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When I Was 21

By: SamScribble



I think The Kingston Trio said it first. But then Frank Sinatra said it more eloquently, moving it from a major key to a minor key.

'When I was twenty one, it was a very good year.

A very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs.'

And, yes, not only did the city girls live up the stairs, but they also - as Frank observed - had 'perfumed hair'. (Hairspray, I presume.) And it did come undone - the hair, that is - when I was 21. But we'll get to that in a moment or two.

Vanessa was a petite blonde, with small breasts and a boyish waist. Alison was taller, bustier, with dark, wavy hair. They were both senior lecturers - assistant professors, I guess we'd call them these days - at University College. And they were my upstairs neighbours.

My flat was the garden flat - which is estate agents' speak for 'basement flat'. Somehow, calling it 'the garden flat' made it sound less like a gloomy, potentially damp area tucked away below street level. But at least I got a small outdoor space with it. Not an actual garden. But a paved courtyard, big enough for a small table, a couple of chairs, and a few neglected pot plants. (I wasn't much of a gardener when I was 21.)

The girls' flat took up most of the ground floor and a large part of the first floor. Beside and above them, there was another large flat which the owner apparently kept as his 'London townhouse' - although, in the whole time that I lived in the Cramer Street building, I never actually saw him. Not once.

I first met Vanessa on the day I moved in. 'Hi, I'm Vanessa,' she said. 'I'm your upstairs neighbour.' She was with a lanky chap whom she introduced as Jack. I later found out that Jack was John Erskine, the composer of film scores. If you've ever seen 'Too Many Mondays', he's the guy who wrote the music that makes the opening river scene so haunting. 'We'll have to have you up,' Vanessa said. I assumed that 'we' somehow included lanky Jack.

Alison and I met a couple of days later when we both happened to arrive home at the same time. Alison was just about to put her key in the lock as I reached the gate at the top of the iron steps that led down to my own front door. 'Oh, hello,' she said. 'Vanessa said that we had a new downstairs neighbour. Are you settling in OK?' And then, almost as an afterthought, she added: 'By the way, I'm Alison. We must get you up for a coffee or a drink or something. Perhaps a cocktail. You'd be a starter for a cocktail, wouldn't you?'

'Umm ... yes. Yes. Thank you,' I said.

Back in those days the southern end of Marylebone was pretty sleepy - well, except for Manchester Square, which had both the EMI building (of Beatles fame) and Hertford House, the home of The Wallace Collection. Back then, even Marylebone High Street was nothing like the bright bustling place that it has since become. But there were at least nine pubs in the vicinity. And one of my early missions was to set about seeing which would become my local.

I started with the pub on the corner of George and Manchester Streets, and then, over two or three weeks, I worked my way up from Marylebone Lane, up the High Street, and then zig-zagged my way across towards Baker Street. I seem to recall that The Barley Mow was about eighth on my list of possibles.

Vanessa was standing at the bar, talking to a stocky, balding chap with bushy eyebrows. Or, to be more precise, he was talking to her. Vanessa spotted me as soon as I walked in the door. She waved out. I didn't intend to crash her party, but the only space at the bar was right next to her, and the barman was looking at me expectantly.

'Hello,' Vanessa said. 'Sam, this is Henry. Henry also teaches at UCL.'

I held out my hand, but Henry ignored it. 'Look, are we going to go and do it?' he said, somewhat impatiently.

Vanessa smiled but shook her head. 'No,' she said softly.

'No? But I thought you wanted to.'

'You have a wife waiting. Remember?'

'Oh well, I may as well push off then. I'll see you on, umm, Friday.'

'Possibly,' Vanessa said. 'Depends.'

'On what?'

Vanessa just shrugged her shoulders.

'Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt,' I said, as Henry departed.

Vanessa smiled and shook her head.

'Can I get you a drink?' I asked.

She frowned briefly, but then smiled again and said that she'd love a dry vermouth. On ice. I ordered a dry vermouth for Vanessa and a pint of best bitter for me. 'So, is this the local, then?' I said.

'I guess so,' Vanessa replied. 'There's no shortage of pubs around here, but this is probably the best of the bunch.'

For the next half an hour or so we sipped and chatted, and discovered that we shared a liking for the poetry of Roger McGough and Adrian Henri, the prose of JP Donleavy, and the music of Miles Davis, Gerry Mulligan, and Thelonius Monk. Not a bad start.

'Another drink?' I suggested. But Vanessa smiled, shook her head, and said that it was probably time that I walked her home. And so I did. And, being the gentleman that I was, I walked her right to her front door and waited while she found her key.

'I assume you're coming in,' she said.

'Am I?'

'Oh, yes, I think so. You don't have to be anywhere else, do you?'

'Umm ... no.' I followed her into the flat and hovered while she put away her coat. I must admit that the first kiss was a bit of a surprise. One moment we were just standing there; the next moment she had her mouth all over mine. Not that I was complaining. It was just ... well ... a surprise.

'How old are you?' she asked. 'Twenty four? Twenty five?'

'Something like that,' I said. (I guessed that she was in her mid-30s, so perhaps I needed to be a little older than 21.)

Vanessa smiled. 'Oh well, it's probably time that I tried a younger man. The older ones aren't doing a lot for me.' We kissed again, and then she took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her girly bedroom. And, after that, things just ... well ... happened. I don't even remember there being much foreplay that first time. We just sort of took each other's clothes off - most of them, anyway - and got down to business.

I was pretty inexperienced back then. I'd only had one sexual partner. And, to be honest, that hadn't really been a great success. But with Vanessa everything just seemed to work. We just clicked. Tab A slipped into Slot B as though they had been designed for each other.

Looking back, I realise that the first time was a bit 'wham bam'. But after we had recovered, we did it again - this time with a little more finesse.

We were sitting up in bed following our second session when the bedroom door opened and Alison came in holding up a magazine. 'Have you seen this?' she said. And then she saw me. 'Oh. Sorry,' she said. 'I didn't realise.'

'That's OK,' Vanessa said. 'We're just taking a bit of a breather.'

Alison nodded. 'Oh. Right. So ... how are you, Sam?' 

'Yes. Good,' I said. 'Just taking a breather. Apparently.'

Alison smiled. 'Oh well ... good luck. Don't peak too early.'

On Friday night I made another visit to The Barley Mow. The place was heaving. 'Is this place always like this on a Friday?' I asked one of the barmaids.

'Generally not quite this rock 'n' roll,' she said, with more than a hint of an Australian accent. 'I gather the HTC blokes have won something or other. A bank, I think. They've been going since about three o'clock. Not that the boss is complaining.'

'HTC?'

'You know, Harrison Toomey? The advertising agency?'

'Oh, right,' I said. 'Of course. They're just around the corner, aren't they?' Funnily enough, I'd been offered a job at Harrison Toomey. But, in the end, I had decided to go with an offer from CDP - Collett Dickenson Pearce. They just seemed somehow ... well, cooler. Being cool was important when I was 21.

For the next half an hour or so, I sipped my beer and carried on a much-interrupted conversation with the barmaid. It turned out that she was from a little seaside town near Sydney. Her name was Charlene, and she was a student at The Slade. But then her boyfriend arrived.

I toyed with the idea of having another pint, but eventually decided to head off to see if the delicatessen on Marylebone High Street was still open. It had been a long time since breakfast and I quite fancied the idea of a piece of rotisserie-cooked chicken. Happily, the deli was still open. Unhappily, they had sold out of chicken. I was just standing there trying to decide what else might make a satisfactory snack when a voice behind me said: 'Decisions, decisions?' It was Vanessa.

'A bit like that,' I said. 'I had my mind set on some rotisserie-cooked chicken; but it's all gone.'

'Well, you'll just have to come and have a picnic with me then.'

'A picnic?'

Vanessa smiled and ordered three thick-cut slices of Wiltshire ham, some camembert, a baguette, and a pot of coleslaw. 'Yes, that should do it,' she said.

Back at the flat, she placed the camembert at one end of a large platter. Next to it she piled up crusty-edged bread slices cut from the baguette. And next to the bread she piled roughly torn pieces of the ham. Finally, she drained some of the surplus dressing from the coleslaw, and replaced it with the juice of half a lemon and a generous pinch of cayenne pepper.

'Oh. And we'll need something to drink, won't we?' she said. And she took a bottle of cava from the fridge and a couple of tumblers from one of the cupboards. 'Not champagne, I'm afraid. At least not French champagne. But it's a pleasant enough drop. And there are bubbles. You can take the platter. I'll just get a couple of knives and some napkins.'

'And where exactly am I taking the platter?' I asked.

Vanessa frowned slightly. 'The bedroom, of course. Where else would we picnic on a Friday night?'

Where else indeed?

I went up the stairs to Vanessa's bedroom, and I was still standing there, wondering where to put the platter (all available surfaces seemed to be covered with either books or girly stuff), when Vanessa arrived with the wine and the napkins. 'Just pop it on the bed,' she said.

When I was 21, I hadn't had a lot of experience of bedroom picnics with city girls who lived up the stairs. I placed the platter on the bed. And waited for my next ... well ... instruction, I suppose. It was not long in coming.

'Be a good chap and open the wine, will you please, Sam?' Vanessa said, as she kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her Mary Quant-inspired dress.

I hadn't had a lot of experience of opening bottles of sparkling wine either. But I managed to remove the cork without spilling a single bead of the yeasty-smelling wine.

