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The Stable Ch. 01

By: EtienneDesire



Three couples stood outside of the stables as the last of the corporate sponsors were ushered out of the area. The horse races were long over, it was nearly midnight, and despite the festival atmosphere the stable guests were reminded that the horses needed to rest. You can always come back tomorrow, the crowds were reminded. Except for the six people standing in the murky dark at the far end of the stables.

The sultry summer air was thick with the smell of the barns, a scent of earth and the cloying, musty-sweet smell of horses. An occasional whinny was carried on the gentle evening breeze, and as the six people stood at the only stable door that remained open a casual observer would have detected a nervous air about them. They were the biggest sponsors, the owner of an oil company, his wife, and their guests. It was obvious from the cut of their clothes and the jewelry worn by the women that they were no stable hands, and they seemed out of place among the piles of hay bales and saddles that lay strewn around the barns.

A tall man in jeans and a red shirt walked up to them, his tanned face ruggedly handsome, his slate gray eyes missing no detail as he came to a halt before the anxious group. He glanced over his shoulder, ensuring the last of the guests had left the stables and the gates were locked before he turned to speak.

"We're almost ready, so if you'd like to come into the barn we can get started." His words sent a ripple of excitement through his small audience, and they followed him into the stable. Once the six had entered the building the man paused to slide the heavy wooden door closed on it's track, and he locked it shut with a heavy padlock. 

It was a typical stable they were in, made up of a wide hallway lined with ten stalls per side. The stalls were twelve by twelve feet in size and all had heavy sliding gates made of iron bars. A wooden half wall on the right side of each gate allowed the horses to peer out into the hallway, and the group followed the man in the red shirt to the far end of the stable. The stalls were all full and a handful of the horses had their massive heads poking out into the hallway, sensing the anticipation of the group as they walked to the end of the barn and the only empty stall. The sound of a hoof pawing the bedding in one of the stalls reverberated through the barn in a series of dull thuds, and at the opposite end of the hallway one of the horses looked down the length of the barn, shaking its head and whinnying insistently. 

The group gathered in front of the empty stall, which was lit by a single light bulb in the ceiling. The dim light spilled out into the hallway and cast shadows into the corners of the stall, and as the six looked into the cubicle they saw that it differed slightly from the rest. It was cleaner, only slightly so, the walls still covered with the dust of the barns, but the floor had been covered with a fresh layer of sawdust. There were leather reins hanging from the walls inside, along with a collection of crops and polished stainless steel bits and clips that glinted faintly in the warm, light. Along the back wall of the cubical was a low padded bench, and beside it a galvanized metal bucket.

"Now, there are a couple of rules you all need to follow," the man said, standing between the group and the stall, his hands on his hips. "First of all, you are free to talk among yourselves, and once we begin you can do anything you feel you would like to do, but it must be here in the hallway." He looked at them, unsmiling, before continuing. "You are not to enter the stall under any circumstances. And you are not to speak to or touch anyone but the others in your group. No one speaks to or touches either the filly or the stud. These rules are firm, and if you break these rules the evening is over. Is that clear?"

All six in the group nodded in silent obedience. The man knew that they had gone to great lengths and great expense to arrange this evening, and he was confident they would follow his directions to the letter. He did one final check of the stall to ensure all was in place before walking to a small intercom box bolted to the stable wall.

"Bring her in," he said into the box, and he opened a smaller door beside the larger one he had locked earlier.

After a few long minutes of nervous silence the group could hear the sound of footsteps outside the door. A female trainer, dressed in snug black riding pants and a red blouse, stepped into the stable. She held a thick leather lead in her hand, and the group released a collective gasp as the filly was led into the barn.

She was a magnificent creature, her mane of chestnut hair falling past her bare shoulders in shimmering, silky waves. She had been immaculately groomed, they saw, and her body rippled as she took slow, deliberate steps into the stable. Her eyes were big and dark and she ignored the group with a regal sense of indifference as she was led to the door of the stall. The men and women of the group had known what was coming but none of them could fully grasp that it was real. Her pretty face showed the barest of makeup, only some liner and shadow to bring out her eyes and a deep red color on her lush lips. The filly had been toned by workouts but retained a strikingly voluptuous figure, her bare breasts swaying gently as she walked at the end of the lead, which was fastened around to a wide leather collar around her neck. Her tanned skin was flawless and looked as soft as satin, and her tight waist gave way to full, fertile hips. As she was led into the stall they could see the fullness of her high rump, which held an exaggerated heart shape before tapering to shapely, strong thighs. She wore nothing but a pair of black leather boots that reached her mid thigh, the four inch stiletto heels clicking on the concrete of the barn floor until meeting the sawdust in the stall. 

The trainer snapped the end of the filly's lead to a gleaming metal O ring that was attached to a leather strap, then removed the lead from the front of the filly's collar and reattached it to a clip on the back of her neck. The strap was looped over a pulley in the stall's ceiling, and the trainer tugged on it. The pulley creaked quietly as lead lifted up, and she tied the strap to a hook at the side of the stall, effectively securing the filly to the middle of the stall while leaving her a little slack for movement. The trainer stroked her hand over the filly's mane, whispering something to her that brought the faintest of smiles to the creature's lips before kissing her forehead gently and exiting the stall.

"She's beautiful," one of the women in the group said to the man in the red shirt, her eyes darting over the filly's curves. 

"She's the best we have," the man replied with a nod. "We have had a hard time breaking her - she's still got a wild streak in her - but I'm sure you'll agree that isn't necessarily a bad thing." 

His comment elicited a quite laugh from the group as the filly simply stood in the middle of her stall, staring at the group without reaction to their words. She shifted from one foot to the other slowly, bending her knees one at a time to shift her weight. She exuded a nervous energy, one that made her seem like she could bolt at any moment. The leather lead, it was obvious, was a good idea. The man in the red shirt glanced at the trainer.

"Bring in the stud," he said quietly. 

The trainer exited the barn and there was the metal rattling of a stall or cage being opened. A few seconds later she walked back through the door, followed by a single blonde stud.

He was naked and they could see was tall and broadly built with a thick, muscular chest and broad, powerful shoulders. His fiercely intense blue eyes darted to the group as he walked past them, looking away with the same passive disdain that had darkened the filly's eyes. His waist was tight and the bulging muscles in his thighs rippled as he padded barefoot over the concrete floor of the barn. He was handsome and strong, his body perfectly defined, and his cock swung with proud virility between his thighs. He was well endowed, uncircumcised and thick, and his heavy balls hung low and full as he walked into the stall without being led. 

The filly reacted to his presence cautiously, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air, her eyes narrowing as he slowly paced the length of the stall. He circled her slowly, the blue of his eyes growing deeper as he eyed her with silent hunger. He took a step toward her and the filly pulled back, the pulley her lead was attached to rattling in the barn roof as they sized each other with their eyes. The women in the group exchanged worried glances as they saw a flash of fear in the filly's eyes as stud ignored the sound of the trainer rolling the stall door closed.

"Easy, boy," the trainer said as the stud took another step toward the skittish filly. He took a step back, his eyes burning into the curvaceous woman before him.

"One more thing," the man in red said as the trainer gathered a few things to take with her out of the barns. "You will be alone in here but we are going to be watching on camera. You are here to watch, not to interfere. If anything happens in there that is a concern, we'll deal with it." He paused. "Only us." With that he turned and walked out of the stable with the trainer in tow, sliding the barn door closed.

In the silence, the group exchanged nervous glances. "This is crazy," one of the women said finally, shaking her head. 

"Look at them," another of the women said, her eyes glued to the sight of the stud slowly pacing around the filly. He walked slowly and, they saw, was becoming aroused. "They are like animals."

"Jesus, he's big," one of the men said, holding his wife's hand as they watched him circle the chestnut. She was pacing with him now, attempting to keep him in her sight at all times.

"Is he?" One of the other men said with a anxious chuckle. "I haven't been able to take my eyes from her tits since they brought her in." His wife gave him a weak smile before they both turned their attention back to the stall.

"They're both fabulous," the third woman spoke, her eyes devouring the scene before them.

The stud reached for one of the filly's hips, his big hand barely missing her as she darted to one side. He made a low growling sound from deep inside his chest and continued to pace around her, closing the distance until she was walking slowly backward in a tight circle, the stud's eyes on hers. He reached for her again, with his left hand, and again she tried to feint to the side. He was ready for her this time and caught her arm in a tight grip. She emitted a high, short squeal as he used her arm to turn her around, pulling her back into him holding her securely against his body. 

She was breathing harder as she began to struggle, not hard but with a slow undulation of her body, trying to loosen his grasp to no avail. She tossed her head as he nuzzled her neck, and the group was frozen in silence as he began to squeeze her heavy tits in one hand while holding her arm tight with the other. 

As he pawed at her the filly tossed her head wildly, her mane of chestnut hair flying into his face while his big hands moved to fill themselves with her body. He moved quickly, both hands cupping her tits and using that purchase to hold her to him as the group stared in fascination. She twisted to get out of his grasp and when she did he pulled her against him harder. Her face became a mask of determination as she reached back with one hand and raked her long nails down the side of his neck. The stud let out a roar, his grip loosening just enough for her to slip away. One of the women let out a gasp as she saw the long, deep track the filly left in his neck, from just under his jaw to his collar bone. Stepping away from him, she lifted her finger to her mouth, staring into his eyes as she slipped her finger into her mouth and tasted his blood.

The stud touched his fingers to the deep scratch and pulled them back, bloody. His head quirked to one side curiously, and he brushed his fingers over his bare thigh, leaving a smear of blood. He was fully aroused now, his big cock jutting out toward her as he stood there, just staring at her. Her breasts rose and fell with the rapid pace of her breathing, and something passed between them, a silent communication that seemed to threaten the filly as she began to back away from the stud before he even began to walk toward her, until she was straining on the end of her lead.

The group had shuffled forward unconsciously and were now up against the bars of the stall door, as close to the two as they could get. Just as they settled in against the bars the stud dashed forward. The filly looked frightened and moved to dart around him but he was too fast for her, his muscular legs straining as he found purchase in the sawdust of the stall. He went not for her body this time, but for the leather lead that ran from her collar to the ceiling. Thinking he had missed her, the filly bolted for the other side of the stall. He jerked hard on the lead, snapping her head back as her collar dug into her skin. Caught off balance, she let out a strangled cry and spun on her stiletto heels, falling to her knees with a deep grunt. 

He was on her then, his hands going to her mane and gripping tight, holding it close to her scalp with both hands. Her lips went tight as she attempted to pull back, her hands slapping at the fronts of his hips as his fully engorged cock bobbed in front of her face. She tried to look to one side but he only shook her hard by her hair, causing her to squeal with her mouth closed. As she slapped at his hips he jerked her head again, and as if could no longer wait for her to open her mouth he began roughly rubbing his cock and those heavy balls over her face, smearing her lipstick as he sighed deeply.

"He's a fucking animal," one of the women breathed softly. Her nipples were jutting up under the silk of her blouse and her husband was standing behind her, rubbing her hips with his hands. None of the group reacted as they watched the pretty little filly struggle to get onto her feet. The more she struggled the harder the stud held her down, continuing to run his huge cock over her face even as she slapped at his hips. He pulled back to shift his grip on her hair and when he did one of her flailing hands connected with his rigid cock. Her open palm slapped him hard and cracked loudly in the stall, the group gasping with surprise. The stud snarled though clenched teeth and, holding her mane firmly, lifted his right hand up above his shoulder and brought it down at a sharp angle, backhanding the pony's pretty face. 

The six watching gasped in unison, watching as her head tossed to one side even though her still held her by the hair tightly. Stunned, her body slumped, momentarily drained of fight, a stream of blood spilled over her lip, running down her chin. The stud didn't hesitate in capitalizing on her dazed condition, grabbing his cock with one hand and pushing it between her swelling lips. He began pumping his hips as soon as he felt the heat of her mouth, thrusting that big cock into her mouth with hard, fast strokes as the filly coughed and gurgled around his shaft. 

"Oh my god...look at him," one of the women whispered, eyes locked on the sight of the stud's hard cock streaked with blood, pumping into the pony's mouth. "He's choking her...Grant?...she can't breathe..." Her husband didn't respond, still shocked at the sudden fury that had erupted between the two in the stall. 

The filly was struggling to regain her composure as he fucked her mouth, and since she couldn't move her head she began to claw at his hips and thighs. Even as she was leaving deep furrows in his skin he was unrelenting, jerking her head forward to meet his thrusts until suddenly, with a loud cry, he forced her to take his entire length into her throat.

"Jesus..." one of the men whispered, watching as her face began to redden from lack of oxygen. 

"Did he come?" one of the women asked rhetorically as he held himself deep in the filly's throat. She was writhing, gagging hard over his huge cock, her tiny hands balled into fists as she pounded at his stomach, trying to get him to let go of her.

"Look at her gag," one of the men said with a tone of astonishment. As repulsed as some of the group felt they could not look away and were becoming aroused despite their disgust. One of the women had unzipped her husband's pants and had slipped his rigid cock out, stroking him slowly as they watched.

Finally, with the filly making a deep coughing sound and tears streaking her face, the stud released her. She slid from his cock, gasping for air loudly as he stepped back, looking at her. She fell forward, one hand supporting her while the other went to her throat, a long line of saliva tinted red from her blood hanging from her mouth. He walked to the back of he stall and picked up the padded bench, easily handling the weight of it as he set it down in the middle of the stall. Taking her arm he pulled the filly to her feet, effortlessly throwing her over one end so the two of them were facing the left side of the stall. He grabbed the collar around her neck and worked the gleaming buckle, freeing her of her restraint.

Her strength had apparently returned as she began to buck her hips, tossing her head and whimpering as she tried to move away from his searching cockhead. He had already gained position on her, however, and she wasn't able to fend him off as he pinned her with both hands at the small of her back, disabling her from moving her hips. She kicked back at him with the gleaming points of her boots but he either evaded her attempts or absorbed the pain of the blows she did land. She wiggled her hips, her rump rippling fetchingly as she tried to get away, earning herself two hard slaps that left big red blotches on her skin.

"God, look at that big pony ass," one of the women panted, leaning back against her husband as he rubbed her through her skirt. The stud snorted loudly, digging his fingers into the pony's flesh.

"Oh, I think he likes that," the woman said with a coy grin. Even though it was against the rules, the woman leaned closer to the bars and cooed "Do you? Do you like that big pony ass, boy?" Again he snorted loudly, gripping the filly's rump tightly.

"He fucking loves it," one of the men said lustfully, watching as the stud grabbed his cock and prodded at the filly. "Look at him; he's trying to mount her." 

Ignoring their comments the stud was pushing his hips forward, stabbing at the filly with an eager cock. He was as hard as marble, his cock jutting upward and engorged to an immense size, seeking her opening with hard thrusts. The filly relaxed suddenly, still breathing hard but no longer fighting as the stud centered himself behind her. The group on the other side of the bars stared into the stall, all eyes fixed on the thick length of cock the stud was pushing toward the filly's pussy, silenced by the thought of seeing him finally take her. 

The filly, motionless, waited until the last second before rearing backward. She pushed against his cock, forcing it to one side while she pushed her rump back toward him. Getting a grip on the padded bench the filly shoved her body backward and, taking the stud off guard, forced him to step back. It gave her just enough space to slip to one side, evading him as he lost his grip on her lush hips. 

The stud let out a ferocious growl and reached for her, his hand grabbing at the flesh of her round ass as she stepped away, gripping her and holding her by a tenuous handful of her ass before she broke away completely. The filly darted gingerly to the far side of the stall and spun to face him, his cock swaying as it jutted from his hips, his eyes burning into hers with the intensity of total and complete want. 


The Stable Ch. 01



The summer heat was killing Lissette as she walked up Main Street to the library. Her daily routine of job hunting was getting depressing. Wasn't the point of college to make her more employable? She was so lost in thought she walked into a man coming out of a café.

"Oh I am so sorry sir," she said, trying to wipe the coffee off of his perfectly starched white shirt.

"It's no problem. It's dry cleaning day today anyway."

"I feel terrible and it's white too. Ohh. Are you sure the stain will come out?" Lissette never took her eyes off the mess as she patted the spots with a napkin.

"Miss, if you keep touching me I'll have to touch you."

Lissette jumped at his statement. "What? I'm sorry." She looked up realizing just how much taller he was than her. She quickly took in how handsome he was too. His blue eyes and dark hair combo was appealing.

"Don't be sorry. I don't mind the touch, but I'm just letting you know that I will reciprocate." Brent's voice was touched with a little teasing but he was serious. The chocolate beauty in front of him was delicious to look at, and he was not going to be shy about expressing his desire.

"Good day to you sir," Lissette said sternly. "And I hope that coffee was hot." She was no longer sorry for spilling it on him.

"It was hot, but not as hot as you're going be when I get my hands on you."

"Dude you are crazy?" The sir was gone, now she just wanted to clout him. Lissette walked off leaving him on the sidewalk.

She was two blocks away from the café waiting for permission to cross from the traffic signal when he pulled up beside her. She did not notice him again as she was caught up fuming at his previous come on.

"Hey, Beautiful. Where are you going?" he called out to her.

Lissette ignored him. Praying for the light to turn green. When it did, he proceeded alongside her trying to get her attention. Finally, she stopped and stared at him.

"What can I do for you?"

"Can I give you a lift?"

"No I'm fine thanks, Mr. Mercedes," Lissette replied noticing the car. A gleaming white, convertible with black and chrome interior.

He laughed at his new nickname. "Okay, suit yourself. But I promise you this. I am going to fuck you. That body of yours is made for riding cock. You maybe embarrassed to hear that, but the truth is the truth."

Lissette stared at the man in the white Merc. Is he for real? The way he looked at her told her was.

Brent patted the passenger seat inviting Lissette again. She shook her head in refusal, and walked away. Brent continued driving along side her telling her all the filthy things he wanted to do to her. By the time Lissette was a block from the library he was in her head. She was turned on, but she did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing.

Lissette made her way up the library stairs. Her home away from home. Although she had internet at the house she felt more productive when she was here. Job hunting was time consuming, and at home she got distracted easily. She got to the front desk and asked for the bathroom key. The receptionist looked up at her wondering if she was okay. Lissette was normally more composed, but today she looked flushed and anxious. Ms. Barker surmised that perhaps she just needed to use the bathroom really badly.

