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Swan

By: Alex De Kok



It was the run-up to the Summer Ball at the Green Lake Yacht Club when it started. Tony and I were in the changing room showering after our morning's water-skiing. I was shaken out of my daydream by Tony's voice.

"Going to the Summer Ball, Alec? You know the Ski club gets an allocation of tickets."

"Yeah, I know. But who to ask?"

"Yeah."

There was silence for a while, and then we both spoke at once. "Julie Trask!" More silence for a long moment as we realised we planned to ask the same girl, but Tony and I had been friends since first grade and neither of us wanted to hurt the other.

"We can't both ask her ," said Tony.

I started to agree, then had an idea. "Why not?" I said. "Let's finish off here, and go and find her. I think she does a Thursday afternoon in the gift shop during the summer. We'll go together, tell her we both want to ask her, and let her choose. I promise I won't break your neck if she chooses you."

"And if she already has a partner?"

"Plan B," I said, laughing. "We panic!"

Half an hour later, we found Julie in the gift shop. She smiled to see us. Well, that was encouraging, no immediate rejection.

"Hi, guys! Come to buy something?"

"Not exactly, Julie. We wanted to ask if you were planning on going to the Summer Ball at the Yacht Club?"

"Yes, I am," she said. "And?"

"We both wanted to ask you to be our partner. That is, if you haven't already been asked. We thought it fair if we both came, and whoever loses out asks someone else."

She gazed at us for a long moment, then frowned. "You're asking me to choose between you? That's not fair, guys. If either one of you had come and asked me, I'd have said yes. Now, you want me to hurt one of you." She shook her head, then laughed suddenly.

"I think I have a solution. You two are both powerboat types, aren't you? Water skiers?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said, and Tony nodded agreement.

"Do either of you know anything about dinghy sailing?"

We looked at each other, and then at Julie, who was smiling broadly. Uh-oh, I thought.

"No," said Tony.

"Pointy end is the front, same like a powerboat, but it needs wind instead of horsepower," I said, "and that's about my lot."

"Alec just about sums it up for me, too, Julie," said Tony. "So what's on your mind?"

"It's Thursday now. The Summer Ball is a week Sunday, but on the day before there's an open dinghy race, a fun event. It's a handicap, and most of the dinghies in the club are eligible. Borrow a dinghy, enter the open race, and whoever finishes highest, he'll be my partner. So, what do you say?"

Tony and I looked at each other. He shrugged. "Seems fair. Okay with you?"

"I guess. Okay, we'll do it!"

"Thanks, guys," said Julie. "I'm glad it's going to be one of you two. I've turned a couple of previous offers down, hoping someone nice would ask me, but I didn't expect two at once. Good luck, both of you. I suggest your next stop is the Yacht Club, get your entries in now."

Charlie Thompson, the Competition Secretary at the Yacht Club laughed long and loud when we told him why we were entering the race. He shook his head while he entered our names on the list of entries.

"Either of you got a dinghy to race?"

We shook our heads, and he nodded.

"Do you mind if I tell the guys why you're entering? I suspect one or two will be prepared to lend you a boat for the race, given the reason."

"Why not," I said, laughing. "The worst that can happen is we'll die of embarrassment."

"Tell you what," said Charlie, "one of you can borrow my Laser for the race. You'll still need to get someone to show you how to sail it, but at least you'll know what you're racing in." He took a dime from his pocket and poised it to throw. "Tony? Call it?"

"Heads!"

Charlie flipped the coin and we all watched as it fell, spun, rolled a little, and fell. Heads. Oh, well.

"Sorry, Alec. You'll need to borrow a boat from someone else." He glanced out of the window, and nodded his head towards the outside. "The answer might just be going past. Beth Allan. She has a Laser she might lend. That way, you'll both be in the same class of boat, so the race between you will be even even if you finish last and second-last."

"Okay, Charlie," I said. "Hint taken. Tony? Catch you later, okay?" and I hurried out to see if I could catch Beth.

Beth Allan. Little, mousy, Beth Allan. Honor student, a classmate since sixth grade, bright, intelligent, but self-effacing to an extreme. Everyone's friend, no-one's girlfriend, but one of the best dinghy sailors in the Club, a regular event winner. She was ambling along towards the car park, hands in her shorts pockets, head down, as usual. I felt a sudden twinge of sympathy.

"Beth?" I called, and she turned, surprised, smiling slightly when she saw it was me.

"Hi, Alec. You wanted me?" There was an undertone in her voice that I didn't recognise.

"I want to ask a favour," I said.

"Which is?"

"I've entered the open dinghy race next Saturday, but I haven't got a boat. Charlie said you might lend me your Laser. So, any chance of it?"

She stared at me for a long moment. "You, Alec? You've entered the open dinghy race? You, an avowed powerboat man? Whatever for?" There was astonishment and curiosity combined in her voice, in her look.

I shrugged. "Tony and I both asked Julie Trask to be our partner for the Summer Ball, and she said she'd go with whoever finished highest in the open race. Charlie is lending his own Laser to Tony, and he spotted you going past and suggested I ask you, because that way, we're racing the same class of boat, so the race will be fair, even if we're the last two to finish." I shrugged. "So, Beth, pretty please, may I borrow your Laser for the race?"

"Do you even know how to sail a dinghy?" said Beth.

I grimaced and shrugged. "No, I guess not."

"Let me see if I have this straight, okay? Not only do you need to borrow a dinghy, but you also need instruction on how to sail the thing? Is that right?"

"Yup. That's it in a nutshell, Beth. So can I borrow the Laser or not? Because if I can't, I need to find someone else with a boat I can borrow."

She gazed at me for a long, long moment. "You're serious about this?"

"I guess."

"Meet me at the basin tomorrow, nine o'clock. We can use my brother's fourteen-footer. Jeff won't mind, since he's in Europe on honeymoon. It's a nice stable boat. Not a racing boat, but it has everything we need to get you started, and there's room enough for two. Time enough for the Laser when you can sail Jeff's boat."

It was my turn to stare. Beth's head came up and she frowned. "Well?" she demanded.

I grinned. "Aye-aye, ma'am!" I saluted, and Beth laughed, transforming her usual solemn look for a moment, before it returned. "Nine o'clock at the basin. Thanks, Beth, you're an angel!"

"More likely a fool," I thought I heard her say, before she turned away towards the car park. She looked back. "Nine o'clock, or it's off!"

I gazed after her. Oh, well, that was my Friday lie-in off the agenda.

I was on time, but Beth was there before me. Shorts, a cotton sweater, sneakers, and a life vest, another in her hand. She handed it to me.

"Put that on. I know you can swim, I've watched you in the high school competitions often enough, but it's easy to get hit by a boom coming over, or hit your head if you slip and I don't want you to drown."

I bit back the quip I was about to make and took the life vest. A quick adjustment on the straps and Beth pronounced herself satisfied.

"Okay, I have Jeff's boat tied up near the bait shop. It's quieter there, we won't get in anybody's way, and I can find out how much you know about dinghies."

Which wasn't a lot. Almost any boat has similarities to others. A -- usually -- sharp bow, a -- usually -- blunter stern, and a rudder to steer with. I was more used to wheel steering on powerboats, but I grasped the dinghy essentials soon enough. When it came to rigging and sails, there I was in uncharted waters, if you'll pardon the expression. It took a while, and remembering that 'sheet' meant a rope, not a sail, took a while longer.

Eventually, after an hour or so, Beth pronounced herself satisfied for the moment, and we climbed aboard. The breeze was light, but Beth hoisted only the jib and out we went.

It was magical. I was so used to powerboats that the much more intimate interface between a sailing boat and its environment almost awed me. The usually solemn Beth came alive, and even when she was reprimanding me, there was a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye. Thursday went by in a flash, Friday too. Saturday and Sunday were family days, but we were out on the water again on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday was different. Wednesday, Beth let me try her Laser. Not a new boat, by any means, but she kept it in superb condition. Wednesday, my bubble burst, as I learned how much different it was sailing a single-place out-and-out racing boat. Beth had borrowed an outboard motor and fitted it to Jeff's dinghy, so that she could track me without having to look after her own sails at the same time. Not only track me, but, carefully keeping downwind, call out advice, instruction, and the occasional derogatory reprimand. Her sense of humor was refreshing, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself, even as I ended up in the water for the zillionth time.

If Wednesday was bad, Thursday was even worse, but on Friday, it all came together and I was able to tackle the course Beth set me successfully, without making any serious blunders, without falling in the water.

"You're as ready as I can make you, given the time we had," said Beth as we packed up on the Friday afternoon. "The race is at ten tomorrow morning, and it will be all over by eleven. You'll know if you're going to be Julie's date or not," she added. The solemn, unsmiling Beth was back. I preferred the other Beth, the one she became out on the lake, but I said nothing. I said nothing, because I was thinking about the following day, and not just about the race.

We'd seen Tony out on the water as Beth educated me in dinghy sailing. Tony's tutor was an older Club member called Chuck Owens, and Beth remarked that in a Laser race, she worried about Owens more than the other competitors.

"We've both won, both lost. I think the score is about five-four to Chuck, but I'll beat him again, I know I will. Tony is getting some good teaching."

"It can't be better than mine, Beth. No way," I said, and she gave me a half smile.

"See you in the morning, Alec," she said, and she was away.

"See ya, Beth," I murmured.

Saturday dawned bright and dry, with a promise of heat. The breeze was a little fresher, but not enough to worry me. Beth had her Laser ready for me, and I excused myself for a moment and went over to Tony. I stuck my mitt out and we shook hands.

"May the best man win," I said.

Julie was there, looking gorgeous, and gave us both a kiss on the cheek and a good luck hug. I went back to where Beth waited.

"This is it, Alec. Don't forget what I taught you. At least, not until after the race. Okay?"

"Thanks, Beth. I owe you."

She shook her head. "You owe me nothing, Alec. I enjoyed it. After college I think I'll see if any of the sailing schools need an instructor."

"You're a natural, Beth, an absolute natural. You should walk it."

"Yeah, maybe. Okay, Alec, good luck, and I'll see you at eleven. Don't break my boat, will you?"

"No way, Beth. Thanks, thanks a lot."

She nodded, but didn't say anything else, avoiding my eye, and gave the boat a push as I cast off. She was standing there, looking after me, as I made my way out to join the twenty or so other boats at the start. Beth had given me some tips about racing, but the essence was, don't get in anyone's way, make sure you round the buoys on the correct side, and have fun. I was pretty confident about the last bit, less so on the rest, but I was determined to make my best shot at it.

Both Tony and I got a reasonable start, about the middle of the field, and there was nothing between us for about the first forty-five minutes of the hour's race. We weren't doing too badly, about seventh and eighth, the faster boats with more experienced sailors having left us astern. That didn't matter, my task was to beat Tony and as the hour approached I was leading him by about four boat lengths approaching the final buoy. We'd had the last lap signal as we'd crossed the finish line last time around, so I knew this was it.

Approaching the last buoy I was thinking about the week just gone. About Beth. Her animation, her unexpected quick wit, her simple joy just in being out on the water. The final buoy was getting close and as I started the turn I let the wind spill from the sail for a moment, before hauling on the sheet and getting back on course, just half a length behind Tony as he crossed the line.