'You've had practice,' Vanessa said, with what I took to be a look of approval.

'Not really.'

Vanessa just smiled her enigmatic smile and, now dressed only in her chocolate brown bra with deep pink trim, and matching knickers, she settled herself on the bed beside the picnic platter.

I handed her a glass of cava.

'Cheers,' she said. 'Here's to Friday nights. I don't know about you, but I'm famished.'

Even with the lingering taste of best bitter on my tongue, the cava was very nice - refreshing, toasty, and with a hint of both apples and lemon zest. 'This is nice,' I said.

'Try it with a piece of the ham.' And to demonstrate, Vanessa tore off a strip, threw back her head, and dropped the delicate pink and white morsel onto her tongue. 'Mmm. Perfect,' she said. 'Not too salty. It's hard to beat a nice bit of Wiltshire cured ham. And I like the way in which the cava balances the fattiness.'

She was right. They went together perfectly. 'And how do we eat the coleslaw?' I asked.

'Any way you like. You can use your fingers. I can get you a fork. Or, like me, you can just scoop a bit out with a piece of the bread.'

I gave the bread method a try. And, yes, it was another great choice. Creamy and crunchy. And then with a little rush of citrus, and finally the lingering heat from the cayenne. The perfect prelude to another mouthful of the chilled cava.

It may have been my first duvet picnic, but I hoped that it would not be my last. It was fun!

'So, are you going to take your clothes off?' Vanessa asked.

'Am I?' (The cava was beginning to work.)

'I hope so. Well, at least some of them anyway.'

'My boots?'

'Oh, yes.'

'Socks?'

'Definitely. I've never understood why some men think it's OK to keep their socks on while having sex. Women, stockings, yes. You like stockings, don't you, Sam? But men, socks, no.'

I nodded. To be honest - and call me naïve - but I hadn't been that sure that we were going to have sex. Yes, we had done it earlier in the week. But when I was 21, I didn't really take anything for granted. I took off my shoes and socks, and my red plaid trousers.

'Have you had enough for the moment?' Vanessa asked.

'I think so,' I said. (I assumed that she was talking about the picnic.)

'In that case, I'll put the platter over here in the corner. We might feel peckish later.'

As I started unbuttoning my shirt, Vanessa went over to the chest of drawers and fished out a rather skimpy suspender belt and a pair of stockings. The suspender belt was also chocolate brown with deep pink embroidery decoration and looked as if it had been part of the same set as the bra and knickers. Off came her knickers, and on went the suspender belt, followed by the stockings. 'There. What do you think?'

'Pretty nice,' I said. 'In fact, very nice indeed.'

Vanessa glanced at herself in the full length mirror and smiled her little smile. 'Yes. I think so too.' And then she threw back the duvet, stacked up some pillows, lay back, and spread her legs. 'There's a nice spot for you just here,' she said, patting her blonde-furred pussy. I didn't need a second invitation. I knelt between her stocking-topped thighs and put my tongue to work exploring her pink crevice. 'Oh, yes,' she said. 'Oh, yes, yes, yes!'

As I've already said, prior to meeting Vanessa, my sexual experience was rather limited. Discounting three or four girls who I had sort of finger fucked, there was only Chrissy. And Chrissy wasn't much into cunnilingus. She never said why. I just assumed that I wasn't doing it properly. And yet, with Vanessa, there I was doing the same thing and getting serious sighs and squeals of delight right from the start.

After about 15 minutes, however, my jaw was starting to ache and I thought that I was going to have to take a little break. I gave her one last serious tongue-tickle. And, somewhat to my surprise, that was all it took. The next thing I knew, Vanessa was pushing my head into her crotch while squealing and laughing and shuddering. I think it would be safe to say that we 'got across the line'. 'Oh, fuck, yes,' she said.

'OK?'

'Oh, better than OK,' she said. 'In fact much better. OK doesn't even begin to describe how that feels.'

For a few minutes we both just lay where we were - she reclining on the pillows; me with my head between her thighs - recovering, I suppose. But then it was time to get back to business. 

'Right ... now I want you inside me,' Vanessa said. 'And I want to watch.' And with that, she got up and picked up an oval wooden-framed hand mirror from the bedside table. 'Are you ready?' she said. She got onto to her hands and knees - well, her knees, anyway - and one hand - the other hand was holding the mirror - and she presented me with her pulchritudinous posterior.

I got to my knees and gave my half-hard cock a couple of encouraging pumps - probably more than a couple, if I'm honest. The manual stimulation and the sight of Vanessa's beautiful pink pussy surrounded by her now-plump blonde-furred outer lips did the trick. I was ready to go.

'Oh, yes,' she said. 'That looks good, so good. Your lovely cock. My wet and waiting pussy.'

'Ready?' I said.

'What do you think?'

Vanessa was right: it did look good. Slowly, I pushed the head of my cock into her lubricious cunt. And when I withdrew it, a few moments later, it glistened with pussy juices. On my next thrust, I went a little deeper. And after that, a little deeper again. Until, after several leisurely strokes, I was going balls deep. 'Still looking good?'

'Oh, yes,' Vanessa said softly. 'Fucking fantastic.' (And it felt fucking fantastic too.)

The following morning, just as I was about to head for home - downstairs - Vanessa gave me a sisterly little peck on the cheek. 'That was ... umm ... fun,' she said. 'We should do it again sometime.' I was half expecting her to say something like: 'Come up this evening. About seven o'clock. Don't be late.' But she didn't.

'Yes. We should,' I said, trying to sound suave and sophisticated. (I spent quite a lot of time trying to sound suave and sophisticated when I was 21.)

I didn't see Vanessa at all during the week. But then, on the way home - well, sort of - on Friday night, I slipped into The Barley Mow for a quick pint. Charlene was just pulling me a pint of Pedigree when Vanessa suddenly appeared at my elbow. 'Oh, good. I'm glad I found you.'

'Was I lost?' I said.

'Vanessa smiled her little smile. 'You know what I mean,' she said.

'Can I get you a drink?'

She looked at her watch. 'Umm ... yes. Thank you. A Campari and soda. But then we must get down to the deli. I asked them to keep us a small rotisserie-cooked chicken.'

And so began our little Friday night ritual: a drink - sometimes two - at The Barley Mow; a detour via the High Street deli for some finger food; and then back to the upstairs flat to eat, drink, and enjoy some great sex. In the morning, I would go downstairs to my garden flat. And it would be all over for another week.

One Sunday morning, about six weeks into the 'relationship', I was about to head off to have Sunday lunch with my aunt in South Kensington, and on the way I thought I'd drop off a new Ted Hughes book that I had mentioned to Vanessa. I pressed her doorbell and, after about thirty seconds, a crackly voice said: 'Oh, hello. Come in.' The street door clicked and I went in. Vanessa, dressed in her wrap-around bathrobe, was standing at the door to the flat.

'Oh, gosh. I hope I didn't wake you,' I said.

'No, no. We were just reading.'

I nodded. 'I'm just on my way over to have lunch with my aunt, and I thought I'd drop in this Ted Hughes book we were talking about.'

'Oh, great. Thank you. Have you got time for a quick coffee?'

'Well, yes. Just a quick one. Thank you.' I followed Vanessa into the kitchen and watched and chatted while she made three cups of Nescafe instant coffee.

'We'll take them upstairs,' she said.

I followed her up to her bedroom where I was surprised to see Alison sitting up in bed reading a book with a distinctive Olympia Press cover.

'Oh, hello, Sam. You're out and about early.'

I explained that I was on my way over to South Kensington to have lunch with my aunt.

'Is she a good cook?' Alison asked. 'Or is this family duty.'

'Both,' I said. 'So, not quite the onerous duty that it might be.'

Alison took a sip of the coffee that Vanessa had handed her, and then reached across and put the mug on the bedside table. As she did so, the duvet fell away, revealing her ample - and naked - breasts. I tried not to stare. And I tried not to seem surprised when Vanessa took off her bathrobe and slipped her naked body under the duvet next to Alison's (presumably) naked body.

'So ... what are you reading?' I asked Alison.

'Oh, just some smut. It's not that good actually. A bit predictable. I'm almost finished. You can borrow it, if you like. I'll drop it down to you sometime.'

'Thank you,' I said. (Oh, yes. I was quite the man of the world - when I was 21.)

In the early days of our 'relationship', I used to wonder how it might develop; but the longer it went on, the more I realised that it just was what it was. In my mind, I could picture Vanessa and I, in four or five years' time, still following our Friday night routine and then living more or less separate lives from Saturday morning until the following Friday. But I should have known that nothing stays the same for ever. And one Friday night, towards the end of September, when Vanessa was riding my cock cowgirl-style, she quietly announced that she was going out to Australia.


When I Was 21



'Oh. How long for?' I asked.

'Not sure,' she said. 'I've been offered a temp position at The University of New South Wales. But if it all works out, it could become permanent.'

'I see. When do you have to go?'

'Not for another three weeks.'

I must confess that, for a few days after that, I did consider whether perhaps I too should go out to Australia. We had a couple of Aussie guys working at CDP, and they certainly made it sound like a great place. But then I thought: If Australia is that great, what are these guys doing here in London? No, moving to Australia wasn't really an option. Not a serious one. The Vanessa chapter of my life was going to have to come to an end.

