5 comments/ 39624 views/ 6 favorites Fatal Attraction By: cuckable Prologue Edward Jameson had passed this particular street corner maybe hundreds of times, his first time was prom night when he struck out with his date. He remembers the humiliation of that night and her laughing at him and his... equipment. Ever since Edward had overcompensated, being aggressive, overbearing, and difficult. His relationships were generally short as his girlfriends grew tired of his false bravado and a general lack of skill in the sack. He had 'made up for it' by coming to this street corner when his urges got the better of him. A dark corner in a forgotten part of town covered in women practicing the oldest profession. Edward slid his wallet under the seat of his BMW and unlocked the passenger door and a wave of heavy perfume assailed his senses. She was young but experienced, a tight, too short skirt and heels too high to be comfortable. Her smile was forced and fake as she sat in the expensive leather bucket seat. Her name is Ashley and she always knew Edward by a different name. "Hi John, the usual?" "Actually Ashley the wife and kids are gone this weekend and I was hoping to spend some time by the pool." She never said no, one of her many 'good' qualities that Ed enjoyed about their arrangement. That plus she made him feel like a king in bed. 'sure, sweetie. It'll cost extra though... and I'll need a bathing suit." "My step daughter is about your size and maybe a little younger than you so you can borrow one of her suits. Actually as I looking at you, maybe I don't want you in a suit..." His grin was a little creepy but she knew how this works.　 "Sure, John, it's your dime." "Good girl. Buckle up, I am feeling frisky!" With that grin firmly in place on his pudgy face, Edward floored it as a tent started in his $500 designer slacks. Edward was wealthy and worked very few hours each week. So he was also idle. He met his wife of 5 years on a blind date. Gabriela was reeling from a breakup and Edward said all the right things, and they were married soon after. Gabriela is a lawyer of some skill who came into wealth from a family inheritance after they had married. It wasn't long before their new 'options' started to drive them apart, and they were unable to keep each other happy in... certain ways. Gabriela began to indulge herself with the new wealth and Edward indulged himself in other ways. He would get his fulfillment back on the corner where he 'discovered' sex, so here he was, driving a prostitute back to his place to get the kinds of carnal pleasures that his wife no longer wanted to share. Edward's smile barely displayed any of the guilt he did feel, deep down, while the obvious physical reaction to the scantily clad young lady in his passenger seat belied his appetites. His little tent always brought a smile to Ashley's face as it, literally, is the smallest she has ever had. Unlike some of her more well endowed clientele, Edward never left her feeling the slightest bit sore afterwards. Ever. "John it is gonna be a little more than usual from now on, college tuition and all." She was genuinely apologetic but she was confident he wouldn't have a problem with the cost increase for her attentions. After all 'John' had been a repeat customer of Ashleys for almost a year now while she worked her way through acting class, and she always enjoyed his money and his time. She liked the practice she had with him, because Edward gave her a chance to flex her acting craft as if she was having an orgasm from his tiny member and pathetic grunting. That and he was a good tipper, besides. 'sure, Ashley. Thinking of you swimming in my pool in your birthday suit is giving me wood." He was never so crude around anyone else but he figured, rightly so, that Ashley wouldn't be blushing at his coarse language and rude manners. He was mostly right because Ashley never forgot where the money was coming from, and was pretty good at giving Edward the illusion of being a real 'man's man'. It was a short trip and Edward got them to the manor in record time. Pulling into the circular driveway he remembered his manners and helped Ashley out of his BMW, closing the door for her as her high heels clicked to the front door of the family estate. Edward was so wrapped up in watching her shapely body walk away from him he failed to notice the garage door was open and another car was parked, when it was supposed to be empty. Rushing in, Edward and Ashley made a quick trip through the two story manor to the back yard and pool house beyond. After quickly browsing through his step daughter's cabana, Edward picked out one of the few suits that didn't bear her name. 