Back on the dock Tony gave me a high five, grinning like a fool, a smiling Julie holding his hand.

"You had it, buddy," said Tony. "What happened?"

"I guess it was the excitement getting to me. You won, so fair's fair. You two have fun at the ball, okay?"

"We will. Okay, Julie?"

"Just a moment, Tony. I want a quick word with Alec. Catch you up, you get us some coffee, okay?"

Tony went off, whistling, and Julie turned to me, smiling. "Nice one, Alec. Maybe the best man lost." She held my eye for a moment. "Ask her, Alec, ask her now, before anyone else does. As of two minutes ago she doesn't have a partner for the Ball." She stretched up, gave me a light kiss on the lips and went after Tony. I stared after her for a moment, bemused, and then turned to where Beth was waiting.

She glared at me. "You could have won, you know?"

I nodded. "I know."

"So, what happened?"

I smiled at her. "I realised that there was another prize I wanted more than a date with Julie."

Beth snorted. "Such as?"

"Elizabeth Allan," I said, holding her eye. "Will you be my partner for the Yacht Club Summer Ball?" Then I held my breath.

She stared at me, then flushed a deep red. "Yes," she whispered. "I will."

"Good." I took her hand. "Let's go get a coffee."

She stopped, but didn't let go of my hand, bringing me to a halt. "No, not at the moment." She gave me a wry smile. "I need something to wear tomorrow, so I need to be somewhere else. The Ball starts at seven. Will you pick me up from home at six forty-five, say?"

I nodded. "I'll be there." I grinned. "I'd better make sure my car is clean!"

"You do that!" She squeezed my hand, gave me a radiant smile, and she was away, hurrying. I followed her towards the car park at a slower pace, a smile on my face, and a content within me.

The car was clean, my shirt was new, and my tux still fitted me. I knocked on the door of the Allan residence at precisely six forty-five. Beth's mom opened the door. She was all dressed up, too.

"Alec! Right on time. Come in, Cinderella won't be but a moment."

"Thank you Mrs Allan. Do I take it you're going to the ball as well?"

"You do. Joe and me, we haven't missed one in twenty years." Upstairs, a door closed, and we heard the clack of heels. Mrs Allan smiled at me. "I think Cinderella approaches. Will you have her home by midnight, please, Alec?"

"Of course."

She smiled, but said nothing more, and we both watched as Beth came down. To say that the ugly duckling had become a swan is the stuff of cliché, but it was apt. Why I'd ever thought of Beth as skinny or mousy was beyond me now. The dark-brown hair that was usually swept back in a pony tail was done up in a very adult roll at her nape. The slender body -- slender, not skinny - that was usually hidden by shapeless sweaters was clad in an ivory ball gown, long, flowing. She wore a shawl across her shoulders, and carried a tiny evening purse. Normally Beth wore not a trace of make-up, but her face was subtly assisted by cosmetics, mostly her eyes and lips, and she looked as nervous as a kitten in a pack of dogs.

"Cleans up good, doesn't she?" said Mrs Allan in an undertone, but I could hear the pride in her voice.

"She's beautiful," I murmured, moving forward to Beth, who'd paused, nervous, hesitant. I held out the corsage I'd brought to her. "For you." I smiled. "You look lovely."

She looked down at the corsage, to avoid my eyes, I think, then turned to her mother."Mom? How do I do this?"

"Come here, sweetheart." 

A few minutes later we were on our way, Beth beside me in my now gleaming old Ford station wagon, and a few minutes after that I eased the Ford into a vacant parking bay, and into the Ball we went.

I don't remember much about that evening, not in detail. I just know that I enjoyed every moment of it. We shared a table with Tony and Julie. Tony hadn't even recognised Beth at first, to his great embarrassment, but Beth forgave him.

"I didn't even recognise myself in the mirror, Tony, so what chance did you have?" she said, squeezing his fingers.

"Still, I made a big boo-boo, Beth. So you're an angel to let me down this easy." Tony bent and kissed her hand and Julie tugged at his jacket.

"Hey, Romeo, you're with me, remember?" she said, with a wink for Beth, and the awkward moment was gone. The four of us had a great time. I couldn't remember when I'd danced so much, but I was glad Mom had insisted on me having dance lessons, because dancing with Beth was wonderful.

Later in the evening I danced with Julie while Tony danced with Beth.

"She looks lovely, Alec. Pleased you asked her?" Julie's eyes were bright with laughter.

"Yes, I am. Very. When we were out on the lake, when Beth was teaching me to sail, I realised I didn't know Beth Allan, that the Beth I thought I knew was an illusion. The Beth I'm with tonight is magic, a witch."

Julie laughed. "You realise you're falling in love with her, don't you?"

"Maybe I am. It wouldn't be hard."

"Well good luck to both of you," said Julie, applauding as the number finished. I led her back to the table, glancing at my watch. Eleven forty-five. I was reluctant to spoil the moment but it was Beth who spoke first.

"Alec, I promised Mom I'd be home by midnight.She and Dad left about five minutes ago." She made a face. "I don't really want to go, but I promised."

"That's okay. I told her I'd have you home by twelve. I think we might be a couple of minutes late, but that's all. Shall we?"

We said our goodbyes to Tony and Julie, and our other friends, and went out to my car. It took a few minutes to extricate it from the haphazardly parked cars around it, but we managed, and I drove Beth home. Five past twelve.

Outside her home, I set the parking brake and killed the motor. A figure peered from the house window, saw us, and disappeared again.

"Mom," said Beth. "We're okay for a few minutes, now she knows I'm home safe."

"Good. Beth?"

"Yes?"

"I don't want tonight to be a once-only thing. I'd like to go on seeing you, if I can."

"You mean, for regular dates? I'd like that," she said, her tone soft. "I was scared tonight, scared I'd make a fool of myself, trip, or something, but it was lovely. I'm really pleased you asked me."

"Tomorrow?" I said.

"What about tomorrow?"

"I think I still need sailing lessons, don't you? I know I've been a powerboat freak, but I think it was partly that I didn't realise how magical a sailboat can be. I want to know more, so will you teach me?"

"I'd love to, but can we make it Tuesday? I need to do some overdue chores around the house. Mom's been very patient, but I can see the gleam in her eye," said Beth, laughing.

"Of course. I don't want to monopolise all of your time." I laughed. "Just most of it!"

Beth giggled. "Suits me," she said. "Now, though, I think I'd better get myself indoors. Shall I meet you at the Yacht Club on Tuesday?"


Swan of a Different Color



Chapter 1 

A group of tourists stepped out of the elevator on the top floor of the Pinnacle Tower, one of Capitol City's major landmarks. Jordin Tyler followed them, trying to look inconspicuous. Her big, over-sized glasses helped in that regard, as did the prim bun in which she had pinned her chestnut brown tresses that day. Her beige challis dress had a round neckline and wide straps, showing off the silken skin around her attractive shoulders. The light fabric pulled taut across her bust and whispered like a daydream around her alluring legs, which were sheathed in silky pantyhose.

The tourists all clamored for the Observation Gallery, before moving on to the famous Skyview Restaurant and Lounge, forty-four stories above the city.

While she enjoyed the view, Jordin nervously caressed her bare wrists, where her silvery metal bracelets usually were. The Skyview being the popular attraction that it was, she shouldn't have been surprised by the security checkpoint in the ground floor lobby. The metal detector hadn't worried her as much as the ultrasonic scanner designed to detect ceramic weapons and explosives. The device itself had been built by Hasselhoff Electronics, where she worked. At close range, the oscillation could have triggered the flat trinadium power cells hidden in her bracelets, and that would mean... WHOOSH!... Jordin Tyler transforming into the superheroine Victory right there in front of everybody! Which would be kind of embarrassing, to say the least!

So to be on the safe side, she had removed her bracelets and placed them inside her briefcase, where they still were. Jordin had gotten so used to wearing them everywhere she went, that with them gone from her wrists she felt vulnerable, but if she had to be truthful, surprisingly relieved. As if not having the ability to transform, relieved the stress that she might need to...thus the young woman had yet to put them back on.

"Miss Tyler?" said a lean man in a blue pinstriped suit. Although in his 40s, he was actually about an inch shorter than Jordin, and wore coke-bottle glasses. "I'm Mr. Alan Limweener, First Bank of Capitol City."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Limweener," Jordin said cordially, shifting her briefcase as she reached to clasp his dry hand. First Bank was the largest financial institution in the city, handling the accounts of most major corporations and many government agencies. "Upgrading your security with our 655 system is the smartest move you could make. I have the specifications right here. And Mr. Ridley also asked me to show you our..."

"Yes, yes we'll get to all that," the man interrupted with an impatient glance at his wristwatch. "But thanks to your tardiness, we're running late. We'll talk over lunch." 

He turned curtly and led her into the restaurant. Jordin's cheeks felt a little warm. She didn't think she was late but also wasn't about to argue with such an important client. 

Suddenly the windows of the Observation Gallery shattered and a tremor shook through the floor. Tourists screamed as half a dozen men in black jump suits rappelled through the opening.

Startled by the loud noise, Jordin jumped, tripping herself up on her high heels. Fortunately the restaurant maitre'd was right there to scoop her into his arms, with one hand around her slim waist and his other hand inadvertently grabbing her peach-like ass through the thin fabric of her dress... her briefcase, forgotten by both of them, fell and skidded across the floor.

Before the outraged Jordin could form a protest, the man set her back on her feet and reluctantly removed his hand from her from her soft, round derrière.

"Sorry about that, miss," he was unable to hide his grin.

"Um... that's... all right," Jordin stammered, straightening her big rimmed glasses. Then she mentally kicked herself. If someone was attacking the building, she didn't have time to worry about a little inappropriate touching!

People began to panic as the six intruders spread out from the gallery, cutting them off from the elevators and the stairs. Jordin spotted her briefcase containing her bracelets. Raising one flawless eyebrow, she whipped off her oversized glasses with a smug little smile. Once she changed into Victory, her invincible superheroine alter ego, these thugs were in deep...

"Come ALONG, Miss Tyler!" Mr. Limweener said, grabbing Jordin's wrist just as she was about to scoop up her briefcase.

"But... but my briefcase!" Jordin squeaked, as he pulled insistently dragging her in the opposite direction. He might be an anemic little milquetoast, but he was strong enough to overpower a skinny 24-year-old girl in high heels!

"This is no time to worry about your contracts!" Mr. Limweener muttered, steering the girl around a serving cart loaded with food. "We must get to the service elev-"

"Going somewhere?" growled a deep male voice. One of the thugs in black leather was already in front of them, holding a gun on them.

A second grabbed Jordin from behind, his brawny arms easily overpowering the girl's useless struggles and pinning her arms at her sides. Jordin let out a little shriek and began thrashing in his arms. She was easily overpowered by the assailant and in her struggles only succeeded in twisting her challis dress all askew. Her struggle ended with a gasp of dismay as one hand wrapped around her soft throat, tight but not choking. His other hand wrapped tightly around her torso, trapping her arms, along with the hem of her dress. Jordin's cheeks warmed with the realization that her dress was bunched in a way that totally exposed her left hip and thigh, including the nude colored band of her panties. Also one shoulder strap had slipped loose, allowing the top of her garment to twist and pull, exposing glimpses of her pink bra and a generous amount of skin. 