And if it was going to come to an end, at least it should come to an end on a high. It should end in style. I made a Friday-night booking for two at Scrivano's, the Michelin-starred restaurant in the then not-so-fashionable Notting Hill.

'Will I have to wear a tiara?' Vanessa said.

'Well, up to you,' I said. 'My only suggestion would be: don't wear knickers.'

'It's a deal,' she said.

In some ways, dinner at Scrivano's was not that different from supper at Vanessa's. We started with a couple of glasses of Veurve Clicqot. (Vanessa chose it for the dark yellow label.) Then we moved on to some oysters, followed by calf's liver with sweet and sour onions and polenta. To wash it down, a glass or two of schiava.

'I'm going to miss our Friday nights,' I said.

'Yes. I'm sure that I will miss them too. But life is life, and life goes on. And, anyway, I'm sure that you will find someone else with whom you can picnic on Friday nights.'

In the back of the cab, on our way home from the restaurant, Vanessa sat prim and upright, looking out the window as though she was seeing London's West End for the very first time. She also discreetly reached out and took my hand, which she placed between her slightly parted thighs. I had forgotten all about 'no knickers' - until, that is, my fingers discovered unguarded access to her soft, furry honeypot.

Back at the flat we made sure that we got our money's worth from the oysters - starting with a frantic fuck up against the wardrobe door. (It seemed a pity not to take advantage of the height-equalising properties of Vanessa's high-heeled shoes.) And then, the following morning, Vanessa and I took the train to Gatwick. 

'You don't have to come,' she said. 'I've been on aeroplanes before you know.'

'I do know,' I said. 'But I'm sure that you've never had this much luggage before.'

Vanessa just smiled her little smile.

The following week was all go at CDP. We had two big new business pitches going on; and, somehow, I had managed to get involved in both of them. We had late nights on Monday and Tuesday, and on Wednesday night I didn't even manage to make it home. But, by mid-afternoon on Friday, it was all over. About a dozen of us headed off to The Duke for a restorative ale and a bag of crisps. And then, somewhere about five o'clock I walked back over to Marylebone.

My intention had been to go home and maybe even go straight to bed. But, probably out of habit, I ended up popping into The Barley Mow. There was no sign of Charlene, but the new girl, Morag, seemed nice enough. I ordered a pint of Pedigree and set up camp at one end of the bar. I'd probably been there for the best part of three-quarters of an hour when a voice behind me said: 'Oh, good. Vanessa said that I'd probably find you here.' It was Alison.

'Hello,' I said. 'Can I get you a drink?'

'Thank you. A white wine spritzer. Yes. That would be perfect. Oh, and by the way, I picked up some Quiche Lorraine and some potato salad. I hope that's OK.'

Quiche Lorraine? Potato salad? Why was she asking...? And then the penny dropped. Vanessa had said that she was sure that I would find someone else with whom to picnic on Friday nights. 'Yes. Yes, perfect,' I said. 'I'll pop into the off licence on the way back and grab a bottle of wine.'

Yes, Frank, you got it spot on.

'When I was twenty one, it was a very good year.

A very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs.'

When I was 21.



When I Was A Junky



Note: If you're looking for dirty hardcore sex, this is NOT the page for you. Some scenes in this story were actually based on personal life experience. I hope you enjoy!

Hi my name is Katherine, a 39 year old housewife and mom from Florida. I'm 5'11 tall, 34b, with slender built, and dirty blonde hair. My long smooth legs are my best feature, and I enjoy showing them off to anybody who appreciates.

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It was not too long ago when my husband Steve introduced me to cocaine. Steve enjoyed it occasionally, while I eventually got addicted to it.

He had no idea about my addiction. Everyday while Steve was at work, I'd drive to his friend's pad. His name is Jerry, a small-time coke dealer. I used to hang out there while my husband was at work.

I normally didn't have money, but Jerry said it's fine. He said all I needed was to be sexy for him everytime I came over. It seemed to be a good deal for me.

Jerry loved my long legs a lot. He said they're the sexiest legs he's ever seen. 

So, I visited him one day wearing a white blouse, a very short skirt, matching lacey underwear, and a pair of high heeled sandals.

As I entered the door, I went straight in to sit on his lap, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He always loved that, while his hand caressed my bare thighs. That was when he let me snort my first coke of the day.

I felt the adrenaline right away. I got up from his lap and cleaned up some of the mess around the living room. After a few more hits, I cleaned up the kitchen too. 

A few minutes later, a couple of customers arrived. It was my job to make sure the customers feel comfortable. I served them their coke on the table, as I displayed my body in front of them. 

Jerry ordered me to undo all the buttons of my blouse, which I did immediately. My bra was exposed to everyone in the room, from my open blouse.

I sat next to some of the customers. Some groped my breasts from my open blouse, and others rubbed my legs from my short skirt. They even let me snort more from the coke they just bought.

After all the customers had left, Jerry told me to strip my blouse and skirt off. I willingly obeyed.

I was left with my bra, panties, and high heels, as I cleaned up the table again.

Then, another guy came. It was Jerry's biggest customer. It only meant that I should give him special treatment than the others. I already know what he wants. It's been the same thing every single time. A blowjob.

So I got down on my knees in front of his chair. I pulled his cock out from his pants and started sucking, while him and Jerry were talking over something on the table. I was between his legs with his hard cock in my mouth. My head moved up and down trying to suck the full length of his shaft. I knew what makes him cum, since that wasn't the first time I sucked him. I started to stroke his long hard shaft with my hand as fast as I could, while I licked his balls up and down. 

It didn't take long when he guided my mouth back to his cock, for me to take all his cum. I swallowed all his creamy cum down my throat. In return, he gave me a hit of his cocaine while I was still on my knees.

After he left, it was just me and Jerry. He told me to take the rest of my clothes off, which I did. I was standing in front of him completly naked except for my high heels on. 

He said he wanted to fuck me. So I stretched my legs as I stood, then bent over on the table from my hips. Jerry went around me. Without any warning, he shoved his huge hard cock right into my pussy. He was thrusting so hard. All I could do was moan. His hand was squeezing my breast, while the other hand was squeezing my ass cheek. His thumb was burried into my butthole as he squeezed my ass cheek so tight.

Jerry held my hair from behind and shoved my face on the table. He wanted me to snort some of the coke that was left on the table. I Sniffed everything I could, as my pussy was continuously pounded by his big hard cock. My butthole was being stretched open by his thumb.

He was fucking me harder and faster, until I felt him cum deep inside my pussy. 

He was a very busy man. He quickly pulled his cock out from my pussy, then told me to finish myself off, while he got ready to see the next customer.

So I went to the corner of the room and sat on the floor against the wall with my legs wide open. The next group of customers came in, while I was finger fucking myself in the corner. I felt so dirty finishing myself off after being used, while the last customers watched.

It didn't take long, I came all over my fingers. It felt so good. My fully exposed pussy was soaking wet.

I crawled back to Jerry for a last snort, before I had to get dressed and go home. He knew that I should be home before my husband did.



When I Was In College...



WARNING: I feel that this story, which contains adult content like many of my short stories, requires an extra warning. It is based on a true story, my story, and describes my brief addiction to meth amphetamines, which have gained much popularity in the US in the past ten years. I discovered in these times, how powerful a poison some drugs can be, and how they can end a life in so many ways. I do NOT condone the use of such drugs, and would advise that anyone NOT try them. It took me several years to get the stuff out of my system, and I have never regretted anything more. Please, do not try them at home. As for the rest of the tale... Knock yourself out.

Foreword

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In the summer after my graduation from high school, I had a definite unease towards the future. I knew even then that this was a fairly common emotion among those who are stepping out into the real world for the first time. I had many ideas of what I wanted, but had no idea how to get there. Luckily, my family was sympathetic enough, and my mother spent a lot of time talking with her parents. My grandma, a former school teacher and self-vowed chef, wanted me to come and live with them on their 10 acre property in the woods west of Redding, CA. There was plenty of room; a large studio apartment above the wood shop where my grandfather and uncle worked. It had a half bath, a large private porch (filled with junk like the rest of the house) overlooking the garden and pool; all that was to be 'mine'.

There was already lots of family there.. one of my mother's sisters and her brother lived right there on the property, with their kids (who were all 5 years younger than I). At the time, it sounded perfect... the place where I had played about on summer vacations... far away from my bitch of a mother, free meals from a great chef, and of course, the legendary 'Humbolt high' So, I applied for school at Shasta College, a pleasant little community college just down the street from my great grandfather, packed my bags; took Fred (my bird); and headed west.

My first semester of college went fairly smoothly. I took a very light load... one class... which I enjoyed, and passed with flying colors. I spent the rest of the time establishing my roots in the town, having brief relationships with a few college men, getting high, and half heatedly looking for a job. My family was starting to get a little annoyed with me those first few months (things started to get really bad when they realized 15 year old Shari was smoking) but in general, I was enjoying myself, and staying out of trouble... as best I could. Eventually my grandparents, in desperation to get this teenager out of their hair, told me to apply for a job in fast food.

Chapter One

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Burger King was the last place I ever expected to meet my first female lover; honestly, it was one of the last places I ever expected to be working; but there I was, putting frozen whoppers into the broiler machine when I heard them talking.

"Oh, isn't she just sick?" One of my snotty coworkers was gossiping as usual to her friend.

"Yeah, I know... have you seen her girlfriend? She always wears those spikes on her clothes and has all those piercings... it's so sick."

