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Hired

By: Otazel



Constance Sutton is a near neighbour of mine, living a just few doors away and around a corner, but up until my wife left me, running off with great originality with a pizza delivery guy, I'd hardly been aware of her existence and I don't think I'd ever spoken to her once. But then as she was a widow who was knocking on a bit and I was a married man in his twenties that's not really surprising, because we certainly didn't move in the same circles. Not only that, but she was wealthy and I was broke, very broke. I'd taken so much time off work since my wife had gone that my employer had decided to make my absence official and permanent.

But then one afternoon when I was mooching around, wandering past her house with nothing to do except feel sorry for myself, she called me over and asked if I would give her a hand put some boxes into the loft. For a moment I hesitated, wondering if I could actually be bothered to do anything at all, let alone help some old dear tidy her house up.

'I've got some beer if you'd like one afterwards.' She tempted. 'You see, I'm not quite as nimble as I used to be.' 

I could well believe she wasn't, looking at her, but it was the prospect of a free cold drink in the heat of summer swung it for me and I did a smart right wheel and set about my good deed of that day, that week even. It wasn't a big job, just half a dozen grocery boxes full of assorted junk that needed stacking in the loft, but the temperature in the roof space was close to cooking and I came down with a hefty shine of sweat on my skin, and that didn't happen very often.

'Good gracious me.' She said, looking astonished at my red face. 'You've really earned that beer, haven't you?'

I smiled to myself at her turn of phrase and followed her into the kitchen, sitting at the big old pine kitchen table and waiting respectfully for my reward. She passed me a towel to wipe the sweat off of my face and disappeared through another door to return a moment or two later with a bottle of beer and a glass.

'I won't join you, if you don't mind. I'm afraid I'm not much of a beer drinker, I only keep it for guests, and in any case I had tea a short while ago.'

I didn't mind, in fact the thought of her drinking beer seemed quietly absurd anyway. I levered the cap from the bottle with my teeth and poured the lovely amber liquid into the glass. 

'Oh, I'm so sorry.' Her hand flew to her mouth. 'I completely forgot to bring the bottle opener.'

'It's no problem.' I assured her, taking a long swallow of beer. 'I'm used to doing it like that.'

'Oh, you young people.' She waved a dismissive hand in my direction and then, perhaps realising just how clichéd that must have sounded, she burst out laughing at herself, a full blooded, unrestrained laugh that soon had me joining in. When the laughter died away we sat at opposite sides of the kitchen table, she watching me closely as I drank her beer and me studying her in return. It was the first time I'd really taken a look at her as a person, rather than as the elderly lady who lived in the big house around the corner.

The first thing I realised was that she wasn't quite as old as I'd first thought. Because of the old-fashioned and very conservative way she dressed and acted I'd mentally tagged her as somewhere in her seventies or even older, but now I was seeing her close up I could see that she was only mid, maybe late, sixties. She was around five six or so tall, but quite skinny with it, with a shrunken bust and the beginnings of a pot belly, both of which added to the impression of age, although for all that her face carried the remnants of great beauty. She must have been quite a looker in her day, but her day was well in the past now and drooping eyelids and deep lines around her mouth had wiped most of her good looks away. I suddenly realised that she'd had her heyday long before I was even born and before my folks had done more than begin to explore the possibilities. It seemed a shame really, but I suppose it comes to us all. She'd had her hair died blonde and permed within an inch of its life, or otherwise I guess it would have been grey. Slightly darker eyebrows over her clear hazel eyes suggested that it would once have been a kind of mid brown.

'Do you know?' She said suddenly. 'Talking with you makes a very pleasant change from always talking to other old women. This is the first time I've been alone in the company of a man since my husband died, and that's eleven years ago'

'Really?' I said, unsure how to reply to that and wondering if the fact that she obviously felt safe in my company was a compliment or an insult. 'I'm glad.'

I suddenly realised that my reply could have been interpreted as being glad her husband was dead. 'I mean I'm glad you like me being here.'

She laughed again, amused by my embarrassment. 'No need to explain, and I do like you being here.'

That seemed to open the flood gates and all of a sudden she was telling me about her life. At one point she stopped to fetch me another beer, but I think that was only to make sure I didn't run off before she'd finished, otherwise she just carried on, never really giving me the chance to even comment.

It seemed that she had been married to a wealthy and much older businessman who had been the head of his own company. That had meant that, although her life was materially very comfortable, his circle of friends had tended to be of his social standing rather than hers and mainly of his age group too, and so she had lost touch with her childhood friends. It also probably accounted for her very old-fashioned outlook. Now, because he was dead and most of her acquaintances had also either followed suit or become so aged as to be gaga, she had found herself very much on her own. There were maybe half a dozen people that she could count as friends, and they were all around her own age, give or take half a dozen years, and they tended to talk only about who'd died this week and who was likely to go next. She admitted that she had reached the point when the time for starting again and developing a new social circle was passed, but she felt that she was too young yet to just - in her words - curl up and wait for the reaper. She didn't say it, but she was clearly desperately lonely. 

I felt sorry for her, but more than that I found myself actually liking the old bat, especially as she displayed a wry sense of humour. I found myself looking on her as a person and not just as a member of the alien species that anyone that much older than me had always seemed to be before. To my own surprise I found myself asking if she would mind if I called again another day for a chat.

'Of course not, I've already said I enjoy your company. But don't expect a beer every time.'

After that admonishment I hardly dare not call again, and so I found myself ringing her bell two or three times as week. And don't get me wrong, I did it willingly because I found I enjoyed her company too. She might have dressed and spoken as if she'd just escaped from the nineteen fifties, but she was actually quite modern in her outlook. To my surprise I found that she was more than comfortable with her computer and she knew her way around her smartphone better than I did mine. I had to do a rapid reappraisal of my assumptions about the older generation. Even so, I still wasn't ready for what she asked me one day about a month after I had first heaved her boxes into the loft. We were in her lounge drinking coffee when she shook off the preoccupied look she had been wearing and looked across as if having made a sudden decision.

'Scott.' She began. 'What do you know about Craigslist personals?'

The genuine answer was not a lot. I'd looked at them a couple of times out of curiosity, but I'd never used them and I hadn't had very good reports from the couple of people I knew who had. They seemed to be a kind of sexual shopping mall for the desperate.

'Why do you ask?' I countered, not quite sure if she knew just what it was.

'If I tell you, can you promise me that this conversation will stay between the two of us?' She asked.

'Of course.' I promised her, puzzled.

'It must, because I'd be so embarrassed if anybody ever knew.' She looked at me hard, and then continued. 'You know that I don't get out much, and so I don't have very many friends?'

It was mainly a rhetorical question, and so I just nodded.

She paused for what seemed like ages. 'The point is that I don't get the chance to meet many men who are... how can I put it... still in working order.'

It took a few seconds, but when I got what she meant my mouth dropped open and my eyes shot wide. Most of my shock was finding out that she was in working - and wanting - order herself.

'I can see you understand.' She smiled dryly. 'Now you know why what we say must stay confidential. I'm sixty-six and women of my age aren't supposed to think about that sort of thing.'

I nodded again.

'But I do think about that sort of thing, and more and more often.' She told me. 'My fires haven't quite gone out yet and to put it bluntly, I need a man. I'm sick of having to induce my own orgasms.'

I almost laughed at her admission of masturbation, only my complete surprise prevented me. I was beginning to see where she was heading though, or so I thought. 'But why Craigslist?'

'Look at me.' She instructed. 

I looked. She wasn't that bad. I mean, she was old to me, but for her age she was actually quite well preserved. 

'I'm a good bit past my sell-by date and there's no point in denying it.' She shrugged. 'So I'm not going to be able to attract a virile young man into my bed with my looks alone, and I know that too.'

She paused again.

'So if I'm going to get what I'm missing out on, I've decided I'm going to have to pay for it. I've done a little research and Craigslist seems to be the best bet. What do you think?'

I didn't know what to think. It's not the sort of thing you get asked every day.

