorry..." he began.

"No, I just, don't do this a lot..." she admitted, wiping some precum and spit from the corner of her mouth.

"I'll go easy on you," he added. 

Heather looked up and smiled, glad that Nick was so polite and patient with her. She opened her mouth back up and took the tip into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and closed her eyes, the scent of Nick's cock drilling into her nostrils and driving her wild. She started to bob her head up and down and Nick lost himself. He placed his hands around Heather's head and started to slowly guide her back and forth ever so gently. Soon, he climbed over her so that both knees were on either side of her head, and he started to push himself deeper down her throat. Heather was now being used in every hole and she started to moan.

Nick felt a familiar sensation in his balls and quickly pulled out of Heather.

"I think it's time to switch," he suggested. They all exchanged looks and Nick quickly found himself between Heather's legs while Sierra climbed on top of her face. She looked down at Heather who nodded, welcoming Sierra to lower her shaved pussy to her mouth. When her mound touched her lips, Heather started to lap at it. 

It didn't take long for Sierra's precum to start dripping into Heather's mouth. It was salty and pungent, but Heather loved the sensation of another woman on her tastebuds. She also felt Nick's hands running through her pubic hair, in between her thighs, and over her slit. Suddenly, he plunged his fingers deep into her pussy. Heather groaned as Nick dove in and started to lick at her lips and clit furiously. The three of them were now connected by a kinetic sexual energy that cycled harmoniously throughout their bodies. They were animals.

Heather grabbed Sierra's hips and pulled her friend deeper into her mouth. She then wrapped her legs around Nick's head and started to squeeze. They were all sweating now, everyone's hair beginning to mat to their faces. Their bodies were glistening and moist, the taste of salt hanging on all of their tongues and sitting still in the air. Hands traced over smooth curves and gently over private body parts. Everyone was inching ever closer to their impending orgasm, working all the harder towards their respective partners' pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," Sierra said as she started to rock back and forth against Heather's tongue. Nick started to finger Heather's pussy, causing her to groan between Sierra's legs.

"Oh shit, Heather!" Sierra cried out. 

Sierra finally came in Heather's mouth. Heather immediately swallowed Sierra, a sensation that sent her over the edge and caused all of her muscles to constrict at once -- she quickly came all over Nick's face. 

Heather finally released her death grip on Nick and all of her muscles immediately relaxed. Nick couldn't take it anymore and was suddenly overcome by his own desire. He clambered awkwardly up next to Heather and started to masturbate right in front of her face. She looked up at his throbbing member curiously. Unlike Nick and Sierra, she had no idea what was about to come, or what to expect from it.

Nick suddenly threw his head back and took Heather's head into his free hand. He finally cried out as a thick jet of white jizm shot out of his dick and splattered across Heather's cheeks and nose. She flinched back, appalled, but Nick pulled her back in place.

"What the hell!" she cried out, but it was too late. 

More jets of cum flew from Nick's rock hard dick and landed awkwardly over Heather's forehead, in her hair, straight into her left eye, and all over her lips and chin. Nick continued to paint Heather's face with his seed until he was completely drained. He shook the last remaining drops onto her supple white breasts. Nick's cum trickled down her small mounds and down her sides. Nick collapsed back beside Heather and took in his masterpiece. 

Heather just looked at him as if he had just struck her.

"Oh my God, that's so gross! Why did you just do that!" she exclaimed. 

Sierra climbed over Nick and saw her best friend, naked, face covered in her lover's cum. It was the hottest thing she had seen all day and was immediately struck by the knowledge knowing that this must have been exactly what she looked like on her first night with Nick. Apparently he loved doing this to girls, a fact that would make a great point in her thesis.

"It's okay Heather, guys love doing that," she calmly stated.

"Well, a little warning would have been nice. Jesus this is degrading," Heather replied as she started to wipe it away. 

Sierra quickly stopped her, though.

"No, let me help you..." Sierra said. And with that, she climbed over Nick and lied down next to Heather. She immediately began seductively licking Nick's cum from her face, swallowing it by the mouthful. Heather just froze and let it happen. She lied there, stunned, and very aroused. Sierra scooped some of the semen from the side of Heather's face and then fed it to Heather like it was whipped cream. Heather reluctantly took it into her mouth and then swallowed it. It stung her every sense.