"Well, yeah, just don't ever say anything to Kim about it... she is after all the manager."

My ears were on fire. I couldn't believe what I was hearing... the quiet, demure woman who showed me how to spread mayo on the chicken sandwich and handed me my paycheck was in fact a real lesbian. I'd had fantasies about being with another girl for as long as I'd had them about men. I had announced my bisexuality to my friends and family at the age of 16, shocking my mother, and alienating a few friends, but I had never met another bisexual or lesbian woman. Now here, my coworkers were gossiping about someone that sounded like just the right person... experienced, and wild, like I needed.

I kept quiet, but kept my ears open for the next week or so, hoping to hear more about my dream punk rock girl; always making sure to be extra nice to my manager. Sure enough, one day the infamous girlfriend came to see Kim at work. Renea took my breath away. Her look was a very bad-ass style... I'm sure that some would have called her butch, but the oh-so female features in her face and her well shaped (larger than mine) breasts gave her away. Her head was mostly shaved, with a nice layer of pink hair that covered most of her scalp. Between her hair, leather clothes, the rings in her eyebrow and lip she looked deliciously dangerous. I had an instant crush on her. Sure enough, Kim introduced us, and I was thrilled to discover Renea's eyes devouring me as much as mine did her. We chatted briefly, before they had to leave, and I returned to my whopper duties, my imagination going wild.

That night, returning home, I explained to my grandma that I was really tired, and retreated to my loft above the wood shop. There I fingered myself to several orgasms, thinking of being with Renea, her teaching me the ways of serving a woman. I knew that night that I would be with her soon, and that so many of the fantasies had had for eight years were going to come true. I wanted to be her slave, to be the one that those awful girls gossiped about. I knew I was thinking about stealing my boss's girlfriend, but it didn't phase me. I wanted her.

The next few days, I was busy registering for my second semester of college, and had plenty on my mind, but the image of kneeling before Renea wouldn't leave me. When I had to work again, I was delighted to see on the schedule that Kim worked a shift overlapping mine, as Renea took her to and from work. Sure enough, about an hour before my shift was over, Renea and Kim came on in. Renea gave me a dazzling smile, and I wondered if she had thought of me as much as I had thought of her. When Renea casually told Kim that she was just going to hang out, and gave me a sly little smile, I about lost it. 

I asked for a short break and called my grandma, telling her I'd have to work a little late, and could she pick me up an hour or so after the usual time. She didn't question it in the least, and I went back to work, thinking about what might happen in an hour. My last hour of work passed after what seemed like an eternity, but eventually Renea and I were walking back to go and talk in her car. I found I was rather nervous, my palms sweaty, and my heart beating fast, but Renea just smiled and made casual small talk. We talked about a few things while sitting there in the car, but my mind was on one thing, and I suspected hers, was as well. 

Then she asked the magical question. "Have you ever been with a woman, Karmen?"

I shook my head, looked down, and softy replied in my best submissive voice. "No, but it's something I've always wanted."

When I looked back up at her, she took my face in her hands, and kissed me. I parted my lips, feeling her little lip ring touching my lower lip, and drowned myself in the most sensual kiss I had ever experienced. I had always dreamed that kissing a woman would be different, but the gentle kindness of it blew me away. It was like kissing someone who knew just how I wanted to be kissed. Our passionate embrace must have lasted for nearly 15 minutes, and when we drew apart, I felt that I would do anything for her. I suddenly found myself spilling my guts to her.

"I want to be your slave... I want you to show me the pleasure and pains of serving a woman... I want you to control me."

She smiled that dazzling smile at me, and said "I was hoping you would say that." She then explained to me how she and Kim had been friends since childhood, and lovers since their early teens, but that Kim had no desire to be dominated, as Renea always fantasized. We talked about it for a while, and then she asked me if I'd like to hang out with her that upcoming weekend. I happily agreed, and we parted with another incredibly erotic kiss.

The next few days couldn't have passed any slower, and my finger suddenly didn't seem to be as adequate. The time came, eventually, though, and I told my grandparents I was going into town for the day, be back later on. (I think they were happy to be rid of me, they thought me a little strange.) As I walked up to the gate I wondered what the day had in store for me. I didn't have to wait long, before I saw Kim & Renea pulling up in the same car I had experienced my first lesbian kiss. We pretty much drove around for a while, until Kim had to go to work. When we dropped her off, I wondered how secure my job was going to be, because I could tell Kim was not too happy about having another hen in the house. I tried not to worry about it too much, as Renea took me to back to their place.

I found my nervousness increasing as we got to her house, and she took me to her room. She must have sensed my fears, because she took my hand, and told me "It's all right... I know what you want... I know what you need... and I will give it to you. Now, let me see you." She motioned at my and my skirt, and I nodded in agreement. I felt her eyes watching me as I pulled my shirt off and my bra less breasts tumbled free, my nipples hardening by the sudden exposure to air. I saw her smile, and she motioned for me to continue, so I pulled my skirt to the floor. There I stood, in my panties, before this dangerous and beautiful woman whom I barely knew, who was looking at me with more lust than I'd ever seen. "I said I wanted to see, you, slave," she said sternly looking at my panties. Hearing her call me that brought wetness to my pussy almost instantly, and I almost made a mistake.

"Yes, I'm sorry" I said.

"Yes WHAT?" She barked out at me. "And I don't see those wet little panties of yours coming off either."

"Yes, Mistress," I stammered, trying to remove my panties as quickly as possible. When I dropped them into the pile with the rest of my clothes, I found I was shaking a little bit. 

"Nice, very nice," she said, appraising my body with her eyes. "Such nice round little nipples... I bet they like to be pinched." She grinned evil as she reached out and gave both of my nipples a friendly little twist. I moaned, but she covered my mouth with hers, and gave me another incredible kiss. My nipples were on fire, having never been exposed to pain like that before, but I was so turned on as our tongues danced together. After what seemed like too short a moment, she pulled away from me, and returned to her inspection of me.

I closed my eyes when I saw her approaching me again, and tried to stand still as her soft hand found my patch of hair. "Hmm, this will have to go," she told me matter-of-factly. "It will show off this big clit you're hiding down here." I was shocked... No man had ever found my clit, let alone tell me it was big. And the idea of shaving my hair... I had only had it for a few years... it was something that made me a woman, but the idea of shaving it turned me on beyond belief. I about hit the ceiling when her fingers grasped my clit lightly, and gave it the slightest pinch. "Ah, yes, we are going to have some fun together, I can see it now. You have a fair amount of training to got through, of course, but I first want to show you what you can have."

She led me to her bed, lay me down gently, and then slowly spread my legs apart. I tried to be obedient, and stay still as she began to kiss me again; but as her lips moved from mine, and started working their way down my neck to my breasts, I began lifting off the bed to meet her touch. I reached for her, wanting to touch her back, but anytime I moved she would move away from me. "Just sit still... I want you to know how good this feels." I started to protest, but stopped, knowing that was what I wanted. 

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered, giving myself over to her. I braced myself against the bed as she slowly sucked on each of my breasts, making my nipples as hard as rock. She spent what seemed like an eternity teasing them... licking and sucking, occasionally giving a slight nibble, sending waves of pleasurable pain shooting down through my stomach. Eventually, she moved from my tits, down my stomach, where she kissed my belly button. I had never felt anything like it before, and cried out a little as her tongue traced the line from my navel to the top of my patch of hair. 

She licked and teased my belly, then my calves, and then to the tender spots on the insides of my thighs. By the time I felt her hot breath on my pussy, I was silently begging her to let me come. I had been dreaming of being eaten out by another woman for years, but I had no idea what I was in for. She began by gently sucking my lips into her mouth (feeling that little metal ring on her lip touching my pussy drive me insane from the first touch). I moaned as the gently let my lips slide from her mouth, and she parted them with her tongue, opening my most sacred spot to her. 

Her tongue teased its way along my slit, coming just short of my clit, licking every inch and making me squirm. She must have teased me like that for hours, or at least it felt that way to me, because eventually I was truly begging her. "Please, Mistress, suck on my big clit... Please, fuck me with your fingers... Please, Mistress, make me come." She continued to tease me for a few minutes more, allowing me to beg for it for a little while. Then, just when I thought I couldn't possibly take it anymore, she slipped two fingers into my soaking pussy just as her lips wrapped around that big clit. My orgasm about knocked me out as she sucked harder and harder, lightly running her teeth against my clit, and fucking me faster and harder with her fingers. I couldn't stay still as I screamed into a pillow that I grabbed from her bed, writhing in absolute pleasure with her face locked onto my pussy.

She held me all the way through my orgasm, licking up every drop of juice that spilled from my pussy. When I had settled down, she lay with me and gently fondled my body. "Was it everything you wanted?" She asked me.

"Oh, yes, it was wonderful. Everything I dreamed of and more. I would love to give you the same pleasure." She laughed softly and shook her head. 

"There will come a time for that. But for now, I get my pleasure from torturing you. We are going to have much fun, together, my little slave."

I smiled at her, and half dozed off in her embrace. Later that day, when she dropped me back off at my grandparent's property, I was walking on air. As I scrambled down the hill on the footpath, my mind was filled with thoughts of what might happen the next time we met.