She sagged into his grasp flustered and embarrassed. With Jordin subdued by the hand on her throat, her attacker took the opportunity to explore briefly under her twisted skirt, feeling the gap in between her silken thighs, before moving upward along her supple curves to squeeze her right breast.

"Is this chick the one?" he sneered, roughly fondling Jordin's plump boob through the thin fabric of her dress.

Rapt by the moment's panic, any protest seemed to catch in her throat.

"No, dumbass!" said the first, keeping his pistol trained on Limweener. "Does she look like a bank president to you?" 

Limweener licked his thin lips but didn't speak.

"You never know," the fondler grinned, pulling at the left strap of Jordin's dress as he leered down her breathtaking cleavage, watching her sweet bosom rise and fall with short panicky breaths. "Do you take night deposits, sweet cheeks?"

"P-please..." Jordin gasped, feeling like a helpless girl without her bracelets. The feel of the thug's hot breath on her slender neck raised goosebumps on her bare skin. All she could do right now was play along until she could think of a way out of this! "Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want..."

"Shut your trap," the first thug said mildly and without rancor as he scanned the restaurant. The elevators and stairwells were secured, the tourists and staff all herded together at gunpoint. One of the men was unpacking a cylindrical object about the size of a water cooler jug. "Hey! Careful with that bomb, jerk!" the thug snapped. "You want to blow us all to kingdom come?"

The hostages, overhearing his comment, began to murmur together in fear.

Suddenly the light shining in through the shattered window was blotted out by a pair black wings. As they all watched, a beautiful woman with long, raven-black hair swooped in for a landing. Her trim, athletic body was clad in a strapless black spandex bustier that ended with a teenie-tiny miniskirt fluttering around her well-rounded hips. On her forearms were metallic gloves, but her long legs were bare except for ankle boots. Her face was half covered by a black mask, with feathered edges. As she landed, her wings folded up against her back, attached to a harness clasped tightly around her torso just underneath the swell of her relatively small but well-shaped breasts.

"The Black Swan!" Jordan whispered, recognizing the super villainess instantly.

"Is all well, Number One?" the woman asked in a musical, lilting tone. "Has everything gone according to plan?"

"Smooth as down on a goose, Swan," the man replied.

Jordin found herself resisting the urge to glare, she had to continue to appear as a weak, frightened girl...feeling her captors arms tighten reflexively around her lithe frame, Jordin realized it wasn't ONLY "appearance" at that moment.

The beautiful villainess paid Jordin no head, her hips swaying seductively as she walked past the captive girl and over to Mr. Limweener. Average height for a woman, she was maybe two inches taller than the banker. With a smile she grabbed hold of his tie and lifted his face toward hers.

"How charming to meet you, Mr. Limpweenie," she cooed. "I believe that we have something in the nature of a withdrawal to discuss."

"I don't believe that we do," the banker said coldly, his eyes flicking briefly down to her gorgeous decollatage and away.

Just then the restaurant telephone rang. "About time," the henchman called Number One muttered as he answered it. He listened to the voice on the other end.

"Capitol City Police, eh?" he said, smiling at Black Swan. "Lieutenant MacAlister? Listen up, MacAlister, this is the Greater Pangaea Liberation Front, and we have enough explosives to take out the top five floors of this building! Try anything funny, anything at all, and we light it up! Understand?" He listened for a moment. "Yeah, why don't you do that. We'll give you a list of our demands in one hour." He hung up and turned to the female villain. "They're locking down the building, Swan. Just like you planned."

Chapter 2

Black Swan smiled as she turned back to Mr. Limweener. Holding onto his tie with her left hand, she stroked his face with her right, the three delicate, razor-sharp talons extending from her glove tracing the edge of his jawline. "And now, I would like that priceless diamond necklace you received as collateral for the Vanderbilt loan... and the Enigma Box."

Jordin looked up, her curiosity piqued. Another Enigma Box?

"No!" the banker said, shaking his head. "Out of the question!"

"Oh dear me, how vexing!" Black Swan trilled thoughtfully. "Whatever can I do to change your mind?" She cocked her head at Jordin, trembling helplessly in the hands of her henchman. "Number Four, you may indulge yourself with Mr. Limpweenie's assistant? Girlfriend? Perhaps...mistress?" She cut a sly look at the banker, who maintained his composure and made no reply.

Jordin's first instinct was to inform the villainess that she was in fact none of those things, but she quickly realized it would make little difference. Her stomach gave a sickening lurch as the henchman grinned down at her. Caught without the bracelets to enabled her transformation into the superpowerful Victory, she felt helpless, close to panic. What could one skinny girl possibly do against these hardened criminals?

The thug's grip abruptly tightened on her dress and yanked, ripping the flimsy cotton bodice.

"NO!" Jordin squealed in alarm.

Limweener looked away, but the other two men stared appreciatively as Jordin's dress split down the front, now fully exposing the girl's pink demi-bra and the two firm C-cups, barely contained within.

"Stop it!" Jordin gasped. "Let go of me!"

The thug holding her prisoner pulled her arms behind her pinioning them both with one hand. His other hand reached across, cupping and squeezing her plump tits through sheer feminine garment. Jordin squirmed and struggled, the change in position allowed her skirt to fall in place around her thighs, but that offered little comfort now. She was powerless. Reaching between her breasts, the thug snapped loose the front clasp of her bra, allowing both cups to fall completely open! Her face flushed with embarrassment, as her nubile breasts bobbed in plain view, naked and exposed.

"Ohhh that's sweet ain't it?" the henchman commented, roughly rubbing his thumb against one rosy nipple.

"Nnnnnn..." Jordin groaned, shivering as an unwelcome tingles danced across her chest, causing her nipple perk up and begin to harden. "Please don't," she whimpered as her knees began to tremble.

Her hair had come loose from its bun during her struggles, letting her chestnut tresses cascade and dance around her soft shoulders as the thug spun her around and threw her face down across one of the tables. Before she could move, one big hand pressed down on her back to hold her in place. Jordin felt his other move quickly, pulling up her skirt and groping at her silken gams.

"Stop!" Jordin felt his fingers walking along her stocking-clad inner thighs. She tried to kick, but held face down with her tail in the air, it was futile. He pushed her skirt all the way up around her waist, displaying her round, peach shaped booty. "Please... nnnnnn..." she gasped, as he caressed her tight little ass, feeling for the waistband of her pantyhose. "Please let me go..."

"Not likely, babe," the thug grunted.

His hand slipped down and around, finding the soft mound of her womanhood. She squirmed as he groped between her thighs, exploring the smooth shape of her sex. He switched positions slightly, leaning his elbow against her back to keep her in place, while freeing his other hand. She could feel his fingers pressing and pulling, gathering up handfuls of her nylon hose. Once he had hold of them, he began to rip them open, pulling and tearing, fully exposing her nude collored panties underneath. He shredded the hose covering her butt and crotch, leaving the tattered remnants clinging to her long legs from about mid-thigh down.

Oh gawd this can't be happening to me, Jordin thought. She writhed and twisted, hoping to slip out from under him, but even while she struggled, the thug slipped his hand into her panties. With a chuckle at her impotent resistance, he gave a hearty yank and the flimsy nylon parted along the side seams and came free! Jordin whimpered, feeling her underside totally exposed, and a flood of humiliation momentarily cowed her. Using his feet to spread her legs apart, his fingers played with her smooth pussy lips, while the girl could only squirm, feeling the stares of the men, Mr. Limweener now included, on her shaved slit.

"She's shaves," the thug groaned lewdly, shooting his gaze at the banker. "Is that your personal request? ...or is she just a good little slut?"

"Stop this! Let me go!" Jordin pleaded before he could reply. The thug began to run a finger along her hairless slit. Jordin writhed, her stomach twisting nervously. 

"A darling little thing I'm sure," the Black Swan said, crossing her arms under her bust. "I wonder, is she as tight as she looks, Number Four?"

"Heh, I'll find out," he grunted.

"Wait, no, NNNGH!" Jordin groaned as the thug pushed his thick finger into her! Her thighs shook and an unpleasant shudder ran up her spine as he pulled it out slowly. 

"She's tight alright!" Number Four hooted. "But I think I can get two in..."

"What do you think, Mr. Limweener?" The Swan asked. "Can she fit 2?"

Jordin couldn't see the interaction but the banker said nothing. Then she felt fingers once again prodding at her pussy. She squirmed, feeling a pit of dread in her stomach. 

"Please, don't..UGH!" the helpless girl plead and groaned as she felt the lips of her labia being spread and two impossibly thick digits were forced inside her. The feeling made her hips ache and a flood of humiliation left her emerald eyes brimming with tears. He pulled out slowly once again and this time she couldn't help but whimper as he did.

"What say to three?" the thug said, giving her a sharp slap on the ass.

The sting set a single tear streaking mascara down her cheek, and despite herself the Jordin mewled, "Please, no more..."

"All right, stop it!" the banker said suddenly. "You win! I'll open the vault for you. It's on the 40th floor... four floors down."

Jordin felt an odd mix of gratitude for his stopping her further torment...and resentment that he'd allowed it to continue so far.

"You see? Surrender doesn't hurt so much, does it?" Black Swan smirked. "You can even get used to it! Number one, you know what to do."

The villainess grabbed Mr. Limweener by the collar and dragged him to the elevator. The thugs forced the doors open, revealing an empty shaft; with the building lockdown the cars had all been sent to the ground floor. Black Swan leapt into the shaft with him, her wings unfurling as they both dropped into the darkness.

"All right then," Number One said briskly to Number Four. "Go watch the north stairwell. If I were in charge of the SWAT team, that's where I'd have posted surveillance."

"But, er..." Number Four replied, licking his lips as he patted Jordin's tasty ass. "I thought I could go ahead and..."

"You thought wrong, asswipe!" the leader snapped. "This isn't a vacation! Get moving!"

As the henchman grumpily moved off, Jordin slid off the table, clutching her torn bodice in front of her and tugging her skirt down. Number One smirked at her disheveled condition but seemed to regard her as nothing worth bothering with. He simply pointed to where one of his men was standing guard with a submachinegun, over about thirty hostages sitting on the floor. "Get moving, over with the others!"

Jordin nodded meekly, afraid that if she said anything he might change his mind about further violating her. She stood, fighting back tears, frustrated by how weak and vulnerable she was without her bracelets. She walked slowly toward the group, trying to ignore their stares as her own eyes frantically scanned the floor for any sign of her briefcase. Somehow it had ended up half hidden under the stainless steel salad bar. Feeling the stares of the guard and her fellow hostages alike on her half-naked body, she moved as close to it as she dared before she sank to her knees on the floor.

The telephone rang again. While Number One talked to the police hostage negotiator, everyone's attention was sufficiently on him to allow Jordin to slowly creep towards the salad bar and grab her briefcase. Carefully she undid the catches, breathing a heartfelt sigh of relief to see her silvery bracelets again. 

"What are you doing there?" the guard barked suspiciously.

Jordin looked up, startled. "Nothing..."

"Gimme that, you stupid bitch," he ordered, angrily grabbing for the briefcase. "Got a phone or something?"