'Liliana' was stenciled everywhere here as his step daughter was careful with her property, always. Her possessive nature often clashed with Edward, and was the main reason Edward was so eager to lend out her bathing suit to Ashley the streetwalker. "How's this Daddy?" She almost giggled thinking about Edward's tiny thing sliding in and out and barely touching the sides... the pool would make it more slippery. Ashley played the part of naughty girl to a 'tee', and angled her left hip to show Edward her tattoo. The ink was older and the lettering very small, but the black letters on a red flourish clearly spelled 'Daddy's Girl' in stylized lettering, only barely noticeable. Even so something didn't sit well with Edward seeing this curvaceous hooker in his step daughter's bikini while she smiled lewdly at him, her hips swaying. "Ashley don't call me that. Now get out of the bikini... I want you naked." Even though his stepdaughter Liliana only ever called him 'Ed' or 'Edward', hearing the word 'Daddy' from this hooker made him squirm for some reason. But a moment later he focused on his lust, his confidence obvious as was his aggression normally saved for his work associates. He was looking to make Ashley work for her money tonight. "Get in the pool... I want you wet." He stripped out of his expensive suit while Ashley was giggling and bouncing to the huge swimming pool that dominated the back yard. Neither Edward nor Ashley noticed that the upstairs window was wide open. With a loud 'splash' Ashley plunged into the pool with Edward a step behind her. The two long time lovers wasted no time pressing against one another, their warm naked flesh barely cooled by the poolwater. It didn't take Edward long to cut to the chase and of course Ashley was not resisting in the slightest. Had either of them looked up to see the young woman watching from the second story of the mansion they might not have finished their little dance. The young woman, upon seeing the older, pale, man wrapped around a cheap hooker, quickly pulled out a digital camera and began taking pictures, some of which were 'zoomed' in quite close to catch the blissful face of the older man. Liliana winced in anger as she snapped the pictures of her stepfather with the intention of showing every single disgusting picture to her mother, Gabriela, once she got home. But the young woman paused, stared blankly at the spectacle for long moments before setting the camera back into the drawer of her vanity. She watched for a few more moments, as long as she could, before closing the shudder and window in disgust. Fatal Attraction "He's a pompous piece of shit" Lila whispered to her eldest brother Keenan. With a smile Keenan teased his little sister, "you shouldn't say such things like that sister dearest, or you might end up without a head" He soon lost his smile as he turned back to stare at the royalty that graced their small castle walls. Their father Garrick was a renowned warrior in the north, serving the kingdom of Avalon as guardian of the northern borders. While their family was feared and respected as great warriors and hunters, they held little authority and esteem as nobility, which is why Keenan thought to himself of how unusual it was that the arrogant crown prince would pay them a visit. He had an inkling feeling in the back of his mind that something terrible was approaching. Snapping out of his contemplation Keenan turned to speak to his favorite sister, "you should go now Lila, before mother returns" he said as quietly as possible. As he looked at her he couldn't help but wonder about her beauty. Heavens above and below had to agree that his sister was one of the most beautiful creatures that graced the kingdom. With long silky brown hair that reached her lower back, big brown eyes that one could stare endlessly into, soft pink lips that curved into such stunning smiles and an exotic tan that distinguished her from pure northerner...she had to be a reincarnation of the Goddess of beauty and love, Helena, although her personality often resembled a huntress rather than a deity. Lila was not as lucky in life as she was in looks. His angel was the consequence of an affair his father had when he was ten. While his mother had died shortly after his birth, his father had soon re-married a superficial and conniving bitch, Erinna. Lila's mother Aleria had been an outsider. She was an exotic creature that had captivated the heart of his father. While his father would have left Erinna to be with Aleria, she abandoned them both to the castle and returned to her own lands. Erinna was as shallow as a puddle and as cruel as any warlord. She hated Lila with a passion and would torture and abuse the girl on a daily basis. For the most part of her youth, Lila was treated as a servant and her father often turned a blind eye to Erinna's rampage. Keenan's other sisters were just as bad as their mother when it came to Lila. So Keenan did as much as he could to protect his little sister from all the pain of her childhood. He enjoyed knowing that she had grown into a lovely woman, though her status of a bastard prevented her from marrying into any noble families. Keenan also noticed that his father often seemed reluctant to let her go as well, rejecting the many suitors that asked for her hand, while marrying off his other daughters without another thought. Keenan watched as Lila frowned at his statement and silently snuck away through the side doors of the dining halls just minutes before Erinna busted through the main doors. "Prince Royce!" She shrieked loudly. "Your visit is so unexpected! I apologize for the state of my home!" Through the corner of his eye, Keenan noticed the servants wincing. He knew they would be severely disciplined at the hands of his step mother. Keenan watched silently as his step mother tried her best to gain the prince's attention, even flaunting herself, better yet, practically throwing herself at the young prince. The prince was known in the kingdom for his good-looks. He was slightly taller than Keenan, standing at 6'3. His dark hair complimented his grey eyes handsomely, and Keenan noticed the muscles that filled his form. Of course the prince had gained them through training whereas Keenan gained his through hunting. He also