'You're looking to find a gigolo?' I asked finally, astounded.

'In a nutshell, yes.' She told me, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. 'I want some enjoyment before it's too late, and I want someone who will give me pleasure without worrying too much about his own, because I'm not in a physical condition to give much in return, and so the best option seems to me to pay someone for it.'

I was still trying to come to terms with the conversation I was having with her. If anyone had told me I would be discussing where such a mature lady could find a cock for hire, I would have laughed them out of town.

'Yes Connie, I can see where you're coming from.' I told her, still attempting to take things seriously. 'But I would have thought that hiring a stranger would be a bit risky. I mean, you could get robbed, or hurt, or pick up something nasty.'

'Or I could carry on wearing batteries out.' She countered. 'It's either take the risk or go without, it seems to me.'

Another pause. I could tell she was not finding this easy. 'So is Craigslist a viable option? Or can you think of anything else?'

'Oh, it'll work.' I replied. 'I mean, people use it for just that purpose. But that doesn't make it entirely safe. As for any alternative, don't you know anyone who might help you out?' Even as I was saying that I realised how stupid it would sound, and how unlikely.

'Well, let me see. Who do I know' She replied sardonically. 'There's the gardener, but he's got a bad back and he's nearly my age anyway. There's the window cleaner, but he's got teenage spots and probably wouldn't know an orgasm from an organ. And there's you. And that's all the men I know.'

There was an absolutely deafening silence while what she had said percolated through our separate brains, and then she looked at me from under her eyebrows as if silently weighing the chances of surviving after saying what she was thinking.

Right up until that point I had not even thought about myself as a candidate, I really hadn't. I mean, how different from my usual preference could any woman be? And in any case, I've always thought that if you took the bra off of any woman over sixty her nipples would be banging on her kneecaps, and that's not an attractive picture. The trouble was that an unexpected twitch in my pants informed me that a certain part of my anatomy was not entirely ruling itself out.

'I'd pay you.' She finally ended the silence. 'I know that you wouldn't want to do it by choice, so I would pay you.'

I shook my head, commonsense trying to persuade my cock to lie down. 'I couldn't. I mean it would spoil our friendship, wouldn't it.'

'I think it's a little too late to worry about that.' She said sorrowfully. 'Just knowing we spoke about it would get in the way now anyway.'

There was another silence. Now I was actually thinking about it, egged on by my rebellious libido. Then she told me what she had in mind, naming quite a generous figure.

'I'd pay you that for just doing it with me, and then a bit more for each time you make me climax.' She could see me wavering. 'If that doesn't sound all that much I must tell you that I'm still multi-orgasmic. I badly need to be brought to a climax, you have no idea how much I miss it.'

Into my mind there immediately jumped a rather disturbing picture of her masturbating with a vibrator. My cock reacted to the image and my brain responded to the prospect of earning much needed money for doing what comes naturally.

'When?' I asked, capitulating. 'Are you thinking of just one time, or more than once?'

I listened to myself in wonder. There I was negotiating terms for going to bed with a much older woman as if it was the most normal thing in the world. It wasn't.

'Let's try it once and see how we get on.' She said, actually smiling with relief. 'But it would be very nice if it could become a regular arrangement.'

'When?' I asked again.

'Not today I'm afraid.' She sounded as though she really meant that. 'I've got Rita calling round soon and it wouldn't due for her to catch us, and I don't want us to have to rush things.'

She stopped and consulted a mental diary, whilst I wondered who Rita was. 

'How about Thursday evening? That will give us both the time to prepare ourselves.'

I would certainly need to prepare myself. Thursday was the day after tomorrow, and I would need all of that time to get my head around what I had just committed myself to.

'That would be nice.' I mumbled, still trying to deal with it. 'About seven-thirty.'

'That sounds fine. I'll look forward to seeing you then.' 

That was both a statement of fact and my dismissal for that day. I went home with my head in such a whirl that I almost completely ignored a friend who called to me across the street, only vaguely acknowledging his presence when he hollered his complaint at my ignorance. I wasn't much better when I found myself knocking on her door again a couple of days later. By then my libido had calmed down and I had begun to question my decision. Why had I agreed to go to bed with an old woman?

If I'd had the vague idea that she might try and at least look the slightest bit seductive, I was wrong. She answered the door wearing her usual fifties style floral dress and cardigan and hair that looked to have spent the intervening time in curlers. I began to wonder if a difficult job was in fact possible at all, or if my optimistic cock had bitten off more than it could chew. But, in the words of the sage, I needed the money.

'Come in, Scott.' She stood back for me to go past, probably intending to lock the door behind me and prevent my escape. 'Let's have a drink first. Beer or coffee?'

'Coffee please, Connie.' The stimulant effect of caffeine might yet be needed.

We sat facing each other across the kitchen table once more, silently drinking coffee and trying to decipher each others thoughts. I was looking her over, mostly wondering what I was going to find under those outdated clothes, although what she was thinking I had no idea.

'I shan't pay you until afterwards.' She said suddenly. 'Because we don't know how much it will be. But I promise I won't cheat you.'

'That's okay.' I told her, thinking that I couldn't guarantee that I'd actually be able to earn it.' I never thought you would.'

'But I must remind you of the old saying. She who pays the piper calls the tune.' She informed me. 'So I will expect you to do what I want.'

Please God, I thought, don't let her be a closet Dominatrix.

But all I actually said was. 'Of course.'

'Let's go to my bedroom then, if you're ready.'

'As I'll ever be.' I told her, meaning something different to what she probably thought. There was no sign of activity inside my jeans yet. I was just hoping that something living down there hadn't misled me as to its intentions.

Her bedroom was just as I might have expected. It showed a man's influence in the solid dark oak furniture, but it had been softened and feminised by the over use of pink and white in the soft furnishings, and by a collection of teddy bears that sat on the top of a cupboard and gazed out of the window.

'I'm glad they're not watching the bed.' I commented, trying to lighten the moment.

'Yes, but I'm afraid you're not going to be watching anything, are you my little ones.' She addressed them as she went across to close the blinds, keeping the fact that she had a man in her room for once from any neighbours who might possibly care. Mind you, I didn't really want anyone to see who I was with either, but for reasons of pride rather than privacy.

'Shall we undress?' She asked, meaning it as an instruction.

I nodded and turned my back, though why I'm not sure. Maybe it was because I thought she'd prefer it, or maybe it was because I just didn't want to see someone of her age taking their clothes off, or maybe because I was scared I was going to flunk it.

'Turn around, let me have a look at you.' That also meant that I would have to have a look at her.

It must be said that what I saw wasn't as bad as what I had imagined. I suppose everyone my age thinks of everyone her age as being on their last legs, with every inch of skin covered in wrinkles and everything a good fifty percent further south than it ought to be. Yes, of course she showed her years, but even that seemed mostly in the bits that showed, such as her hands or around her neck. Otherwise most of her skin was fairly smooth, just showing a few creases as she moved, and her breasts were far better than the two empty pouches that I'd pictured. They'd sagged a bit, but they were relatively full and firm and her nipples still faced forward. As for the rest of her, well her legs were a bit thin, her stomach was far from flat and with a few assorted lines, but I've enjoyed worse. One thing I did notice was that her bush was a mousy brown, so at least that hadn't gone grey. My cock finally twitched once to say that all was forgiven. It was going to be possible if not easy.

'I must say you look rather good, but I suppose it must be difficult to make love to order.' She added charitably as she surveyed my pitiable erection. 'Never mind, we won't need that at first.' She climbed onto the bed and patted the space beside her. The command was clear.

I climbed on and lay beside her staring at the ceiling, waiting for her to speak and wondering quietly what exactly she wanted me to do first. She said nothing, and then some more nothing, and I eventually turned on my side to look at her to find out why. She heard me move and turned on her side to face me too, still without saying a word. The silence was becoming awkward.

'This is more difficult than I thought.' She said finally.