Jordin franticly shut the case, as the guard fumbled for it with his left hand. His machinegun was in his right, pointing at nothing in particular, but ready if he needed it. As the thug wrenched it out of her grasp, her torn dress fell open, treating him to enticing view of her deliciously bare breasts! 

"Oops!" Jordin gasped, blushing instantly. 

She also immediately realized that one hundred percent of the man's attention was now focused on her naked chest. Seizing on the distraction, the girl snatched up the briefcase and slammed it into his balls!

"SumBITCH!" the gunman hissed, as he dropped his gun and keeled over, clutching his family jewels.

The hostages were so taken by surprise, they just sat there, stunned. The other villains heard and quickly came running, but Jordin was already on her feet, skirt flying as she burst through the doors to kitchen.

"Back to your positions!" Number One shouted. "Number Two, get after her!"

Chapter 3

Jordin ran full tilt through the kitchen, knowing she wouldn't have much time. As she rounded the center island, her high heels skid awkwardly on the linoleum floor and her dress snagged on a protruding knob.




Swan of a Different Color



"Shit," she squeaked stumbling to an inglorious halt at the sound of ripping fabric. "Shitshitshit!"

The girl had to pause, suddenly realizing the futility in trying to run in high heels anyway! Quickly she kicked them off, at the same time slipping out of her dress and leaving it to hang on the knob where it caught. Now clad in nothing but her ripped pantyhose and unclasped bra, Jordin hugged her briefcase protectively to her bare bosom, indulging a moments chagrin at being mostly naked in such a public place. The sound of her pursuit coming through the kitchen doors set the girl running again.

I've got to find someplace to hide and change! She thought desperately.

Hot on her heels, the Black Swan's henchman only paused a split second when he noticed the discarded dress. He couldn't help but entertain a few lewd thoughts and he chased her into the opposite corridor. Emerging from the kitchen, he looked to the right, which dead ended into the service elevator (also sent to the basement and locked). To the left, the corridor looped back to the lobby, but before that were the restrooms. That was the only place the little twit could possibly be hiding.

"There's no place to run, babe," the thug smirked as he threw open the door to the Women's, squatting to see under the stall doors. Empty. Approaching the Men's, he put his hand on the door handle. He had a pistol at his side, but he didn't even bother to draw it. "Come out or daddy will spank-" he grinned, "Come to think of it, I'll probably spank you anyw..."

The door suddenly burst open with enough force to send him hard into the opposite wall. He shook his head in disbelief, thinking, hoping that the blow had knocked him silly and he was only imagining the sight before him!

"VICTORY?"

Standing in the Men's Room doorway was a sleek, slender young goddess with long chestnut brown hair. A purple mask encircled her startling green eyes, obscuring her face but unable to hide its beauty. Her upper body was clad in a clingy purple Lycra halter top with a proud silver "V" emblem riding high on her nubile bust. Below, her toned midsection was left bare but she wore a matching purple pair of hot pants and silver high heeled boots, which came to about mid-calf. Her wrists were adorned with silver bracelets, and a silver belt rested loosely, askew across her somewhat narrow hips.

"That's right!" Victory said, her glossed lips twisting into a smirk. "Were you saying something about a spanking, scumbag?"

The henchman scrambled to his feet, quickly drawing that pistol! Victory, now endowed with super-fast reflexes, side-stepped to the left and spun, bringing up her silken knee into the thug's stomach. His breath whooshed out of him with a groan, even as the gallant girl flipped him over her shapely hip. He landed flat on the floor, totally unconscious, his gun skittering down the hall.

"That's one down," Victory sighed, tying his wrists behind him with his own belt. "Five to go."

The spunky superlady sprinted down the corridor and through the rear entrance to the lounge area, which was empty since everyone had been herded into the restaurant. Across the lobby, two of the Swan's henchmen were on guard outside the elevator shaft and the stairwell. Victory's green eyes narrowed behind her purple mask. Taking them out would allow Lt. MacAlister and his men to enter... but a stampede of SWAT and law enforcement could put hostages in harm's way. She needed to take out their guards first to ensure their safety. Besides, Jordin thought with a self-satisfied smirk, MacAlister and the men of the CCPD resented the way she always came through whenever they blew it. And the cocky superheroine had to admit that she loved rubbing their noses in it.

Taking a deep breath, Victory slipped quickly across the lobby and into the restaurant. Two of the badguys were watching over the thirty hostages. They saw her coming at the last minute, and quickly brought their machineguns up in a position to open fire.

The gorgeous super girl was already much too close. Victory batted away one gun, ducked underneath the line of fire of the other, while her dainty fist slammed into the first man's solar plexus. Her lissome body spun smoothly into a flawless back kick that swept the other's legs out from under him. Kick, punch, spin. In seconds both men were laid out flat.

The hostages were openly gawking. "You... you're a girl!" said one of the males breathlessly, ogling Victory's scantly clad and agreeably feminine form. "How did you DO that?"

Tourists... the superheroine thought.

"With a great deal of satisfaction, actually," she smirked, haughtily raising one perfect eyebrow.

Then she spotted the bomb sitting on a table in the center of the restaurant. Victory rushed to it, bending over the table, giving it a quick inspection. Everyone fell silent. The detonator was connected, but it wasn't armed. There was no danger.

Victory breathed a sigh of relief, before noticing that all the men in the group were staring at her tight, Lycra-clad caboose.

"AHEM!" she cleared her throat. "Now, you people just stay here and don't panic. There are still three other bad guys I have to deal with."

"Three?" that same tourist echoed in disbelief. "One skinny girl in her underwear against three heavily-armed terrorists? Are you..."

"Yeah, I know," Victory cut him off, even as she was headed for doorway. "I suppose I could tie one hand behind my back or something to make it fair, but I don't have all day-AAHHHH!"

The cocky young superheroine cried in pain and surprise, as she stepped over the threshold of the door and straight into a Taser! Ten thousand volts shot through her nubile frame, jerking the young woman up onto her tiptoes. The shock sent a tingling sensation through her skin, making the little hairs all over her body stand up, and left her paralyzed, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. Victory fell forward, limp as a ragdoll into the waiting hands of two of the Swan's henchmen.

"Jerks, are we?" said Number One, holding the Taser gun.

The thugs held her slender arms, supporting the sexy superheroine as her head lolled backwards like a puppet with its strings cut. The leader grabbed her slender throat, raising her head so that he could look into her green eyes.

"The Swan said you'd probably show up," he taunted. "And now you're ours, superbitch! One more hostage to add to our collection! How does it feel?"

"Nnnnnn," Victory moaned, trembling all over with weakness. "Y-you... c-can't..."

Number One cut her off, whipping a stinging punch across her high boned cheek. She cried out as her head snapped to the side. The thugs on either side had their arms looped around her trim, shapely waist, enjoying the feel of the helpless heroine's smooth, scantily clad body. Staring in disbelief the hostages could only watch as their arrogant rescuer, was herself taken captive.

"Not feeling so snooty now, eh?" he said, rubbing his knuckles. "Tie this bitch up!"

"Aw come on, Number One," said the thug on Victory's left, as his hand wandered downward to caress the soft, pliable mound of her breast through the all too thin Lycra of her halter top. "Can't we have a little fun with her?" He was Number Four, the same one who missed his chance with Jordin Tyler earlier, and was obviously still feeling a little randy.

"Uugh," Victory groaned, squirming weakly as she was molested. The unwanted attention causing her nipples stand erect like little bullets, visibly pressing against the tight fabric of her top.

"Hey look!" grinned Number Four. "She likes it! The little slut's all horny for it!"

His hand moved around to the front of her silver belt, fiddling with the catch. Victory couldn't help but groan in terror! If he took that off, she would be completely powerless again! To make matters worse, the two men she had knocked out earlier were coming around. She had to DO something, FAST! But what?

Chapter 4

Saved by the bell! Just then the phone rang! The thugs all froze. God bless the Capitol City Police Department, Victory thought for possibly the first time ever.

Grumbling, Number One answered it. "What is it this time, MacAlister? I told you we'd call when..." He stopped to listen. "No, we don't need paramedics. No, we don't need a satellite hookup. Food? We're in a goddamn RESTAURANT, asshole! Don't bother me again!" He slammed down the phone. "Now where were we?"

The interruption had given Victory a chance to recover her bearings somewhat, but she still felt weak as a mouse. The thugs manhandled her to one of the dining tables. Slipping hands under her creamy thighs, they lifted the lissome superheroine off the floor and perched her ass on the edge of the table. Grinning, they began tugging at her uniform, trying to get it off of her. Number Four was fumbling with the clasp of her power belt. It was either now or never.

Victory swung backwards onto her back, driving both high-heeled boots squarely into the jaw of the thug on her right. As he dropped, the desperate heroine spun the other way, wrapping her gorgeous gams around Number Four's neck and shoulders while he tried to back away. He had two precious seconds to enjoy the smooth satin of her bare thighs clasped around his face before she snatched up the flower vase from the table's centerpiece and brought it crashing down on the top of his skull. He lurched sideways. 

Victory went tumbling across the floor as Number One drew his pistol and opened fire at her. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Her heightened reflexes were just quick enough to deflect the first shot and doge the next two as she desperately ducked for cover behind an overturned table. When her belt was at full power she was faster than a pistol but even then if one of those machineguns opened fire, she'd be in real trouble. BLAM! BLAM! More bullets ripped into the floor just inches away as the endangered superheroine sprinted out the door into the lobby, hoping to buy herself time until her power belt reset, restoring her super strength.

No such luck. Just as she did, there was a fluttering sound from the open elevator shaft as Black Swan returned, carrying the bewildered Mr. Limweener with one taloned hand and a black shoulder bag containing whatever loot she had "withdrawn". 

Victory froze. Oh no! Not now!

"What have we here?" the beautiful villainess cooed, dropping the bag. "The invincible Victory! I have always wanted to test my matchless power against yours in a fair fight!"

Fair fight? Jordin lamented desperately. I can barely stand! But she couldn't let on that her strength was at its lowest ebb. She had no choice...

"Careful what you wish for, Turkey!" Victory bluffed, charging. "Prepare to have your wings clipped!"

Number One hung back, watching the two masked women clash, their lean, spandex-clad bodies grappling together sexily. Victory got the Swan's left arm in a half nelson, her hands squashing her adversary's lovely tits against the front of her strapless bustier. The dark-haired villainess broke free of her snug embrace and came back swinging. The stunning heroine's silver bracelets deflected her talons, but when her wing came around, slamming into Victory's chest and knocking the breath out of her, she had no defense!

The heroine gasped for air, stunned and swept toward the open elevator shaft where she blundered into Limweener. Her high heels clawed at empty air as they both fell headlong down the shaft. With a desperate lunge, Victory stretched her right arm out to grab for the cable, while her left arm caught hold of the falling banker. Then they were dangling by one hand, over a 44-story drop! Victory could feel her super strength at last returning, but her grip on Limweener's coat was not the best. He was slipping through her fingers!

"I can't hold you!" she called desperately. "Mr. Limpw- er... grab onto my waist!"

"I'm... I'm trying!" the banker bleated, scrambling for a handhold around the sexy superheroine's alluring midsection. Unfortunately her smooth feminine body offered little purchase apart from her skimpy purple uniform itself! "I can't seem to..." His fingers hooked onto her belt, which began to slip over her hips, so he quickly grabbed the waistband of her hot pants, hanging against the backs of her legs with his face between her thighs just under the swell of her pert round derriere!