Lissette walked into the bathroom and went straight for the sink. She looked at the image staring back at her, wondering what is it about her that made Mr. Mercedes take notice. It was one of her Plain Jane days so she just could not see it. She wouldn't say she was a knockout, but she did look decent. Her features were a mish mash of various ancestries. Her skin was a flawless hue of cocoa. She had her mother to thank for that. Mrs. Baynard had an intensive skin regiment that she passed onto Lissette. Her natural hair was in a bun. She liked to keep it off her neck during the summer. After she had completely scrutinized herself she concluded that Mr. Mercedes was just having a bit of fun. She wanted to gather herself a bit before she started working, so she splashed some water on her face.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as most of the water soaked the front of her shirt. This seemed to be the icing on top of the odd day she was having. As she continued to berate herself there was a knock on the door. Lissette paused she really hated being interrupted, but it was a public bathroom so she really could not complain.

"Someone's in here," she called out.

"I know," replied a deep masculine voice.

Lissette shook her head in disbelief. That man was incorrigible.

"Give me a minute," Lissette responded with a sigh.

"Okay."

She took a deep sigh again, and wiped her face. Lissette looked down at her wet top, the moisture and air-conditioner on her skin caused goose bumps to rise and her nipples to harden. She opened the door but before she could completely step out, a hand came out to her throat and the other covered her mouth. With swift movements she was pushed back gently, but with urgency.

Crystal blue eyes locked on her startled ones as his feet kicked the door shut. "I am going move my hand from your mouth, but you have to promise you won't scream. At least not yet anyway." Brent flexed his fingers around her neck to reiterate his point. He grinned when he saw her eyes widen.

Lissette nodded. Brent's 6'3 frame towered over her daring her to not keep her promise. He removed his hand from her mouth.

"Are you insane? This is a library!" Lissette spat out. She had promised she was not going to scream, but she was ready to cuss him out.

His squeezed her neck as he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Shhhh! You know what I am here for." 

The bass in his voice, his breath on her ear made shivers run down her spine. She clamped her legs shut when her nether place responded to him. His tongue darted out and stroked right behind the lobe. Lissette gasped and tilted her head slightly giving him more access.

Brent continued to assault her neck as he switched their positions. She pulled away and backed up against the door, thoughts of reason invading her mind. Her eyes drank in the sight before her. Mr. Mercedes was fine, disarmingly so. The more she studied him she realized he was not as old as she thought initially, perhaps five years older than her, and sexy as sin even in a coffee stained shirt. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she saw he was doing the same to her. Appraising. Qualifying. Desiring. Lissette's brain was all over the place. The wrongness of the situation was in conflict with how sexually inspired he made her feel.

Brent reached out and hooked his fingers into the front of her shorts pulling her towards him. He loved the way the shorts hugged her ass and showed off her muscular legs.

"Sit."

When she resisted he grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her to him. He kicked her legs apart and dragged her down. She reduced her struggling after a few brushes of her nipples against his chest made her pussy sparkle. They locked eyes again. Brent moved his hand up and down her back in slow circles. Lissette closed her eyes as she allowed herself to go with the sensual flow. Her hips slowly rocked against his hardness. She was so engrossed in the sensations coursing through her body she did not feel a hand move until it stroked her neck, tracing her collarbone to the channel between her breasts.

"Take off your shirt." His commands were short and precise.

Lissette opened her eyes considering if she really wanted to go this far with him.

"If I do it I will rip that shirt off. I'm sure your nipples won't mind the way they're calling to me." His voice edged with something more. Lissette could not put her finger on it, but she knew she'd better remove her shirt herself.

Lissette slowly complied not realizing the pleasure she was giving Brent. He was loving show. As each button was loosed the anticipation was building in him and hurting his cock. She got off his lap to put it on the hook. He watched her intently. Brent was expecting more shyness from her. Lissette was not built like a Victoria Secret model. She was thick and curvy. Her stomach was not super flat, the softness of her sides gave him something nice to grip onto.

Lissette turned around after hanging up her top. The way Brent was looking at her caused more juice to seep from her already tingling center. She sat back on his lap and he dove right in, cupping her breasts sucking on her nipples through her bra. He was through with the slow pace he had been taking. He wanted to devour Lissette. It had been a long time since he had been so brutally aroused. Brent unsnapped her bra and threw it in the sink. With unbarred access to her chocolate DD's he went to town. He pulled and twirled Lissette's nipples, causing her to buck and grind against his straining cock. Brent knew her sweet motion would cause him to cum quicker than he would have liked.

"Get naked." His voice was rasped and eager.

As Lissette did as she was told. Brent did the same. When she bent over to pull off her panties he slid two fingers into her hot taut pussy. Lissette bit her lips and moaned. He knew she was going to be tight, but the way she gripped his fingers made him want to get his cock in her immediately. He grabbed her by her bun and pulled her up. When she saw his cock her mouth watered. Lissette stroked her clit. It was slick and still juicing over her fingers. Brent was enthralled. Lissette had transformed from resistant to more than willing, it spurred him on.

Brent grabbed her hand and sucked on her fingers. Lissette threw her head back enjoying the sensations of his mouth on her hand while the other stroked her pussy. Her intimate liquid was flowing freely. She was ready to receive him, all nine inches of his thick hardness.

"I want you to ride me."

Lissette hovered over him and paused. Brent could feel the heat emanating off her cunt. He could not wait. He hugged her and slammed her down on to him. The fit was gloriously snug. Lissette saw stars as she was stretched and her breath left her. Brent held her still before he began undulating beneath her. Lissette held him around his neck tightly as she began to ride him back. She started off slow to grow accustomed to the girth and length of his cock. With each rock she felt the tip graze her cervix. The fire that was growing in her made everything else melt away. She shifted in to third gear and worked her hips with fervor. She wanted to cum so badly she was hyperventilating. Lissette had not felt this full, or this sexed in a long time. She felt the tentacles of fireworks starting in her toes, travel up her thighs into her stomach and peak in her pussy walls. Brent could feel all the vibrations in Lissette's body. He could feel his cum rising and got in-sync with her movements so they could arrive together. As their orgasms took hold of them Lissette sang a note, and Brent growled and bit her shoulder.

They held each other trying to get their breaths and strength back. Suddenly there was sharp rapping on the door.

"Excuse me? Hello? Are you okay in there?"

"I'm fine Ms. Barker. Sorry I've been in here so long. I just got some great news." Lissette lied.

"Fine, but please remember this is a library." With that she walked away.

Lissette listened until she could no longer hear the clacking of Ms. Barker's heels. She stood up to get dressed. The return to reality had been startling. She looked at Brent his face was still filled with lust. She blushed as she snapped her bra back into place. He reached out and stroked her thigh. She paused giving him the opportunity to proceed to where he wanted to go, because despite the magnificent orgasm she just had she wanted more too. He was now kneading her thighs drawing her towards him. He inhaled her pussy. The musky heady aroma made his dick hard again.

He cupped her vagina. His middle finger stroked her molten canal swirling both their cums. He withdrew his finger and placed it in her mouth. Lissette sucked the nectars with enjoyment and lewdness, not wanting to free his finger. He submitted his tongue to sample the brew he had just made with Lissette. She gasped with pleasurable surprise and opened her thighs to give him better access. This was not enough for him though. Brent hiked her right foot onto the handicap rail. Now he had a clear and uninhibited view of his target. His mouth unleashed a torrent of sucking. His tongue probed as if he was trying to erase any traces he had been there at all. He pinched and grabbed her ass. Lissette was losing her grip on her senses again, falling sharply into an abyss of carnal satisfaction. Her whimpers of encouragement made Brent high. He wanted to make her cream for him again and again. He sucked on her silken nub, gently grazing it with his teeth. Lissette went into overdrive announcing repeatedly that she was coming. And when it happened she crushed his face into her crotch, gripping his dark hair tightly and rode his face, drowning him in her juices. Without any contact his dick spurted onto his stomach. She broke away from him, and backed away. Her skin felt too sensitive to be touched. 

Lissette assessed his face. The sheen on it beckoned to her. She leaned over and began licking him, savouring the taste of her sweetness on his face. Slow, barely there flicks, she descended to his chest, then onto his stomach. When she got there she devoured his second load. It was sweet, creamy, and surprisingly delicious. She wished there was more. Unwittingly as she ate the cum off his stomach her nipples grazed his thighs, making her squeeze hers shut trying to calm the electric shocks going off. She finished up and continued to get dressed. 

Brent looked at her as she moved around silently. He wanted to say something but could not find the words. Something had gone awry. He looked at her straightening her bun, and wanted to stop her, help her, something. He just wanted to touch her. She pursed her lips as she looked in the mirror. Tilting her neck from side to side looking for any signs of what just took place. Lissette did not know what to say so she decided saying nothing would be best. Why spoil the experience with fumbled words. 

When she was satisfied she picked up her bag and headed out the door. Brent slammed the door above her head and kissed her neck. Lissette moaned, as much as she needed to leave Mr. Mercedes sure had some sweet lips. He had wanted to kiss her since outside the café, but was trying to hold himself together. That would take this thing to another level of intimacy he could not afford. However there was something inside of him egging him on, almost daring him to. He held her face in the palms of his hands and kissed her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth stroking hers. Lissette returned the kiss with the same passion. He did not want to stop, but knew he had to. He had a life to get back to and so did she. He slowly released her. His piercing blues connected with her browns. They were both trying to read each other through the lust, but they were indecipherable.

He opened the door and Lissette walked out trying to appear steady. Whatever she planned to do today was shot to hell so she made her way back home. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her shorts; her pussy swooned at the possibility of more. Lissette knew that it would always remember Mr. Mercedes and the library bathroom. While reminiscing she felt something odd in her pocket and pulled it out. It was a business card with the picture of a rooster on it and a phone number. Lissette smiled and put it back. Gotta keep that safe.

*******

Brent sat in his car reminiscing about what just transpired with him and Lissette. Why was she so quiet afterwards? What was she thinking? His cellphone rang interrupting his thoughts. He looked at the caller ID, it was his partner Carla.

"Hey Carla."

"Hey you. So how did it go?"

"It went better than expected."

"When you say better, what do you mean?"

"I fucked her, and she was brilliant. I even think she was holding back."

"Hmm, I hope you did not hold back."

"Bye Carla."

Brent got off the phone feeling something odd in his gut. He knew fucked himself royally. He should have never eaten her or kissed her, but he could not help himself. Everything about her beckoned him. He looked at his phone hoping that the next call would be from Lissette. He wondered how long he would have to wait.



The Stable Ch. 01



"Get her, boy" one of the women breathed. She wanted to see him stud the filly, they all did, their desire eclipsing their initial concern for the beautiful pony's safety. 

The stud turned his head and looked at her, the first time since entering the stall that he had acknowledged the presence of the six onlookers. The dark fury of his eyes froze them into silence, and he turned back toward the filly with something resembling total resolve. He stepped toward her and his cock bobbed with swollen weight, his hardness not fading in the slightest as he closed in on the trembling, sweating filly.

She darted toward the stall door this time, toward the onlookers as the stud reached out for her again. He lunged toward her with perfect timing and caught her arm in one of his big, powerful hands. He turned with her as she raced for the bars of the stall door and then flung her backward, her feet churning as she fought to keep her balance, crying out as she failed and tumbled to the sawdust covered floor. 

She rolled over and bounded to her feet, sawdust clinging to her back and thighs as she kicked at him again, the sharp toe of her boot barely missing his thigh as the stud, seemingly enraged now, ran toward her. Her screams seemed fragile and weak as he gripped her arms and shook her, snarling and uttering loud, throat growls as he pushed her back toward the bench. He spun her around and forced her over the padded top of the bench, this time slapping her voluptuous rump hard, making the filly jump and squeal as she fell over the bench for a second time.

"Think he'll let her get away again?" a man asked of no one in particular as the filly pushed up and away from the bench.

The stud was ready for her this time, though, and his hands went to her shoulders as she came up, shoving her back down with cruel force. Winded by his blow the filly let out a strangled moan as he kicked her feet apart, her boots scuffing over the floor of the stall as he grabbed her waist and pinned her roughly against the bench. She kicked and thrashed but his hands were holding her waist with a vice like grip and he held his prize against the padded rail with cold confidence. 

She was sobbing now, gasping with the effort of trying to keep the stud from mounting her. Her fight was futile, as the six in the hallway soon saw, and the stud once again bent his knees and pressed the swollen, purple head of his cock into her. 

To be continued...



The Stable Ch. 02



My apologies for the many months of delay on this story. Life, sadly, intrudes.



He found her this time, her eyes widening as the thick head of his cock pushed past her folds, spreading her as he pushed into the silken heat of her pussy. She wasn't wet, not yet, and the women in the hallway cringed as they watched the filly grit her teeth against what they knew must have been incredible pain. Her lips yielded to the brute force of the stud's huge cock and he sunk into her, inch by burning inch, his brow furrowing in pain and arousal as he felt her heat soak into his rigid flesh. He pulled back slowly while still holding her tight and allowed a thick rope of saliva to roll from his lip. The onlookers watched as he spit on his aching cock, wetting it for the filly's swollen but dry sheath, and one of the woman let out a low moan as the white froth of his saliva dripped from end of his engorged shaft. 

"She can't take that," the boldest of the women, an elegant redhead, whispered as her husband rubbed her full tits from behind. Her husband murmured distractedly as he massaged his wife's breasts, his eyes fixated on the lush curve of the filly's ass, her skin glistening sheen of sweat.

"He's going to make her," another of the women answered, her eyes never leaving his huge cock as he pushed into the filly again. "I've heard they breed them like this sometimes." She said it flatly, as if it was an afterthought, but before anyone could respond her voice rose with sudden excitement. "Oh god, he's taking her," she cried.

The stud had pushed deeper inside the filly's pussy but now he reared back, every toned muscle in his perfect body taut and flexing. The filly squealed and writhed under him as his hips rushed forward, his body slapping wetly against the curve of her full ass as he drove all the way into her. 

She fought him viciously, her nails raking his forearms when she could connect with him and leaving pink rows on his skin. He ignored her thrashing except to pin her tighter against the bench, holding her with his weight as his hips began pumping hard and fast and he leaned over her, grunting as he fucked her tight, dry pussy. The filly screamed shrilly, her cries echoing through the stable and making some of the horses along the pass way whinny and stomp in the adjacent stalls. 

Her head tossed from side to side as she kicked back toward the stud, her boots scraping the skin on his shins and calves as he shifted to avoid the full force of her kicks. He continued to thrust against the filly's luscious rump even as she fought, his need overriding anything else in his mind. She started to sob then, tears of pain and anger welling in her big brown eyes as he stretched her tight tunnel around his cock. Her pussy had started to moisten despite the force, and the slick sound of the stud's huge cock reached the onlookers as her tears began streaking down her cheeks. 

"He's really hurting her," one of the men, the doctor, said with the tone of a man who was having second thoughts. As if to punctuate his words the stud released his grip on the filly's waist with one hand and brought it up in the air, bringing it down hard across her round, rippling ass, causing the onlookers to wince in unison. 

The filly let out a garbled cry, coughing and shaking her head as the red from his slap bloomed over her ass cheek. The hot sting of his slap rippled through her body and fed her anger, her hips jerking from side to side as she tried to wrench herself out of the stud's grip. He slapped her again, harder this time, on the lower curve of her ass where it swept gracefully to her thigh. She jumped and squealed, reaching backward and striking the stud's chest before he pushed her effortlessly forward. 

As she fell over the bench the filly reached and guided her hand to her now wet mound, suggesting she was attempting to pleasure herself while the stud pounded his cock into her slick pussy. Instead of stopping at her warm, swelling clit the filly instead reached back further until her hand was under the big, heavy balls swaying under the stud's cock. She hooked her fingers and clawed at him there, her blood red nails digging into his skin ruthlessly.

The stud roared in pain and again the filly bolted, dashing to the corner of the stall beside the door. She was close enough for the onlookers to touch her, although none broke the rule of no contact. They could smell her, though, the primal smell of sweat and sex and fear rolled into a thick, sweet musk that drifted between the bars and tempted each one of them. 

The stud, enraged, grabbed the bench and hurled it against the back of the stall and snarled as he closed in on the trembling pony. She bolted again, trying to outrun the stud as he pounced. His long legs brought him closer than she realized and he swept his leg to the side, kicking her feet out from under her and sending her tumbling to the floor. 

He fell upon her as she scrambled to get away, his big hands smacking against her ass as her cuffed her hard with four quick slaps. He got back on his feet as she tried to crawl away on all fours, her feet slipping in the sawdust over the floor before he grabbed her hair, brutally jerking her head back and forcing her to her knees.

The onlookers gasped and whispered as they saw a hint of the deep furrows she had clawed over his balls. She had scratched him deeply and the stud was obviously intending on making her pay for it. He fisted both hands in her hair and shook her like a rag doll, arching his hips toward her face and rubbing his balls over her face. She tried to pull away, pushing on his hips and craning her neck, which seemed to anger the stud even more. He raised his hand and even as one of the women outside the stall gasped 'No!' his hand arced downward and he slapped the filly hard across the face with an open palm.

Her face was pushed in the direction of the stall door by the force of the blow and each of the six onlookers watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, momentarily dazed. The stud ignored the whimpering moan that escaped the filly's throat and pulled her face back between his thighs, rubbing his heavy balls over her face. She had scratched him deeply enough to draw blood, and now her cheeks were streaked with faint red smears from his wound.

Pulling back he pushed his cock into her mouth, forcing her head down onto his long, thick shaft as he pumped his hips. The head of his cock nudged the back of her throat as she gagged on his thickness, a gurgling sound coming from her throat as it bulged with the intrusion of his cock. He fucked her mouth with the same brute force that he had taken her pussy and pulled her head forward to meet his thrusts, her body shaking under him. Her tits, big and round and heavy, jiggled as her face flushed crimson and he thrust one last time and held his cock deep in her throat, her lips stretched around the base as she looked up at him, tears running down her face. 

He let her go with a loud grunt, removing his hands as quickly as he had laid them on her. She fell back gasping and coughing, one hand going to her throat as he fell to his knees behind her. The filly made a feeble effort to roll away but the stud's hands were on her again, this time flipping her onto her stomach. She was facing the stall door and looked up at the onlookers with pleading eyes until the stud roughly hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her ass up into the air and forcing her face to the floor. 