Chapter Two

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During the next few weeks, I was busy preparing for my final exam, working (separate hours from Kim, who didn't really seem to want to spend excess time with me), and talking to Renea on the phone as much as I could. For the first time since I had moved there, I was glad to have a private phone line. We mostly talked about missing each other, and trying to find ways to meet. I learned that Kim was not thrilled about her longtime girlfriend's new fling, but prized Renea's happiness above all. She did make it clear, however, that she didn't want us to do it in their house. Luckily, Renea had a good circle of friends, one with an apartment with a spare room that she was willing to share. So, a week or so after our that wonderful day, we met at Erika's apartment.

Her apartment had something of an empty feel to it; there was a TV, a couch, some exercise equipment and a few places with blankets on the floor to make up beds. Erika and I were introduced, and then she left for work, leaving Renea and I alone. All the previous week, I had stroked my clit fascinating about pleasuring her as I had tried to sleep. I was incredibly eager to please her. She could see the desire in my eye, and asked me what I thought. I started telling her about my fantasies, and how I wanted to learn to do what she had done to me. Renea just laughed.

"You are an eager one, my little slave. You will learn soon enough, but I have other things to show you now. First, we need to take care of that messy pubic hair. Come with me, slave," she commanded. I obediently followed her to the shower, butterflies flying in my stomach, trying not to reveal how scared I was of losing my precious pubes. She told me to undress, as she removed her own clothes. I had trouble keeping my eyes off of her large, round breasts, and tried to think something about bathrooms being small places. She drew a hot bath, and guided me into the tub. My fears began to dissolve away as she slowly sponged off my body, using the most gentle touch. 

She paid special attention to many areas; many that I had no idea were even erotic areas. I sighed as she slowly soaped my neck, and then my back, running her nail occasionally along my spine making me shiver. She switched positions, and began to slowly soap my stomach, using slow circular strokes. I melted under her touch, giving over completely. She eventually made her way to my breasts, and washed them ever so slowly, then tracing around my nipples with her fingertip, drawing little lines in the bubbles. I giggled.

"Oh, you like that slave, do you?" I nodded, looking into her beautiful green eyes. "Well, you should enjoy it while you can, I have a special surprise for these nipples later." Curious to know what she meant, I fought to keep quiet, knowing I would be punished if I asked. She lifted me from the water, and began soaping my legs, paying special attention to the insides of my thigh. "Now you're going to have to remain very still now. I promise if you are a good patient slave, you will not get cut, and I assure you that it will feel good when you give it a chance." I nodded again, and parted my legs for her, looking at my precious bush for the last time for a long while.

She took her time in lathering me up for the shave, but taking special care not to touch my clit or the line that led from it down to my ass. I remembered her advice, and kept myself still, although every touch was sending little jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body. I closed my eyes when she reached for the razor, and tried to concentrate on my breathing as she ever so gently and slowly shaved off every hair on my pussy. Several times, she held my lips and my clit to shave right around them, and I almost lost it trying to sit still. 

"Open your eyes," I heard her say to me, and I looked at her, realizing my hands were still shaking slightly. "It's done, take a look." I looked down, and was immediately aroused by the sight of it. My clit was now completely visible, and I felt suddenly very dirty in a very good way. "You like it?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, I do." I smiled at her, and she kissed me slowly letting our tongues intertwine for a moment, till she pulled away slightly and sucked on my lower lip. I suddenly realized how turned on I was, and couldn't hide it one bit. "Oh, Mistress, I'm so incredibly horny!"

"Well, I'll take care of that later, but for now I'll let you wash me." I happily took the sponge from her, and began to give her smooth skin the same attention that she had given mine. She would occasionally whisper in my ear, telling me to get her back there, her breast there. I delighted in exploring every inch of her body, amazed at how beautiful she was. She had the slightest patch of light red hair above her crotch, and I delighted in feeling it as I washed her. Her pussy was slightly different from mine, and I went to heaven smelling the aroma of the soap mixing with her musky juices. I wanted to taste it, and tried to do so as I rinsed her off, but she pushed me away. "There will be a time for you to learn, slave. You must be patient."

I nodded and finished rinsing her, then dried her with a large towel. She stepped from the tub, and toweled me off, causing me to cry out when I first felt the rough terry cloth against my newly shaved pussy. I knew how badly I wanted to come, but I didn't dare ask for it. She led me back into the bedroom, where a thin mattress had been laid out with a few blankets. "I want you to sit there, with your eyes closed. I have a special gift to give to you." I shivered in anticipation, and sat down with my legs crossed on the mattress, closed my eyes, and waited.




When I Was In College...



After a few moments, I heard the sound of metal clinking against metal, and one thought popped into my mind. "Chains!" I had been aroused by the sight of chains for several years, and had seen them in my fantasies many times, and was delighted to hear that noise. (I had often wondered what the guys at the hardware store thought of the pretty young woman holding and admiring the lengths of chain.) But now, Renea was telling me to open my eyes. Slowly I did, expecting to see a collar perhaps, or cuffs. She was holding a chain, yes, but it was what was at the end of the chain that widened my eyes and took my breath away. From the end of each chain hug a rather menacing looking little clamp, with a little wheel to adjust the tightness, and little rubber pads which covered, as she showed me, some very dangerous looking little jaws.

"Do you know what these are for, my little slave?" I hesitated to answer, but years of reading bondage fantasies reminded me that I knew damn well. 

"They are for my nipples, mistress," I said meekly, trying to look at the floor. As terrified as I had been about the shaving, these gave me an odd feeling in my gut, one like that of standing on the edge of a high cliff. 

Renea grinned. "You are a bright little slave, you are. I've been saving these for a long time, waiting for just the right girl. And those perky little tits of yours are perfect." With that, she began to roll my left nipple between her fingers, slowly at first, but increasing steadily to a pinch. I was moaning by the time she brought the first clamp up to the nipple. I looked away, but she took my chin and turned my head. "I want you to watch this, this time." I was trembling as I saw her open the clamps and place it around my nipple. I think she held it there for a moment to tease me, then checked to make sure I was watching again, and let the clamp bite down.

I yelped. I couldn't help it. I'd had my nipples pinched before, but never anything like this. The tiny jaws with their rubber caps just tightened down onto my poor nipple, and then kept that steady pressure. After a moment, the pain went down to a dull ache with a slight twinge of pain behind it. I couldn't believe how sexy it looked, and could feel myself getting wetter as I gazed at it. "Very good slave.... Are you ready for the next one?" I moaned and nodded, knowing I had no choice. She repeated the process with my right nipple, teasing it, then pinching it, then letting the other little clamp take over and do its job. She checked both the clamps, to make sure they were secure enough, and then took hold of the chain.

"You are completely under my control now, but I think you knew that." She gave the clamps a little tug as she said it. "Now it's time to learn that pleasure cannot come without pain." With that, she forced me forward onto all fours, and began spanking my ass. With every stroke, the chain would pull on the clamps, and send new waves of pain, shooting through my nipples to meet the fire that was building on my ass. I whimpered and moaned as time lost meaning, and all I could do was think of the sensations I could feel. It was incredible. I wanted her to touch me so badly, to never stop slapping my ass with her bare hand.

After what seemed an eternity, she rolled me over onto the blanket and began to lick my pussy again. I lost it right away. The feel of her tongue working on my clit, touching my freshly shaved pussy, coupled with the burning in my nipples and the redness from my ass drove me over the edge within minutes. I arched my back and screamed as she nibbled on my clit, and quickly pumped her fingers into me. She lifted her lips from my clit long enough to speak "Come for me, my little bitch, come all over my face with that pretty shaved cunt" I'm sure my cries were heard for blocks around, as I orgasmed, rolling into one spectacular wave of pleasure to the next. Right as I thought I couldn't take anymore, she reached up and removed the clamps from my nipples. I shuddered when then nerves in my nipples flared back to life, and she sucked on my clit for all it was worth. I cried out one last time, and passed out beneath her touch.

When I awoke, she was smiling at me. "You are a very good little slave, you know." I grinned, and hugged her, whispering 'thank you' over and over in her ear. She held me there for a while, and I again asked her if I might pleasure her. Again, she told me that I would have to wait. I told her then that I loved her, and was hers for as long as she wished. She knew I had to go back to Colorado for Christmas break, and we spent the rest of the day just being together. 

Before I left, she told me something that would stick in my mind for the entire week I was back in Colorado. "When you return, I will introduce you to some of my girlfriends, and you will learn how to eat pussy, like a good slave should." She then handed me the nipple clamps, and told me they were mine to keep... that she would call me and tell me when to put them on. I agreed and kissed her again and again, till my ride came to get me. For the first time in my life, I wanted Christmas to be over fast.

Chapter Three

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Returning home for Christmas was like any other family gathering; I received more advice than I cared to hear. Many of my relatives had heard from my grandparents that I had a girlfriend, and I spent much of the time trying to steer the conversation towards my classes. The whole time I was there, I secretly thought of Renea. I talked to her a few times on the phone after my parents had gone to bed. On one of these occasions, she told me to put on the clamps, which I had carefully tucked into my suitcase. I discovered that even 1000 miles away, she had complete control of me. By the time I returned to California, I was dripping with need for my Mistress.

When I returned, it was only a day before Renea invited me to come visit. When she picked me up at the gate, there were two girls in the car I hadn't met before. "Karmen, I'd like you to meet my old friends, Wendy and Robin."