"Hang on tight! " Victory panted, now free to grab the cable with both hands. "I'll get us out of this-" RRRRIP! 

It was a delicate, silken sound, but it sent an icy shiver through the superheroine's spine and made her beautiful green eyes grow wide! Her hot pants were beginning to rip! Limweener's weight was too much for the seams! The beautiful heroine felt her high-boned cheeks blushing as the garment slid further and further over her narrow hips, letting the top of her plain white thong come into view. She opened her mouth to say something, but what could she say?

Abruptly Victory's hot pants passed the point of no return, splitting down the side and slidding down her long legs. She felt the banker's weight shift awkwardly as he clutched at her knees. Terrified of falling, he scrambled desperately for something else to hold on to. For a split-second, the superheroine felt his fingers grab the narrow elastic waistband of her flimsy thong, and then, before she could say a word, in one smooth movement his weight PEELED her skimpy panties all the way down her exquisitely statuesque legs!

"My ankles!" Victory shouted, her pulse pounding in her ears as she felt open air playing around her exposed womanhood. "Grab my ankles!"

Thankfully he did! The superheroine felt his hands slide along her boots and catch hold of her feet. Her hot pants tore free and kept on falling, down into the darkness of the elevator shaft, forty-four stories! But somehow thankfully her panties were hooked on the toes of her boots, if hanging precariously. Oh please, please don't let them slip! she prayed.

Up on the restaurant level, Black Swan and Number One gazed down the elevator shaft at the unfortunate pair. With a chuckle, the henchman brought up his pistol and took aim at Victory, totally unable to defend herself in her position.

"Don't you dare!" the beautiful villainess snapped, slamming him away with her wing. "Have you no sense of rightness, you Phillistine? Taking advantage of her helplessness to just pick her off like a fish in a barrel?"

"What? But," he sulked, rubbing his shoulder where she had hit him. "I thought..."

"You don't think!" she scowled. "Let me handle that, leave her to squirm for a bit first. Get the loot. Gather the men and get back up to the Aerie."

"What about the bomb?"

Black Swan smiled. "It has served its purpose. But there is no sense in wasting it, is there? Set it for... oh let me think... five minutes? That should be plenty of time."

Chapter 5

Victory took a deep breath. Okay, let's deal with this one step at a time! She didn't need to look down to know that Limweener was hanging onto her ankles like a bulldog, his head in between her legs, probably staring straight UP at her exposed body and enjoying the view! Okay then. She was literally in no position to do anything about that...

Hand over hand, the dauntless heroine climbed the elevator cable, feeling the banker's dead weight every inch, all the time praying that her panties kept their tenuous place on her toes! Arriving at the top, an agile twist swung him out onto the floor. Victory nimbly followed, rolling gracefully into a crouching position. There was no sign of Black Swan or her henchmen anywhere, fortunately. She pulled her panties up quickly, frustratingly aware of how little coverage the plain white thong offered.

"Are you all right, sir?" she asked Mr. Limweener. Her face was beet red, her bust rising and falling from both the exertion and embarrassment.

"I... I think so," the banker said, sweating, still staring distractedly at the thin white triangle of nylon between her thighs. "What a beau—er, interesting... experience that was!"

The superheroine couldn't suppress a sigh as she rose to full height, giving her skimpy panties a self-conscious tug. She didn't relish the idea of going back into the restaurant where all those people could gawk at her state of undress, but she didn't have much choice. Steeling herself for the ordeal, she turned...

...And ran straight into the arms of a man in a police SWAT uniform! "I'm sorry, ma'am," he said as they both stumbled over each other. His hands slipped around her lissome waist, as if fumbling to catch her, but they clenched a littler too eagerly onto her temptingly bare butt cheeks. "I'm Lt. MacAlister. You're Victory, aren't you?"

"EXCUSE ME!" The superheroine felt her cheeks (both sets) flush hot. "If you'd like to keep those hands, lieutenant," she said dangerously, "I suggest you REMOVE them right now!"

"Right!" MacAlister said, quickly letting her go as the rest of the SWAT team circled them, staring at Victory's peach-like ass. "Ah... Someone called down a couple of minutes ago and said the villains were gone. Can you tell me what's going on?"

One of the female hostages, a waitress, suddenly appeared in the doorway. She froze in surprise when she saw all the policemen. "Um... this thing is still ticking..."

Victory brushed past MacAlister and darted into the room, trying to ignore the looks from the men checking out her scantly covered booty. Sure enough, the big red LED display on the detonator was counting down fast - 0:19, 0:18, 0:17...!

"How fast can the bomb squad get here?" Victory asked, her mouth going dry.

"Er... wh-what?" MacAlister stammered, wide-eyed with fear as he stared at the bomb.

"Never mind, I'll do it myself," the young heroine snapped, rolling her eyes. "If you men can stop drooling over me for a few seconds!" 

"Evacuate the building!" MacAlister shouted regaining his composure. "GET THESE PEOPLE OUT OF HERE NOW!"

Blocking out the sounds of panic around her Victory bent over the bomb. Delicately chewing her bottom lip, she carefully studied the wiring with her nimble fingers. The clock continued counting... 0:09, 0:08, 0:07, 0:06... Fortunately it was not a complex system and one simple adjustment (simple for an electronics engineer like Jordin Tyler, that is) disconnected the detonator and the countdown went dead. She straightened, relieved that this nightmare was at last over...

"The captain would probably fire me if he heard me say this but," MacAlister put a hand on her shoulder. "Thank goodness you were here, Victory. Well done!"

The young woman found the praise surprisingly pleasant, and she turned to the Lt. with a soft shy smile. They were the only ones left, save for Mr. Limweener who no doubt had been too frightened even to run. Victory was surprised to notice how handsome MacAlister was, certainly more man than the anemic banker...

"The Enigma Box!" Limweener cried suddenly. "She got away with it! This is a disaster!"

The superheroine's soft shoulders slumped. A woman's work was never done.

"Where did Black Swan and her men go?" Victory asked urgently.

MacAlister turned away, already radioing to his men, and the banker pointed at the shattered Observation Gallery windows. One of the black nylon ropes was still hanging there. The superheroine immediately remembered the henchman she had tied up; he must have been left behind! But as she watched, the rope began to rise, as if something were reeling it in.

"What's tha-?" MacAlister began to ask.

"Excuse me, boys," Victory interrupted, leaving them gawking at her beautiful booty as she ran for the rope. "I've got a supervillain to catch!"

"Victory wait...blast it," MacAlister stammered, pressing his tactical radio headset. "Sierra-5 to Control! Get some choppers in the air! They're getting away!"




Swan of a Different Color



The rope had already risen almost out of reach. The spunky superheroine jumped for it, arms and legs scissoring at empty air as she momentarily reflected that it was a long, long way to the ground...an instant later her hands latched onto the rope! She twisted her wrist, deftly winding it around her bracelet to help her keep a firm grip.

Victory looked up (she didn't think her stomach could stand looking down). All this time she had expected that the villains had rappelled into the 44th floor from the roof, or perhaps from a helicopter (although thinking about it now, she hadn't heard any engines). Now she was completely astounded to see the end of the black rope simply vanish into thin air about fifty feet above her! As far as she could tell, she was hanging from nothing at all!

As the wind blew Victory's long chestnut brown tresses around her face, the rope above her steadily disappeared, foot by foot, into apparent nothingness. The courageous superheroine held on, reasoning that the rope had to go somewhere. Suddenly she seemed to pass through a kind of shimmering plane and found herself inside a long metal room. The rope she was hanging onto was attached to a winch fastened to the ceiling. Looking down, she could see the Pinnacle Tower through a square hatchway.

It must be some kind of aircraft with a holographic invisibility screen! She marveled, even Hasselhoff Electronics was only in early R&D for such tech.

Two of Black Swan's henchmen were standing nearby, working the winch. "Ah, here's Bo finally," one of them was saying. "Hey! You ain't Bo..."

Seizing the element of surprise, Victory cocked a fist and clocked the thug in the jaw! Twisting the other way, she leap-frogged onto the second man's shoulders, locking her exquisite legs around his neck and toppling him to the floor. She, however landed gracefully in a catlike crouch, pausing to take stock of where she was.

"Welcome to my Aerie, Victory!" called Black Swan, standing on a raised catwalk twenty or thirty feet away. "An experimental airship I liberated recently from its manufacturer. My refuge from the stress of city life."

The room was roughly fifteen feet wide and must have been nearly forty long, with narrow doors on either end. The dull metal walls curved upward and outward from the floor to the ceiling, with structural ribs showing at intervals. The bulkheads were crammed with machinery and equipment lockers. Behind her were stowed four long, torpedo-shaped things with propellers and fold-up wings, like flying drones.

"It's nice," Victory straightened, facing the villainess. "It could use a couple of throw rugs, maybe some plants..."

"I must admit that you are full of surprises," the villainess said dryly, her eyes wandering to the superheroine's skimpy white panties. "Although, not TOO many surprises."

Scowling, Victory blushed and tried (but failed) to nonchalantly cover herself. The two leering henchmen got up and backed away to a respectful distance.

"All in a day's work for me," Victory spat. "Why don't you and your boys give up before I get really ticked off?"

Black Swan threw back her head and laughed, the musical sound echoing in the metal chamber. "You know, cheri, I think that I would really enjoy seeing you ticked off! Shall we do it?" She climbed over the railing and spread her wings, launching herself through the air at her.

Chapter 6

Bourne on her wings, the Black Swan came skimming through the air at the heroine. At the last second she pulled up short and kicked with both feet. Victory brought up her bracelets to deflect the blow, but with her momentum, the impact was enough to knock her slender frame backwards. The purple-clad girl tumbled across the floor, coming within a whisker of falling out the open hatchway. Casting a quick, nervous glance she realized then that the airship was moving; Capitol City was no longer underneath them.

Victory regained her feet as the ebony-clad villainess swooped in again. Razor-sharp talons flashed against unbreakable bracelets as the young heroine parried again and again. Jordin cried out in pain as one got past her defenses, scoring a hit! A thin line of blood appeared on Victory's high-boned cheek as her opponent retreated, black wings lifting her out of reach.

"Oooh first blood to me!" Black Swan hooted, tiny miniskirt flapping around her hips as she hovered just out of reach. "The Centurion is always going on about how dangerous you are! And now I see that it was all just hot air!"

"Get your scrawny butt down here and say that!" Victory fumed. 

Taking a run against the curved wall on her left, she rebounded off of it, twisting her lithe, athletic body in mid-air as she reached for the Swan's smooth tanned legs.

"You'll have to catch me first!" the dark-haired woman taunted, pulling a little higher at the last second. As Victory reached the top of her arc, the Swan dropped, her gorgeous gams locking around the young superheroine's slim waist from behind, her hands seizing her slender arms and pulling them behind her. "Ah but now I have YOU!"

Victory struggled but the Black Swan dropped them quickly toward the floor, arms and legs locked. The heroine had no way to brace herself and was driven face and chest into the metal floor. The young heroine squirmed, dazed and restrained. Swan's gauntlets seemed to enhance her strength greatly, though not quite up to Victory's level, with the added leverage and Victory's dazed state, it was enough.