He held his cock at the base and slapped it against the filly's rump a few times, still coated in the thick spit of her throat. He raised himself up higher on her, mounting her from a different angle this time, and the redhead drew in a sharp breath as she saw the wet streaks on the filly's round ass left behind by the stud's swollen cock. 

He was magnificently engorged, the skin of his heavy cock stretched tight over the marble hardness of his shaft. The massive, swollen mushroom head of his cock bumped against the lush curve of the filly's ass as he thrust toward her, seeking the wetness of her folds. The filly, while slower now, somehow found a reserve of strength and moved her hips just enough to keep the stud from mounting her, and his deep growls grew louder as his frustration grew. 

Impatient, one of his big hands raised up to his muscular shoulder and came swinging down hard, slapping the filly's rump hard enough to make her lurch forward. She cried out, a sobbing yelp that was heartbreakingly erotic, and the whip crack sound of his palm on her flesh echoed in the stall. She was clawing at the floor, scrabbling away from him as he slapped her again, this time hard enough to send her tumbling to one side, rolling away from him. 

The stud fell on her then, his thick arms reaching to ensnare her. Rolling onto her back the filly used her booted foot as a weapon, kicking at him viciously as he neared her. The sharp heel of her boot dug into his chiseled chest and ploughed a deep red furrow into his skin. He roared in pain and rage, swinging instinctively toward her but his massive paw missed her face by inches as she pushed herself from him, kicking back against his chest for leverage. She slid across the sawdust floor just far enough to roll from the panting stud again, crawling franticly toward the iron bars of the stall gate. 

Just as the filly grabbed hold of the iron bars the stud reached for her leg, grabbing her ankle with both hands. He pulled with merciless strength, stretching her as she held fast to the bars, crying and tossing her head, her chestnut main whipping around her toned back. As the stud pulled her back toward him she gripped the bars harder, even as he dragged her further back into the stall, her body tense, her skin glistening under the dim lights. Unable to hold on the gorgeous creature flopped forward, her big, heavy tits scraping against the floor as he dragged her toward him. 

She was crying, gasping, panting with exhaustion and still she was fighting, in vain, to keep herself from being drawn closer to the stud's massive cock. She was no match for his power, though, and the time for cunning had long past. This was a test of strength and she was bound to lose. The six observers were stunned into silence, aroused past any recognizable point as they watched the animal lust on display before them. 

The stud grabbed the filly's fertile hips and flipped her over roughly, onto her back once again, and roughly jerked her across the floor. Closing the last few feet between them he pushed her legs apart, wary this time of her flailing boot heels, and fell over her quickly. She was too close to kick at him and once his hands gripped her upper arms he had her pinned to the floor and in perfect control. Despite her continued thrashing he lifted his hips back, his muscles taut with anticipation, and he thrust his massive cock toward her once again. 

Finding her entrance easily, the stud shook her as he entered her swollen, creamy folds. She thrashed still, bucking her hips in an attempt to pull away from his seeking shaft, but his loud, growling moan hinted at the pleasure he felt at finally feeling the soft heat of her pussy. She strained in his tight grip, arching her back until all that was touching the floor was her luscious rump and her shoulders, her cries rising in pitch as he pushed deeper. He stretched her tight around him, the head of his thick shaft sinking into her channel. She was impossibly tight, or perhaps it was just that he was massively thick and long; either way, she let out a loud, keening cry as he pushed into her with greater force. 

Her body refused to take him – or simply couldn't take him – and he growled loudly, shaking her again in frustration. He drew back, not enough to lose connection with her, and then pushed forward. The filly's body lifted again, her shrill cries echoing through the stall and causing the other horses in the stable to whinny and stomp their concern. Leather creaked, harness buckles rattled, hoofs stomped, and the night air was thick and sweet with heat and the scent of clover. The stud continued pushing into her, drawing back and pushing forward, again and again, working his cock into the filly's tight pink slit, stretching her wider as he pushed deep. 

The filly's moans caught in her throat suddenly, her eyes snapping open wide, locking on the stud's glowering blue eyes as he met with sudden resistance and, with all the force he could muster, pushed into her with one hard, punching thrust. Her scream was unbridled, loud and shrill and full of pain and rage, tapering off into a deep sob as her pussy was forced to take him. Open now but still as tight as a vice, she felt him throbbing inside her, his hips against hers tightly, his fingers bruising her arms as he held her still. Sweat trickled down his broad back as he looked down at her, each of his panting breaths ending in a low, rumbling groan. 

The two stopped moving for the first time since they had entered the stall. She looked up at him, her dark eyes meeting his, her nostrils flared, her tits heaving as she fought to control her breathing. Still he was motionless, holding himself inside her. He slowly relinquished his grip on her arms, holding himself over her as he looked down with questioning eyes, as if to ask her if she had had enough. 

She laid there on the sawdust covered concrete, impaled on his pulsing cock, and her lush red lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible grin. The stud's shoulder settled as he relaxed, and just as he did the filly's left hand flashed upward, connecting squarely with the side of his face. The force of her slap tossed his head to one side, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent. Far from the intense heat of the violence before, the stud slowly turned his face back to hers and they smiled at one another slightly. It wasn't their faces that startled the observers, though. It was their eyes. Locked onto each other's gaze there seemed to be an understanding that passed between them, a silent agreement in a language beyond the capacity of mere words. 

He leaned down toward her and she lifted her head to meet him, their lips meeting in a kiss that could have been called tender in another place. They licked at each other's cuts, tasting their blood mingling, and their tongues moved together in a slow and hungry dance. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped him, and when he didn't pull away she took it again, biting hard this time, forcing him to pull back, leaving a self satisfied gleam in her dark eyes. 

The stud began rocking against her then, her brow furrowing as he pushed into her, her voice quieter but her soft, high cries matching his shallow thrusts. He ran a big hand over one of her tits, cupping it gently before squeezing hard, as if seeing her suddenly for the first time. The sensation caused him to push harder, bearing into her with greater force and she let out a sharp yelp, her head snapping back as her eyes closed tight against the pain of his cock stretching her. She looked back at him, her breath shallow and quick, and she gripped his thick, bulging arms with her delicate hands, sinking her nails into his skin as he drew back and thrust into her hard.

Her cries matched his rhythm, her body jerking each time he drove into her but now she was not pushing to get away but was clinging to him. Her hands worked up his thick arms and reached the roundness of his shoulders, squeezing and pumping him, encouraging him, her legs lifting and wrapping around his waist. The stud began thrusting harder still and the sound of his hips slapping against her filled the night air, punctuated by her high, sobbing cries as she took him impossibly deep. The observers had no way of knowing, although they may have guessed, at how deep he was inside her. She would wince at the thrusts but was encouraging him with her moans, her eyes never leaving his as he undulated against her, her body jerking forward with every pounding push of his hips. 

One of his hands nested in her mane, the other tight on her lush hip, and he lifted himself again and again, balanced on his knuckles as he gripped her hair. She gouged his shoulders with her blood red nails, thrashing under him as she felt the head of his shaft reach deep within her, first nudging the entrance to her womb then pushing against it insistently. With every perfectly aimed thrust of his hips he touched that tight circle inside her and then, when she shifted her hips slightly, the both let out shattered moans as his cock found her innermost sanctuary. His cock head pushed inside her womb, reaching up into it with brutal force as she clung to him, wailing now. 

His hips were a blur as he pounded her relentlessly, her pink folds blushed deep red now, gripping the thick cock inside her with raw hunger. Her tits swayed on her chest as the stud slammed his body into her over and over, taking her deep and hard and without a single moment of rest. As the couples in the hallway stared in fascination he rode her with deep and unyielding desire, the filly screaming out against his growling, grunting rumble, his heavy balls slapping against her every time he buried himself in her wet heat. 

The two maintained an astonishing pace, unrelenting, their voices lifting, louder and deeper moans, their hands gripping each other. The stud was breathing faster, his heavy chest heaving, but he never slowed, never varied his hard and frantic pace. The filly was wrapped around him then, drawing him down lower, using her legs to lift her hips at the end of every push, meeting him in a hard, sweating slap of flesh. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the two locked in a tangle of limbs, the filly began to quake. It radiated from her hips, her thighs twitching, then quivering, and soon the ripple had spread through her entire body. Holding tight to the stud's shoulders her body tightened, and she tossed her head wildly, lifting herself from the floor of the stall. The stud leaned back and grabbed her at her waist, lifting the voluptuous filly up and down the length of his cock as she screamed, her hands beating at his shoulders as she flailed against him, his muscles bulging with the effort of bouncing her up and down his cock. Her legs tensed as she rode him, leaning back and letting him control her as her long mane swept back and forth, her screams stirring the horses in the stable again as she slapped and clawed at his shoulders and arms. 

The stud grunted, louder now, and his hands tightened on her waist, unwilling to break their rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his thick shoulders and began sobbing into his neck, biting and licking at his skin as his head fell back, his mouth open in a silent moan. And then, just as the two seemed on the verge of collapse, the filly's cries shattered into a series of sobbing, gasping screeches. The stud roared from deep in his chest, their bodies meeting like waves pounding rock, flesh and breath and touch becoming fluid and perfect as their orgasms ripped through them in perfect sync. His seed flooded her womb in pulsing waves, his cock pushed deep into her fertile channel as he emptied himself into her, her body quenching its thirst, soaking in his hot, thick rain. 

The stud continued thrusting even as he lowered the filly to the floor again, her screams giving way to a softer, quieter mewing as he laid her back. He laid over her, his cock still deep within her, one of his big hands caressing her mane softly as they kissed, long and deep. He drew her to him, pulling her close, and she licked playfully at his neck as he laid back, panting. The filly ran her hand over his chest, touching the deep gouges she gave him earlier, nuzzling him softly as he held her. The couples in the hallway were speechless, the sudden tenderness astonishing them every bit as much as the intense violence from before. 




The Stable Ch. 02



Lissette looked at the business card stuck to her mirror. She had been staring at it everyday for a month. Every time she looked at the card she saw his eyes, a set of piercing blues that gave you shivers and heated you all at once. His eyes were not the only thing that haunted her. She constantly thought about the feel of his hands, the stroke of his tongue, and best of all the fit of his cock. Every carnal part of her wanted to dial his number. She let out a puff of air and pressed the digits. Really what is the worst that can happen? He doesn't remember you? He doesn't want to see you? You won't die. Well maybe of shame.

The phone rang once. The phone rang twice. Lissette decided she would hang up after the third ring. At least she called so she is not a punk. In the middle of the third ring he picked up.

"Hello."

"Hello, uhhh, uhhh," Lissette stuttered, she realized she had no idea whom to ask for. "Um I would like to speak to Mr. Mercedes." Perhaps that would trigger his memory.

"Speaking. I am glad you called." He smiled remembering the name she called him the day they met.

"Okay." Of course you are.

"Would you like to meet somewhere?"

Wow, that was easy. "Hmm okay. How about Panera Bread in West Orange? Let's say tomorrow around one."

"No, I want to see you today. Six is good for me? How about you?" He was not about to give her a chance to sleep on it.

He sure is eager. Lissette was surprised at his insistence. "I can do six. See you then."

After hanging up Lissette threw herself face down on her bed and screamed into her pillow. What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing? I must be insane. She gathered herself and put an outfit together. She wanted to look sexy, but not like she was trying to hard.

*******

Lissette arrived at Panera Bread at five. She wanted to get there early to give herself some time to relax. As she walked in the door she spotted him sitting in the far corner looking over some papers. Damn there goes my advantage. Freak he looks good. She approached him with a smile on her face.

"Ahem." Lissette faked coughed to get his attention

"You're early." He rose to greet her.

His eyes travelled up her body, and rested at her cleavage. The maxi dress she wore did a poor job of obscuring the object of his desire. Lissette caught Brent staring at her breasts. He seemed to forget they were in public. For a man that looked so polished and had an air of breeding he was quite crass sometimes. Their eyes met registering the mutual attraction was still there. He leaned into to kiss her on her cheek. They inhaled each other like dogs in heat. He was wearing her favourite scent for men, Polo Sport. To him, her scent was crisp and intoxicating. He pulled out her chair for her to take a seat. It gave him the opportunity to caress her back. Her nipples hardened at his touch.

She lifted her eyes to his as his hand lingered on her back. "And so are you."

"Great minds." He offered her toothy grin soaked in charm. "Can I get you something?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

Brent smiled. "Yes you are."

Lissette blushed. He was getting to her again, and she did not want to go there. At least not until some understanding about what was going on between them was reached. She was in mega lust, and if this was just going to be all about the sex she was open to it. She just had to know up-front. If he wanted more, that would take some consideration and serious caution.

"I have some questions." Lissette started.

"I am not surprised. Let's get down to business, because I have some questions for you too." He placed the papers he was looking over into his briefcase.

Lissette laughed nervously, everything now had an air of formality to it. She licked and pursed her lips, before beginning. "First thing, what is your name?"

"I like Mr. Mercedes, but other people call me Brent. Now it's my turn."

"Okay," Lissette replied slowly. She had not anticipated having to answer any questions about herself.

"Why did you let me fuck you?" Saying the words and watching her face as she contemplated the answer caused a heat to rise in his neck.

"Hmm." She gave him at sly smile. "I was horny. It was hot. And you were available."

Brent laughed. He was not expecting that answer at all.

"Okay Brent, why me?"

"Why you what?"

Lissette looked at him trying to see if he seriously did not follow the implication in her question. "Why did you choose to hit on me, then follow me into the library and fuck me?"

Brent face lost all humour as he formulated the answer to Lissette's question. He knew that possibly the truth would make her run screaming.

"I told you when we first met; you were made for sex. And I should know. I own one of the largest pleasure service companies in the state. When I saw you in April I knew you would be perfect addition to my stable. The bumping into you was staged. After talking to you the next step was to fuck you...to test you out."

His words drenched Lissette like ice-water. Her face registered the horror she felt inside. "Did I just hear you correctly? Oh...my...God, you're a pimp. This is insane. I knew this was too good to be true." Lissette got up in a rush, ready to bolt out of the restaurant.

Brent quickly grabbed her wrist commanding her to sit down. He did not want her walking out angry, or disappointed in herself or him. Since their time together his mind had been in turmoil. He was conflicted about her calling, because he knew he would have to tell her the truth. Now he was concerned about what she thought of him. What the fuck is that about?

Lissette wrenched her hand away but sat back down. She was on the verge of tears, but didn't want him to see her cry. "What the fuck did I get into? And what the hell you mean since April?"

"I've been collecting data on you since April."

"If you've been watching me since April then you will know that my dad is chief of police. Is that was this is about, compromising a cop's daughter? What for? Leverage? You are a fuckwad." She folded her hands under her breasts, throwing icy daggers at him.

Brent recoiled inwardly at Lissette's anger, but was determined to play it cool. "You have not gotten into anything. We're just two adults who had a nice time. A very very nice time. Of course I know your dad is a cop, but that is irrelevant. I have no interest in leverage, or whatever seedy motive you think I might have. I want you." He said it with such confidence and determination.

Lissette looked in his face searching for any sign of deception. There was none. He really fucking wants me...as one of his whores.

Brent saw Lissette's face was impassive so he launched into the story of when he first laid eyes on her. "I saw you in April on Main Street. You were battling an umbrella in a downpour. As you were struggling to fix it the wind blew up your bright yellow strapless dress. The vision of your ass clad in that lacy black boy shorts is seared in my brain. Your thick sexy thighs..." Brent's voice got low and trailed off as he seemed to get lost in the memory. His cock hardened as the image of her that day flooded his brain and combined with how he took her in the library. "I thought a girl like you should be naked all the time. And when you turned around and those beautiful DD's pointed at me, I knew you were perfect."

Lissette listened to Brent go on about the day he saw her. She tried not to focus on his words which were having rousing effect. She was getting so inside herself trying to fight him the last thing she heard was "three years." "Huh?"

"Why did you stop having sex three years ago?"

"What?"

"Before that day in the library with me you had not had sex in three years. Why?"

"That is none of your business," Lissette snapped. "And how the hell do you know that?"

Brent reached into his briefcase, and handed Lissette the file he was looking over. Here he was again breaking rules and crossing boundaries, just for her. She thumbed through it. She did not know if to be flattered or freaked. The file was comprehensive to the point of having her medical records. That is how he knew she had not had sex in three years. This is so crazy. I am really lost for words. He has really covered his bases. Should I be scared? I should be scared, but I am not. What is wrong with me?

Brent broke her train of thought. He had to bring the conversation back on track. "Why did you call? I was beginning to think that you weren't going to."

"So did I, but I was curious about you. Now I kinda wished I wasn't. But answer me this. I'm sure your business would be more profitable with girls that look like Halle Berry. Why me?"

"We have some of those, but I believe in providing variety. Men have all sorts of appetites." He looked at her and licked his lips. "You are beautiful. And I'm not just saying that so I can hire you. You are. Also, you have a certain, je n'ai sais quois. And I understand that what I just told you came as a shock, but the choice is yours all the way." Brett said that almost believing it himself. But after months of watching her pictures and thinking about her he knew he was drawn to her more that he could openly admit.

Lissette bit the inside of her lips trying to decide if she should just walk out now. As difficult as it was to digest what Brent just told her, she was fascinated. Anybody who can approach a cop's daughter, and offer her a job as a prostitute surely had a pair of big bass ones.

Brent saw her eyes relax and used that as his opening. "Are you interested?"

"Let's just say curious." Lissette smiled. Don't forget genius, curiosity killed the cat.

Brent laughed. He was curious now. What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, Lissette? "You get paid a flat fee of $500 per week, but then you earn 40% of whatever you earn. All the companions live on the property. You set your own schedule, but you must put in a minimum of thirty hours per week. No family or social calls at the property. Any personal drama that impacts the company, you're out. If you decide to stop working I require two weeks notice. We provide healthcare and benefits. How does that sound?"

"Like a good set-up. Perhaps too good." Lissette could not believe that she was actually considering this.

Brent saw the cogs in Lissette's brain working, and wanted to make it easy for her to say yes. "How about we do a trial week, and if you don't like it no hard feelings."

"Can I think about it?"

"Sure."

"Thanks." Lissette stood up to leave, and put her hand out offering to shake his. Brent stood up, looked at her hand and smiled. He took it as if to shake it, but he gripped it hard and pulled her toward him. He was not going to let her leave without having her lips again. Lissette was caught by surprise, but did not hesitate to return the kiss. Their tongues danced fervently, stoking the flame they had been suppressing since they sat down.