observed the way the prince looked at his step mother. Prince Royce appeared to be utterly repulsed by Erinna, to which Keenan smirked to himself. While the evil wench held some resemblance of beauty, and her bust matched the size of her ego, her evil heart had made her age beyond her years. He enjoyed watching his mother fail miserably at gaining the prince's attention. While he was amused by the situation before him, Keenan still could not help shake the eerie wariness that filled the air. Lila took the steps two at a time; she wanted to reach her small bedroom before she was seen by her step mother. She fully understood the hatred in Erinna's eyes, and even sympathized with them. After all, Erinna had been thoroughly humiliated in the North when Lila's mother had stolen her father's heart. Furthermore, to add salt on her wounds, Erinna was forced to 'care' for the result of her husband's affair after her mother had abandoned her. In the furthest depths of Lila's mind, she resented her mother for leaving her behind. She hoped her mother had had a good reason for allowing Lila to be tortured by the hands of Erinna. In her haste Lila had ran smack into a hard form. She fell to the ground and quickly grasped her nose in pain. "I'm so sorry" she exclaimed sincerely. As she looked up still clutching her nose, she had realized she had bumped into the Prince's squire Thanos. "You stupid little bitch" Thanos said in a deadly whisper. Lila sat there dumbfounded, as Thanos grabbed her arm harshly and lifted her onto her feet. The hand that encircled her arm had squeezed tightly and pain shot up her arm. She winced. Pulling her closer until their faces barely met, he stared into her eyes and hissed, "Enjoy your freedom now little bird, you'll soon be a slave", and with that he shoved Lila to the side and continued on his way. Lila clutched her arm, her nose still throbbed and she was still shaking from her encounter. While Thanos was not a tall man, standing just a few inches above her 5'4 figure, he was bulky, perhaps even fat. Hurriedly she ran the rest of the way to her bed room. Her room was smaller than her other siblings, and less embellished, but to her it was cozy and warm. Her bed filled the majority of the space, but her favorite part was the window view. She had a straight view into the forest; and while her other sisters mocked the view, she absolutely loved it. She loved the greenery and the surprising calmness it possessed. Often after her beatings, she would sit and stare aimlessly out the window, wondering what her life would be if her mother had taken her away. Lila locked her door and sat on the edge of her bed. Looking at the mirror across from her, she noticed a bruise start to form on her arm, where Thanos had clutched his disgusting hand on. She tried to make sense of the threat he made. She wondered why he had even made it, after all she had never once spoken to him before, and the relationship between her father and the king was well enough that her father wouldn't be replaced. Staring at her reflection, she realized that it was the second time that day that she had been unwillingly grabbed. The first was at the hands of the pompous prince. Deep in thought, she remembered her first encounter with the royal highness that morning. At the age of 18, he was almost two years her junior. Yet throughout the kingdom he was considered an amazing warrior, leading the King's army with finesse and strength. He was educated in various arts and literatures. Many women in the royal court fiend for his attention, and there were rumours that he even slept with many of the nobles and barons' wives. So it was quite the shock when Lila felt an unknown hand grasp her bottom. At the time she had been cleaning the silver, as commanded by Erinna. While she knew that the prince had arrived early in the morning, she had never seen him in person. Instead she was thrust aside to do servants work. So when she was pressed against the small table that held the shining cutlery, and her lower half was molested, she was shocked enough into jerking her elbow back into the gut of that harasser hard. She heard a harsh grunt, and turned around to face the perpetrator, "What the hell do you think you're doing, you asshole" she practically screamed. She raised her arm and fisted her hand ready to strike, when a bigger hand engulfed hers. He was tall she thought to herself, as she raised her head uncomfortably to look at him. He smirked, and lowered his head down to hers, kissing her solidly and passionately on the mouth. Stunned, she slammed her foot down onto his, and mustered enough strength to shove him aside. She stormed off before he could grab her again. As she left, she could hear faintly him mutter "soon". Not recognizing her molester's face, she thought him to be one of the Prince's entourage. It wasn't until later in the day when she entered the dining hall, and saw him again, did her brother Keenan inform her that he was the crown prince Royce himself. "He's a pompous piece of shit" she whispered to her brother upon the revelation of her harasser's identity. Inside, Lila was fuming! Her molester was a prince, and she had hit him, twice. Breaking away from her reverie, she laid back onto her bed. A soft mattress engulfed her small form. Raising the back of her hand to her head, she just wished the day would end, and the prince and his cocky attitude would quickly leave before she did something that would warrant her beheading.