"Ooooh you are so beautiful when you are angry," the villainess teased, grinding her spandex-clad body against Victory's delectable rear end.

"You haven't seen anything yet!" the heroine hissed, managing to get her feet underneath them.

Once her feet were planted, Victory thrust her hips upward and back! Her super strength was enough to lift them off the floor, and with her bare back pressing against the Swan's strapless bustier, she tried to twist free of her hold. The Swan's bare legs whispered silkily against hers, their bodies both a little slippery from the heat of their combat. The spunky young heroine felt her arms break free, but Black Swan had only shifted her embrace to her willowy waist. As the two of them grappled, she didn't even notice the taloned-fingers unfastening the catch of her silver power belt!

"Oh my goodness! Look what I have!" the Swan jeered, deftly whipping the powerbelt from Victory's narrow hips!

"No!" Victory gasped, as the villainess stepped away, holding her trophy!

"I kept thinking back to the time you invaded our private Bar, remember?" Swan said coyly. "You seemed much more docile without this little accessory!"

"Give that back!" Victory cried, as she leapt at her adversary.

The Black Swan dropped the precious belt to the floor and met her. With her own augmented strength, she caught Victory's forearms and easily held the skinny girl at bay. The heroine kicked, but the raven-haired villainess bore her slender frame backwards until she slammed against a locker. The de-powered heroine tried to fight, but bereft of her super strength, it was useless.

"Now, ma cheri," the Swan cooed, "there is no place to run!"

She pressed closer until their nubile young bodies touched, breast against supple breast, breathing heavily, their masked faces only a whisper apart. It was almost sensuous, and adding to the heroine's frustration was the confusing sensation of her nipples tingling, beginning to harden.

"No! Don't you dare touch me!" Victory whipped her face to the side, but her opponent was inexorable. "Mmmmmmnnn!"

Trapped in place against the rigid metal, she was helpless to resist as the Swan's moist, full lips caressed hers in an open-mouthed kiss. A shudder ran through Victory's body as the Swan's tongue forced apart her glossed lips and invaded her mouth. Tender shame brought a flush to the heroine's cheeks. Followed by confusion as a surprisingly sensual charge raced through her own body. Catching her by complete surprise, her pulse started racing, she felt sweaty all over, and her long, smooth leg rose on its own volition to intertwine with the villain's legs. Feeling her bare little tail rubbing against the cold metal locker behind her, she suddenly very aware that she was still only wearing her plain white thong from the waist down. She felt swept with an unexplainable longing as the Swan's firm round tits crushed against hers, leaving her breathless.

The two male henchmen, forgotten all this time, edged closer, their dicks getting hard as they watched the two beautiful women sucking face.

Finding her composure, Victory shoved the villainess away, wiping her violated lips. Swan couldn't help but grin, looking at the flustered heroine, her face flushed her perky C-cups bobbing as she practically gasped for breath.

"My dear, you seem all hot and bothered," the Black Swan gloated.

Beyond words, Victory lunged at the villainess...only to be caught by either arm in mid-leap by the two henchmen. The heroine struggled for a moment but her feminine strength was impotent against the two men. The Swan stepped forward and slugged Victory across the jaw, ending her futile struggles. Head spinning, knees bowing weakly as her legs went wobbly Victory sagged into their grasp.

"Take her to my Nest," the villainess ordered simply.

Without waiting for Victory to recover, the thugs half-carried her through one of the doors. The next chamber seemed to be a combination of a kitchen, dining room and common area. Half a dozen round portholes were set into the curving walls. The ceiling in here was barely six feet; the taller of the two men had to duck a little. Passing a narrow companionway that led upwards, they arrived at the Swan's Nest.

It was at the extreme prow of the airship, obviously. The forward wall was nothing but a line of clear Plexiglas panels curving from floor to ceiling, through which blue sky and passing clouds could be seen. A lone chair and table, holding a computer was the sole concession to practicality. The rest of the small room was taken up by a wardrobe, a dressing table and vanity, and a big feather bed with satin sheets and puffy pillows. The walls were covered by frilly lace curtains, and sachet filled the room with its sweet scent. As the cabin of a supervillain, it looked and smelled more like a boudoir.

Which, Victory had to concede, was fitting for the Black Swan.

The heroine was still almost completely helpless as the henchmen slung her onto the bed. She offered only a meager resistance as they pulled her slender arms outstretched and handcuffed her wrists into manacles, which were connected to...she couldn't see actually what they were connected to. Whatever they were attached to was very strong, as the heroine strained pathetically against the steel chains to no avail. As she writhed against her bonds, the erotic smoothness of satin sheets against her bare butt cheeks reminded her once again that she was wearing nothing but her panties.

The male thugs had obviously noticed, too. Catching them starring at the sheer strip of nylon barely covering her womanhood, Victory quickly pulled her knees together. With a last wistful look at the sexy V-shape in between her thighs, they left and shut the door.

Chapter 7

Victory couldn't tell how long she lay there helpless on Black Swan's bed, reproaching herself for the way she had let herself be captured. It was long enough that her arms and shoulders were beginning to tingle from being bound and outstretched.

Eventually the dark-haired villainess sauntered gracefully into the cabin, carrying the black shoulder bag containing the loot she had stolen from Limweener's vault. Setting it on the dressing table, she withdrew a small flat box, and from the box she took out a stunning diamond necklace in the shape of a swan, with a tiny blue topaz set where the eyes would be. Draping the jewelry around her creamy bare neck, she perched on the chair and admired herself in the vanity mirror.

"Oh it's beautiful, isn't it?" the villainess cooed, very un-evilly. "Do you really believe the old saying? I grew up thinking that brass knuckles were a girl's best friend!" The Swan turned her eyes to Victory, squirming silently in the bed. "You're very quiet. No clever quips or pathetic boasts? You're not sulking are you?"

"What do you want me to say?" the captive superheroine seethed, cheeks blushing. "You'll never get away with it?"

"It's a start..." She was interrupted by a beep from the computer and a flat mechanical voice saying, "Incoming message." The villainess moved her chair to the computer, tilting the screen slightly so that the webcam would not pick up the bed. A man's face appeared on the screen, wearing a Roman helmet. Victory felt her heart skip a beat as she recognized the Centurion! She quickly reminded herself that he was a supervillain, and turned her thoughts back to their conversation.

"You're behind schedule, Swan," he was saying. "Do you have the second Enigma Box?"

Black Swan smiled. "There was a small, a VERY small complication..." She cast a disdainful smirk at Victory. "...but nothing I couldn't handle."

The Centurion nodded. "Is March Hare with you? I have the Box he acquired, but I haven't heard from him since."

"I believe he has been arrested," Swan said with mock innocence. "By your friend in the purple bikini."

"Victory!" the Centurion hissed. "I can't say that losing the bunny is a big loss, but someday I shall have to deal with her once and for all."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry your handsome head over it," said the Swan, with another secret smile directed at her helpless captive. "In any case, I should be rendezvousing with you in three or four hours. Airships are not exactly built for speed. Will you have everything secured by then?"

"Of course!" the Centurion snapped, then a frown crossed his face. "Four hours you say? Can't you send the Box ahead by one of your flying drones?"

"And trust you with my share of the treasure, I suppose?" the villainess scoffed. "I think not. You will simply have to wait." She touched a button and the screen went blank. "He IS a handsome devil," she mused. "Can't see why he seems so enamored with a skinny little thing like you."

Victory pulled against her bonds, twisting in the bed self-consciously...was Centurion really...? Victory promptly cut off that line of thinking, reminding herself once again he was a proper SUPERVILLAIN! Still she couldn't resist leveling her emerald gaze at the Black Swan and retorting. "He likes his women with some class...I can see why he ISN'T so enamored with you!"

The Black Swan scowled, putting away the necklace. "Excuse me while I get comfortable."

She turned and began by removing her gauntlets and setting them on the desk. Her hands then went to the hidden buckles of her wing harness and undid them. She shrugged them free of her back and hung the whole contraption on a special rack beside the vanity. Running her fingers briefly through her luxurious raven tresses, she daintily raised her shapely right leg and set her foot in the chair seat. 

"Allow me to clarify," she said conversationally, caressing the silken skin of her leg as she undid her ankle boot and removed it. Slowly, intentionally sensuous, she did the same with her left boot. "As an opponent, I must say you were a big disappointment, Victory. But as a woman, I must agree with the Centurion. You are quite entrancing..."

She reached behind her to unfasten her black spandex bustier. The front of it dropped down her lean torso, letting her firm, rounded B-cups pop into view. Victory found herself staring at them as she squirmed against her restraints. They were even perkier than her own, with cute brown nipples already standing erect like little top hats. She shook her head quickly, forcing her gaze up to the villainess's face, and wondered what she was doing.

"Much better," the Swan sighed, cupping her hands underneath her two little rosebuds, and gently squeezing them.

With her miniskirt whispering around her waist, she knelt and removed Victory's silver boots, letting them drop to the floor. Then she climbed onto the bed, leaning over the superheroine's helpless body. Victory swallowed hard, unable to stop herself from staring down at the other woman's breasts, hanging just over her own. To her great surprise and dismay, she felt a surge of erotic energy, and her own nipples began to harden, straining against the thin Lycra of her halter as if eager to meet the villainess's. Pulling her attention away, Victory realized the Swan's face was once again less than a breath away from her own, ruby lips poised with anticipation.

"Wait," the heroine whispered breathlessly. "What are...mmmmmmnn..."

Once again she was cut off as the Swan kissed her on the lips. Once again Victory felt an unexpected rush of excitement as their full lips pressed together. Swan's soft velvety tongue darted out teasingly, and the heroine surprised herself by willingly parting her lips to allow the villain's tongue to her warm mouth. Despite herself, Victory returned the kiss, intermingling her tongue with Swan's submissively. Their breasts pressed together, Victory's soft C-cups yielding as the firm B's pressed against them. The heroine felt lost in the moment, she had never kissed another woman before and with her wrists so hopelessly restrained there seemed no sense in resisting. Until she felt the Swan's right hand slide in between her smooth thighs, exploring, groping. Victory gasped as surprisingly strong fingers roughly stroked her soft pussy under the all too thin nylon of her plain white thong!

"Nnno!" Jordin moaned, pulling away from the kiss. "Ddddon't... please don't..."

"I can tell you want it, slut!" the villainess whispered into her ear.

The Swan pressed her slender fingers even more insistently between Victory's legs. The heroine squirmed as an eruption of sensual tingles danced along her abdomen, drawing a distressed moan from lips. A surprising wave of submissiveness swept through the heroine making her skin tingle, even as her thighs parted almost on their own to give her more access. 

"Ssssssssssee!" The villainess hissed triumphantly. In a quick, smooth movement she unfastened Victory's halter top and removed it, unveiling her plump C-cups. The heroine flushed crimson at being so exposed, as well as the fact that her sweet pink nipples were already hard little bullets! Tossing the clingy Lycra garment aside, the Swan lowered her face to the heroine's vulnerable breasts, her long black hair tickling her soft skin as she placed her ruby lips over one sensitive nipple, sucking lightly.

"Nnnnngghhhh," Victory moaned softly, her slender body trembling. She tried to fight down the arousal, tried to resist, reminding herself not only of the predicament but that she was not a lesbian!