He held her tight against him with one hand. The other sat at the nape of her neck as they kissed without any desire to stop. He slid his hand down to her ass and pinched it. She moaned in his mouth. They were forced to part when they heard a chair drag on the floor by them. Apparently the person was trying to get their attention to stop the PDA. They disengaged with broad grins on their faces. Brent took Lissette's hand and pulled her out the restaurant. She had no idea where he was taking her, but wherever it was she wanted to go.

*******

"I guess I can't call you Mr. Mercedes anymore," Lissette remarked as Brent let her into the passenger seat of a Yukon XL Denali.

"You can call me anything you like," Brent replied slipping his hand underneath her dress. He was delighted to discover she was pantiless and wet. "You are a horny girl."

"Well I figured if you were going to be as eager as the last time, I might as well come prepared."

"Damn," was all he could muster in reply as she gladly accepted three fingers into her already dripping cunt.

Brent heard her whimper as he pumped his fingers in and out. She begged for him to stop, but he kept going. Lissette thought she was going to die from pleasure. Her body responded to his manipulations leaving her senseless. He withdrew and licked his fingers just as she was about to cum.

"Hold that thought."

Lissette grunted in frustration, as Brent readjusted her clothing. He wanted her teetering on the brink of ecstasy when he got her to the hotel.

"Why did you start if you weren't going to finish?" She was exasperated with him.

"You do realize we were in the middle of a parking lot and the sun is still up?"

"And?"

Brent looked up surprised. The Lissette he had first encountered was timid, now she did not mind getting finger boned in broad daylight. "What has come over you?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Nevermind." Lissette looked out the window pouting.

"Oh don't be like that I am going to fuck you silly. I promise." Brent spoke as if he was promising to take her for ice-cream.

Lissette laughed. "I am holding you to that."

*******

Brent poured himself a drink from the bar. Lissette had gone to the bathroom. The energy around him felt blah. He realized he hated not being in her presence. Their ride to the hotel was animated and fun. She appeared to be open, but he sensed the alertness about her. He relaxed in a way that he had not done in years. He forgot she was just for business until Carla called about some issue. He looked over at Lissette's smiling face and pushed the internal warnings down. He knew that this would have to be their last time together. If Carla found out she would hit the roof, since it was against their rules for him to have sex with any of the girls after the initial test.

The whiskey sour slid down his throat and thoughts of Lissette swirled in his brain each having their own effect. Brent was brought back to reality with the sound of the shower. He took his clothes off and went to join her. Lissette's normally pinned up hair was down and had kinked tightly. Brent adored the sight of water cascading over her plump ass. He stepped in behind her. He gripped her hair and twisted her face towards his for a kiss. Lissette leaned into him and he palmed her breast. Brent squeezed and pinched her nipples causing Lissette to hiss and grind back on him. He slipped his finger into her hot sex ready to finish what he started earlier.

"Brace yourself on the wall Lissette."

Lissette bent over put her hands out against the tile. Brent wasted no time and entered her. He pounded her without a break, holding onto her breast all the while. Lissette was a pleasure bomb waiting to go off. She did not hold back telling Brent how magnificently he filled her. The harder Brent went at her pussy the higher her pitch rose. She could feel the familiar shocks going off, tightening on Brent's masterful cock.

"Fuck meeee!" Lissette screamed. "Harder Brent! Harder! Sweet Mother!"

Brent loved watching her shatter by his exertion. Knowing that it was because of him she was twisting and bucking made his balls contract. He unleashed jet after jet of cum inside of her. When he was done he reluctantly pulled out of her. Lissette dropped to her knees. Her orgasms had weakened her.

"Are you okay?" Brent asked rubbing her hair.

"I'm good. Help me up."

Brent gave her his hand, and she stood up. Her smile made his stomach flutter. He was suddenly annoyed. Lissette was ruining him. He stepped out of the shower and toweled off. She stepped out and stared at him. She sensed the change in his mood, but did not want to pry just yet. She wanted to rest first.

When she was dry Lissette went to the bedroom and found Brent redressing.

"Where are you going?" Lissette inquired.

"Something came up. I have to go. But you can stay if you want to. The room has been paid for."

"You don't have to lie Brent. I felt your attitude change in the bathroom. I don't need to know what it is, but you don't have to lie to me." Lissette's voice was calm and without judgment, but she needed to let him know she saw through him.

Brent turned around to speak, but was vocally disarmed by a naked Lissette. She was just standing there in all her glorious nakedness as if it was the most natural thing. Her bountiful breasts with its dark peaks stood proudly. His eyes lowered settling on her sparsely covered cunt. He quickly looked away willing himself to be strong. His cock had other ideas. It rose and begged for a release. The kind of release that only Lissette could give him now.

She saw him look away. She walked over to him, grabbed him by the jaw and tilted his head down to hers. "If you are going to lie to me at least have the decency to do it to my face."

"Cover yourself first. I can't argue with you when you're naked."

"Then get undressed, even the playing field."

"Lissette you are pissing me off." Brent was angry at himself for being so confused over her.

"Me? Why?" She did not take any of Brent's lashing out personally, but she was not going to let him leave without pleasuring her again.

"Get out of my face."

"No." With that Lissette pushed him hard onto the bed. She straddled him and peered into his eyes. "What is your fucking problem?"

"Watch your language." Her strength surprised him.

"No. I will speak as I like unless you give me a reason not to."

He grabbed her neck and flipped her onto her back. Lissette smiled. She knew she had him now.

Brent trailed kisses all over her naked body. He placed chaste kisses on her pussy. Lissette hips shot up. Brent kissed and licked it. Damn this girl is delicious. He pushed away and rolled onto his back.

"Sit on my face.

"Yes sir." Brent cock twitched, at being called sir.

She squatted over his face and lowered herself to his face. Brent's tongue slipped easily into her seeping center. Lissette moved slowly against his face while his hands kneaded her butt. His nose provided great friction to her clit, driving her mad.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" She arched her back being stimulated something wicked. Her body felt tingly all over.

Brent lapped at the juices flowing over his face. It was like a faucet was turned on. She tasted mildly sweet and salty with a hint of fruit. He could not get enough. He'd been craving a taste of her pussy since the library. He loved the way she rode his face then, but this time was more erotic. For a moment he allowed himself to forget the cloudiness in his head as he felt the increasing pressure of her grinding on his face.

Lissette shook violently as she came on Brent. Her pussy kept firing shock after shock after shock. She tried to get away from him, but he held onto her swallowing every drop he could get.

His tongue grazed over her sensitive walls, and Lissette felt the contractions again. She shouted, "Brent! Brent! Please stop. I'm I'm I'm..." Lissette body snapped back stiffly and she remained jerking on Brent's face.

Brent got concerned after a few seconds when he could no longer hear her voice. He gently leaned her to the side so he could get up. Her body was still twitching, her breath was laboured, and she was moaning. He tried to touch her but she grunted as if she was in pain. He got off the bed and looked down at her, wondering what to do. He had never set a female off like that. It turned him on. His cock wanting to participate, but he knew he could not touch her. Her eyes were shut tightly.

Lissette could not get a clear thought through. All her senses were focused on the fire storm in her body. As the feelings began to lessen shame overtook her as she realized how uninhibited she became in front of Brent. Her eyes fluttered open and she could see him staring. The leer on his face told her all. He was proud of his handiwork. His ego was stroked and from what she saw pointing at her something else needed to be stroked.




The Stable Ch. 02



Brent was the first to speak. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Lissette felt embarrassment returning.

"Don't act coy baby. That beautiful chocolate body of yours was twitching and writhing out of control."

"What? So now you feel like the big man on campus?"

"I don't need to be the big man on campus I just need to be the big man in you."

Lissette laughed. "That's your game? Try again."

Brent wondered if she was rebuffing him, or just teasing. He walked away to get another drink. Lissette's body still fell gelatinous, but she followed him.

Lissette stared at the shirtless specimen in front of her. His movements were so precise. Everything about him appeared deliberate or planned; no room for error. She was beginning to like that about him. She found herself getting lost in him. She needed to distract herself. "Can you make me one too, please?"

"You drink?"

"Yes. That's an odd question."

"It's just that in the time I've known you I've never seen you go to a bar."

Lissette blinked at him then she remembered he'd been following her for awhile. "I don't do it often, but I'm not a teetotaler."

Brent passed her a strongly made Black Russian. She drank it without stopping. When she was done she put the glass on the bar, and walked back to the bedroom. Lissette looked at the well made bed and did the only thing one could do. She climbed onto the bed and jumped up and down. Brent heard her shrieks of excitement went to see what was going on. He watched her from the door. The visual of her breast bouncing around as she giggled hysterically was having a strange effect on him. Not turning him on, but comforting, then there it was again that flutter in his stomach. This time he refused to let the fear or confusion drive him out of the room.

"Are you drunk already?"

"No. Perhaps just tispsy. Haven't you just wanted to do something you used to do as a child? It's silly I know but weeeee." Lissette did not stop as she spoke.

Brent approached her and started to play "smack that ass". Lissette bounced around the bed trying to get away from him. With his quick reflexes and long arms he repeatedly got her good. With each contact Lissette's pussy sparked and her wetness renewed. When Brent had enough he grabbed her by the ankles, so she fell, landing on her back. She spread her legs inviting him to take her.

He stared. It would be so easy to pounce and ravish her waiting eager body, but he just stood there staring. He wanted to take in every curve, every hill and valley. Her skin seemed to glow under the lights. Her hair was a soft damp black halo around her face. She looked liked an ethereal sex goddess. Damn she's beautiful. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?

"Please stop." Lissette blushed and closed her legs.

For someone who could be so free when in the throes of passion she had a shyness about her. Brent was charmed by her awkwardness. "No I'm serious. I am a connoisseur of all things beautiful, and you are stunning. Clothed and unclothed."

Brent took off his pants, and joined her on the bed. He wrapped his hand around her shoulder and drew her to his chest. Lissette did not know how to take his sudden non-sexual affection but she relaxed and went with it. Perhaps this is what he needed now.

"Your heart is beating like crazy. Can you feel it?"

"Yes." Brent answered reluctantly knowing what her next question would be.

"Why?"

"I guess it likes having you this close." He answered honestly.

"Hmm your heart has good taste." Lissette flirted. She did not take his response seriously.

There goes that tone again. I can't tell if she teasing or serious. Brent stroked her arms. He hadn't felt this kind of peace in ages. "How often do you get to talk to Brendon?"

"Huh?" Lissette forgot again he knew things about her life she had not told him. "Not often, but he writes to my parents." She got quiet thinking about her twin. Brendon was an officer in the army and serving in Afghanistan.

Brent felt her grow distant. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No. It was nice of you to ask about him, even though it was creepy."

"Creepy?" Brent felt a little hurt.

"Yes creepy. Every time you bring up something I did not talk to you about, it is creepy."

"Sorry, but that is how I got to know you. And the funny thing is that in all the time we have spent together today, you have not mentioned anything of relevance about yourself."

"And neither have you."

"Touché pussycat, touché. Ask me anything."

"I don't think there is anything I want to know."

Now Brent knew he was hurt. I am trying to get close to her and she is not interested at all in getting to know me.

"Why, don't I interest you?"

"You are interesting. But I think it is wise to keep things from getting too personal."

Brent pulled away and sat up. "Too personal? What the fuck! I have seen you naked, had you in my mouth, and now you want to talk about personal."

Lissette met his stony glare. She realized what she said had wounded him, but there was no retracting now. "Dude, all that happened because you wanted to hire me as a whore for your business. Right? I..."

Brent cut her off mid sentence. "Wrong. All that did not happen because I needed a new whore as you so delicately put it. All I was to ever do was fuck you, just sample the goods. But you have this effect on me that makes me want to take more. I kissed you. I have never kissed one of the girls before. I have never eaten them out. I have never done a whole lotta shit I've done with you with the others. You have no idea how many rules I've broken just to be with you."

Lissette sat up and rubbed his back. He shrugged her off, disbelieving he had just confessed all that to her. "I'm sorry. I really am. If it will make you feel better, I've decided to join your stable."

Despite feeling gutted by what she said, Brent knew Lissette made sense. He was surprised that she was able to draw such a distinct line between emotions and sex. I guess that is an added credit to her. "Lissette I know of only one thing that will make me feel better."

Lissette chuckled. "Of course you do." She played with his hair, running her nails along his scalp.

Brent leaned into her, not wanting her to stop. She kissed him on his neck then blew on the wet spot. He moaned and pulled her nipples. Lissette's eyes widened. He had discovered from their previous times together that her nipples were highly sensitive.

She grabbed his rigid penis and slowly jacked him off. Brent froze. This was the first time she touched his cock. It felt like wonderful. He looked down. Watching her move her small brown fist up and down made his balls tingle. Lissette did not want him to cum just yet. She released him. Brent groaned in frustration. She quickly bent over and took him into her mouth.

"Damn!" Was all he could say as her warm tongue slid all the way down him member. Lissette's head bobbed taking all of him down her throat. She flexed the muscles giving him a firm squeeze. Brent held on to her hair as she put an oral work on him that rivaled any he had ever received before. He felt himself cumming and gripped her hair even harder making her immobile. Lissette did not struggle she eased into the sensation as his essence filled her mouth and throat. When he was done he lessened his hold on her hair, but pulled her up for a kiss. They went at each other with a fervor that had her perched on cock in the blink of an eye.

"Didn't you just cum?" Lissette remarked as he poked her slippery opening.

"You know I did, but I want to cum again and again inside you, on you, with you."

"My my my sir. I think you might be addicted."

"Screw addiction. I am obsessed." With that he crashed his mouth against hers, and slid her down his pole.

Lissette's mouth formed an "O". I might be obsessed with his dick too. "Brent you feel so good."

"Do I, baby?" He nipped at her neck.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"

"Then cum for me, baby. Cum for me." Brent worked his cock in Lissette trying to touch every nook and cranny. He wanted to own her soul.

The tell tale signs of her orgasm was approaching fast and hard. They both could feel it. Lissette closed her eyes and let go. Brent pinched her waist.

"Look at me."

Lissette shook her head no.

"I said look at me Lissette." He pinched her again.

She opened her eyes. "Pinch me again."

He complied looking at her watering eyes.

"Do it again! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Brent pinched her repeatedly and her pussy clamped down on his cock, and she hit that sensual octave. He lost himself on the last pinch as he came too, squeezing the flesh alongside her waist.

They fell over and snuggled up face to face. Brent looked down and Lissette's face. It read of exhaustion and contentment. Conflict resurfaced in his brain.

She is not yours. She is just for business. She already said she'd be one of your whores. I hate that word. What kind of woman agrees to be a prostitute? Not one that you can marry or have kids with that's for damn sure. So just fuck her one more time in the morning and call it a day. Why am I even spending the night? Wake her ass up fuck her and leave. Let her know what it really is like to be a whore.

Brent's mind raced like that until he fell asleep.

*******

Brent woke up to the sound of the shower. He smiled to himself remembering the events of last night. He walked to the bathroom with every intention to pee then join Lissette. The knock on the door and the announcement of room service diverted him. As he collected the meal and tipped the waiter, Lissette came out of the shower and got dressed.

Brent was disappointed to see her back in the maxi dress.

"Thanks for ordering breakfast."

"No problem. I figured you'd be ravenous since we skipped dinner last night."

"I ate."

Lissette laughed at his crude joke. She took the tray from him, and put it on the coffee table. He sat down beside her and poured them some coffee.

"So how do you take your coffee?"

"My file doesn't say?" She joked.

"No it does not." He smiled glad that she seemed to be taking a lighthearted tone about the dossier.

"Light and sweet."

He swung her legs over his thighs while they chatted and ate.

Out of, what seemed to be, the clear blue Lissette had an epiphany.

"You want a girlfriend, don't you?"

Brent stopped mid-fork. He was not expecting to be put on the spot, nor for her to appraise him. He blushed and stammered.

"No...I don't know. Maybe. Why do you say that?"

"I've been observing you. And for all your charm and money, you are lonely. Am I wrong?"

"No," he responded sadly.

"Why haven't you found someone, yet?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Yes you do. We all know why we are still single."

"What is your reason?"

"I don't want my heartbroken. So it is easier to not give it to any one."

"Okay. My issue is trust. It is hard to trust people when you're brought up in an environment where everybody has an agenda, and people are constantly backstabbing each other to get ahead."

"Hmm, I guess we are two sad lonely people who have adapted, if poorly, to avoid our issues."

"We don't have to be lonely. We could have each other." He gazed at her intently.

She returned the stare and spoke compassionately. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him like last night. "No we can't. Because you will always wonder if I agreed to be your girl so I could avoid making a living on my back. And I will not let myself love you, because I would constantly be thinking about all the girls you are fucking in library bathrooms."

Brent nodded as she spoke and stroked his hair. He knew what she said was true. The room went quiet as they each silently acknowledging how pleasant it was just sitting like this, but knowing they had a real world to get back to. Brent finally broke the stillness.

"Can I have you just one more time?" He didn't think in all his years he has ever asked. It was always assumed to be the natural order of things. Women wanted to be with him.

"What do you mean one more time?" Lissette was put off by the possibility of never being with him again.

"When you start work I can no longer fuck you. From then on it will be strictly an employer employee relationship."

"Well then Mr. Mercedes, let's make this the best parting ever."

*******

When Brent walked into the bedroom from the shower he almost came seeing her. Lissette on her knees with her hands together as if in prayer. She made sure her joined palms nestled right between her breasts, giving him quite a show. She put on her most innocent face.

"Please sir, will you fuck me? Fuck me hard 'til I can't walk? Fuck me 'til I'm speechless? I want to cream all over your hard cock. I want to feel it throbbing in my hot aching pussy. Can you satisfy me, sir, please?" Lissette shifted side to side rubbing her clit between her clenched thighs.

Her words had a motivating effect on him, plus watching her bring herself to orgasm tipped him over the edge. He dragged her to the bed and shoved his dick into her, stretching her pussy. Damn she is still tight. She yielded to his strength as he directed the tempo of their copulation. She hooked her ankles over his ass, spreading herself even wider. She tugged and pulled at his hair as he kissed her deeply. Lissette moaned and bucked her pelvis against his. Brent relished the sounds of her saying his name as her brought her to a climax.