I smiled and greeted them both, taking in a good look of each. Robin was a small girl, with short, light brown hair, and big, soulful brown eyes. I could tell right off the bat she was the shy quiet type, and found myself wondering what she wore underneath her baggy clothes. Robin struck me as the kind of girl who didn't get noticed very often. Wendy was a different story. She only stood about 5'3", but she had a deliciously slender hourglass figure. Naturally black hair framed her perfect heart shaped face and accented her green eyes. She took my breath away.

Wendy said she brought something that we could all enjoy, and that we should all go back to her place. It sounded like a good idea to all of us, so there we went. 'Her place' turned out to be her parent's place, and we all avoided her father and crept off to her bedroom. There was only one chair in the room, and a low twin size bed. Renea took the chair, Robin and Wendy the bed, and I sat on the floor. I looked around at the three girls, wondering what could possibly happen next, and saw Renea and Wendy exchange sly glances. 

The next thing I knew, Renea had arranged four delicate looking lines of speed across a mirror. "This is the latest thing around here, Karmen. If you'd like to join us, I'm quite sure we'll have a lot of fun tonight." I looked at her, a million things running through my mind. I thought about saying no, about saying yes, and eventually found that my sensible mental reservations were put aside by peer pressure and desire to fit in. With a nod, I did exactly as Renea showed me, and did the first line. Soon, our inhibitions were lowered far further than any alcohol could have done. 

We talked for awhile about life as we knew it... parties... sex... drugs... till eventually, Renea told her two girlfriends the nature of the relationship we had. Both Wendy and Robin were quite curious, Robin perhaps to a stronger degree. Both girls admitted that they were quite curious about sex with another woman, and Robin expressed interest in being a slave. I could see the lights twinkling in Sandra's eye as the conversation progressed.

At one point, Wendy and Robin stepped out to get some sodas, and Renea pulled me aside. "This is going better than I could have hoped. I've had my eye on Wendy for a while now, but I've never gotten her to be this open with me... I never even thought she was interested in chicks. If she is, I'll be her first. I think I'm going to let you play with Robin, but Wendy is MINE." She looked at me sternly as I said this. "Do you understand?" I bit my lip a little, thinking how I might not get to taste Wendy's beautiful white skin, and nodded. 

"Good, then there shouldn't be any misunderstandings." She smiled at me, and softly patted my head.

When the girls returned, Renea asked Robin if she would like me to dominate her. "Karmen, you need a little practice, don't you think?" 

I think I was about as shocked as Robin was. I had never pictured myself in the dominant position, but as Renea's slave, I was to do exactly what she told me. I looked, pleading Renea with my eyes for a moment, and saw I had no way out. "Yes, Mistress," I said, hanging my head.

Robin agreed, and was soon kneeling before me. Renea handed me a chain collar, which I placed around Robin's neck. I took her face in my hands, and gently kissed her, allowing our tongues to slowly intertwine. As we kissed, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it from her, revealing a lacy white bra. I traced its outline with my finger for a moment, and then slowly unhooked the clasp in the front. As her breasts sprung free into my hands, I broke our kiss. "You are mine now," I whispered to her. "I will show you pleasure and pain." 

She nodded, and I took her left breast into my mouth, and began to suck her nipple gently. I could feel her breathing deepen as I moved my tongue in circles around her areola. After teasing it for a few moments, I lightly bit down on her large brown nipple. She cried out in pain, but made no effort to stop me. I took her hands, and put them behind her back, telling her to keep them there. Taking her right tit into my mouth, I repeated my actions, pleasuring it as I would have liked it, then biting down to bring out that delightful little yelp. I moved back and forth, teasing her for a while, then stepped back, to look around.

Renea and Wendy were watching me closely, and Robin looked like she needed more. I smiled, and Renea nodded. I turned to Robin. "You are an excellent slave. Take your pants off for me." Robin hesitated for a moment, and then proceeded to obey. Her lacy panties matched the bra that now casually lay aside on the floor. I led her to the bed, and motioned for her to lay down. As she lay back, spreading her legs slightly, I admired her sexy curves, wondering why she felt the need to cover them up. She had large, full breasts, with areolas nearly the size of a half dollar and perfectly rounded thighs. I wanted very much to taste her.

I slowly pulled her panties off, trying to tease her with deliberate hesitation. I ran my fingernails up and down the insides of her thighs, and gave her flesh a few light and playful slaps. I admired her small, neatly trimmed patch of hair, then parted the lips of her pussy, inhaling her musky aroma. Eventually, I took a deep breath, and brought my tongue to her moist hole. I thought about all the times I had had my pussy licked, and tried to imitate those actions. I drew my tongue around her flesh, tasting her slightly sweet juices, delighted how delicious they were. After taking my time exploring her cunt with my tongue, I moved up, and slowly began to suck on her clit.

The drug in my system seemed to make me lose my sense of time, and I lost myself in the wet folds of Robin's pussy. While she writhed beneath me, I sucked on her clit for what seemed like forever, while using two fingers to slowly fuck her. I lost count of the number of times she came beneath me, and eagerly lapped up her juices every time. Eventually, I pulled away, and rested my head on her smooth thigh. I lay there for a few moments, till I heard Renea speak.

"What do you tell your mistress, Robin?"

"Mmmmm, thank you, Mistress Karmen." She answered.

I smiled, and sat back, feeling like I had done a good job. Renea smiled at me, and kissed my forehead as Robin dressed. "Did you enjoy the taste of pussy, my slave?" She asked me, grinning.

"Oh, yes, Mistress, very much. I had no idea that girls tasted so good."

"Ah, and you will never come back from it." 

We hung around in Wendy's room for a little while, then went out to do some shopping. On the way to the mall, Renea mentioned a party later that night at her friends Camellia and Dave's apartment. Everyone agreed that it sounded like fun, and the plan for the night was set.

Chapter Four

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By the time we pulled into the parking lot outside Dave's, the sun hung below the high hills surrounding Redding, but there was still enough light to check the place out. The building looked like an overgrown shack, and I wondered how it had withstood any of the earthquakes that repeatedly hit the area. Dave & Camellia lived on the second floor; and a narrow, open-riser staircase led to a tiny porch outside their door. Renea, Wendy, Robin, and I all huddled onto the small stoop and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a tall, thin blonde woman with short hair and several piercings. I presumed she was Camellia, and the handsome guy behind her was Dave. As they invited us inside, I got a good look at what was a rather sparsely decorated apartment, with many cushions and pillows lying strewn about the room. I was introduced to everyone, who besides the host couple included Dave's boyfriend. (This sort of shocked me at first to find Dave was bi, but I hardly even saw them glance at each other. His queerish boyfriend, a rather disturbed young artist, spent most of the party sitting on the kitchen floor feeling sorry for himself. Renea later explained that because of Dave's orientation, he would be about the ONLY man she would trust me around. She was rather the jealous type.)

Once I had met everyone, we all settled into various places on the living room floor (except Bryan), and began casual conversations. A few beers were popped open, and within a half an hour, it looked very much like a party. I was rather beginning to enjoy myself, and feeling rather good, when someone suggested we all play a game of poker. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were engaged in a serious battle of strip poker. 

I'm not the world's greatest poker player, but I'm also not the worst... Unless I'm playing to lose. Halfway through the game, I was sitting before a roomful of half-to-mostly dressed people in my panties. Renea's grin had gotten larger with each piece I stripped, and now she looked at me with an evilish glint in her eye. "Did you guys know, that my dirty little slave here has an enormous clit?"

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but at the same time, I felt the slight wetness in my loins increase about tenfold. A few of the girls giggled and Dave grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Is that so?" He said, winking at Renea. "Perhaps she could show us."

"Eh, wait until she loses the next hand, hornball, and remember, she is mine." Renea laughed heartily, and then from her vest pocket (she had been doing rather well in the game) pulled out a permanent black magic marker. "But for now, I have a little idea." She uncapped the marker and turned to me. "On your knees and face me, slut!" She commanded.

I blushed further but did as she said, sitting back on my heels with my hands behind my back. I closed my eyes as I felt the marker streak across my chest, just under my breasts. I gasped slightly at the sensation of the cool ink on my skin as she carefully lettered my belly. When she finished, I opened my eyes, only to see with shock that she had printed "BIG CLIT" in bold letters with an arrow pointing south across my torso. I gasped and let out an embarrassed giggle. Before I could speak, she had moved around to my back, where she lettered "SLAVE," and announced she was done.

This seemed to break the ice, and someone mentioned they'd like to see me whipped. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise, as Renea said she'd be happy to oblige. The poker was forgotten, my panties were removed, and I was led to the bedroom with Dave's belt around my neck.

The bedroom looked much like the living room as far as the scarcity of furnishings. The 'bed' was a thin but soft mattress, which Dave and Camellia flipped around to reveal cuffs attached at each corner. I'm sure my eyes lit up as they led me over to it, and had me kneel, facing the wall. Once the decided I was in a good position, they cuffed my wrists and ankles, then pushed my head down so my lips and nose touched the mattress, and my ass stuck high in the air. I could feel a light breeze brushing across my cheeks and blowing underneath just enough to stimulate my clit, which blossomed to its full size.

"My, my, she does have a big clit, doesn't she?" Dave commented and laughed, as he dug through a nearby chest and revealed a wide leather paddle. "Here you are, Renea, I think this should work for you just fine."

Renea smiled and took the paddle. She swung a few practice strokes in the air, and grinned at Dave. "Yes, I think this will work." 