Moonlighting Pt. 03



"What do you think?"

"It's alright..." she said, not ready to comment on the salty taste or uneven texture of the forbidden substance. Sierra just smiled and continued to lick Heather's face clean, but this time she was not swallowing Nick's seed, only collecting it in her mouth. She then turned back to Nick who was already masturbating, his dick almost hard again. Sierra smiled devilishly at Nick who just shot her a confused look. Since taking up this mysterious cover identity, she had been watching a lot more porn, trying to keep up with modern sensibilities and expectations when it came to living this lifestyle. One thing that had struck her, aside from the infinite amount of girls willing to let guys cum on their faces, was what she was about to do.

Sierra turned back to Heather. "Open your mouth,: she managed to say with a mouth full of cum. Heather did so reluctantly. Sierra then leaned over her, pulled her hair back behind her ears, and slowly spit the cum from her mouth into Heather's. Nick's seed dripped down in a single line from Sierra's mouth until landing in Heather's mouth, much to Heather's distaste. She made an uneasy face when Nick's cum finally ended up in her mouth and she started to gag.

"Don't swallow it..." Sierra stated flatly.

Nick just watched on and was in complete shock, his heart beating fast in his chest. Sierra then lied down next to Heather. 

"Now you spit it into my mouth..."

Heather looked at Sierra like she was crazy, but finally gave in and climbed over her and released the cum back into her mouth. 

They did this one more time, back and forth, until Sierra finally made Heather swallow it. Sierra and Heather quickly began making out until finally calming down in each other's arms. The mixture of sweat and cum quickly began to dry and stick to both of their faces, but they didn't care. They just needed a breather, time to catch up and return to zero. 

Nick looked over at Sierra and saw some of his own cum dripping down the sides of her mouth. He smiled and she leaned and kissed him gently. Nick then climbed on top of Sierra, his dick hard again, and shoved himself inside of her. Sierra let out a soft moan as Nick slowly began to push in and out of her tight slit, immediately forgetting how tight she was. They looked into each other's eyes like lovers and slowly began to make out. It wasn't like the first time, or what had just happened. They had gotten everything out of their system, and everything slowly melted away. Even Heather faded to the background and it was soon as if they were alone, miles away from Nick's apartment. Sierra took all of Nick inside her and just enjoyed the sensation of being slowly fucked by someone she felt strangely close to for no easily explainable reason. Nick pushed in and out of her gently and kept meeting eyes with her. They occasionally kissed and lost themselves in each other's gaze.

Heather just watched this from right beside them, watching the mechanics of Nick disappearing inside her friend. She was immediately turned on and found her fingers at her swollen slit. She was imagining what it must feel like, bracing herself for the inevitable. Nick started to pick up the pace and Sierra started to moan in ecstasy.

"So how did Heather taste?" Nick asked Sierra.

"Fucking amazing," she exclaimed.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked.

"Yes, why?" she asked.

"I want to watch her eat my cum out of your pussy," he breathed. 

Sierra just threw her head back and let Nick ravish her body. The words hit her deepest and most private desires. She had no objections to letting Nick into this part of her soul, either. Heather, on the other hand, didn't seem to happy about this, but knew she had obligations to Sierra because of the money she paid her upfront earlier that afternoon.

Afternoon? It was already tomorrow now. That seemed like nearly a lifetime ago to her. How far she'd come in almost 12 hours.

"First, I want you to fuck her," Sierra moaned. Nick just nodded and pulled out of Sierra who quickly compensated with her own hand. Nick turned to Heather who almost had a fearful look in her eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked her.

Heather just nodded. "Wear a condom?" she asked. 

Nick nodded and reached for one on the dresser and pulled it on. He then climbed on top of Heather and began making out with her. Their tongues darted into each other's mouth and Nick began kissing up and down her neck. He then positioned the head of his penis at the base of her tight pussy. He slowly pushed in and Heather cried out. He pushed even further and it disappeared deeper into her hole. He was only halfway in and started to thrust in and out, but it wasn't enough for either of them.