He pulled her hair back to tilt her heads upward so he could look into her face as he claimed her.

"Lissette I fucking own you. You belong to me. Fuck the rules. I will have you anytime I please. You hear me."

Lissette shook her head from side to side. As delirious with pleasure as she was, she could not agree with him. He slammed into her harder.

"Yes, Lissette, yes, Fucking yes." He came pinching her waist again. That side flesh was becoming a sweet spot for him.

She shrieked at the introduction of pain. It pushed her over the edge and she came saying no.

Brent was determined to change her mind. He withdrew himself from her pussy and introduced his tongue, lapping the rivulets of liquid trickling from her. Lissette tried to slide away, but he held her firm. She orgasmed repeatedly. Brent only stopped after she begged and begged. Her face was bathed in tears. He kissed and licked them away. Lissette was too weak to stop him. He laid his head on her chest and sucked her nipples. His other hand played with her sopping hole. That is how they fell asleep.

They were awoken by an alarm on Brent's cellphone. He had a meeting, which he had to be to in half an hour. He told her to go back to sleep. When Lissette finally woke up and got herself together she went down stairs to make inquiries about transportation. The concierge told her that it had already been arranged. He is a chivalrous beast. She put her hands in her purse to get her iPod and found two grand in an envelope. And a sneaky bastard. She looked at the money trying to decide if she should be offended. How can you get upset when you told him you was going to be his whore. That's what whores get, paid for sex.

Despite her trying to reason with herself she was still somewhat pissed. She sat in the car vowing to keep everything professional between them from now on.



The Stable Ch. 03



Brent barged into the surveillance room. He knew at this point he had no legitimate reason to be there, but he couldn't stay in his office another minute.

"Bring up monitor eight." Brent almost barked the order.

Damon looked up at Brent questioningly. It was not like him to come in unless there was trouble.

"Is something wrong? She has not pressed the panic button."

"I know. Just do as I ask, and give me audio."

Damon gave Brent a "you're the boss" look and brought up monitor eight.

The image on the screen delighted Damon, but sent Brent into a rage. The coke can in his hand was crushed, and he could feel a heat rising in his head. He stormed out of the room after a few moments, almost knocking over Carla, his business partner.

Carla walked into the surveillance room to inquire about what got Brent so twisted. Damon did not have time hide the erection he was stroking.

"Damon put that away."

"Yes, Ma'am." Damon would have been embarrassed, but this was not the first time he'd been caught with his cock out. In fact, when Carla was feeling generous she'd blow him.

Carla looked at the monitor and knew instantly. "That is what Brent was looking at?"

"Yes, Ma'am. She is one bad bitch. If you don't mind me saying."

"No I don't. You can continue your wank." Carla left the office to go find Brent. She needed to have a serious talk with him.

*******

Lissette sat naked in front of the vanity absentmindedly brushing her hair. She rarely wore it straight, but James had asked to see it straight today. She pinned it up off her shoulders to expose her neck. James liked to lick and nibble although he had strict instructions not to mark her.

She rose and looked at the blond gentleman sitting behind her on the bed. His smile was warm and relaxing. It met his green eyes sincerely. She studied his face. He reminded her of Chris O'Donnell, except he was taller.

"Did you cum?" he asked already knowing the answer. This was James' second time with Lissette, but somehow today she seemed distracted. She responded on cue with her body in many ways, but he did not feel those sensual unfiltered vibrations that told of her climax.

"No." Lissette said honestly. She considered lying, but she knew that if he was asking it was because he already knew.

"And you are okay with that?" James was glad she did not lie.

Lissette considered her words carefully. "I am okay with giving you pleasure."

"Well, I am not okay with leaving here without having you cum."

Lissette automatically glanced at the clock. She had her review with Brent, and she was excited to tell him she was staying. Working at Coq au Vin was surprising. Everything ran with military precision.

"Don't worry. I've paid for more time." He has been a patron at the Vin, which is what most people called it, since they opened up, and had sampled the variety they offered on the menu. Lissette was the newest addition and Brent did not disappoint. She was gifted and had a voluptuous body in a cocoa package. His preference for darker hued girls was well known. He was the first client she serviced at the beginning of the week. Usually they would not see him until he was back in town, but he needed to see her before he left for California. To say she rocked his world was an understatement. She read him, she allowed him to guide her, and she challenged him.

Lissette smiled, it always came back to that. She was being paid for sex. James inhaled her freshly showered cunt. He was intoxicated with its fragrance. He took his index finger and stroked her moist crease.

"Sit on the edge of the bed."

Lissette sat on the bed while James got on his knees between her legs. He placed his hands on her knees so he could push her knees apart. He stared at her pink and cocoa center. His mouth watered. He loved to eat pussy, and getting a chance to devour Lissette's was an experience he was going to relish. He was so pleased when he discovered she did not shave herself bare. She was trimmed and neat, and had enough hair to satisfy his inclination. He stiffened his tongue and went to work. He lapped at her gushing hole. Lissette felt it pass along her responsive walls, urging more sweet liquid to come out. She twisted the sheet in her palm and moaned as she tried to restrain herself. James French kissed her pussy so expertly that despite all her efforts to maintain control Lissette lost it. She grabbed his hair as her hips jolted off the bed. Lissette's mouth release a slew of curses and James doubled his efforts. He knew he had her when she began to ride his face. He latched onto her delicious pearl and sucked it, like baby on a tit. Lissette screamed and flooded all over James' face. He would not give until she was near collapse. Lissette lost count of all the times she came.

She wilted back onto the bed while James planted kissed all over her delightfully besieged body. He made his way up to her breast and suckled on the aroused tips. Her legs still parted felt the nudge of his erect cock. She brought her knees up and looked into his eyes giving him silent permission to enter her. James read her and complied without hesitation. He sunk himself to the base and she rolled them so she would be on top. Her once pinned up hair fell down in a messy cascade. James thought she never looked more beautiful. She leaned back and placed her hands on his thighs, getting herself properly balanced for the ride. She closed her eyes as she rode him just the way he liked it; a slow and steady pace that would be sped up when he brought his hands to her hips. After watching her cum by his expert tongue James was on the verge of his own orgasm. He tried to think of other things to push it away, but it was going to be a hard thing to do with her tight channel gripping him and jerking him. Her breast bounced before him. Her nipples begged to be pulled, and he submitted to their request. Lissette squealed in glee. James's hands settled on her hips, that was her signal to speed up. She rolled and rocked her pelvis at a tempo that created amazing friction. Soon they were both gasping and calling for God. The climax for both of them was exquisite. Lissette rolled off James to catch her breath.

"Now wasn't that better." James said with a smug smile on his face.

Lissette continued staring at the mirrored ceiling. She too was beaming. She turned to him. "Definitely an improvement."

"Next time don't hold back from me." James said seriously.

*******

Brent paced his office like a madman. He had tried to simmer down after leaving the surveillance room, but just couldn't. A knock on the door drew him out of his head for a second.

"Enter," he commanded in a steely tone.

To his disappointment it was Carla. After bumping into her earlier he knew she would come see him, but he was not ready to deal with her. All his focus was on Lissette and blasting her out.

"Well well I see we still have not calmed down." Carla spoke propping herself against the door.

"Carla I am not in the mood for any lecture."

"Oh yes you are. If you think that I am going to let some schoolboy crush mess up my...our business you are mistaken. You need reigning in. She's only been here a week and already you are stalking her footage. What you're gonna do, beat up her clients?" When she saw that his face registered nothing. She knew what he had up his sleeve. "Oh no you don't. You won't fucking dare."

"I won't? It's my call, Carla and I will do as I fucking please. Now get out."

Carla got up not daring to provoke Brent any longer. His temper was notorious, and he had strung her up before. "We're not done."

*******

Lissette stepped out of her room feeling great. Her double session with James did a wonderful number on her. She really liked her new life. She was still thinking about James' tongue when Carla called out to her. Carla's face was so stern Lissette wondered if she had done something wrong.

Carla noticed Lissette's perplexed look and immediately reassured her.

"Don't worry. I just wanted to say that you have been a great addition to the stable. The other girls and staff speak highly of you. I do hope you decide to stay on."

Lissette was not sure if to believe Carla. In her experience with females there was always double speak and back biting. Not wanting to give her thoughts her away Lissette smiled and replied. "The experience is new and I'm hoping to make the best of it. I'm off to my review and evaluation with Brent. Wish me luck."

"Good luck." You will need it.

"Thanks."

Lissette parted ways with Carla and made her way to Brent's office. Her euphoria still had not lessened. She tapped a beat on Brent's door with her nails. Brent looked up as he heard the faint rapping. He took a deep breath certain now that it was Lissette on the other side. The utter gall of that girl, knocking on my door all quiet and innocent after having that bastard tonguing the shit out of her cunt.

"Come in Lissette." He tried not to let his voice betray what he was feeling.

Lissette bounced into the beautifully designed office. It was decorated in hues of grey and chrome. Definitely masculine and all business. She sat on the leather sofa and crossed her legs. The denim skirt she was wearing rose showing off her thighs to him. He tried hard not to be distracted by the view. Lissette leaned back and folded her arm across her chest waiting for him to say something. Brent pretended to be looking over some documents on his desk. He wanted to ignore her for awhile...keep her stewing. Lissette smiled watching him. She knew he was not doing anything, but whatever he was playing at she was going to be patient. After fifteen minutes Brent finally looked up at her and spoke.

"First off I would like to thank you for giving this opportunity your best shot. However, it is not going to work out." Brent delivered the news stoically.

"Hmm, that is interesting. Can you tell me in detail why I did not make the cut?" Lissette looked at Brent squarely in the eye.

He shifted uncomfortably. He hated that she was being so cool about everything. What the fuck was she so happy about? That bastard James? Well there will be no more James for you. He wanted to provoke a reaction out of her. "I received some feedback from your clients that you just did not satisfy them the way they had expected." He twisted their words out of context.

"Hmm, that is interesting. Because I spoke to Carla and she seems happy with my job performance. Plus, I checked with Lulu and she informed me that the clients I saw have rebooked. And even today I had a double session, so I don't know who you have been talking to, but you might need to recheck that data."

The mention of her double session with James caused Brent to clench his jaw. "About this double session with James. What was that about?"

"He wanted to take more time to pleasure me." Lissette wondered about Brent's line of questioning. Why did he say his name like that? Is he jealous?

The image of Lissette's head thrown back in abandon as James munched on her pussy was doing damage to Brent's brain.

"You seemed to be having a ball." Yeah I'm letting you know I saw your behaviour.

"Oh I did. He was amazing. How did you know?" Lissette was now watching him suspiciously.

"I saw you on the monitor. Every time a client pays for more time. I check the monitors to make sure everything is copacetic." It was a lie, but he could not let her know he was checking on her alone. Lulu had called to push back his appointment with Lissette that is how he knew.

"Bullshit." She called him out. "You wanted to see what I was doing to him to have him so hooked he wanted more time." Lissette laughed. "You are nuts. You hire me to work in your stable, but get jealous when I do my job. You can't have it both ways Brent."

"Well then I fire you."

"The fuck you do. I made a choice to do this, and I'll be damned if your jealous ass is going to stop me."

"Watch you language Lissette."

"The fuck I will. You..." She had barely gotten her words out before she felt his hand on her neck.

"I said watch your language." Brent squeezed. Lissette gasped, and her cunt spasmed. "Do you hear me Lissette?"

She nodded. He removed his hand, and she sat silently watching him unbutton his shirt. From the moment she walked into the office he wanted to fuck her. She looked delicious in her short denim skirt and tube top. He smelled her pussy when he choked her so he knew she wanted him too.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I am getting undressed you should do the same."

"No, Brent. You know the rules." Lissette avoided looking at him. She would not be seduced by his hard alluring manliness.

"I wrote the rules, and I said you are fired." Brent locked the door and continued undressing.

"I refuse, and you are crazy so call me back when you want to have a serious discussion." She decided that perhaps all this aggravation was not worth it. Maybe Carla could have a talk with him. She stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?" Brent blocked her way.

"I am leaving. You want to fuck me at your will, monitor who I work with. Hear what you get neither. My body, my choice. I am choosing not to fuck you."

She tried to pass by his naked body, but he gripped her face and tried to kiss her. Lissette wrenched her face away and tried to wiggle free but Brent was having none of it.

"I can smell you. You are hot for me and you know it."

"No, I am hot for James. You saw what he did to me. That shit stays with you." Lissette knew those words would cut Brent. He seemed to have some beef with James.

Brent, still high with rage snatched at Lissette's throat again, but this time she was expecting it and dodged him. Brent was quicker though, he grabbed her hair and flung her to the couch. When she tried to get up he pressed his foot into her cunt. He was disappointed to find her with underwear on. He used his big toe to stroke her clit through the fabric. Their breaths laboured in sync. He removed his foot and lunged at her. Lissette nipples rose against his hard chest at the feel of his steeled cock pressing against her stomach, but she was still determined not the have him inside of her.

With her last ounce of energy she pushed him off of her onto the floor, and made a dash for the door. Brent grabbed her ankle and she fell down. She secretly thanked God for the plushness of the carpet. Brent quickly yanked her up onto her knees, pulled her panties aside and plunged into her from the back. Lissette howled at massive intrusion. Although she was flowing like the Hoover Dam, Brent's impressive member always gave her an aching.

"Stop fighting me Lissette and enjoy the ride." Brent panted out.

Lissette bowed her head to the carpet as he took her as he wanted. He was rough and merciless wanting to punish her for her insolence, and for the apparent affection for James. He wanted her to know that her pussy belonged to him. Despite Lissette's reluctance his pounding was doing the trick. His sawing in and out passed over her heightened nerve endings making an orgasm inevitable. In the haze of his frenzied hammering he began to play with her clit. Lissette fought against to be washed away by the climax. She remained resolutely silent although she felt the spasms in her pussy.

Brent roared victoriously as he deposited his spunk into her. Rope after rope of his jism coated her inner walls. He dropped onto her back when he was finished, kissing her neck as he wound down.

Lissette crouched down even more into a kneeling position. Brent took that as his hint to get off of her. He didn't want to be unsheathed from the warmth of the cunt filling him with bliss. When he removed himself Lissette rolled onto her back and stared up. Her blank expression disturbed him.

"Lissette..."

"Shhh." She brought her fingers to her lips. "Just call Lulu and authorize her to give me my money. Don't forget to pay for this session." She got up and walked out of the office leaving Brent with deflated cock and ego.

*******

Lissette returned to her room to have a shower and get her things. She was grateful she did not bring much. All the way to her room she could feel Brent's cum inside her mixing with her own juices. She hated the effect he had on her. I don't belong to him.

Lissette jumped into the shower she needed to get him off of her and out of her. She knew her parents would have questions, and she wanted to at least smell fresh as a daisy when she lied to them.

She walked into the room and found Brent sitting on the bed. She moved around the room as if he wasn't there.

He grabbed her wrist. "Stop ignoring me, Lissette." He could not believe he had lost control with her like that. He felt so ashamed. And even more so when he played her last statement in his head. She was right. He treated her poorly. He could not decipher the hold she had on him. It was destructive, both personally and professionally, because he was losing it. Carla was right.

"Let me go, Brent." As irate as she was she kept her tone cool. No hysterics Lissette. You can cry when you get home.

"Lissette, I'm sorry," he said letting her go.

She continued moving around him, getting dressed and packing. "No you're not. You think you have a right to my body. And I gave you that impression. From the first time in the library I let you get to me in a way that had me like a dumb broad. I don't blame you. You're a brute. A refined, cultured and spoiled brute. I should have behaved like the sensible woman I am, instead, I let my cunt take lead. Not anymore."

"Lissette...," Brent tried to plead his case.

She cut him off, her tone frosty and devoid of care for him or his feelings. "Leave my money and go."

He dropped the thick envelope on the bed and approached the door. She passed by, he reached out and touched her, just as quickly as his hand grazed her neck her hand connected with his cheek.

"Now get the fuck out."

*******

"Hey Mom." Lissette walked into the house trying to act normal. After she left the Coq au Vin she went to the mall to decompress, but was not successful. Her brain was still obsessing over Brent's violation, the tongue work of James, all the fun she had during the week. Going back home to job hunt filled her with dread.

"Hey Sugar. I was just thinking about you. How was the job?"

"It was great, I was hoping to stay on but the nanny's illness was not as serious as previously thought."

"Oh Sugar I knew you were finally glad to have a job. Even if it wasn't in your field."

"Thanks Mom. Well I got paid, and I wanna take you and dad out for dinner tonight."

"It's just going to be you and me. Your dad is in Atlantic City for the weekend on some law enforcement thing. Oh and that reminds me. We are going to the Cape May Monday morning."

"For how long?"

"Two weeks we'll be back Sunday before Labour Day. You're welcome to come."

"That's okay. You and dad need some lover's time."

"Child, you're too much." Mrs. Baynard said swatting her with the dish towel.

*******

Lissette and her mother had a great time together. They both remarked how they had not done a girl's night in a long time and missed it. Marie probed Lissette about the job and Lissette lied through her teeth. She knew as much as her mother loved her she would not understand her choice to work as a prostitute. Marie was a staunch Catholic with a focused view on what she perceived to be moral. Plus if Lissette told her mother, her mother would tell her dad and Patrick would blow more than a gasket. He would kill Lissette.

Throughout the night, Marie caught a far away look in Lissette's eyes. She thought with this new job and new man Lissette was finally getting out there. Although Lissette had not confided she was seeing someone Marie had been calculating the clues for some time. Three years ago she noticed something was amiss with Lissette. Despite silence from her daughter Marie knew it was guy related. Now Lissette seemed to have her glow back. Also two weeks ago she spent the night out. Next day she made up some story about waiting online for concert tickets. Marie did not believe her, but did not press the issue. Tonight Lissette was not going to get away.




The Stable Ch. 03



"Sugar, who is this guy you're seeing?"

Lissette blinked repeatedly in shock at her mother's forwardness and stumbled over her answer. "He is...He is...There is no-one. All that came to an end today too."

"Oh I'm sorry Sugar." Marie feared Lissette would slip into her shell again.

"It's alright. We're just too different."

"Lis, what does that mean? Your dad and I are different."

"Yeah, but you and dad are more similar than you are different. Br...This guy and I are incompatible."