'There's no rush.' I assured her; certainly I was in no hurry. Normally I would have been reaching out and pulling my partner to me, hands and lips exploring, but two things stopped me. Firstly, she'd already said I had to do as she wanted, which meant not taking the lead, and secondly, I didn't want to take the lead in the first place. I was beginning to wonder again why I'd agreed to do it, although the answer to that was still obvious - an empty wallet.


Hired By Her



This is a story someone told me that may have come from several people down the line. I cannot vouch for its authenticity.

~ Krystal

*****

Sandi worked part-time as a transvestite callgurl for an agency. Her boss was a generic female named Rita, who was the one that sent Sandi on her various assignments. Most were men from out of town in hotels looking for a walk on the wild side and an occasional fellow crossdresser, tired of trawling through the online ads and looking for a quick hookup. 

On one evening in March, Sandi received a text from Rita that read:

See a M/F couple!!, "Porsche and Tony" at their hotel room. She's in charge.

Bring your Viagra, she wants to see you get hard. I want details.

Rita included the hotel and room number, and Sandi was on her way to meet the new clients. This is the story she told:

Twenty minutes after the text I knocked on the door to room 358 and was greeted by a small genetic woman whose thick blond hair flowed several inches down her back. Although, I wouldn't have picked the name "Porsche" as a pseudonym, she was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties. She stood about five foot two, with large green eyes, a slender frame and small yet well-rounded breasts. She was dressed casually in slacks, a top that showed a nice glimpse of her shoulders and pointy toe flats. Again, not how I'd picture someone in this kind of setup to dress, but then I've never been in something like this before.

"Hi, you must be Sandi," she said pleasantly as she ushered me into the room. A small round table held a nice selection of alcoholic beverages, mixers and clean tumblers. "Can I offer you anything, Sandi?"

Even with the promise of a potentially pleasant scenario, I turned the drink down, hoping to move things along. She had me remove my skirt and panties, then sit on the on the end of one of the twin beds. My gurl clitty stood nicely at attention ready for whatever came its way. Porsche sat in a chair facing the bed, remaining completely clothed. She smiled, before she called, "Tony. We're ready."

A man, nearly a full foot taller than Porsche, came in from the bathroom. He was completely naked, but his penis dangled semi-rigid. He said nothing, but nodded his head to acknowledge my presence.

Crossing her legs in a ladylike pose, Porsche took a sip of a light-brown liqueur and began to direct, "OK, Tony, start sucking Sandi's cock, you fucking faggot."

Tony positioned himself in front of me and surrounded my genitalia between his lips. He was obviously inexperienced, but was attempting to do a decent job.

"Is he giving you an adequate blowjob, Sandi," she asked, as she sipped a glass of Smirnoff and soda on the rocks.

"I'm enjoying it," I replied, trying to act as if I was into it.

"No, Sandi, be honest. Is Tony any good at sucking cock? You and I both know how to give head. He's terrible."

"He could use some pointers," I said diplomatically. "He needs to go in regular motions, use his tongue at the tip more and stimulate my scrotum with his figures."

"See that, asshole. You're a failure, even at something as simple as a blowjob. Sandi, you should see this pathetic loser try to work my v-jay. He's worthless."

For some reason, I felt the need to defend Tony. "With practice, he'd be all right."

Addressing herself directly toward Tony, Porsche's voice raised in volume, "Forget it, you useless dolt. If you aren't putting in the effort, there's no point in bothering Sandi with your incompetence. Get on your knees. Sandi can just corn-hole you. That doesn't require much skill. You can just be a goddamn worthless male slut and take in up the ass."

Tony, without saying a word, straddled the edge of the bed and spread his legs apart. Porsche handed me a half-full container of Vaseline that I used to lubricate his rectum. I applied a condom and entered him. His hips bucked slightly as he adjusted to the intrusion, and I began to rock back and forth inside him. I was thankful for the effects of the Viagra I'd taken prior to coming here, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to stay hard under these working conditions. 

From her chair, she called out, "Hey, fairy-boy, don't just lay there like a retarded lump. Move your fucking hips. Do something to keep Sandi from falling asleep."

Tony began to grind his tush in rhythm with my pushing and grabbed the mattress with both hands. In the meantime, Porsche had pulled out her cell phone and began to take pictures of him being sodomized. With each shot, she showed the results to Tony. "You like these? How about if I let them leak out to your friends and family? How would you feel?"

I hoped there was no one in the room next door to hear her through the walls. Tony remained completely silent.

She turned to me and in a calm, voice said, "You can cum in his pansy ass whenever you want."

I pushed harder and with more speed. Already preoccupied by thoughts of things going on in my own life, I wanted this to be over. At last, I shot my wad into Tony's posterior. At Porsche's command, I empty the contents of the condom onto her upper buttocks, and she took more photos. He stood, without wiping as my spunk ran down to his legs. 

"Well, thank her for riding you like the stupid indiscriminate bitch that you are."

Tony kissed me full on the lips, but there was poorly passion on either of our parts. Two more shots were recorded on her cell phone.

Turning to leave, I was stopped by Porsche, as she tossed Tony his wallet. "What, no tip, you cheap bastard?"

Tony opened the wallet and pulled out a twenty. Porsche tore the wallet from his hand, "Do you think $20 will cut it for what Sandi had to put up with?" She removed five hundred-dollar bills and handed them to me. For the first time, I noted a look of resistance on Tony's face. "Oh, you don't like that amount? How about another hundred? It's still way cheaper than what it could cost you, cocksucker." She hurled the wallet back at Tony. He removed another bill and begrudgingly handed it to me. He looked nearly ready to cry as he handed me the money.

Porsche smiled pleasantly at me and thanked me for my time, as I made a welcomed exit. My cell phone signaled an incoming text as I walked down the hall. Another job from Rita:

Hey, gurlfriend Xperience, got a Tom - wants an ATM. That means 

Ass-to-Mouth, LO-fucking-L. You're in luck - your ass, his mouth, then he 

uses your cum catcher to finish off. Be sure to snowball - NO SHIT! Kisses

After reading the text, I turned to look down the hallway toward room 358. I spotted a muscular black male, dressed in a dark netted tank top and tight shorts knock on the door. I turned to walk away as I heard Porsche's voice, "Hi, you must be Terrance." 

~ The End ~



Hired for Halloween



"Can I help you, miss?"

Jamie jumped as the voice of the sales assistant invaded her thoughts.

"No thank you, just looking," she softly replied.

If only she would be doing more than looking, but Jamie's finances just didn't allow that. She wistfully turned away from the latex corset that she so desperately wanted. Jamie had discovered the Pleasure Chest store on one of her many walks around the small town where she lived. She loved to go and gaze at the merchandise, even though she would never be able to afford anything in the store.

"Costs a pretty penny, doesn't it?"

Jamie looked up to see the sales clerk, a mousy looking girl with waifish proportions.

"You know, if you are interested, I know of a job that would pay enough so you could buy that."

"What kind of a job?" Jamie asked.

"It's easy!" replied the shop girl. "I know someone who needs pretty girls in costume for a Halloween party next week."

"That sounds easy enough. What's the catch?"

"No catch that I know of! You interested?"

"How much does it pay?"

"I'm not sure of the exact amount, but let's put it this way. I bet you'd be able to buy three of those corsets you have your eyes on."

The sales girl let that sink in for a moment, and then asked again. "You interested?"

Jamie didn't know what to say. She didn't know a thing about the party, but she sure wanted that corset. 

"Why not!" exclaimed Jamie. "After all, I'm sure I can always change my mind if I don't like all of the details."

"I'm sure you could," replied the soft spoken sales girl. "Here's the poster advertising the job."

"And there is no catch?" asked Jamie.

"Well, there's not one listed on the poster. Looks like something I'd apply for if I wasn't busy that night."

Jamie was thrilled. "Thanks so much! I'll see you next week to buy that corset!" With that, Jamie was out the shop door practically skipping down the street.

Chapter 2.