Out of the corner of my eye I examined the paddle. It had a small wooden handle, and a wide leather strip about four inches across for striking with strong blows. It had small menacing strips cut out of the end to allow more air to pass through with each swing. It was quite ingeniously designed, and was sure to have a strong bite. As I knelt wide-eyed, I gritted my teeth, waiting for the first blow.

I didn't have to wait long... Renea cocked her arm, took aim, and landed a strong strike to my left ass cheek. I cried out slightly, more from surprise than anything else. Rather than hurting as I expected, it created sort of a fiery itch that started at the point of contact and spread outwards. As the heat radiated out, tickling every nerve in my body, a second blow matched the first on the right cheek. I gasped, and bit my lip hard enough to feel the point of my teeth. 

Blow after blow rained down, one after another. I lost count after about fifteen strokes, and began screaming and crying after ten. As she ruthlessly abused my ass, I found myself growing hotter and wetter. Whimpering, I tried to close my legs to protect my tender thighs, but the cuffs kept my legs spread wide, and my most sensitive areas vulnerable. Just when I thought I must be reaching my limit, she expertly swung a calculated blow aimed right for my engorged clit. 

The pain was like wildfire and I screamed like a banshee. Waves of fire and lust swept through me, and I felt a mini orgasm follow. I collapsed as best as I could into the mattress, half unconscious. Renea chuckled and brought the paddle to her chest. "I think that's probably good," she said. She held the paddle to my lips. "Kiss it, bitch" she commanded, and I gratefully did, amazed at such a simple instrument of torture. She handed the paddle back to Dave, then motioned to Wendy and Robin, who were watching wide-eyed, to release me. 

Several hands lovingly caressed my burning flesh, and someone rubbed a bit of lotion into the small welts left. As I settled onto my back, I noticed Renea's evil grin return. Before I could question it, she had pulled from her pocket the infamous clamps. Wendy and Robin, at Renea's nod, re-cuffed my hands and held me securely. Tears streaked down my face as she carefully applied each clamp to my nipples one by one. I softly pleaded for mercy, but my hips betrayed me by slightly reaching upward, seeking some invisible cock.




When I Was In College...



"Horny little slut, isn't she?" Renea laughed, and Dave and the girls nodded in agreement. "Camellia, would you like to see how talented this one is?" 

The slender girl smiled and nodded, and was quickly straddling my face. Wincing from the pain in my ass and nipples, I lifted my head to her juicy folds, and sampled her with my tongue. I was delighted to discover that Camellia's juices were uniquely different from Robin's... Shaved clean, it was easy to tell that Camellia had a softer taste, almost flowery. No one noticed my smile as I thought of how aptly she was named. Feeling a bit more confident, I began to eat her out in earnest. My tongue darted in and out of her folds, seeking every drop of the sweet nectar she could give me. 

I soon found myself wishing I could use my fingers to stroke her tight hole, but my bonds held me as tightly as ever. I found I could substitute with my tongue, seeking out her most tender spots. Camellia became more excited and began rhythmically grinding herself into my face. I responded in kind by switching back to her sensitive little nub and sucking as hard as I could. Her moans and whimpers filled the room as everyone else nodded and gave words of encouragement. "She's such an eager little whore," someone said.

"She's licking like a starving cat... Don't you ever feed this one, Renea?"

Their words were making me rather wet, and I could feel my wetness drip to the mattress beneath. The more excited I got, the more I wanted to make Camellia scream, and I ate with earnest. She began bucking against my face like she was riding a horse, and as I wrapped my lips tightly around her clit and bit down ever so lightly, she orgasmed, drenching my face. I felt a sensation of pride and heat start at my chest, enflaming my nipples and spreading outwards. 

I was so turned on, that I began to shake. Like a helpless child, I began to plead. "Oh, please Mistress Renea... Oh please, may I come?"

Renea pretended to think about it, and everyone laughed. I pulled at my bonds, my desire taking over everything. "Well, slut, I think we should leave it up to Camellia.... After all, she's the only one who knows if you did a decent job."

Camellia looked up through her post orgasmic haze, being propped up by many of the nearby pillows. "Oh, Renea, I think you could say she did okay," she said, and mockingly drifted off with a happy sigh.

I breathed my own sigh of relief, and knew it wouldn't take much. Renea whispered to the other girls, and then to Dave. When she turned back to me, she was smiling, and began to gently and slowly twist my clit. Being almost more than I could stand, I began to writhe in my bonds, biting my lip, and tried not to scream. I managed to stay relatively silent, until I felt about six more hands touching my body. Some touched along the welts that had reached around my thighs, while others pinched the tender flesh held by the nipple clamps. I lost control, and as a massive orgasm started to rip through me, I began to scream with ecstasy. I felt a hand grab the chains on the nipple clamps and yank them off, while long fingers reached deep into my pussy. 

I don't remember stopping screaming, being released, or curling into a content ball in the corner, but I most certainly passed out. The next thing I recalled was Renea kissing me awake, telling me she loved me. It was nearly three am, and with a happy grin, I rode in the back of Wendy's car back to my Grandparent's place. I practically floated down the hill, into the house and up the stairs to my bed. I knew then it was one of the best parties of my life, even if I spent half of it passed out. As I fell asleep, I wondered what the new day would bring.

Chapter Five

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Renea called that next morning, but not with the greatest news. Kim had been giving her a hard time, and wanted to spend time together... Without me. I didn't think much of it at the time, especially when Wendy called me, and invited me out for the day. "Bring some money!" She ordered, when I told her what Renea had said, "We'll have a little fun of our own." 

I agreed, and soon the two of us were driving around Redding, trying to decide what to do. Wendy asked me if I had brought some cash, and I showed her a crumpled twenty I had found stuffed in a dark corner of my apartment. She grinned somewhat evilly, and said she could turn it into something more valuable. Before I realized it, she had bought us a tidy little bag of speed. I was surprised at how easily she obtained it, but didn't make any complaints.

"Where should we go now?" She asked. "Gotta do it somewhere... I'd rather not do it in the car."

I shrugged, thinking secretly of other things I would want to do with her in the car.

"Well, I guess we could go back to Dave's and see if anyone's around," she suggested.

"Sounds good to me," I answered with a smile, remembering the events of the previous evening. I figured Renea wouldn't mind if I went back without her.

Soon, we were again standing on the fragile porch outside of Dave's apartment. He answered the door, and smiled. "Well now, isn't this a pleasant surprise! Come on in."

We came in and settled in comfortably down amongst the cushions. "We thought we might come and party with you, man," Wendy said, pulling out the sack she had just purchased.

"Um, sounds all right, but I don't want any of that shit... Rots the brain," he replied. 

Not realizing then he was right, I retorted with a smile, "more for the rest of us, then."

"Camellia's at work, but I've got a little pot we can smoke if you like," Dave offered. 

Thinking about it, smoking a bowl sounded a little better to me, so I agreed, while Wendy turned him down. "I guess I'll take a little of both, then," I said, chuckling to myself about what a little addict I had become. 

We broke out all the various paraphernalia, and before long, the three of us were sitting around giggling, high off our asses. I found my inhibitions leaving me, and before long, we were engaged in heady gossip. "Renea's pretty strict with you, isn't she?" Dave asked me.

"Well, I like it that way," I told him.

"You mean being hers alone?"

I stopped a moment, feeling my face flush. "No, more that I like being told what to do."

"So, you would let someone else tell you what to do?"

"Well.... Not without her to say I could, I suppose... but..." I sort of drifted off, knowing that finishing my sentence could get me in trouble.

Wendy lit up, and looked at me. "But what?"

I bit my lip, and felt a bit concerned. "But.... I do rather miss being with a man... I don't think I'm the perfect lesbian like Renea wants me to be."

Dave smiled and winked at me. "That's about what I thought... I happen to know there's nothing wrong with liking both sides. Besides, you look like you need a good fuck."

I gasped, surprised by his frankness. "Is that an offer? I thought you had a girlfriend."

Wendy laughed as Dave took his turn to look flustered. "Well, I do, but she understands that sharing can be fun." As he spoke, he raised his eyebrow at me, and I knew it was actually an offer. I looked at Wendy, who was looking at me with the same sort of curiosity in her eye as I must have had looking at Renea. At that moment I knew I was going to be getting into trouble. I hadn't been with Renea for very long, but I knew she had the potential to be dangerously mad. Something told me I had the chance to behave, but the speed coursing through my veins seemed to encourage me to act.

I lowered my eyes, placing my hands behind my back, and looked humbly at Dave's feet. "May I serve you, then, Master?"

Dave chuckled and stroked his goatee. "Well, I think you can follow me... Both of you." Wendy and I grinned at each other as we followed him down the hallway to the bathroom. He motioned for Wendy to sit down, and for me to kneel, as he began to explain. "I was thinking last night that you two were definitely the cutest chicks here, and I would love to see you two together. Karmen, why don't you give Wendy some of what you gave my girl last night?"

I looked at Wendy with a submissive look. "Would this please you, m'lady?" I asked her. I trembled slightly, thinking that I didn't deserve to pleasure someone as hot as her. I wanted to serve her as much as any other.

She shyly grinned at me, and nodded in agreement. "I won't do anything with Dave... He's too old a friend, though I will answer as his slave. So if you want to try... Go right ahead."