Hmm almost got a name. "What drew you to him in the first place?"

Marie's question made Lissette blushed. She's was glad they were sitting on the dimly lit porch. "He's attractive." That was all she dared to reveal.

"There must be more than that." Marie pressed.

"He was gifted. Very gifted." Lissette tried to embarrass her mother into stopping her interrogation.

It was Marie's turn to blush. "Well if that is all you're interested in him for you definitely can't build a relationship on that."

"Thanks for understanding."

Marie held Lissette hand and patted it. Lissette knew that pat. It was the "I hope you know what you're doing" pat.

*******

Although having a fabulous night out with her mother Lissette still could not sleep. She laid in the dark contemplating her time at the brothel.

*******

She had arrived at Coq au Vin the Saturday before she began her week. Brent greeted her at the door and passed her over to Lulu. Lissette was escorted around the complex and given her access codes. Lulu gave her a detailed breakdown of how things worked, and gave Lissette the mutual confidentiality forms to fill out. The complex was a defunct country club, so it had acres of privacy. There were staff cottages to the rear of the property. Every girl in the stable lived in one of the cottages. The rooms in the resort section of the compound were just for work. Since it was Lissette trial week she did not live in the cottage but her work room.

Brent ran Coq au Vin like the country club it was. All the clients are members who pay one-hundred grand a year to have access to the most high end stable on the east coast. Most members make appointments, but sometimes there are walk-ins. The unscheduled clients would sit in the lounge and browse "the menu" or have the girl they are interested in squeeze him in. On the menu, each girl was listed with photo and description emphasizing her attributes. Girls on probation like Lissette would be listed in the specials section. The clients are not allowed to bring electronic devices into the building. Lissette liked the order of Coq au Vin; it ran like a well oiled machine.

To start her brief tenure Damon took some photographs of her in some skimpy gold lingerie for the menu. Although she did not think she would, she rather enjoyed the shoot. Having some strange man take photos of you while you pouted and posed felt weird at first, but after the jitter wore off Lissette got into it. During the shoot she spotted Brent a standing in the doorway. He was watching here so intently, Lissette wanted to make him proud. She worked the camera a little harder. Brent smiled when she hoisted her breasts and kissed them. She could see the tenting in his pants and licked her lips. That sight turned out to be the photo chosen for the menu.

Damon left to upload and sort the photos. Brent was mesmerized by the way the gold lace clung to the curves of Lissette's body. He approached and told her how beautiful she looked. Lissette told him she looked like a tart but she'd take the compliment. He shut the door and kissed her.

"You're breaking your rules again."

"You look so fucking hot." He looked down on at her. They were so close light barely passed between them.

"I know. Damon sure knows what he's doing."

"He's good. You seemed relaxed in front of the camera."

"It took moment, but after awhile I began to feel sexy and a bit turned on."

"I could see. Your nipples are hard as pebbles." He rubbed his thumb against the engorged tips.

"You're hard too."

"Then let's fuck and solve both our problems."

"Let's not. You go back to your office and solve your own problem. The rules are there for a reason. It protects both of us."

"Lissette I can't get you out of my head. My cock wants you so bad." He ran his hand down to the small of her back. "And I know you want me too."

"Horniness will pass, and if not I could always satisfy myself."

"What! You will do that even with a stiff cock waiting to fill you." Brent grabbed her hand and placed it on the front of his pants.

"If it is a cock I am not supposed to have, then yes," she replied giving him a few quick squeezes.

"Don't stop Lissette. Hold your hand there. Ahh just like that." Brent relished the feel of Lissette's grip.

Lissette eyes glazed over and she dropped her hand. As turned on as she was by being so close to Brent. Having his hand on her body. Wanting to feel him deep within her. Lissette had to stop. Brent knew she was right, but he needed a release badly. Knowing all day she was in the building, so close, had him on edge. He pushed her down until she was on her knees infront of him. Lissette's mouth watered. She had him in her mouth before and enjoyed it immensely. If she was going to get Clinton technical, they weren't having sex.

Brent took out his cock and offered it to her. Lissette opened her facial orifice took him to the hilt with one dive. Brent sawed in and out five times before taking himself out completely. Lissette looked up feeling sad at the loss. He tugged her hair back so her face was upturned. He peered into her brown eyes and communicated his intentions. He held his member firmly and began to jack off over her face. Lissette slipped her hand into the lacy crotch of the panties and stroked her dripping hole. Her honey trickled down her manicured fingers. She rolled her hips, feeling her orgasm build. Her moans were music to Brent's ears. He watched her bite her lips and pinch her nipples.

"Cum on me Brent. Cum on me. Splash me with you jizz. Ooooh oooh oooh. Hmm." Her tongue took a quick swipe at the precum bubbling on the tip.

"Shit. Fuck. Lissette." That contact from her was all he needed. Cum jetted from his cock hitting her in the forehead and lips. Brent aimed at her exposed cleavage. Lissette rubbed his personal ointment into her skin. The contrast of the material with the wet of cum against her nipples had Lissette cumming hard. Brent pulled her hair harder and she quaked some more. When he released Lissette she scooped up the remaining cum off her face and ate it. Brent stroked her cheek, watching her in fascination. She smiled up at him, indicating she was finished and was pleased with what just occurred between them.

Brent helped her up, and followed her into the changing room. Barely a word passed between them as she changed back into her jeans and t-shirt. Her unabashed nakedness filled him with a need for her, that he wondered if will ever be satisfied. He watched fighting the urge to touch. If he started with her now, there would be no stopping. Before they parted ways he kissed her again. He wanted to rescind his offer to have her join the stable, but was still caught between the business and personal voices in his head. He wondered now how the hell he could manage with her here.

*******

Lissette looked at her glistening fingers in the moonlight and sighed before licking it clean. She could not believe thoughts of him could still turn her on, but he did, the proof was in her soaked panties. I need a change of scenery, better yet, a change of country.



The Stable Ch. 04



Lissette sat at the coffee shop with her head in a book. She was not in the mood to make lunch since it was so hot. Her parents were not big fans of air conditioning so on a non breezy summer day the house felt steamy. Lissette was so engrossed in the mystery she was reading she did not notice the people coming and going around her. A voice took her eyes off the pages as it engaged her in conversation.

"You know I saw you last week?"

Lissette looked up and smiled at the brawny Irish in front of her. Fletcher 'Fleet' McGregor with his roguish looks, dark hair and green eyes had been making her pulse race since puberty. Fleet had been her father's battle buddy when they were in the army, and they joined the police force together. He was dressed in his usual slacks and Polo shirt. In this summer heat Lissette could not imagine not wearing shorts.

"Saw me last week where?"

"On the menu at Coq au Vin." His green eyes met with hers daring her to lie.

"Oh, did you now, Officer McGregor?" She volleyed the ball back in his court. She knew he was no longer a cop, but felt like being provoking. Fleet had left the force and started his own security agency. With his experience and connections, business was doing extremely well.

"Yes I did. What the fuck is going on Lissette? You know if your father finds out it will destroy him." He took the chair across from her. Lissette's tank top was cut too low for his liking, and her shorts too short. From the counter he could have seen all the way up her smooth brown legs, it caused his mind to conjure images of what those snug shorts were hiding. And if he was doing it other men were doing it too. He began to colour with anger.

"Destroy him more than knowing his best friend took his daughter's virginity, fucked her every which way for four years, then dumped her ass like week old Chinese." Lissette's words were angry, but she knew what she had with Fleet was not as sordid as her tone implied. She just wished he would mind his own business seeing as though he made it clear she was no longer a priority to him.

"Is that was this is about?" He was hurt by her words, but more concerned that she was acting out because of him. Their break up had been devastating to both of them, but he could not tether her to him more than he already had. He found solace in the bottom of a bottle for awhile, and she withdrew from the world. She spent her time at home in her bedroom. It broke him to see the sadness in her eyes as they pleaded with him to change his mind. But he remained resolute, even building a relationship with a lady more age appropriate.

"Why the fuck does every man in my life think that everything I do is in response to them. I have my own brain and desires and shit, I am a fucking adult." Her eyes got cloudy with tears.

"Sette I did not mean to upset you, but you can imagine my concern." He hated to see her cry, unless she was cumming for him.

"Why didn't you come see me then?" Lissette challenge him.

"You know why."

"No, I don't really. I heard what you said, but it doesn't make sense if you are at the Vin fucking some other slut."

"Lissette stop. You are like crack to me, and I can't hurt Sandy like that. Furthermore, I was on a job, protective detail for some politician."

"For three years I lived like a nun after you broke things off. Then I met Brent and he reignited me. I joined the stable to give and get all the pleasure I wanted. The money was just a bonus." This was the most honest Lissette had been about being at the Coq au Vin.

"Brent? He's the owner right? How'd you meet him?" Fleet questioned her like the detective he was.

"Right here actually. We bumped into each other outside, and then he followed me to the library and fucked me."

Fleet adjusted his body trying to hide the bulge growing in his pants. "Where in the library?"

At first Lissette was confused at his need for details, but when she saw his eyes narrow she knew he was aroused.

"In the bathroom. He wrapped his hand around my throat and commanded me to undress. My nipples puckered begging to be sucked, and he did. His told me to sit on his cock and ride him. I was hesitant because it was monstrous so he slammed me down on it. I lost my breath for awhile. When I regained myself I began to rock slow, but that was not doing it for me. I wanted to cum hard." Lissette could feel her need build and panties moisten as she told the story. "I picked up the pace. Back and forth, back and forth, faster, faster, faster, faster, until I came screaming. I creamed all over his cock just like I used to do on yours. You remember don't you? How it would just drip that honey. How it would coat your face when you tongued my tight hole." She bit and licked her lips. Lissette wanted to break him.

"How could I forget, you filthy, dirty slut." Fleet was now at full mast and aching to be inside of her. He regretted sitting down to talk to her. He should have called her. Lissette was his kryptonite.

Lissette stood up and leaned over, giving him full view of her breast, and kissed him on his cheek. "See ya around."

As she walked up the street Lissette laughed at what had just transpired. She knew Fleet was going to be pissed, but she did not care. She had aroused herself to the point of drenching her panties, just to turn him on and leave him hard and dry. I'll just rub one out when I get home. Her body seemed to have other ideas though. The friction of walking coupled with the wetness between her legs had Lissette have mini orgasms all the way home. By the time she got to her room she was ready for the big one.

Lissette undid her shorts and kicked them off along with her sticky panties. She pulled off her blouse but left her bra on. When she was masturbating she liked the feel of her nipples through the lace. She bent under her bed and pulled out her box of dildos. For what she was feeling only King Kong would do. She suctioned her eleven inch friend to the floor and lowered herself onto him. She knew the right spot to position him so when she was fucking him her nipples will rub the side of the mattress. Lissette went to work on the cock inside of her. She wanted to prolong the process so she staggered the ride. When she was ready she let the waves crash over in torrents. She hollered and bucked screaming the names of Brent, Fleet, and James over and over again. The three expert fuckers in her life.

Fleet stood on the other side of her door hearing Lissette have one the best self-induced orgasms of her life. Who the fuck is James? Hmm Sette, you're holding back from me. We're gonna remedy that now.

Fleet walked into Lissette's bedroom and found her as he envisioned; arms sprawled out on the bed and her head resting on it. Her naked brown ass beckoned.

"Take that monstrosity from your cunt slut."

"Yes sir." Lissette was not surprised he was there. Although she was still recovering from her last climax she wanted him pressed against her. Lissette raised her hips and dislodged King Kong from her vagina. He glistened with her nectar.

"Suck it."

Lissette had never taken King Kong into her mouth before. She left him stuck to the floor and backed up. She opened her mouth and took him slowly. He was wide so it was quite difficult. The lower she got on him the higher her butt got. From that angle Fleet could see right into her seeping hole. Her inner thighs were wet with the copious juices running out of her. He stuck two digits into her gathering a nice sample for him to taste.

"Damn Sette you taste even better than I remember."

All Lissette could do it grunt. Having him touch her was intoxicating; he knew all the right buttons to push. He dipped his fingers in again. This time it was not for his mouth. He lubricated the tight brown hole that was staring at him. When Lissette felt the intrusion of his fingers in her butt she squealed in delight. He was the only man to ever take her there and he was superb at it. Fleet continued to lubricate her bumhole until he was satisfied. Lissette was squirming and begging to be entered. Fleet was more than glad to satisfy her need.

"Assume the position." He demanded slapping her ass.

Lissette quickly got off her knees, spread her legs and grabbed her ankles. Fleet took out his leaking cock and tapped Lissette's crack a few times. His precum dribbled between the crevice and settled in the sweet spot. He pressed the mushroomed head into the entrance. Lissette gave no resistance. She remained still until he bottomed out into her. He dug his fingers into her hips as he withdrew. Seeing her so submissive before him awoke a primal nature in him. Lissette knew how to work him. Sandy lacked that spark. As his thoughts drifted to Sandy he slammed back into her. He wanted to punish Lissette for making herself so irresistible to him, for sleeping with other men, for getting off thinking of them. Her body jerked trying taking the force of his thrust. He pummeled her ass as she bellowed incoherently. Lissette felt twisted inside and out. Her stomach stiffened and her legs gave out as she climaxed thrashing underneath Fleet who was still having a go at her ass.

He reached over her head and yanked King Kong from the floor. Lissette was enjoying the fireworks going off in her body when she felt something slide across her slit. Fleet rubbed the dildo on her clit over stimulating the bundle of nerves. When Lissette thought she was going to lose her mind, he shoved it roughly into her. Lissette screeched and clawed at the floor. She'd never had two cocks in her before and it felt amazing...if not slightly depraved. Fleet pulled the fake cock out and suctioned it to the floor. He pulled Lissette to her knees and pushed her down forcing King Kong to fill her again. Fleet loved manhandling her.

"Fleeeeet! I can't take anymore. I can't. Stop baby please." Lissette was near hysterical with pleasure.

"Yes you can you dirty bitch. You will take everything I gave you. You hear me. You. Hear. Me." Fleet twisted pinched her nipples through her bra. He knew how inflamed that made her. Every time he plunged and withdrew Lissette's pussy was assaulted inside and out by King Kong. Throw in the sensations in the ass and soon she was on the verge of short circuiting.

"Yes sir! Yes sir! Oh Fleet! Oh Fleet! Fuuuuuuuck!"

All her muscles spasmed around him. He felt like it was going to be snapped. He pushed her head down and howled as he erupted in her tortured behind. He kept pumping until all his seed left him. With drained balls and body he slumped to the side of her. Lissette never felt so empty and full at the same time. Fleet had truly worked her body out. She never thought Fleet would ever have brought her to such satisfaction again.

Lissette remained on her knees, cum oozing from both orifices. When some strength and sense returned to her she went and showered leaving Fleet sleeping on the floor. Typical she thought crossing over him. The shower barely revived her. She dried herself, collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Fleet woke up four hours later. Lissette was still asleep. When he looked at his phone to check the time he had five missed calls from Sandy. He jumped up ready to dash out. All the fuss and bother over his clothes woke Lissette. She turned over and watched him.

"You need to shower first."

"What?" He looked at her confused. Guilt already clouding his brain.

"You smell like sex and ass. Go wash me off of you." Lissette voice revealed that she had no illusions about a future with Fleet.

"Lissette?" Fleet was troubled by her tone.

"Yes."

"What's wrong?" He looked down at her.

"Nothing Fleet. All is well. No lie. I feel great. I'm just trying to prevent you from getting chewed out by Sandra. Now go shower, and then go to the gym to get sweated up. The sun is still up, just tell her you lost track of time."

"Lissette..."

"Fleet there is nothing to say. We are both adults."

Fleet walked to the bathroom not sure if he liked Lissette's cavalier attitude about what happened. As he lathered up his chest he felt her kiss his back, and her hands circled his waist.

"Lissette what are you doing?"

"Apologizing."

"What for? You were right."

"Yeah I was right, but I didn't have to be so harsh."

Fleet turned around and kissed her full on the mouth. He kissed her like she was his. Because deep down in his heart she would always be.

"I love you, Sette. More than you would ever know. But I can't hurt Sandy or put myself in a position where I can."

"I get that." Lissette did get it. She actually liked Sandy, but liked having Fleet in her more. However, she knew she had to completely respect their relationship.

"Plus I know you never really loved me. You loved the freedom being with me gave you. You love the way I could make you feel. I unleashed you and you love me for that, but you don't love me romantically. Am I wrong?"

"No." Tears stung her eyes. She took the sponge and continued his wash.

"So you're not working at the Vin anymore?"

"No, I got fired or quit. It got all confused."

"Brent fired you?" Fleet could not believe that. "What happened?"

"Things got complicated." She could not tell him Brent forced himself on her. As loathsome as what he did was, he shouldn't have to die.

"Did he hurt you?"

"It's not that simple." That was the truth, because the rape did not pain her as much as losing control of the situation. She really thought she could handle it all.

"It is. Yes or no?" Fleet looked into her face; he could always tell when she was lying.

"Can we change the subject?"

"One last question. Are you okay?"

"You know me. I'm resilient. Perhaps I'll go on another three year hiatus." She laughed.

"Don't. You know we men are bastards. We don't know how to cherish what we have until it's gone. But you're sure you're done with him?"

"Yeah. What are you concerned about?"

"That life is not for you Sette. Plus I just know he is a magnet for trouble."

"Don't worry about me. My birthday present is always nearby. Now raise your arms." She tried to reassure both of them with her words.

He kissed her on the top of her head. She continued to wash him to send his back to his girlfriend. He let her because this was going to be their last time together, and she wanted to do him this kindness.

*******

Brent studied Lissette's house wishing he had x-ray vision. She had been gone from him for exactly a week and he need to see her. He had been parked outside her home for more than five hours when he saw Fletcher McGregor leave. What the fuck?! He knew he did not see him go in, that only meant he's been there for most of the day. Brent was seething. Brent hopped out of his car and crossed the street to Lissette's home. He pounded on her door, but he really wanted to kick it in.

Lissette had just slipped into bed. She wanted to rest up before she went down to the shore for the weekend to see her parents. The banging on the door startled her. She knew it was not Fleet, he would just let himself in. She got dressed and walked downstairs. She cussed when she looked into the peep hole.

"Motherfucker!"

"Yes, it's me. Open up."

Lissette stood on the other side debated if to let him in.

"Walk around back."