Jamie couldn't believe her luck. She had called the number on the poster as soon as she got home to make sure the quiet shop girl wasn't playing a joke on her. The person who answered the phone explained that he hosted exclusive parties, and for Halloween he was going all out. Because of this he was looking to hire a beautiful girl or two to be eye candy for the paying guests. Her job for the night would be to look pretty and at the conclusion of the evening, she would be paid one thousand dollars in cash. All she would have to do was meet him to pick out her costume for the party, so they arranged to meet in 45 minutes concerning the details of her costume.

At his suggestion, they had decided to meet at a local coffee shop.

"That way you know you can trust me," he said on the phone.

Jamie arrived at the coffee shop to find a very handsome man of about 30 waiting outside.

"Are you Jamie?" he asked.

"Yes, and you must be..." she realized she didn't know his name.

"Ah, sorry. I'm James. It's nice to meet you. Can I buy you a coffee as we discuss your role at the party?"

Jamie was impressed. She didn't expect a party promoter to be so considerate. "That sounds great! Do you mind if I visit the restroom? I'm a little nervous about meeting you."

"No need to be nervous. I'll be waiting right over there at that table." He indicated a small booth near the front door. "What kind of coffee do you want? I'll get it while you're freshening up."

Jamie almost blushed. He was so nice! She relayed her order and headed off to the ladies room.

When she returned, James was sitting just where he said, with two steaming cups of coffee on the table in front of him. Jamie slid into the booth across from him and took a small sip of the hot drink.

"Thank you for the coffee, James. I really appreciate it."

"Anything for a beautiful girl who will make my party a success. Now, let's get down to business. Let me go over the details of the evening. You should arrive at the party location no later than three in the afternoon. Depending on the costume you choose, you may need to arrive earlier so you are ready for the party by five o'clock. The doors open at five thirty and the whole thing should be over by two in the morning."

"Wow!" exclaimed Jamie. "That sounds like a long night!"

"It is, but that's why the pay is so good."

As she sipped her coffee, Jamie thought about a cool one thousand dollars cash in her pocket at the end of that party. "And you're sure there are no catches?"

"Not that I can think of," smiled James.

"I don't have to get naked or have sex with everyone or anything like that do I?"

James just smiled. He knew what was coming. He had laced Jamie's coffee with a sedative and he was anticipating the moment when she would realize that something was amiss. 

Jamie's head was starting to spin, and she suddenly couldn't think coherently. "James, uh, I'm sorry, but, uh..." Her head dropped down to her ample chest.

Now it was time for James to go into his act.

"Jamie, are you alright? We'd better get you home. Let me get you some water."

With that, James rushed over to the counter and hastily bought a bottle of water. As he helped her drink the cool liquid, Jamie seemed to perk up.

"Thanks James, I feel a bit better. But perhaps we should finish this meeting another time..." Jamie murmured as she felt her head spin again.

"Not a problem. Let me help you to your car."

James grabbed her arm and gently led her outside. "Feeling any better? Maybe I should drive you home so you don't get in an accident. I wouldn't want the prettiest girl at the party missing in action."

They headed to his car and he helped her slide in the passenger seat. Jamie was desperately trying to figure out what was wrong with her as he buckled her seatbelt. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was him asking her where she lived.

Chapter 3

Jamie woke up in a daze. Her head was pounding, her arms and legs felt like they were made of lead, and she had urge to use the bathroom. As the fog in her mind started to clear, she realized with a start that she was not at her house. She tried to get up and realized that she was tied to the bed. She started pulling at the taught ropes, but soon gave up when they wouldn't budge. Jamie started crying softly as the reality of what had happened sank in.

"Shh, shh. Don't cry," he said.

Jamie's fear quickly turned into hate. "Don't cry?" she shouted. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm sorry, but I had to do it this way."

"Do what this way? Why did you lie to me?" Jamie wanted explanations, and she wanted them now.

James sat down on the bed next to the bound Jamie. "Let me start at the beginning. First of all, I really am hosting a Halloween party, and I really do hire pretty girls to be eye candy. But the problem is that this party is special, and if I told you what costume I needed you to wear, you would have said no."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, do you realize what you are wearing right now?"

Jamie thought for a moment. She actually had no idea what she was wearing, and with the way she was tied to the bed she couldn't even see her own body. "Uh, unfortunately, you'll have to help me out. I'm not exactly in a position to do a self analysis," she quipped.

"I really am sorry," James replied. "Let me explain. This year's party is to be set in a Pirate cove. So I decided to go all out. I've had the party location decorated like a tropical oasis complete with palm trees, and ruins of temples. I even made sure there was a large pool with a waterfall. But I knew something was still missing. And then I realized what it was. Anyone can get those props for a party, but I needed to go one step further. I needed something that would make this party unique. So I decided I needed a live mermaid swimming in the pool."

"And that's where I come in?" interrupted Jamie.

"That's where you come in. I took the liberty of keeping you sedated while I had a friend in the movie industry take some measurements of you and build a custom mermaid costume. We then put you in the costume and waited for you to wake up."

"I'm in a mermaid costume right now?" Jamie was unconvinced. As far as she could tell, she was tied to the bed and she had to visit the restroom.

"Again, my apologies. Would you like to see?"

Would she like to see, thought Jamie. Of course she would. As mad as she was at James for tricking her, the idea of being a mermaid for the party didn't sound all that bad.

"Please, if you don't mind," she replied.

"I'll have to untie your hands. Will you promise not to do anything stupid like try to rip off the costume? It did cost me a lot of money, and if you appear at the party, I will pay you, just like we agreed."

Jamie thought for a moment. She could try and escape, but she didn't know where she was. Since she hadn't seen the mermaid costume yet, she didn't even know if she could walk. And he said he would still pay her for the party.

"I promise I won't do anything stupid. Can I see?"

"Of course."

James quickly untied Jamie's hands from the bed and then helped her sit up. As he placed a pillow behind her back she saw for the first time the costume that she was wearing.

"Wow," she exclaimed. "This is amazing!"

Jamie looked down at her naked breasts and then past to her flat stomach. Just above her crotch she saw her skin amazingly transform into beautiful pearlescent green scales. As she tried to shift her weight the scales caught the light and practically shimmered with an energy all of their own. Where her feet should have been was a beautiful translucent tail. She tried to wiggle her feet, but instead was surprised when her tail gracefully moved up and down.

"How much did this cost you?" she asked. It seemed that with every impulse of her body the tail responded. It was as if she had been attached to a real mermaid from the waist down. This was no ordinary mermaid costume. She had never seen anything so realistic in her life.

James just smiled. "Much more than I am paying you for wearing it. Do you like it?"

"Like it? This is amazing!"

"So may I assume that you'll still do the party?"

"I still get paid?" she asked.

"You still get paid."

"You won't do anything else that I don't consent to?"

"I won't. I promise."

Jamie thought for a moment. "And I'm free to go once the party is over?"

"Although it pains me to say this since a considerable amount of money has already been invested in the project, you are free to go now if you decide you don't want to participate."

All of this was overwhelming Jamie. On one hand she had been practically kidnapped, knocked unconscious, and put in a mermaid costume. But the mermaid costume was amazing. It was like a second skin, beautiful and sexy. It wasn't even fair to call it a costume. It was so realistic. And she had to admit she enjoyed how it looked on her. And it might be nice to be the center of attention at a party. After all, it had been quite a while since she was the center of anyone's attention. Jamie mulled all of the information over before answering.

"I'll do it!" she decided.

James let out an audible sigh of relief. He had invested so much into the costume that he didn't want to have it ruined because Jamie wouldn't do the party.

"By the way, what day is it?" Jamie asked.

"It's Wednesday."

"Wednesday! But the party isn't until Saturday!"

"Again, my apologies. We didn't know how long it would take for the costume, so we budgeted a few extra days."

"Do I have to stay in this thing until the party?"

"I'm afraid you do. It's an eight hour application process to put it on you, and there is no guarantee that we won't damage the tail when it's removed."

Jamie was starting to get mad again. "You know this is not making me want to stay for your party, James."