I felt a rush of euphoria as she spoke, feeling like I was dreaming. Dave nodded encouragement, and I gently lifted her skirt and began tasting her thigh with my tongue. By now, I felt I could eat pussy all day, every day, and I drank in her juices like ambrosia. She tasted quite similar to myself, a little musky and a little sweet, and I was happy to indulge my cravings. I used two fingers to stroke her gently while I sucked on her clit like a piece of candy. I lost track of the time as her thighs pressed into my hair, urging me on more. It seemed apparent to me that she liked it quite a lot.

I thought about Renea's words, but consequences didn't seem to matter as I teased Wendy's pussy with my tongue, bringing her to the edge and slowing down, drawing her from the crest of one orgasm to the next, never quite peaking. I figured that to please her was worth any trouble I could possibly find. As I slowly fucked her with my fingers, I began to nibble on her clit as I had Camellia's. Wendy grabbed my hair and held my face to her tightly as she sprayed my face with her juices. I happily licked up every drop, then softly sucked on her clit, till she pushed me away.

I looked up to Dave, who looked like he was lost in Heaven, and noticed a rather large swelling in his pants. "Did this please you, Master?" I asked with a sly grin.

He nodded furiously, and began to unbutton his pants. "Now, you horny little slut, I'm going to give you what you need!" His cock sprang out and stood at attention. Smiling at it's very nice length and width, I laid back on the bathroom floor as Wendy leaned back on the commode in a content state of bliss. I gasped as he entered me, my body adjusting to the new sensation. As he slowly pushed deep inside me, my eyes closed and I let my body take over. Soon, we were rhythmically grinding together, his hands pinning my arms to my sides.

After just a few minutes, we had managed to slide across the bathroom floor, and soon my head was banging against the porcelain of the bathtub. "Perhaps we should move somewhere else," Wendy commented, and we quickly moved into the bedroom.

"Here, Wendy, help me with this," he said, pulling out the cuffs at the corners of the mattress. Soon, I was tied spread eagle, and Dave was positioned to enter me again. "Now sit on her face, till she makes you come again, girl!" 

Wendy seemed more than happy to help, and as she lowered herself down onto me, I felt his cock slide back into me, and I shuddered with the sensation. Feeling like so much was happening, I focused on Wendy's clit, sucking and licking it till she whimpered. I strayed my tongue down across her asshole and lightly licked it, enjoying the slight squeals she made. Dave must have enjoyed them too, and began fucking me harder, forcing me to pull at my bonds. Wendy seemed to pick up on it, and began grinding her pussy right into my face. My nose was pressed right into her hole as my tongue explored around her ass. 

I suddenly discovered that I could hardly breathe, and the feeling of suffocation began to hit me. For some reason, this greatly excited me, and I thrust back against Dave with furious passion. He sensed the change in me, a sudden eagerness, and reached over to release one of my hands. Instinctively, my hand flew to my own clit, which I began to rub with raw abandon.

Just as the lack of air was beginning to make me feel lightheaded, a new sort of orgasm began to wash over me. A fire began at my clit, and waves of pleasure coursed through me, making me shiver with delight. Surprising me greatly, suffocation made me come harder than anything I had encountered before. Wendy pulled back a bit, and I dove into her folds with my tongue and fingers, sucking with feverish lust, wanting to thank her fore what she had just done for me. Soon, she was again writhing with pleasure against my lips, just as Dave's cock began to enlarge inside me. As Wendy cried out, he pulled his cock from my pussy and sprayed his hot sticky juice all over my chest.

I felt delightfully dirty, and was momentarily lost in that wonderful world I've learned to call 'sub-space'. Wendy, also, seemed to be a little starry eyed. Dave untied me, got a towel, and helped to clean me up. Afterwards, as we lie in one happy, sweaty pile, I hardly gave a thought to what Renea would say if she found out what I had just done. When I did think of it, I just reminded myself that she had spent the evening with Kim... She could have come with us, after all. All the same, I wasn't quite looking forward to answering to her.

Chapter Six

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When I did finally speak with Renea, it was a week or so later. I chose not to mention what had happened the night after the party, and She didn't seem to know anything about it. I figured (though not too well) that I had gotten away with it scot free. When I told my grandmother I was going to go out with Renea, she surprised me by suggesting that Renea be the one to take me down for a bimonthly doctor's appointment in Sacramento.

I had been taking lithium for a few years then, started back in my freshman year of high school after hearing a friend claim to be 'manic-depressive'. Every two months, I needed a blood test and a prescription refill. Renea sympathized, having several prescriptions for psycho-acrtive drugs herself. She said she'd be more than happy to take me. Of course, our first thought was not scripts, but more a basic theme: the Road Trip.

She borrowed Kim's car, and on one sunny California day, we were headed south on I-5. We had barely left town when I mentioned that I had a bit of speed left from the previous weekend. I casually left out the parts about my experience with Dave and Wendy, and Renea seemed grateful to get high. (Thanks to my cousin Rose, I always had a little marijuana, but Renea didn't like to smoke it... She claimed it made her feel crazy... Go figure.) Soon, we stopped at a rest area off the freeway, and in the parking lot, shared a few lines. After a few minutes, I was feeling buzzed like never before, and wanted to do "something," so I offered to drive. 

Speeding down the highway, adrenaline rushing through my veins, punk rock blasting through the stereo, I had one thought in mind... 'Let's get wild.' I thought about the checkbook in the front pocket of my army sack, and a light bulb appeared in my mind. "Want to go shopping?" I asked Renea with an evillish grin. 

"With what?" She asked. "I don't have any cash."

"Well... I have a co-checking account with my cousin Shari... There's only about twenty bucks in it... But the stores don't know that."

Renea laughed. "Oh, I get it... Sounds good to me... Maybe we can even find a room in Sacramento and stay the night."

I grinned, and felt rather powerful as I took the next exit into Chico and pulled into a shopping center. Giggling like schoolgirls, we walked into a Walgreens, feeling like we owned the store. We browsed around a bit, looking at various items, laughing at the equipment for the elderly, and playing with the blood pressure machine. We were looking around the make-up section when Renea lit up.

"I have an idea," she said. "I think it's about time we did something about your image." 

For the previous three years, my style had been rather unique but unchanging. I wore long skirts, oversized T-shirts (usually black) and a ratty pair of black 'Converse' tennis shoes lavishly decorated with pentagrams and such with a black magic marker. I had short hair, shaved underneath so that a thin layer hung around my head, mostly in my eyes. Makeup rarely touched my skin, as I found it to be something of a hassle. Otherwise, I mainly looked like your average young college girl. A bit nervously, I glanced at Renea and replied softly, "If you wish, Mistress."

She chuckled, and began tossing things into our basket. Soon she had a variety of black eyeliners and shadows, lipsticks and nail polishes as well as a box of hair dye the shade of a raven's breast. I just bit my lip and watched as she dragged me around the store. We eventually arrived in the pet section, and I blushed as she began fingering the various chains and choke collars. Picking one out, she put it around my neck to try it out. "Yes, this will do," she said. 

I turned scarlet, waiting for some old man to come around the corner. Luckily, none did, and she dropped the collar into the basket with the rest of our things, and motioned for me to follow her to the cash register. I could feel my heart beating like a sparrow's wings as I filled out a check for a total more than what was in my account. As we left the store I felt invincible. "That was too easy," I stammered excitedly. Spotting a large chain bookstore in the shopping center, I gave Renea's vest a little tug. "I'd like to go there if you don't mind." I pointed to the bookstore and smiled.

She nodded, and I practically ran the distance to the doors. As I walked in, I felt like a kid in a candy store, looking at all the stacks and shelves of books. For once I could go and buy all the books I wanted! I pinched myself, and began looking about the store. I took my time, and within about two hours I had more books than I could carry. Feeling triumphant, we placed our hall on the counter and reviewed my selection as the sales girl scanned them off. 

I had several Burroughs novels, Junky and Naked Lunch; a few books on lesbianism and society; one or two on philosophy; a deck of Tarot cards with several companion books; as well as a few others. While browsing through the sexuality section, a lesbian couple in their late twenties smiled at us and whispered to each other about being young and in love. I felt like a renaissance woman as I wrote another bad check and gathered my purchases. 

Renea hardly noticed my pride as she checked out the sales girl. "Do you think we could seduce her, my slave?"

"I'm sure we could, Mistress," I laughed as we strode out the door and back to the car.

As we pulled into Sacramento, the sun was setting and I was feeling a bit horny. "Damn!" I stated as I looked at the fiery globe setting behind the hills. "I wanted to hit the ocean this trip, but I think it's getting too late. We need to find a place that will take our check." I grinned evilly at Renea, who nodded, so we began scouting around for places.

The first few hotels and motels we checked out were rather disappointing. Either they wouldn't take the check, or neither of us was old enough to sign for the room. After getting bad news in several places, a clerk recommended a motel not too far away that didn't need a deposit at all. After copying down the address, we hurried back to the car.

"I swear that guy was checking you out, Karmen," she told me. "I sure hope you weren't flirting with him."

"No, Mistress Renea, I wouldn't dare do that."

She eyed me suspiciously, but said nothing. She started the car, and we headed off to the location the guy had given us. Before we even arrived, it was obvious that the place was in a rather destitute part of town. We saw several bums on the way, and while pulling into the motel parking lot, saw a man who looked remarkably like a pimp. We locked the car and hurried to the office, feeling a bit nervous and high.

"Thirty bucks a night, check's fine, no questions asked," the rather slimy looking individual behind the bulletproof glass told us.