Lissette went out back and sat in the garden. She did not want to be indoors with Brent. She crossed her legs and folded her arms as her approached.

"Brent what can I do for you?"

"I see you are working from home." He said taking a seat.

"Don't be ridiculous. What do you want? I know you're not concerned about how your ex-whore is doing. So why are you here?" Lissette was not in the mood for any of his mind games and bullshit.

"Watch you tongue?"

"Or what Brent, you're gonna choke me? Don't be an ass."

"I saw him leave Lissette, don't lie to me."

"Who? What?"

"Listen to Little Miss Innocent. Who? What?" Brent mocked her. "I saw Fletcher McGregor leaving here. He was fucking you. Both of you look freshly fucked."

"You are talking crazy. Plus why is it your concern who I sleep with? I don't work for you anymore."

"Work? You think this is all about working for me. If it was all about business I would have kept your ass. You get that. Do you know how difficult it was for me to be in my office knowing that some pig was having his way with you? I sat in there for a week getting shit done. Dammit Lissette, I want you."

"Soooo, you're here because you've decided whether it will be more profitable to have me in your bed or business?" Lissette laughed at the absurd conversation she was having. "Let me make it easy for you, so you weren't hurt that pretty little head of yours. I don't want you. I don't even know you, except you can fuck like a champion. And based on your past behaviour I don't want to get to know you. There is no longer any need for you to stalk me, monitor me, or whatever the hell you do." Lissette wanted to storm off, but was certain Brent would try to follow her inside. Also, she was still a little sore from her afternoon with Fleet and King Kong.

As she spoke Brent nodded as if he understood all that she said. When she was done he let a few seconds pass before saying his final piece for the day.

"Lissette, you are mine, and in time you will come to see."

"Oh my you still don't get it." Lissette laughed, conjuring her Cruella Deville. "Let me make you hip to something that would put all this to rest. Everything about me is pure game. It doesn't matter what you have in that damn file, you will never come near to the real me. When you wanted to dominate me in the bathroom, I let you. When you wanted the freaky girlfriend experience at the hotel I gave that to you. Why do you think your members were so pleased with my work? I read men like a book, and I give them what they want. And what do all men want, Brent? To feel like a king. How many times did I make you feel like that? Huh? Little did you know, you were the one being conquered. You, my dear, were just another John."

Brent staggered back. He was too stunned and enraged to say another word. Lissette words twisted a dagger in his heart. Lissette watched Brent make his way down the drive. When she figured he had driven off she went inside taking the hidden spare key with her.

*******

Carla was pissed off. She had spent too much of her week cancelling Lissette's appointments. Most of the clients took it well, expressing their disappointment, but understanding that high turnover was the nature of the business. However, one client in particular went berserk; James Wexler. He was looking forward to seeing Lissette when he returned from California. He had not fucked anyone else in anticipation of having her sweet cunt. Now he was pissed.

"Carla, what the fuck happened?" He barked.

"Nothing. She just did not work out?" Carla lied, giving him the company line. "We will comp your drinks the next time you come."

"I am not interested in your fucking comps. And I know that it is utter bullshit about her not working out. That girl was fantastic. She was good for business. Now I know Brent is the hire and fire guy, so did he fire her?"

Carla smarted at his comment. She has cursed herself repeatedly for giving Brent that power when they started the business. "James you know I can't discuss that with you. She just did not work out."

"Fine Carla, but you owe me. And have Brent call me." James hung up the phone.

Carla let out a long sigh. She wanted to strangle Brent. James was not the kind of guy you wanted to owe. He collected.

What the hell kinda voodoo did that girl do? It had been awhile since Carla had seen their clients go so ga-ga over a new girl, especially one like Lissette. She wasn't skinny or blonde. She was this heavy, black girl. Granted she was stunning and had a smile that could melt Antarctica, but if it was up to her Carla would never had hired Lissette. It was Brent who saw it, the spark that made a girl a good earner. Now Brent had gone a screwed it up.




The Stable Ch. 04



Carla called Damon to see if he had erased all of Lissette's footage yet. She was curious. There was something about the way that Lissette took to her job that peaked Carla's interest. She did not need any coaching or warming up. During her week there she served twenty clients. All of them raved about how skilled she was. As Carla watched the tapes she saw just how right they were.

Somehow what she was watching did not gel with the assessment in Lissette's file. She was evaluated as the innocent girl next door type. Her unblemished chocolate skin, the fact she mostly wore her natural hair in two ponytails, she had not had sex in the past three years, and the softness of her body lent to that verdict. From what Carla observed Lissette loved sex. Oh shit, the little doe is actually a nympho. Hmm Brent did say he suspected she was holding back. Carla smiled triumphantly, because she was sure Brent did not know what a true slut Lissette was. She was going enjoy breaking the news to him, but first she had to see what Lissette did to Mr. Jackson.

*******

Brent sat in his office rehearsing the words Lissette said to him. He did not even know how he made his way back to Coq au Vin. His thoughts were consumed with seeing Fetcher McGregor and what had occurred with Lissette. He could not believe he was so wrong about her. He wanted to kill her. The bottle of vodka in his hand was not helping the situation. That bitch. That fucking bitch will pay.

Carla was informed that Brent had returned to his office. She was on her way out for the day, but she was more than eager to spare a few minutes putting Brent in check. She sauntered into his office and took and seat on the leather chair. Carla crossed her legs and spread her arms across the back. She ignored the glower coming from Brent. His fowl mood was not going to overshadow her joyous one.

"Brent," she began, "what is that you saw in Lissette to make her Coq au Vin material? Her shape? Her colour? Was it her girl next door appeal? I've always trusted your ability to pick new girls for the stable, but this time you were wrong. Lissette is not what she seems. She is a nympo. I don't think she took this job for the money. She is all about the sex."

"And how did you come by that enlightenment?"

"I saw her tapes. And to quote Damon, "Dat bitch bad!" She could work those hips and lips. I know you said she was keeping something back, but she unleashed it all with her clients. Hmm you should have seen what I saw. James came twice in one week and doubled his last session with her." Carla was laying it on rough and thick she knew the mention of James would needle him. "How did you miss it? Oh I know. You were too busy obsessing about that good girl act she put on. You thought you were the man. Wow, this repressed chick is letting me turn her out. That bitch was already turned out. You and all these other men here were just a notch on her belt."

Brent threw his glass at Carla's head. He was sick of her voice, and her words which were reminiscent of what Lissette said. Carla dodged the missile. She was accustomed to Brent's anger and was prepared for anything. She even had a taser in her pocket, just in case things got physical. Some of the ice and glass landed on her blouse, Carla took that as her cue to leave. On her way out she tossed him her last cutting remark.

"Man up. You played yourself. And oh yeah, call James."

Brent did not see it that way though. He felt that Lissette lied to him. For that he was going to punish her, and he knew just how to do it. He would wreck the one thing her knew mattered to her, family.



The Stable Ch. 05



Retail therapy. That is what Lissette needed today, some retail therapy. The job market was ridiculously dry and hunting was frustrating. She circled the mall twice before taking a seat on the fountain. Not even any of the incoming fall fashions picked up her mood. She felt displaced, not like herself. It had been two weeks since she told Brent off. She had been expecting some retaliation from him, but after a few days had passed she relaxed. She stared at the bubbling water wishing for an epiphany about her life. I need to get away. Some tropical island full of hot men.

"A penny for your thoughts?" James whispered in her ears.

Lissette jumped. Hmm speaking of hot men. She had heard his voice in her masturbatory fantasies. It was raspy, sexy, and low. Lissette tried to get a hold of her thoughts, before responding, but couldn't. She looked up at him with a grin on her face.

"Fancy seeing you here?" She hoped her could not read her dirty mind.

"Are you pleased?" He flashed her his pearly whites taking in the sight before him. Lissette had on a purple halter top with white shorts. The fall had just begun so the weather was still warm. But she could have been in a burka and he still would have found her sexy.

"Only if it is a true coincidence. I'm so over stalkers."

"It is truly a coincidence. Scouts honour." He showed her the pledge signal, and sat next to her.

"So what badge are you here earning?"

"My "Best Boss" badge."

"Which one of the stores do you own?"

"None. I own the mall."

"Wow, that must be awesome," She said sincerely.

"It's inherited."

"So? Does that make the work you do any less worthy of praise?"

James looked at Lissette in surprise. He was not expecting her to be so magnanimous.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He wanted to say a host of dirty things to her, thought better of it. "You are remarkable."

"You think so, huh?" Lissette replied sarcastically.

"I do."

Lissette did not know how to take James. He had been very nice during their first two times together, but that was all about sex. Sex she was getting paid for. And although she had no shame about that, here he was talking to her like that is not how they met. It felt a bit weird.

James, was overjoyed that he had bumped into Lissette. He had not been back to Coq au Vin since his last time with her. He was not interested in seeing anyone else. However he was interested in knowing what really transpired, because he was convinced Carla was lying. He needed a good segue into the topic.

Lissette and James sat in their awkward pause for a moment. They wanted to broach the same subject. Suddenly, Lissette blurted out, "Ok I know you are dying to ask!"

James blew out some air and smiled. "How did you know?"

"Your face. I hope you don't play poker."

James laughed. "So what happened?"

"I got fired. I guess."

"You guess?"

"In the midst of Brent firing me, I quit."

"Why?"

Lissette did not want to tell James the truth. She did not want to come off weak and defenseless. "Well Mr. Inquisitive, I got annoyed. Brent asked me to come work at Coq au Vin. Then he begins to freak out. Wait a minute." A reminder popped into her head. "He bugged out especially when I was with you. What is up with that?"

"Look who is being nosey, now. Brent and I go way back, I won't bore you with the details...just yet." He hoped she would catch the last two words.

"Just yet?"

"Yes. I don't plan to let you slip away from me again. Cards on the table, I want you Lissette. If Brent hadn't fired I would be trying to find a way to steal you from him."

Brent said the same thing. Lissette eyed him with skepticism.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't want you so I can share you. I want you as my permanent mistress." 

Holy crap. Lissette was speechless but knew that she better say something or atleast nod her head. "Wow, that's one hell of an offer."

"Mistress maybe the wrong word, I would like you to be my companion. That means travelling with me, attending events and of course," he paused for effect, "sex."

Lissette looked into his sparkling green eyes. He seemed eager to have her say yes, but was trying to play reserved. There was a sweetness about him that Brent definitely lacked, but she was concerned about his true intentions. She did not want to be some adult version of their school yard games.

He continued to make his case. "Lissette you have a lot to offer. You are intelligent, gorgeous, and have a lovely personality."

"Can I interrupt you?"

"Well yes, since you already have."

"Thanks, but you don't know me really. And to make me an offer based on an inference you have not proven, is just crazy."

"I understand your reluctance to accept my offer, but I know you Lissette. You are more than you appear. Although you do try hard, you can't always hide it. You are looking for something Lissette, and I can give it to you. You want a job. You want adventure. You want sex, lots of it. You want stability. I am offering you all of that. Tell me I am wrong, I will rescind my proposal and we will remain friends."

Lissette wanted to deny the truth of what James had just said but she couldn't. He had her number. "You're not wrong, but you understand my apprehension."

James leaned to the side of her face and whispered into her ear. "I understand perfectly. But at this very moment all I can think is how pretty you look. How fuckable you are. Your lips, the curve of your breasts, I've been trying to keep some sense of decorum during this conversation, but manners be damned, I want to fuck you, now. Can you feel me Lissette deep in you, making you moan and shake as you cum hard for me." As he spoke his fingers discreetly danced up her thighs, until it was so close to her apex her mind screamed for him to touch her.

Lissette let out a barely audible gasp. "Where?"

Without speaking James took her hand and led her to his office. Each step built the tension between them. Lissette's panties were soaked with anticipation and James' cock strained in his pants pleading to be inside of her. The urgency with which he pushed her in the door was underscored by the haste in which they undressed. James grabbed her by a fistful of her hair and crashed his mouth against hers. Her pliable body molded into his perfectly. He nudged her legs apart and slammed into her. His swift filling movement caused Lissette to yelp in pleasant surprise. He backed her against the door and hoisted her legs against his thighs. With that support Lissette was able to rotate and grind her pelvis on his unrelenting cock. Her body was not going to delay the orgasm she craved, and neither was his. As the climax fast approached the friction of her nipples against his chest sent her into overdrive. 

James' words of encouragement spurred her on. "Cum for me baby, Cum for me. I feel it. I feel you. Give it to me. It's mine. It's mine Lissette. It is mine!"

She gripped his hair and screamed his name from her trembling core. James reacted to hearing the sexy sounds of his name by cumming deep inside her. He jerked as shot after shot exited him and coated her inner walls. When they felt sturdy enough they released each other. James wiped the stray curls from her face, and kissed her. He kissed her wanting to communicate to her that what just happened was beyond a fuck. Lissette kissed him back know that something was passing between them. He moved them until they were crumbling to the floor together. James was ready to go again. He kissed her on her forehead and travelled down to her breasts. He made a special kind of love to her nipples that had Lissette writhing and begging for mercy. When he was certain he had her where he wanted. He took her again.

"Open you eyes Sugar. I want you to see me."

Lissette opened her eyes to see him looking at her so intently, her stomach lurched. She shut them again. James stopped his stroking to pull her nipples. They were so sensitive his grip caused her some pain. 

"I said look at me."

Lissette knew the introduction of pain into their copulation would speed up her climax. She shook her head and he squeezed and pulled. She bucked her hips against his, indicating she liked what she felt. James did it again just to be sure his mind was not playing tricks on him. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. He rolled them over so she would be on top looking down at him.

"Lissette do you like pain?"

She nodded demurely. James' dick grew harder within her. He adjusted them so his back was against his desk and she sat astride him. He wanted to see her face as he inflicted measured pain as they fucked.

Lissette leaned back giving James access to her nipples. He held onto them like reins. She ground down against his penis, taking him on a journey of raw pleasure. His tugging at her turgid peaks was bringing her to the edge quickly. When he felt her spasm around him he stopped pinching her nipples and began flicking them, the alternating rhythm caused her start talking gibberish as she thrashed on his cumming cock. He drew her to him and held her in her arms as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Lissette felt sheepish as her senses came back to her. She tried to dislodge herself from James but he held her firm. He turned his face towards hers and kissed her. Only when he was satisfied did he let her go. She got up and redressed with her back towards him. Despite his tenderness and care she was still having a hard time facing him.

"Lissette will you look at me?"

"Perhaps, when my embarrassment passes."

"What is there to be embarrassed about? Because you cried? Would it help if I tell you that I wanted to cry the moment I entered you?"

"No, because you suppressed it, I feel like a right fool for losing it so, infront of you."

"Remember what you said to me at the Vin. You got pleasure from pleasuring me. Well the feeling is mutual. To watch your tears flow, or your eyes roll to the back of your head, or hear you scream in ecstasy or feel your pussy spasm; woman you can break a man. I treasure that."

Lissette listened to James describe so vividly how he loved to see her in such a state of abandon. She turned around a smiled at him. He smiled back; glad the awkwardness between them had passed.

He spoke as if his offer had been the topic of conversation. "I won't press you for an answer, but I will like to give you a taste of what I have in mind. There is a political fundraiser tonight in Manhattan, and I would like you to accompany me. It is the Fire and Ice Ball. There is a boutique on the first level that I'm sure will have the ideal gown for you, so take this," he said passing her a credit card and a grand in cash, "and get all that you need. I'll be by to pick you up at eight."

Lissette held the card and cash cautiously. She knew that James had worked some magic on her just now, but she was impressed. He and Brent had similar, I get what I want attitudes but their approach was different. With only six hours to get presentable she did as she was told, and went to the boutique on the fist level. James was right. The dresses in the shop were exquisite. Lissette found her gown in a matter of minutes. It was a bold red strapless flowing column by Marchesa, with an asymmetrical chiffon overlay and a flurry of floral appliqués. The dress was stunning. It hugged every curve deliciously. Lissette just needed some Spanx to seal the deal. After purchasing the body shaper she picked up a pair of strappy gold heels, a clutch and some jewelry. The last thing on her agenda was to go to the salon to get her hair done. She dropped the bags home and ran downtown to her cousin's salon.

*******

Tonya's jaw dropped when Lissette walked into her salon. Tonya was Lissette's cousin on her father's side, and she could count the times on one hand Lissette actually came to the salon to get her hair done. She only came to get her nails and waxing.

"Hey Ton, I need you to do something with this? And I need everything else done too, feet, hands, and eyebrows." Lissette spoke unbraiding her hair.

"And moustache."

"I don't have a moustache," Lissette responded looking in the mirror.

"If you say so, but whatever it is you are doing tonight must be freaking important for you to let me touch that hair of yours. Just let me get this client under the dryer and then I'll start on you."

"I'm going to the Fire & Ice Ball and my date is coming at eight."

Tonya and Lissette chatted about the event. Lissette just told her some dude she met a few weeks ago asked her to be his date. She could not divulge how she met him. Tonya knew that Lissette was being secretive, but that did not bother her. Since they were children Lissette operated on a need to know basis, but that never stopped them from being close. The only person Lissette completely confided in was Brendon.

Lissette told Tonya that she wanted to do something with her hair the guy never saw before. They decided on a sew-in weave that she curled and pinned. When Tonya was done Lissette paid her and gave her a big tip with a wink, promising to tell her how the night went.

*******

When Lissette got home from the salon she only had an hour to get ready. She laid everything out, jumped in the shower. She was glad she had the girl at the salon wax her armpit and legs. It was definitely saving her time now. After she had all her undergarments on she called her mother to put on her make-up for her. Lissette was not a big fan of the stuff, but knew she could rely on her mother to have everything she needed.

Marie was more that glad to assist Lissette. All she got was the cliff notes when Lissette came rushing in from the salon.

"Lissette relax your face, and pout your lips."

"Mom that sounds like contradictory instructions."

"Girl just do as I ask please. Your date will be her in twenty-five minutes."

"Okay. Mom but not to heavy I don't want to smudge or have to reapply throughout the night."

"Child hush I know what I am doing. So are you going to tell me who this date of yours is?"

"He is just some dude I met a few weeks ago and he asked me to be his date for tonight."

"So he is not the guy who you broke away with?'

"No, totally new dude."

"Hmmm." Marie smiled.