"Tell you what. If you stay, I'll double your pay and take care of all your expenses while you are in my care."

Jamie thought for a moment before answering. "Ok, it's a deal."

Chapter 4

The next few days were a blur for Jamie. She had so much to learn. The first item was discovered not long after she agreed to stay and be a mermaid. James had carried her to the den and had positioned her on the couch to watch some TV. She was engrossed in a program until the minor irritation she had recognized when she awoke as a mermaid was now a major distraction.

"Uh, James. I have a personal matter to attend to." 

"And what might that be?"

"I, uh, have to go to the bathroom. How does that work in this thing?"

Jamie had no idea how she was to urinate while she was a mermaid. As she was talking she felt and looked for an opening, but none was to be found.

"Ah, another little thing about this costume."

"What's that?"

"Since it wouldn't be very lady like, or very practical for that matter, for you to hike up your tail and sit on the toilet, we had to use a catheter on you."

"A what?"

"You don't know what that is?"

Jamie shook her head in wonderment.

"Let me explain. Like I said earlier, this is a very expensive costume. There are a number of devices built in to the tail, including a catheter. Basically it's a tube inside of you that lets me control when you urinate. Right now the valve is closed, but I can open it at any time with this remote control. Then your urine can flow out a small tube that exits at the tip of your tail."

"So how do I get to go?"

"Honestly, that's a good question. Probably the best bet is for me to put you in the bathtub and then release the valve. Will that work for you?"

"I guess I have no choice! And I really have to go."

With that, James scooped Jamie off the couch and headed for the bathroom.

As she was being carried, Jamie was able to study James a bit more closely. She had to admit he was very handsome, and he was treating her very well. Her thoughts were disturbed when he deposited her in the bottom of the large Jacuzzi tub.

"Wow! This is nice!"

"Thank you. This is where you'll be bathing. I hope you like it," James smiled as she took in the bathroom.

"Ok, my little mermaid, are you ready to do your business?"

"It's not like I have any choice in the matter. You are in command."

James didn't miss the inflection. She seemed to enjoy being controlled by him. He smiled and held up the remote.

"Alright, one relieved mermaid on the way."

With that he pushed a button and immediately Jamie felt the pressure begin to subside in her bladder. After a few minutes she was empty, so James put the remote back in his pocket.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Much better, thank you. But now I'm a bit dirty I'm afraid. What do we do about that?"

James didn't say a word as he began filling the tub with warm water. Jamie could feel the heat through her tail as the water rose over her stomach and then almost up to her breasts. James added some scented oil to the water and picked up a washcloth and a bottle of body soap.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" asked Jamie.

"I'm giving my mermaid a bath, that's what I'm doing! And I don't want any arguments either!"

And none were needed as she felt his strong hands massage and wash her shoulders. Jamie sighed with pleasure as she felt the tension of the past few hours fade away. What a difference from when she woke up confused and tied to a stranger's bed. Now this same stranger was waiting on her, hand and foot! She could get used to this way of life. 

Suddenly, she felt James' hands on her firm breasts.

"And now what are you doing?"

James smiled at her. "I'm enjoying my new mermaid. Any complaints?"

Jamie had none as his hands brought new sensations to her body. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man, and this man knew just how to touch. She could feel her nipples begin to grow taut as James slowly caressed them. Jamie moaned in pleasure, when suddenly he stopped.

"Why did you stop?" she asked.

"How do I put this delicately?" he smiled. "There is no way for you to gain sexual relief while wearing your costume. I don't want to take you to a place that you don't want to go."

Jamie looked at him. She gazed at his dark hair, his blue eyes, and his rugged chin. Then she glanced lower and saw a growing bulge in his pants. She knew she was having the same effect on him that he was having on her.

"James, I want to go there," she whispered. "But only if it's you who is taking me."

Not another word was said. James slowly cupped each breast in his hand before gently pinching each of her aroused nipples and watching her gasp with pleasure. His hands slid down her toned stomach slowly moving in lazy circles searching for her center of pleasure. But instead he only found smooth scales. The costume covered her most intimate parts, albeit just barely, effectively hiding her clit and lips from him. But those most intimate parts have to stay hidden, a forbidden treasure that neither James nor Jamie could enjoy, until after the party.

Jamie was awash in sensations. She had never been so turned on before in her life. All she wanted was to feel James touch her in that most sensitive place, but she knew he couldn't. But that didn't stop the anticipation. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his hands trace the edge of her tail where it ended on her stomach. It was the ultimate tease. As soon as his hands moved to her tail, she could feel nothing. But she so desperately wanted his hands to go lower. She reclined in the huge tub, closing her eyes and enjoying James' attention. Jamie gasped as she felt another wave of excitement pulse through her body. He was so good with his hands, that she wondered what he could do with the rest of his body. She didn't have to wait long. Suddenly she felt a sharp tug on her left nipple followed by a cool rush of air. She opened her eyes to see James gently drag his tongue over her nipple.

"How does that feel, my little mermaid?" James asked as he looked up at Jamie.

"Wonderful, but I think you may have to stop before I grab you and do everything in my power to make love to you."

"Too bad you can't do that in your current situation," smiled James. "But in any case, I think I'll continue."

James leaned back over Jamie's hardened nipples and began to tease her, taking each sensitive bud into his mouth and playfully biting her ever so gently. Soon she could take no more.

"Ok that's it!" she cried.

James looked up, concerned. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No," she smiled. "Now it's your turn!"

"Is that a threat?"

"No, it's a promise!"

Jamie started pulling at James pants and with his help he was soon kneeling next to the tub with his firm erection the focus of Jamie's attention. She was amazed at his size. She slowly traced her fingers up and down his shaft as he quivered with excitement. Because of her position in the tub and his position outside of the tub, making good on her promise was difficult. As much as she tried, she just couldn't find a position that worked. Jamie moaned with disappointment as he pulled away from her.

"Where are you going? I was going to repay the favor"

"I know," he said reappearing with a towel. "I think I have a solution for our problem."

With that James whisked Jamie out of the tub and carried her to his bedroom. Once she was comfortably positioned on the bed he softly toweled her off, quickly working to make sure she was completely dry.

"Hey silly. I'm dry enough!" interrupted Jamie. "Remember I was in the middle of a project."

"How could I forget? So ignorant of me!"

Jamie pulled James onto the bed and then pushed him on his back. Then as gracefully as she could muster, she slid herself so she was positioned between his thighs looking past his rock hard cock towards his face. With a contented sigh, she gently took him in her mouth and began sucking. She slid up and down as far as she could, feeling her nose touch his stomach on every stroke. She could hear his breathing grow ragged and his hard cock start to twitch as she sucked harder and harder. With one final gasp she felt him fill her mouth. She kept her lips firmly around him as he emptied his load. She gently caressed his slowly shrinking member with her tongue as he closed his eyes.




Hired for Halloween



She waited until she heard his breathing slow, then she let him slip from her mouth. Jamie rolled over in the bed, enjoying the sensations she was feeling. Jamie was so horny from her bath and from pleasuring James, but she didn't care. She let her hands wander down to where her slit should have been, but for the moment inaccessible because of her tail. She so desperately wanted to find relief for herself, but she knew she would have to wait. So, with waves of pleasure washing through her body, Jamie pulled herself towards the top of the bed, and wrapped her arms around the now sleeping James and fell asleep.

Chapter 5

The next few days passed in a blur of activity. Not only were the plans for James' party coming together, but the physical and mental attraction between James and Jamie was growing as well. The two of them had found perfect counterparts in each other, and they both discovered that the other complimented them perfectly. Along the way, Jamie also discovered that being denied sex had a very interesting effect on her. As the week progressed she began to be consumed by the idea of being aroused, and she lost no opportunity to pleasure James or to let him pleasure her.