However her body was responding to the Swan's attentions of its own volition. Her legs felt like rubber, her arms stretched out to either side and restrained so that she was completely powerless to resist. She was dimly aware of the Swan's hands moving downward once again. Those strong fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, spreading the shaved lips of her pussy and going straight for her clit! Victory shuddered violently and bit back a whimper, as those fingers triggered a cascade of sensation that left her wet. Fingers still flirting with her wetness, the Swan's free hand roughly grabbed the waistband of her skimpy thong and tugged, sliding it down her long legs and over her ankles.

"But... but we're both girls!" the heroine pleaded desperately. 

"Oh honey, don't you realize? Every gal's got a little bisexual in her!" Black Swan grinned, running her finger forcefully along the heroine's defensless slit.

Victory shuddered again, unable to surpress her moan this time.




Swan Song



Floating to the top floor of the Waldorf Astoria, my shaking hand was being held by Brooke. As the elevator jostled us back and forth, our arms bumped together releasing some sort of electric current between us. I had never felt those amazing feelings before.

Although excited by the prospects of sharing some magic moments with this beautiful woman, still, I had this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach that I just couldn't figure out. Something was wrong. In those fleeting seconds, my mind struggled to comprehend how I could feel so turned-on, so sexually excited, my dick so fucking hard, and yet still feel like my world was about to fall apart. Was it simply fear, or anxiety, or perhaps.....shame?

After reaching out destination, we walked through a corridor and I slid my card. The double doors opened to a huge ornately decorated suite, the highlight being the floor to ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the New York City lights. It was as romantic a sight as one could get. Brooke wordlessly released my hand and went to gaze out at the skyline.

I watched how she moved in her heels, how her hips gently swayed, the sweet curves of her perfect ass. I watched and I started crying inside. Something was eating away at my gut and I suddenly, almost instinctively, knew what I had to do.

Brooke stood at the windows for moments in silence.

"Brooke..." I started.

Suddenly she turned around, a tear running down her cheek, and we both simultaneously blurted out, "I can't do this!"

"What!"

Her eyes got all big, as she struggled to process what I just said, and then she looked downwards toward the marble floor.

"I'm sorry, Jerry. I love my husband. I love Pete. I just can't do this..."

"Brooke, and I can't be with another man's wife. It goes against everything I believe in... I'm sorry."

"Jerry, I feel so stupid right now, but I can't believe I almost made such a terrible mistake."

"I feel exactly the same way."

"But I led you on, led you to believe that we were going to... It's unforgivable, to you and to Pete."

"No, Brooke, we're human. We have feelings. In another time and another place perhaps we might be together, but honestly, I want my first time to be with a person I have a chance to share a life with...and unless somebody kills Pete in jail tonight...we both know that isn't going to happen," I smiled.

It was at that very moment that I think I realized how emotionally compatible we were. It was more than just a physical attraction. Our thought processes were in sync, too, and the realization made me sad. But Brooke and I were not meant to be together...

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"I'll sleep on the sofa, Brooke, you can take the bed," I stated with just a hint of sad resignation.

"Perhaps I should just go to my room," Brooke countered.

"Don't be silly, the bathroom is like a palace and the view is amazing from the Jacuzzi tub. Stay and enjoy it. Don't worry, I promise to be good. There are robes in the closet."

"Well, OK, I really don't like being alone," she admitted.

"Besides, Brooke, I'm going to sleep soon. This has been a long day...an emotionally draining day and I'm suddenly very tired. Goodnight," as I grabbed some blankets and a pillow from the closet and laid them across the sofa. I turned my back to Brooke and started undressing down to my silk boxers as I readied for sleep.

"Jerry?"

"Yes, Brooke?" I said turning around to face her.

"Oh...My...God!"

"What?"

"Did I cause THAT?"

"What?"

"Dear Lord, look at the tent in your underwear! Hell, you could sleep the whole Brady Bunch underneath there!"

Looking down I deadpanned, "And the Partridge Family, too."

Brooke raced back to the windows chanting, "I love Pete. I love Pete. He's my husband and I love him. I do love him." She sounded like a panicked woman trying to convince herself.

"Brooke!" I shouted across the cavernous suite, "It's OK. Relax. You love Pete and Pete loves you. Everything is cool..."

"No, it's not OK. I haven't seen anything standing that erect since flag poles on the 4th of July. Are you OK? Are your balls blue?"

Looking down, "More like a purplish color..." I jokingly observed.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry..."

"No problem, Brooke...but I'm feeling as though I may need to relieve myself here before I go to sleep. Will that freak you out? Perhaps you should draw some hot water in the tub and relax while I take care of some urgent business..."

"Dear Lord..."

"Oh...and as swollen as my balls are right now ...I think I may need at least a couple of towels for the cleanup...the oversized ones if you can find any... "

"No!"

"What?"

"Jerry, you cannot cum!"

"What? Brooke, I understand and accept our situation, but I really do need some relief."

"No, Jerry! You need a woman, tonight! Get dressed. We're going downstairs to see the concierge. I'm so, so sorry that I cannot take care of your problem myself, but I will get you some real relief."

"Brooke, you don't have to do this..."

"Yes, I do. I feel responsible, and believe me; I am going to try to help you find a nice wife this weekend. You're a very decent man and you deserve it. But first things first, get dressed!"

There was a fire and a passion in Brooke's eyes and voice that I could not dismiss. I realized she was going to take charge of my weekend, and perhaps change my life for the better. Perhaps this would be a good thing, having a female advocate. I felt more certain than ever that Pete was a very lucky man.

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The elevator descended to the lobby, and as Brooke and I were walking towards the front desk, Mrs. HDK emerged from the ladies room holding a wet towel.

"Carol, how's your husband? Is his eye OK?" I asked.

"Oh he's fine. I think he just wants a little attention, you know how men are," she smiled, looking towards Brooke. "He's definitely more of a lover than a fighter."

"Carol is Mrs. HDK, Brooke, have you two met?" I asked.

"Oh yes, we had a long discussion earlier this evening about our husbands....and you."

"Really? Me?"

"Yes. Carol enjoyed talking with you, Betrayed and Barbara during your limo ride this morning, especially since you were too spellbound and tongue tied to speak much to her husband. She thinks you're quite a catch and that you would make some woman very happy...OK?"

Brooke then turned towards Mrs. HDK, "Carol, can I talk with you in private for a minute?"

"I really should be getting back to my husband..."

"Please, it's important....and Jerry, stay here, we'll be right back."

The women entered the ladies room and were gone for three days. Well, it seemed like three days. When they emerged they marched to the front desk to ask for a manager. Fifteen minutes later we were sitting in the office of a very sleepy concierge. Brooke and Carol took charge of the conversation...

"Sir, we have a very special request for an important guest," Brooke started, nodding towards me. "We would like to find some female companionship tonight for Jerry."

"You got me out of bed to find a hooker for your friend?" the concierge stated incredulously. "When my manager told me you were looking for good pussy, I thought you wanted front row seats to 'Cats'!"

"We want to find a nice young lady who has the physical characteristics of my friend," Carol said, nodding towards Brooke.

"So you want a Twiggy?"

"Huh?"

"Tall, skinny, blond, and beautiful..."

"Well, since you put it like that....Yes!"

"Ladies, what the hell do I look like, a pimp?"

"Sir..." Brooke said, "Girard, is that your name?"

"Yes."

"Girard, my friend here has put almost three quarters of a million dollars into the coffers of this wonderful hotel this weekend and he would like your assistance. Making special guests happy is your job, correct? Now I'm certain a man of your knowledge and connections could find a nice woman for my friend without too much trouble..."

"Well, OK, but it's really late..."

"I assure you that your effort will be rewarded," Brooke stated, "And money is no object..."

I looked at Brooke with a raised eyebrow, but she just winked back. Girard got to working the phone. Ten minutes later, Girard put down his cell.

"Her name is Tina. My friend assured me that she has the physical characteristics you request and she is very special. Of course, she ought to be for twenty thousand for the night. Would you like the hotel to put this on your account?"

I shook my head as I handed over a piece of plastic to Girard. After the transaction was complete, I stood up and left the office, Brooke and Carol following quickly behind. 

"What the fuck!" I loudly whispered. "That's a lot of money! Hell, Brooke, my hand would be a lot cheaper. Girls, I appreciate all that you're trying to do for me, but honesty, I want my first time to be with someone who I have a chance to share a life with..."

The women paled but were undaunted, "You need this, Jerry!" they both stated in unison. Both women were staring at my still bulging crotch as Brooke reasoned, "You need the immediate relief, and you need to get through this evening so you can relax. Trust us, this is just the beginning. It's just a night to explore and learn and experience. So enjoy it! Tomorrow we start trying to find you a wife..."

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Tina, by any man's definition was a beautiful woman. Sleek, elegant, and incredibly sexy without looking like a bought and paid for "companion". Her straight blond hair hung to the small of her back, her light blue eyes were translucent, and her four inch stilettos melted into her perfectly shaped calves. Watching the hem of her pleated dress dance across her thighs, for the first time since I was in elementary school, I thought about climbing trees.

And yet, as perfect as Tina was, when she greeted me with a thousand watt smile, I instantly realized she was no Brooke. The chemical components of attraction are indefinable. She was a stunning woman and I felt nothing. My heart did not jump. But that was OK I quickly rationalized, because my encounter with Tina was supposed to be simply about sex.

Brooke and Carol pulled Tina off to the side to apprise her of my situation. It's almost embarrassing to have two married women advising an escort about how to handle a forty nine year old virgin in the lobby of a famous New York City hotel. In that moment I was grateful that somebody actually cared about me. I let my ego and pride go and surrendered to the situation.

Brooke and Carol called me over for one final pep talk...

"Treat her like a queen, then use her like a whore, and for God's sake, let her lead and teach you," Brooke whispered, "And call me when she leaves in the morning..."

I held out my hand to Tina, and we walked across the lobby. As we stepped into the elevator, we turned and saw Brooke and Carol wave to us, but I could have sworn Brooke had an almost sad expression on her face as the doors closed.

For the second time that night the elevator rose to the penthouse with the anticipation of sex hanging in the air. Instead of further questioning the situation at hand, I decided to trust Brooke and Carol's advice.

"Treat her like a queen..." echoed in my mind as I offered Tina a glass of wine from the mini bar, massaged her feet, and then carried her into the bathroom so we could relax in the spa. The conversation was light and we complimented each other's bodies. Her skin was soft and delicate. As I unzipped the back of her dress and watched it fall to the floor, I realized I was staring at a piece of art.

She turned around and allowed me to gaze at her body. Her breasts and nipples were small but proportional. She looked up into my eyes, stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "Touch me. Explore my body. Taste me. I'm yours..."

And for the next hour or so, I savored half a century's worth, the frustration, the anxiety, and the self doubt all disappeared with every touch, every kiss, and every lick. Tina was a virgin's feast. Her moans provided positive feedback when I found the right spot. She taught without words the most interesting subject of my life.

Why had I not done this earlier? Decades of loneliness could have been avoided if I could have simply overcome my fears. So much wasted life... 

I felt her shudder on my face, the vibrations of her orgasm felt throughout my whole body. My lips and tongue were numb. I gave her everything I had. And then she smiled. That thousand watt smile...