When Marie was done she told Lissette to look in the mirror. She was pleased with what her mother had done. She got assistance to put the dress and her shoes on. She had to hand it to herself she pulled it together nicely. She hoped James will approve. Marie was taking pictures of Lissette at the top of the stairs when the doorbell rang. Lissette looked at the hallway clock. Forever prompt.

Patrick answered the door to greet the man that was taking his daughter out for the evening. He wondered if it was the same guy who kept her out a few weeks ago. As a father he worried. As a cop he worried. But he had to trust that he raised Lissette to have sound judgment and enough sense that when she messed up, she was clever enough to cover her tracks and get rid of the evidence.

"Lissette your date is here." He called out to her as if she was in high school, while staring intently at James

"I'll be right down."

"Mr. Wexler, I did not know you knew my daughter." Patrick shook James' hand. He knew James from Chamber of Commerce meetings. He did not know much about him, except that owned malls, was wealthy, and was a frequent visitor of Coq au Vin.

"We only met a few weeks ago." James was a tall and confident man, but there was something about standing in front of Patrick that dwarfed him. And it wasn't just Patrick's strapping build that created this effect. The years in the military and as a cop had made him a force to be reckoned with. James had seen him in action a few times at meetings, and respected him. He was fair and intelligent. He was struck shocked that he was Lissette's father. He was sure Patrick did not know Lissette had worked at Coq au Vin. He chided himself for not reading the file he made Carla send over. He just scanned the first page for her address. Things may have just gone from interesting to complicated.

Lissette walked down the stairs and left both men speechless. Patrick's eye watered. There was something about seeing his little girl look so grown up that always touched him.

"Dad, are you crying?" Lissette raised her plucked eyebrow at him inquisitively.

"I just got something in my eye you smartass."

James was glad to see the exchange between Lissette and Patrick. It normalized her even more. Plus it gave him time to gather himself. She had taken his breath away. That red dress was working his imagination something wicked. He was debating if he really wanted to attend this gala tonight. He did not care that it was $25,000 per plate. He wanted to take her to his home and pound her senseless until the sun rose.

"James you are staring." Lissette broke his train of thoughts.

"Do you blame me?" He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

"Well this is all for you, so I am glad you appreciate it," she whispered into his ear.

James was surprised that Lissette flirted with him with her parents standing there. He blushed. Wow I think the last time I blushed was in 8th grade. But it did give him hope that perhaps she would say yes to his proposal.

*******

James offered Lissette a drink as the limousine pulled off. She declined. She realized she did not have anything to eat since breakfast, and adding alcohol to her stomach now would be a disaster.

"So what you are saying is that you are hungry?"

"I am. So torture me and tell me what is on the menu."

"Shrimp and steak."

"Do I get an option?"

"No, it's served together. Why?"

"I have a serious allergy to shrimp."

"Okay." James took out his phone and made a call to someone to make sure Lissette plate was not contaminated with shrimp. When he got off the phone he was taken aback when she leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

"What was that for?"

"For taking care of me."

"That is all what I want to do, Lissette." He took her hand in his and stroked it gently. "Have you given thought to my proposition?"

"To be frank, I have not. I was so busy getting ready for tonight I did not have time to contemplate it deeply."

"I understand. No pressure. Well maybe just a bit."

They both laughed and made conversation for the duration of the ride. He told her that he knew her father, and so on.

*******

Lissette smoothed her dress, and doubled checked her face in the foyer's mirror. She was surprisingly nervous. She wanted to make a good impression for James' sake. Please God don't let me embarrass myself.

James hand rested on her lower back ushering her into to the ballroom. He whispered in her ear, "I have you."

Lissette smiled. She was worrying about having his back, and he was worrying about having hers. Eyes raised in admiration and curiosity as they walked in together. Lissette glided across the floor, the light layers of the red dress fluttered around her. James introduced her to various friends and acquaintances. It was during one of these introductions Lissette was almost left speechless.

James tapped a gentleman on the shoulder and introduced him as Senator Clarke Brown. He looked at Lissette's face in just as much astonishment as she wore on hers. She had serviced him during her time at the Vin. The cowboy. She smiled reassuring him that their secret was safe. His facial expression eased as she cordially greeted his wife. James took note of what silently passed between Lissette and the Senator. Lissette had not considered the possibility that she would meet up one of her former clients there. It was slightly unnerving. She looked around the room and it occurred to her there were two other familiar faces in the room. She sighed.




The Stable Ch. 05



James took her to the buffet of canapés. He carefully made her a plate and passed it to her. "So I take it you and the Senator know each other?"

"Yes, the same way I know you." Lissette tried to read his face.

"Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to leave?"

"No, if I am going to be on your arm. It just might happen again I need to accept that. Are you reconsidering your offer?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Good." She fed him one of her cheese puffs.

They made their way to the patio to enjoy the autumn air and view of Manhattan. James' hand encircled her waist, and she leaned against him.

This feels too nice. Too real. Too...

"What are you thinking?" James asked feeling her body stiffen.

"That this feels nice and too real."

"Too real?" James tightened his arm around her.

"You feel like how a real boyfriend should feel. And I feel at ease in your arms like you are really my man." Lissette spoke softly. She did not want to upset James, but she did not want to lie to him either.

"Why does that bother you?"

"You are not bothered?"

"How could I be bothered? I have a gorgeous woman in my arms. I am standing under a magnificent sky. Don't borrow troubles, Lissette. Let us just enjoy the night and deal with the rest tomorrow, alright."

"Alright, Mr. Easy-Breezy."

James smiled over her head. If only Lissette knew that playing the boyfriend tonight was doing his head in too. He really liked holding her in his arms. They swayed in silence as the band's music flowed out. Lissette excused herself to go to the ladies room before dinner was served. As she walked through the ballroom the hairs on the back of her neck rose. She turned around in a panic. Her eyes connected immediately with the blue ones pitching daggers at her. Oh fuck! She looked around for James but could not find him. She decided not to alarm him, but go about her business and ignore Brent.

In the bathroom, she retouched her lipstick and readjusted her hair. Lissette what is wrong with you. You have a handsome man hanging on your every word. You're in good company. Ignore Brent and enjoy your night. Alright? Alright. As she made her way back to James a hand came out of nowhere covered her mouth and dragged her into a small office. Brent wrapped his hand around her throat, and this time he just kept squeezing. Lissette hands flailed around trying to escape from him.

"You bitch. You are here with him? What are you playing at, trying to move up in the world. You dirty, stinking whore. You think you're too good for me. We will see who played who. I will ruin him. I will ruin your father. I will ruin you." With that he cast her to the floor. 

Lissette tried to steady her nerves, and figure a way out of this predicament. Brent towered over her. He wanted to rip that dress off of her. He wanted to hurt her. When she had controlled her sobs she tried to get up. Brent watched her struggle trying not to tear her dress. Lissette was having flashbacks of what happened in his office. She would not let him take her against her will again.

"You should stay on the ground. You wanted to be a whore well that is where whores belong." Each time she tried to get up he would push her down again. When he had had enough toying with her he stooped down, grabbed her by face and continued to assault her with a barrage of cusses and threats. She tugged her face away and he snatched it again, leaving a long red welt along her jaw line. 

"Stop you psycho!" Lissette pushed at him. "Get off of me."

Brent barely moved. "Where's all that mouth Lissette? Nothing to say now? Good because I have a better use for that mouth."

"The hell you do." She clawed at him, and got him good across the cheeks.

"Whose going to stop me, sweet lips? That pansy you're here with?"

"Pansy? He's not the one beating up a woman...

"Whore not a woman, a whore!" Brent blared.

"Call me whatever you like, but the fact still remains he is more man... a better man than you will ever be." Lissette spat out at him.

At that last statement Brent backhanded her, bruising her cheek and cutting her lip. When he saw the blood begin to drip his loins became aroused. He pushed her onto her back and tried to rip the bodice of the dress. He underestimated the integrity of the dress. Brent became more enraged at being denied access to what he wanted. It gave Lissette enough space to kick him in the groin. She shimmied away as he twisted and cussed in pain. She got on to her feet, but still could not get passed him. She took her shoes off to steady her stance. Brent's breath came back him and he pursued Lissette with homicidal intent. She dodged him as best she could in the small space, but he got his hands on her again. This time he threw her up against the wall. Her head connected with such force Lissette saw stars. She tried the shake the daze off, as his hand held her neck in a vise grip.

James glanced at the door and looked at his watch. Lissette had been gone for too long. He excused himself and went to find her. He knocked on the ladies room door. When no-one answered he entered. He started to feel something was terribly wrong. He did not want to call her name to create a scene, so he started trying every door in the hall.

The door opened and Brent glanced back, before he could even utter a word James lunged at him punching him squarely in the jaw. Brent staggered back and James kept pounding at his face. Lissette covered her mouth to stifle her scream. Brent caught his balance and swung at James, connecting with his ribs. The men traded blows, and Lissette pressed herself against the wall, trying to stay out of the way.

"You are fighting me over that dirty cunt?" Brent spat at James.

"I am fighting you because you are a dick."

"Well you know how much she likes dick."

James picked Brent up and smashed him on the table. It broke and the two went down with a crash. Lissette was sure people heard the noise. She was relieved when no one came. It would have been hard to explain why they were fighting. When Lissette had had enough she braved it and stepped in-between them begging them to stop.

"Enough! Enough!"

"Why? You hate seeing your boyfriend get his ass whipped?" Brent antagonized.

James was having a hard time controlling his rage. He could see the mascara smudges on her cheeks and her bloody lip. Is that a handprint around her neck? James pushed her out of the way and bitch slapped Brent.

"Don't you ever come near her again you sick prick." James pulled Lissette out of the room, but he wanted to stay there and kick the shit out of Brent. When he had her securely in the corridor he tipped her chin up to see her neck in better light. "Shit Lissette I am so sorry. I had no idea he would come after you like that. I did not even know he was here."

Behind them came a voice that they both recognized. "What the fuck happened, Sette?"

From the way James was taking care of her he knew he was not the perpetrator. When neither responded Fleet asked again, "Wexler what is going on?"

"Nothing." They both replied.

"Bullshit. Speak now or I'll call your father."

"You wouldn't dare." Lissette leveled her eyes at Fleet.

"You know me Sette. So spill."

While James and Lissette looked at each other trying to decide how much to tell him, Brent stumbled out of the room.

"Aye it's Fletcher. Another one of your playmates, eh Lissette, here to defend thy honour?" Brent laughed cynically.

"Watch your mouth." Fleet warned him.

"Damn bitch, that pussy..."

Brent never completed his statement. Fleet decked him and threw him back into the room.

"Lissette you told me he would not come after you?"

"How was I supposed to know he would? I thought I shut it down. Why are you here anyway?"

"Look at your neck. Look at your face. You know you can't go home tonight right?" Fleet reached out and touched her bruises.

"I wasn't planning to." Lissette squeezed James' hand.

He wanted to smile, but this was not the time, especially with Fletcher looking murderously at them. Perhaps there is some truth to what Brent said.

"James could you give us a sec?" Fleet looked at Lissette's face. If he wasn't on a job he would have thrown Brent in the trunk of his car, and dealt with him somewhere more private. I'll get to that fucker.

"Sure." He left and went to call for their limo.

"Sette..."

"Don't start. I'll be fine. Brent saw you leave the house, so he concluded that we were fucking. I denied it, but he's insistent. He's determined, but I want you to go back to your post. If he comes out screaming allegations everyone would just smell the alcohol on his breath. We'll talk tomorrow when all our heads are clearer."

"Okay, Sette. But please take care. Any hint of trouble call me."

"I promise."

Fletcher escorted her to James. The men nodded at each other in a silent agreement of protection. James wondered what their little tête-à-tête was about. Although they sat hand in hand, the limousine ride was back to Jersey was very quiet. Buzzing in their heads were questions that they were hesitant to ask. When the quiet became unbearable Lissette cracked it with a sigh.

"Let me see your face."

James turned to her. The bruising was clearly visible now. His left eye was puffy. Lissette reached into the bucket and made them ice-pack. She carefully iced their wounds. Lissette thought he looked sexy and told him so. James winced trying to laugh. His battered ribs were smarting with every breath. Despite the pain he leaned over and kissed her.

"What was that for?"

"For taking care of me."

"I feel responsible."

"Don't. This is not the first time Brent and I have scrapped."

"Why? And don't tell me it is complicated."

"Well, when we were children our families were close. Our fathers golfed together and our mother sat on the same charities. We went to the same private school. Both our fathers were in finance, but one day when we were twelve the feds raided his father's offices and he gets arrested. Needless to say, it was embarrassing for the entire family. Almost everyone they knew ostracized them. Mr. Stuggard was given a five year sentence in Club Fed for embezzlement. He only served three, but those were difficult years for them."

"So, he's pissed off because when you were children your family abandoned his in their time of trouble?"

"No, in fact it happened to the contrary. My family stood by them. Providing financial help and emotional support. One day I asked my father about it, and he said that in their business everyone's hand is dirty in someway. The only difference between himself and Mr. Stuggard is that one got caught. Somehow Brent seemed to resent me more for staying his friend. We fought in high school a few times, a few times after that. The last one was right before he opened the Vin. I offered to give him some of the seed money, and come in as an investor. Let's just say he strongly refused."

"Hmmm, I find it interesting that you wanted to own a brothel."

"That is your take away from the story." James laughed painfully. "Now you have to tell me what you did to him. One minute he is head over feet in love with you next he wants to kill you."

"In love is strong. Let's go with infatuated. He came by my house a few weeks ago and starts mouthing off about how he will do anything to have me, blah, blah, blah. So I told him he was nothing but a John, that he played himself thinking he was anything more."

"You called him a John? Woman that's like taking a stick to a hornets nest. Is that how you see me?"

"No, I never saw any of my clients as Johns. But I thought it would drive him out of my life. Instead, I guess it infuriated him beyond reason."

"Let me protect you."

"You've done so much tonight already, except the one thing you were supposed to do, feed me." Lissette needed to diffuse the tension in the car.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Something fast and delicious. Wendy's."

"Wendy's it is." James called to the driver to find the nearest Wendy's.

Lissette wolfed down her meal. One would think that after such a traumatic episode she had with Brent she would have lost her appetite. Instead she felt more ravenous. Maybe it was the adrenaline coupled with true hunger. James was not a big fast food guy, but this night deserved a bit of indulgence. Neither spoke through the mobile meal. It gave them each an opportunity to process what happened. There were still lingering questions and problems to solve. Lissette needed to stop Brent from doing whatever he had planned, because she knew he was not bluffing. James was curious about Lissette's relationship with Fletcher.

The car came to a stop outside a nondescript brick building in Jersey City. James announced that they were at his home. Lissette looked at him as if he was crazy. He laughed and told her to wait until she saw the inside. The driver opened the door and took Lissette's hand. He was shocked to see how badly bruised they both were, but made no comment. James tipped him and thanked him for his service. He let them in with his coded keypad.

Lissette walked into the renovated factory and was bowled over. Whoever the architect and interior designer were sure earned their money. The space was stunning. James offered and tour and Lissette was eager. The five storey home was warm and inviting. They did not scrimp on the marble or incredible tile work. Lissette loved the fireplaces in each room. The main hall was fitted with one so large that you could sit in it. James informed her that he had it imported from England from a castled slated for demolition. The made they way up a spiral copper staircase which led to a roof top deck. It had daybeds, a hot tub and an outdoor kitchen. A true party space. The last stop on the tour was the master bedroom. It was decorated in a southwestern theme with it's brown leather, suede, and Native American prints.

James watched as Lissette touched all the elements of the room. She moved so sensually, the gown flowing effortlessly behind her. James went to the bathroom, and put the tub to fill. When came back he found Lissette at the window looking at the Manhattan skyline. He stood behind her.

"I'm sorry the evening did not turn out as planned."

"So am I, but that is okay. A little worse for wear, but we're here together. Let's make the most of tonight."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Help me out of this dress and let's find out."

James took his time unzipping the gown. It dropped into a pool of red at her feet. His eyes travelled from the black satin strapless bra to the layer of black lycra covering the rest of her body. He burst out laughing. The pain from his ribs had subsided since he popped Vidacine when he got home.

"That looks uncomfortable."

Lissette swatted him on the shoulder. "You are laughing at the pains we women go through to make ourselves beautiful."

"Yes. You don't need that crap."

"Oh yes I do. It is added insurance that nothing jiggles around to much. Spanx saves lives."

"Do I need to cut you out of it?" James was still laughing.

"Oh forget that, I'm keeping it on. I'm keeping it all on." She gestured at her whole ensemble.

"Well you'll be uncomfortable in the bath I've drawn."

"Stop trying to get me naked."

"Woman I've wanted you naked since came down your stairs."

"Hmm. Flattery." Lissette peeled off the undergarments and followed him to the candlelit bathroom.

"Much better," James remarked seeing Lissette's naked reflection in the mirror. "Climb in."

Lissette braided and tucked her hair away and got into the hot water. She had refused the painkiller offered to her, but the scorching liquid was a balm to her sore body. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift somewhere serene. James watched Lissette's still expression wondering if he should abandon his plan to join her.

"Are you getting in?" she asked.

That was all the invitation he needed. James climbed in behind her and drew her back to his chest. The contact between them was intimate. Lissette could feel the rhythm on his heart, the steadiness comforted her. The dimness of the room and exhaustion in her body had Lissette drifting off against James. She was too tired to even begin examine the slippery slope she was on with James.

James' mind swirled with images of his smiling Lissette before the intrusion of Brent into their date. He did not want to make any assumptions about the potential depth of their relationship, but there was something there. Something that made his stomach tighten at the thought of losing her. He would not be satisfied having her just for the fleeting moments their lives allowed. He wanted her in his life permanently. Her gentle snore roused him from his deep thoughts. He kissed her on her neck. Lissette responded with a moan, but did not move. He kissed her again this time sucking tenderly. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at his relaxed face.

"Time for bed, Sugar." He eased her off of him, got out and offered her his hand. She took it and stepped out dripping. James dried her in fluffy towel. She allowed him having no energy to do it herself. He patted and wiped, getting aroused with each touch. He knew she was in no position to relieve him, but his dick did not care. When he was done he led her to the bed and tucked her in under the comforter. He slipped in behind her and brought their bodies together. James erection snuggled up comfortably in the crack of Lissette's backside. Lissette sighed as she felt him. Damn this shit is too perfect. They both drifted off, slightly dreading the sunrise.