But there was little time for the two to explore each other. James was a whirlwind getting ready for the party, and making sure that Jamie was ready was part of his plan. Since James wanted her to have some practice for the party, and walking was out of the question, Jamie spent most of her time in the pool, practicing swimming with her new tail. At James' urging she also spent all of her time topless. He argued that it would look silly if she had tan lines on her breasts since real mermaids didn't wear bras. And he also had a valid point that she should feel completely natural in her costume, and he didn't want her being self-conscious about her bare breasts at the party. Jamie had to agree with that point, and by Friday she was happily splashing around the lagoon as James sat poolside with a martini in his hand, wearing only a robe.

"Hi there beautiful mermaid," he called.

"Oh my, a man!" replied Jamie, slipping into her newfound role.

"You know, I've never seen a real mermaid before."

"You haven't?" cried Jamie in mock despair. "Would you like to see one up close and personal?"

James didn't utter a word as he slipped off his robe and slid into the water. Jamie swam over to him and quickly lowered herself down to take him in her mouth. It didn't take long before she could feel his rock hard cock splash his seed in the back of her willing mouth. Jamie licked him clean before looking up and smiling.

"Good thing that tool of yours is filled with protein. Otherwise I'd be getting real sick of those damn energy drinks." Another little item Jamie had discovered was that defecating was out of the question with her tail, so she had been on a liquid diet since that fateful coffee shop meeting with James.

James only smiled. "I'm only glad to oblige, my dear. But I really wish I could return the favor."

"I know sweetie, but you're the one who came up with the idea for me to be a mermaid. Why didn't you make me a cat or something like that?"

"Not a bad idea," James concurred, "but I think I like you as a mermaid just fine."

With that he spun her around and took her breasts in his hands. She could feel her nipples harden as he gently pinched her nipples. She was beginning to feel that familiar warmth between her legs, letting him fan the flames of passion that had been simmering inside of her all week. She couldn't wait until she could pleasure him properly, with his cock inside her moist pussy. But until then, the fire was going to keep burning, and she was going to be constantly aroused, constantly needing his touch on her exposed breasts, constantly needing to feel his cock in her mouth. For now it would have to do. Jamie relaxed as James massaged her shoulders and breasts. She drifted off to a daydream of endless orgasms as she enjoyed the sensations waltzing through her body.

"Hon!!!"

"Huh, what?"

"I said, do you want a drink?" James was looking at her like she was deaf.

"Oh sure. That would be great. But no sedative this time, ok?" Jamie smiled.

"You got it! Will a rum and coke do?"

"Sure!"

Jamie had to hand it to James. He certainly knew how to treat a lady, uh, mermaid. James climbed out of the pool and over to the cabana bar that was set up for the party. He expertly mixed the drink then sat on the edge of the pool with his legs splashing the water. 

"Hey sexy mermaid. Come and get your drink!" he called.

Jamie gracefully swam over to the edge of the pool and took the drink.

"You are getting really good at swimming with that thing aren't you?"

"Well, considering I can't do much of anything when I'm on dry land, I'd better be good at swimming!" Jamie laughed. It was true. When out of the pool, Jamie was a 110 pound good looking dead weight, but in the water, she was amazing. James had been right when he said he wanted her to practice in the water. 

"You'll be sensational at the party. I can't wait to see how the guests react to you."

"As long as they react with their eyes, not their hands!" scolded Jamie. "I am perfectly content with you. I don't need your guests' help too."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure they look but don't touch. Unless of course, you want them to," James looked at her with a sly smile.

"I don't think so dear! But if I change my mind, I'll let you know."

With that, the party planner and the mermaid continued discussing details of the party scheduled to begin the next evening.

Chapter 6

"Alright, my little sexy mermaid. Are you ready?"

Jamie sucked in her breath. She had just endured James stimulating her breasts for the past thirty minutes after she sucked him off in the pool. She was horny beyond belief and anything but ready, but what more could a mermaid ask.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"Good. Now remember, I won't have time to help you go to the bathroom during the party, and I can't have you dripping pee into the pool all night, so that means your catheter will be closed until after the party is over."

Jamie did the math in her head. She had to be ready to go by five, the doors opened at five thirty and the party wouldn't be over until two in the morning. That was eight hours. She'd have to remember to not drink too much. She looked at the clock hanging by the cabana bar. It was already after four, so she knew she'd have to get James to help her visit the restroom now, before the bar staff arrived and took up his time.

Jamie smiled. "I got it dear. But before you rush off and get your party started, can you help a poor mermaid visit the little girl's room one more time? Other wise you might have a very bloated fish on your hands by the time the party is over!"

James consulted his watch. "Sure thing. Anything for my little mermaid!"

Jamie reached her arms up for James to pull her out of the pool. She had just managed to slide herself up onto the deck, when she heard the shrill ring of his cell phone.

"Hello?" she heard James say.

James gave an apologetic look to Jamie as he headed towards the house, murmuring into the phone. Jamie lounged by the side of the pool while she waited for his return. She looked over her golden brown body, and then further down towards her gleaming tail. She had to admit, she did look wonderful. Her private parts were still simmering from the attention James gave her bronzed breasts and nipples earlier, and she couldn't wait until the party was over when she could remove the tail, and take every inch of James in her waiting pussy. Just the thought of it was sending her to new heights of excitement. She could only imagine how hot and wet her pussy would be when she could finally share it with James. She knew that if it wouldn't have been for her tail, she would be dripping her juices all over the pool deck right now. But only eight hours and she would be rid of the tail! She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself without a tail, laying with James in bed, his hard cock inside her wet and willing pussy.

"Jamie, I'm so sorry. I had to deal with that call. Are you ok?"

Jamie opened her eyes to see a very concerned James standing over her.

"Sure hon, I'm fine. Just daydreaming while I was waiting for you."

"I'm so sorry that took so long. Are you ready to get in position for the party?"

James and Jamie had agreed that for the first few hours of the party, she would be posed on a rock by the waterfall, and only later in the evening would she get in the pool with the guests.

"Sure James, but don't forget. I need to visit the restroom."

James looked ashen.

"Shit!" he said. "There isn't time. It's almost five thirty already."

Jamie knew what that meant. It would be at least a fifteen minute ordeal to get her upstairs into the Jacuzzi tub, open the valve so she could empty her bladder, clean her up and then get her back downstairs into position. There just wasn't enough time. She would have to suffer the pain and wait to relieve herself. If it was her choice she would rather empty her bladder now, but until she was in control of the remote she didn't have a say in the matter. At least she wouldn't have to hold it, as the valve on the catheter would do that for her.

"James it's ok. I can make it. Just don't forget about me when the party is over. I think I'll need some major relief in more ways than one." Jamie licked her lips seductively.

"Don't worry my little mermaid. I won't forget. Now let's get you in position."

James carefully picked her up and carried her over to the waterfall flowing into the pool. As he set her on a large boulder he smiled at her.

"I love you."

Jamie thought she was dreaming. 

"What was that?" she asked.

"You heard me," he whispered. "Now do you need anything? I'll make sure the bartender sends you drinks once in a while."

"I'm good to go dear. Now get your party started so I can visit the restroom!"

James smiled. "Thanks. I'll see you in a few hours."

He was about to leave, when he bent down to whisper in her ear.

"By the way, for being such a wonderful mermaid, I have a surprise for you tonight."

But before Jamie could question him, he was off to get things rolling.

Chapter 7

The party was in full swing, and Jamie was definitely the hit of the evening. She sat on her rock as the water splashed past her, enjoying the attention she was getting from the guests. She had completely forgotten about her missed bathroom break and spent her time as a living set decoration dreaming about all the naughty things she would do with James when the party was finished. The bartender made sure she had anything she wanted, and by the time the sun went down, she was already on her third rum and coke. As she was sipping, the first feelings of discomfort hit her. Jamie looked around in alarm and remembered what James had said. No bathroom breaks until after the party. She suddenly felt clumsy holding the drink and looked for a place to set it down. But there was none, so she just held her now unwanted drink and hoped the discomfort wouldn't get worse and that the party would come to an end soon.