Finally, Nick thrust once more and broke through Heather's hymen. Heather cried out as Nick's cock penetrated deep within her, deeper than any toy or finger had ever pushed past. It hurt like nothing Heather could imagine, but she took it because she felt amazing. The sensation of Nick's dick rubbing inside of her sent lightning to her head and triggered sensations of pleasure she had never before felt. She was about to cum right then and there.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked, honestly concerned. Tears were by now rolling down Heather's cheeks, but she was moaning like a whore.

"Yes..."

"Does it hurt?"

"A little... but it feels good..." she added.

"Okay..."

Nick continued to thrust in and out of her and Sierra just watched on, rubbing furiously away at her soaking pussy. Nick pulled out of Heather and saw the faintest amount of blood on him. He immediately pulled the condom off and grabbed another off the dresser. He turned back to Heather when he pulled it on.

"Turn over," Nick said. Sierra's eyes glowed at this command.

Heather reluctantly did as she was told.

"I don't know if I can take it like that," Heather stated matter-of-factly.

But it was too late, and Nick thrust deep inside of Heather from behind. Heather cried out as Nick quickly began to take her from behind. He grabbed her hips and started to thrust in and out of her like she was his own little sex toy.

"Are you my little whore?" he asked.

"No! Don't call me that!"

"Why not? I just came on your face and now I'm fucking you like a whore!" The words were vulgar but he was smiling while meeting eyes with Sierra who just smiled back.

"Oh God..." was all Heather could manage.

"Say it. Say you're my whore," Nick stated. Heather just groaned louder and louder.

"Say it or I stop," Nick exclaimed while suddenly stopping and pulling out of Heather completely.

"What? No! Don't stop!" Heather said, turning around and looking pleadingly at Nick. He just shot her an expectant look.

"No, please don't make me say that! This is already degrading enough..."

"We're just playing around, come on," Nick reassured her.

Heather sighed heavily and finally gave in.

"Okay, I'm your whore. Just fuck me already!"

Nick just smiled and pushed back into Heather. He started to ram into her from behind faster and harder than before. Heather just cried out.

"How much of a slut are you Heather?"

"The biggest! I'll do anything for you as long as you make me cum!"

"Will you eat your friend's pussy?"

"Yes! Anything! I'm your whore!" Heather exclaimed.

Sierra repositioned herself on the bed, legs spread open for Heather. Nick saw this and repositioned Heather in front of her. Heather couldn't believe she was claiming to be a whore, or letting this stranger use her in such a degrading manner. But somehow, it helped her, and she felt like she needed it. It was a release she had never experience before. She wanted to be Nick's whore!

"Eat her pussy..."

Heather dove in and began lapping up at Sierra's slit, never in a million years thinking that she would be eating her best friend's soaking wet vagina while getting fucked form behind by a complete stranger. Nick continued to thrust in and out of Heather while she used her tongue on Sierra. The smell of her pussy and the taste of her cum sent Heather over the edge. Nick's cock was now hitting her deepest pleasure zones and she quickly came hard. Nick, feeling Heather clamp down on him, instinctively pulled out of her and ripped the condom off. 

He jumped over to Sierra and shoved his cock inside of her. He thrust a number of times into her pussy until finally exploding inside of her, his cum shooting deep into her hole and coating the inside of her pussy. Sierra groaned, never before having felt a man ejaculate inside of her. She felt the liquid deep inside of her. She felt Nick's cock pulsating as it continued to shoot cum deep inside of her -- it was already dripping down between her legs. 

Nick pulled out of Sierra and collapsed back beside her.

He began to lose consciousness when he looked up and saw Heather inch toward Sierra's dripping cunt, his white cum oozing out of it uncontrollably. Then, Heather moved her mouth toward it, and began to eat Nick's seed from inside Sierra, swallowing every drop she could. Nick just watched on, as he watched Heather continued to swallow his cum from inside her best friend's swollen lips. His gaze drifted to the ceiling and it all became a blur...

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It was a cluster of disorganized sexual acts after that. They all had each other in every position from that point on and Heather quickly lost all of her inhibitions. So did Sierra. Heather found her way onto Nick's cock as he ate Sierra who sat on his face at the same time. The trio eventually switched places when they had all made each other cum once again. Nick fell asleep at one point and awoke to the sight of Heather and Sierra 69'ing beside him. He awoke at another point and saw Heather sucking his dick -- the second he exploded into her mouth he went limp and the night slipped away from him...

TO BE CONTINUED...