Jamie was unable to see the clock by the bar from her rock perch, but was hoping time was passing quickly. Then she remembered. She wasn't due to be in the pool until eight o'clock. Since she was still on the rock, that meant she had at least six more hours before she could get relief. She consoled herself in the fact that she couldn't have an accident thanks to the catheter that was firmly implanted in her bladder. So she relaxed and tried to take her mind off of her bladder. She dreamed of being able to spread her legs wide and let James take her again and again. She dreamed of feeling his wet tongue on her aroused nipples. She dreamed of taking him in her mouth, feeling him release as she pulled him deeply into her mouth.

"Excuse me."

Jamie snapped out of her daydream to look up at the bartender.

"James wanted me to tell you, it's time to go in the pool now."

"Finally!" Jamie smiled as she handed her now warm drink to the bartender.

She was ready for a change of pace. Not that dreaming of James was bad, but Jamie needed to move around. She looked over the edge of her perch down to the cool inviting pool, and slid off the rock into a perfect dive. As she emerged from under the water she could hear the applause of the party guests. She smiled and waved as a ripple of discomfort hit her bladder. Just eight more hours, she thought. I can do it.

Jamie looked over to the steps of the pool to see the lifeguard collecting money from guests who wanted to swim with the mermaid. After being issued a wrist band and a quick warning that the mermaid was only to look at, party goers started wading into the shallow end of the pool. She could see James standing by the bar watching her intently. She winked at him, and he winked back. 

Soon the first pool guests got close enough to Jamie to begin a conversation. She and James had decided that she should be as realistic as possible as a mermaid so they had worked up a series of possible questions and answers. As Jamie fielded these questions, she began to feel the pressure in her bladder increase. It was becoming decidedly uncomfortable. She looked for James and found him still by the bar. Jamie excused herself from a pool guest and swam for the side of the pool.

"Hey James."

"Hi my little mermaid. How's it going?"

"Good. But one little problem."

"What's that?"

"I really have to pee."

A look of thoughtfulness crossed James face.

"Do you think you can hold it for now? Maybe when the party dies down I can get you out of the pool for a bit, but right now we have to keep the guests happy." James wanted to help her, but they both knew that there was a lot of money invested in having a good party.

"I'm ok for now, but if it gets much worse, I'm afraid I might burst."

"Well, we don't want that," laughed James. "Tell you what, if it gets really bad, find me and I'll see what I can do."

"Deal!"

Suddenly another thought crossed Jamie's mind.

"When am I going to get the surprise you were telling me about?"

"You'll soon find out."

James then headed back to the bar and Jamie resumed her role as a living mermaid for the pool party.

Just then the lifeguard blew his whistle. "Alright pool guests, it's time for pool volleyball. Miss Jamie, our real live mermaid has agreed to play, so I'll split you up into two teams and then Miss Jamie will alternate teams."

Jamie looked for James by the bar. She didn't remember agreeing to play volley ball, but it wasn't a big deal. She just wished she could use the restroom. The discomfort was beginning to become painful.

Then the game started. Jamie was the obvious focus of attention. Everyone wanted to hit the ball to her, just to watch her firm breasts bounce as she returned the ball. And Jamie wasn't half bad at the game either. With her tail providing a powerful thrust she was able to literally spring out of the water with great returns while providing a good show for the pool guests as well.

It was towards the middle of the second game when Jamie noticed it. The pressure in her bladder was constantly painful, but she had been able to block that out thanks to the volleyball game. But every time she hit the ball, there was a new sensation. A different sensation. It was nothing big, but still there nevertheless. Every time she hit the ball she could feel a tingling right on her clit. Jamie didn't think anything of it, as she enjoyed playing, but by the third game she was definitely becoming excited.

The lifeguard decided a small break was in order before the game resumed and everyone swam over to the pool bar for a drink or two. Jamie gracefully propelled herself to the edge of the pool and looked for James. Suddenly he appeared with two drinks in his hand.

"How's the volleyball game, my little mermaid?"

"Good so far. I'm enjoying myself," Jamie answered. And she honestly was.

"Are you?"

The response confused Jamie, but it didn't matter. She'd press him on it later.

"I got you a drink. Since you started playing volleyball, you haven't had a sip. I don't want you to get dehydrated." James pressed the drink into her hand with a sly smile.

"But I'm really not thirsty. In fact I'm so full right now I really need to use the restroom," Jamie sighed, feeling the incessant pressure on her bladder that she couldn't ignore.

"As soon as I can, I'll get you some relief. Now drink up, the game's about to begin again."

With that he was gone, and Jamie had no choice but to finish the drink before swimming back over to the volleyball net.

When the game resumed, nothing changed except the sobriety of the pool guests. They were still hitting the ball to Jamie every chance they got, but with their loss of coordination the shots got wilder and wilder. Jamie had to lunge and stretch for almost every ball hit her way. Not that the crowd minded. They were treated to display after display of Jamie's beautiful breasts seductively bouncing as she dove for the ball. Not that Jamie minded either. Every time she hit the ball there was a definite, and most decidedly stronger, tingling on her clit. The game was making her very aroused.

As the teams were switching sides, Jamie had a moment to catch her breath. The combination of her full bladder and the much more welcome feeling of her aroused clit had a very erotic effect on her. Jamie's nipples were completely erect, and her face showed signs of a previously unnoticed flush. She looked for James and saw him watching her from the cabana bar. He waved before turning back to his drink. She thought as he turned, she could see a bulge in his pants. She was about to swim over to him, when the next game started.

This game the tingling on her clit became even more pronounced. The pool guests couldn't get enough of Jamie's breasts with those beautiful swollen nipples as she kept hitting the ball, and Jamie couldn't get enough of the ball since every time she hit it, the same pleasurable sensation washed over her clit and through her body. She was quickly reaching the point of being consumed by the feelings rushing through her body. She had to get out of the volleyball game. 

Thankfully by that point most people were beyond keeping score, and were more interested in just staring at Jamie, so the lifeguard called an end to the volleyball. Jamie swam over to the side of the pool to find James. 

"James, come here!"

This time, when he turned from the bar, she could definitely see a bulge in his pants. He must have enjoyed the game almost as much as she did.

"What's up my little mermaid?"

"Two things. Number one, I really have to pee. Number two, something weird was going on during the volleyball game."

"What's that?"

"Every time I hit the ball, I got a tingling in my clit."

James just smiled quizzically. "What did you say?"

"I said, every time I hit the ball, I got a tingling in my clit."

"Hmmm. Did you enjoy it?" James' eyes surveyed Jamie's body, stopping squarely on her breasts and her aroused nipples.

"What do you think?" panted Jamie. She was definitely horny, ready for the party to be over, and ready to have James screw her within an inch of her life.

"Well, what did it feel like?"

Jamie had to think for a minute.

"Like nothing I've ever felt before."

"Well try and describe it. For me." James looked at her as sincerely as he could.

"Ok, I'll try..."

Just then she felt it. More than just felt it. It rocked her world. Jamie nearly sank under the water as the sensation started on her clit and rushed through every fiber of her body. She could feel herself losing control of her muscles as her body came closer and closer to climaxing. She was so close, so close.




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Then it stopped.

Jamie was ready to go crazy with desire. She was ramped up, as close as she'd ever been with out reaching that wonderful place where heaven and earth ceased to exist, and here she was, hanging like a wet rag on a clothesline. Her body was being ravaged with the desire to screw anything in sight, and yet she couldn't. At least not until the party was over. Jamie was panting heavily as she opened her eyes to see James watching her.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Did it feel like that?"

"Huh?" Jamie was still coming down from the sensations that had just flooded through her body.

"I said did it feel like that?"

"How did you...What did you..." Jamie was completely baffled. How could James know what had just happened to her?

"Remember that little surprise I told you about earlier?" smiled James.

"Yes."

"That is it!"

And as James said "That" he hit that button on his remote that controlled Jamie's tail and sent another wave of pleasure screaming through Jamie's body.

"Oh, you bastard!" moaned Jamie. Then she smiled. "You need to do that to me all night long!"

"I intend to. I really intend to," whispered James. "Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! You can't imagine how horny that makes me. And good thing too. Otherwise all I'd be able to think about was my full bladder."

James reached down in the water to feel Jamie's stomach. He could feel her bladder as her stomach began to distend, just a bit.

"I think you'll make it until the end of the party. After all, I can keep your mind off that little discomfort."

"And I hope you do my dear James. I'm gonna need it."

"Well, Jamie. You'd better get back to the party now. After all, the guests did pay to interact with you. And remember. I love you."

And James turned and headed back to the bar.

Jamie slowly began to swim back to the guests lounging in the pool near the floating bar. She was completely flushed from head to tail, her nipples were solid as a rock and she felt like she was about to orgasm and pee all at the same time. She was in heaven. She had just reached the first guest waiting to talk to her when she felt the tingling on her clit again. That bastard, she thought. He's going to play with me all night long. And a devious smile fell on her lips as she began her conversation.

"Hi there. Did you ever meet a real mermaid before?" Jamie cooed.

The guest wasn't sure what to say. He must have been distracted by Jamie's tussled hair and beautiful breasts crowned with very perky nipples.

"Uh, not that I can remember."

"Well, what is your name?"

"Uh, Rick."

"Rick, that's a nice, uh, ahh, name." Jamie was quickly being aroused by the sensations on her clit, compliments of James.

"You ok, miss mermaid?"

"Oh, ah, yes, ahh, I'm just, uhhhh..." Jamie couldn't finish.

"You sure?"

"I'm fine!" Jamie smiled. Her flushed face was beginning to perspire and her nipples seemed to have a life of their own. She wished that James would give her a break, but the stimulation continued, getting stronger and stronger.

"Well, it sure is nice to meet you."

"ahhhh, yesss, mmmmm, ahhhhh, you tooooo..." Jamie was becoming more and more aroused, and at this point she didn't care. She just wanted James to take her all the way. She was so consumed with her desire, she didn't even notice that Rick was just staring at her, watching her as she arched her back and thrust her breasts out. She was getting so close and she wanted to keep going forever.

As the stimulation to Jamie's clit grew stronger and stronger, she began to thrust her hips, imagining that she again had legs instead of a tail and that James would screw her into the wall. She wanted to grind her pussy onto his dick and feel him fill her completely. As the waves of pleasure rushed through her, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm, Jamie's thrusts provided movement to her tail, thrusting her half naked body out of the water with every push. As she became more and more aroused, a crowd gathered around her, watching in awe as the mermaid with the perfect body seemed to have sex with herself. Jamie was completely oblivious to the audience. She was lost in a world of human sex, imagining the thrust of a huge cock inside her tight pussy as the sensations swept through her body. She was so close, so close. Jamie was panting with exertion, her hands were frantically trying to find a way to provide more stimulation to her very sensitive and very aroused but inaccessible clit, and her entire body was being flung into the air with every thrust of her tail. So close, so close. Just a few more seconds and she would find her bliss.

And then it stopped.

Jamie screamed in frustration. She was so close! She opened her eyes to find most of the pool members surrounding her. She blushed with embarrassment, realizing that the entire party just watched her almost have an orgasm. She turned to swim away from the crowd when it began. One by one the guests started clapping. As the ovation swept over the crowd, Jamie's embarrassment turned to pride. The audience was cheering, screaming, shouting for encores. Jamie began to smile as she looked over towards the cabana bar. She caught James' eye and winked at him. He just smiled back.

Chapter 8

After Jamie's performance, she couldn't get away from the crowd to talk to James. Guest after guest wanted to buy Jamie a drink, and since she was the impromptu star of the night, she couldn't say no. By the time James and the staff had gotten the last guest out of the door, Jamie's bladder felt like it would burst. She had never been this full before and the pain was almost unbearable. 

Since she was left in the pool when the party ended, she had no choice but to wait for James to come back and rescue her. She lazily swam between the waterfall and the pool bar, trying to take her mind off the cramps that were coming from her distended bladder. She was wondering if James had forgotten about her, when she heard a splash behind her. She turned, and there was James, completely naked, sporting the biggest erection she'd ever seen.

He slowly swam over to her and pulled her into his arms.

"How are you doing my little mermaid?"

"Not so good. I have to pee. Badly. Please let me pee."

James thought for a moment. "I'm not sure I should just let you go in the pool. Isn't that kind of disgusting?"

Jamie didn't care. She just wanted to go. "I don't care! I have to go."

"Well, maybe I can take your mind off your predicament for a few minutes."

James swam towards the side of the pool and Jamie followed.

"James, I have to pee right aaaahhhh..."

Jamie never finished her sentence. She was interrupted by the feeling of James' hands on her breasts, and the unmistakable feeling stimulating her already aroused clit. He gently pinched each of her nipples before rolling them between his fingers. The feeling traveled straight to her clit, mixing with the sensations that were being generated there. It was electric. Jamie's thoughts of discomfort from her bladder completely disappeared. James reached for the remote laying poolside and with one hand turned up the intensity on Jamie's clit as his other hand continued to play with her breasts. Jamie was soaring as she felt the pleasurable sensations sweep through her body. She was still simmering from her last performance, and she was getting so close, so close.

James turned up the remote again, this time to full power and held on to Jamie with his free hand. The stimulation she was receiving was causing her tail to thrust with much power through the water as wave after wave of pleasure ravaged her body. James was pushed against the side of pool as she got closer and closer. But before she could finish, James turned the remote down to a low setting.

"My dear mermaid, are you ready for your reward?"

Jamie's face was flushed, her nipples were rock hard, and her clit felt like it was on fire. She was on the edge of finding that elusive, once in a lifetime, knock your socks off orgasm. She wanted the moment to last forever.

"And what is my reward, sir?" Jamie panted.

"Whatever you want it to be, my dear mermaid."

"Whatever?"

"Yes," he replied. "Whatever you want it to be."

Jamie's mind lost in a haze of sexual arousal. But it didn't take her long to decide.

"I want you to have your way with me. However you see fit."

"As you wish, my dear mermaid."

And with that, James grabbed the remote and turned it up to full. Jamie gasped with surprise as her body jerked from intense stimulation. Her tail sent her flying almost completely out of the water and James could see one of her hands reach down to try and find her hidden clit as the other pinched one of her nipples. Her moans were growing louder and louder, and her thrashing was becoming more and more wild. James swam out to her with the remote and pulled her to him.

"Are you ready?"

James got no response from Jamie as she reached her climax. Just as she did, James opened the catheter valve, turned off the stimulation to her clit, and then threw the remote back onto the pool deck. He pulled her into him as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her body. He held her tightly against his chest as her ragged breathing began to slow. Her eyes were closed and her tail was barely moving as he looked at her in his arms. She was the perfect woman, he thought. James gently swam towards the steps leading out of the pool, with his arms still wrapped around Jamie. He sat on the steps in the water, just holding her, patiently waiting for her to come down from her cloud.

She opened her eyes to see him.

"Are you ok, my little mermaid?" he asked.

She looked into his deep blue eyes and knew that she had found what she didn't even know she was looking for.

"Now I am." She smiled at him.

"Did you enjoy being a mermaid for me?"

"I did." 

She smiled at him again, and then he saw a slight wrinkle cross her brow.

"What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking..."

"Yes?"

"Well, since you went to all this trouble to make me a mermaid..." Jamie wasn't sure how to continue.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I could stay like this until morning?"

James smiled at her.

"I think we could arrange that."

And without another word, James scooped her out of the pool and carried his precious mermaid into the house and upstairs.

After he settled her in bed, he stepped back to look at her. He wanted to drink in the image of this gorgeous mermaid waiting for him on his bed, with her pert breasts, flat stomach and perfectly formed tail. He crawled into bed next to her and she rolled over so she could rest her head on his chest.

She had just closed her eyes, ready to dream about mermaids and gorgeous men, when she heard him.

"I love you."

She smiled.

"I love you too."