"God, I love your enthusiasm...that was special!" she gushed. "Now let me explore you..."

Slowly, she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. My confidence grew as Tina started a running commentary designed, I knew, to boost my self esteem. I didn't mind...

"Big broad shoulders....strong muscular arms...you work out at the gym I bet...mmmm, I love chest hair...makes a man seem so manly...."

She licked and started sucking on my nipples, "Do you like that big boy? Does that feel good?"

I was holding my breath as she tongued her way down my chest...

"Those crunches are paying off, I see abs....very nice..."

Her face was lined up with my boxers.

"Is it December 25th? Looking at this package, it feels like Christmas to me..." she cooed, as she rubbed up and down on my silk encased member.

"Can I open my gift?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at me. I gave her a deep breath as a response.

Slowly she pulled down my boxers and I sprung free....

"Very, very nice...we are going have a lot of fun tonight," as she looked up at me with her thousand watt smile.

She grabbed my shaft and started to slowly stroke me, and then she laughed, almost as an afterthought, "You certainly are no Donald..."

"Donald?"

Tina's eyes got all big as she realized her mistake, "There, there, big boy... it's only you and me and this magnificent wonderful cock tonight..."

"Donald?" I repeated.

She was now in damage control mode as she stroked me faster, trying to reclaim our connection, "We are going to have so much fun tonight..."

"Not THAT Donald?" as I started deflating.

The spell that Tina had cast over me was broken. She stopped stroking me and hung her head. She held up her pinkie and stated, "Yes, THAT Donald..." Her eyes were moist and I almost felt sorry for her.

I knew she wasn't a virgin. Hell, I watched Girard swipe my American Express Gold Card and signed the receipt. I knew what she was... And still I was not prepared to hear that name.

"When?"

"Last night," her voice drifted, her beautiful blue eyes now pleading with me.

"Tina...I just don't think I can continue...I mean, you're a beautiful woman, but...."

"I'm so, so sorry, it's just you have this really nice cock and I just got giddy with excitement."

"Trust me, I'm sorry, too. But I can't get that image out of my mind, and it's not a turn on..."

In the back of my mind, I was proud of myself that I managed to avoid saying the words "sloppy seconds" to her.

"What are you going to do?" Tina asked, a tear running down her cheek.

"You're fired!" I suddenly joked, a big smile crossing my face.

Tina broke down and started crying, as I reached over and held her in my arms.

"I was just joking, dear. Come out to the sofa and talk with me."

I wrapped Tina in a big white fluffy terry cloth robe and we went and sat down. I held her hand.

"Tina, I truly believe that God works in mysterious ways. Perhaps this is a sign that I'm supposed to wait for the love of my life. I really enjoyed our time together and I learned a lot."

"But my reputation...if this gets out...couldn't we please just try?" she pleaded, "I swear I'll give you the fuck of a lifetime!"

"Tina, your reputation is fine. Nothing will be said. It is my decision to quit at this point. You've accomplished your mission because now I can be sexually competent with a woman, at least orally anyway. You've totally boosted my confidence. Besides, as stunning as you are, the 'fuck of a lifetime' would ruin me for mere mortal women."

"God, they were right..."

"Who?"

"Your two woman friends. They said you are a really special man..."

I smiled. Tina got dressed, and I kissed her on the cheek as we stood waiting for the elevator to take her back down to the lobby, and then she handed me a business card.

"My personal cell number is on the back. Call me anytime. I owe you, and I promise I'll make it up to you..."

"Good Bye, Tina..."

"My real name is Catherine," she said as the elevators doors closed.

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It was now well past midnight. What the hell! I decided to call Brooke. She told me to call...

"Hi. I hope I didn't wake you..."

"No, no, I couldn't sleep..."

"And...why?"

"I miss Pete in my bed. Just having him next to me..."

"Oh...yes...of course."

"But you know, Jerry, and I feel so ashamed for thinking this, there is a tiny little piece of me that feels like a female version of one of those willing cuckolds in those stories that you and Pete read..."

"What do you mean?"

"I kind of feel like I gave you away to the better woman tonight..."

"Tina's a nice girl, but trust me on this Brooke, she is not the better woman."

"Thank you! So how was it? Was it amazing? How many times? What did you learn?"

It felt a little strange talking to Brooke about my time with Tina, like one girlfriend dishing to another. But I did tell her everything because I believed that she had my best interest at heart.

And to be honest, my heart fluttered as we spoke and I slowly rose as the conversation progressed. There was just something about her...that je ne sais quoi...that kuch kuch hota hai ...but alas for me, something sadly unattainable. Brooke Jones would forever be my unrequited love.

We made plans to meet in the lobby by 8am, in order to go collect Pete and the guys at the Midtown North precinct before saying "Good Night" to each other. And with that, I laid down alone on the silk sheets of the king sized bed in the penthouse suite of the Waldorf Astoria...and smiled.

"What a day!" I recapped in my sleepy mind. Met my literary hero, met the Literotica commentators, fell in love with a married woman, and licked another beautiful woman to an orgasm. Wow!

And finally I turned my attention to my growing problem. I won't bore you with the details; just picture Old Faithful at Yellowstone in your mind. No need to guess who was in my mind. I was so drained I didn't have the energy to clean up before I fell asleep. I guess I would need to leave a very large tip for the maid in the morning...

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Brooke and Carol were already huddled in the lobby as I stepped out of the elevator the next morning. I walked over to them and they each gave me a friendly hug.

"Thanks for last night...thanks for caring about me...I really did need that...even though it didn't quite all work out as you planned..." I tried to stammer out my thoughts and feelings...

They beamed. I was their project. Even as inexperienced and naïve as I was, I understood that women have this unique desire to want to fix and mold men. They reiterated that their work was just starting and that would do their best to find me a wife...

I asked Carol how her husband was doing and a huge smile spread across her face, "Oh his eye socket area is a little discolored, but he's fine. It looks kind of sexy, actually. Last night I teased him a little bit about discovering the real secret of Literotica husbands, when he asked me where I was, you know, when we were with the concierge... "

Carol's face flushed, "I never realized my husband had such a jealous streak because he took me as forcefully as he ever has in our marriage...I've never felt so claimed in my whole life...or so sore!"




Swan Song



Brooke and I smiled at the image of the literary master being the bedroom master as well. What a weekend this was turning out to be...

We gathered some of the wives for the trip to the Midtown North precinct. I had seen enough episodes of Law and Order on TV that I was not surprised by the scene. Almost all the legal issues could be taken care of with my autograph on a check except for one, it seemed that Huedogg was still having issues with Pete, and they had to be placed into separate cell areas. One by one I greeted the Literitoca commentators as they were released and they thanked me for bailing them out. Incarceration turned out to be a very sobering experience for most.

I watched Brooke go up to Pete and wrap her slender arms around his body and pull him in tight. She attacked his mouth with a kiss that last night at the bar I would have died for, before pulling back to stare into his eyes. She mouthed, "I missed you." over the roar of the police station.

Not surprising to me, as I intently stared at them, I was emotionally at conflicted with their reconciliation. Brooke really did love Pete and it was clearly evident in her eyes and body language. I tried my best to accept this in my heart and silently vowed to find my own special someone. Seeing them together, I knew after almost fifty years that I was finally ready.

I shook Pete's hand and looked him in the eye with only an ounce of shame. I never touched his wife. Sure, I lusted after her and masturbated to her image in my mind, and possibly even fell in love with her, but I was certain that I was not the first to fall for the beautiful Brooke Jones, and I probably would not be the last.

And Pete, I knew from his comments on Literotica, was a smart man. I'm certain that Pete understood these were the pitfalls of being married to a stunningly beautiful woman. Even the most honorable men were going be attracted to a unique woman like Brooke and inquire about her status and fidelity.

And the truth is...she never gave into temptation. And the mere fact somewhere inside her... that maybe she even gave me the slightest fleeting consideration was an incredible boost to my self esteem. It gave me hope.

"Brunch is at 11:30am and I hope you will be there!" I shouted to the commentators and their wives as they flagged taxis back to the Waldorf. Standing off to the side of me looking lost was a delicate little Japanese flower, Huedogg's wife.

"My....husband?" she asked me, her English a still developing skill.

"Come on..." I motioned with my hand.

Ten minutes later, Huedogg's wife and I were sitting across from him...

"Hey! If you get me out of here I'll kill that son of a bitch Pete. He's an asshole."

For a fleeting second, the thought of Dogg taking care of business had some appeal but I quickly dismissed it...

"Dogg, I don't expect you to hold hands with the man and sing 'Kumbaya,' but can't you at least tolerate each other for another day?'

"Fuck that...I'd rather stay in jail. If you bail me out, I'm going after him!"

"Dogg, I can't let that happen. I'm friends with his wife and she'd be crushed. Are you sure we can't work something out?"

The solution was relatively simple. His wife would retrieve their luggage from the Waldorf, I would pay his fines, and a police car would drive them to JFK for the first flight back to Tokyo. I was able to arrange this because lots of police officers are big readers of the Literotica website. Huedogg has his fans in the NYCPD.

Watching Huedogg and his bride together on the sidewalk outside the precinct was like looking at beauty and the beast. They were a happy couple as she tried to wrap her arms around his waist. Dogg was a big man and she was just a tiny little thing. The laws of love and attraction and compatibility are beautiful and unique to each individual. Before, I would never have pictured this couple together. Seeing them laugh and communicate in Japanese, I could now not picture them apart.

Huedogg came over and gave me a bear hug, "Great fun, man. Thanks for inviting us."

"Glad you could come, and I'm sorry about Pete."

"Hey...that's life. Here's my card. I'm serious about this, my wife and I really want you to come visit us in Tokyo. I know a lot of nice women that would like to meet you. Really good sushi!" He winked.

"Ah Dogg, I could never measure to a man like you with the ladies."

"People and their stereotypes really crack me up sometimes," he joked, "However, in this case it happens to be absolutely true!" And he let out this huge laugh... "Besides, my wife just told me... rumor has it that you've got nothing to worry about..."

"Your wife barely speaks any English, how..."

"You don't know much about women do you? Word travels fast, my man..."

A final handshake and we said our goodbyes, and then Huedogg and his wife climbed into the back of the police cruiser and were off to the airport. I flagged a taxi and made it back to the Waldorf by 11am. I had only had half an hour to get cleaned up for brunch.

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I stood up and tapped my spoon on my water glass at 11:30am in the small banquet room. A very nice spread of food was lined up to my left, but I needed to address the troops. A couple minutes of thought in the shower had provided my inspiration. I would simply channel my best Bill Murray from the movie "Stripes." I cleared my throat and altered my voice...

"We're all very different people. We're not Watusi. We're not Spartans. We're Literotica readers, writers and commentators. We're perverts with a capital P! Do you know what that means? We all get off to varying degrees to reading porn. "

"We're all different in our own way, but that's OK. Me? I'm a forty nine year old virgin...how sick and sad is that? You may be a willing cuckold, or a husband that was cheated on, or a slut who likes a 12 inch cock...who cares? We are all mutants. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us...we're perverts. But we're all part of the Literotica family. So let's come together and at least tolerate each other for the next day. Make me proud..."

I saw a couple of people nod their heads and heard one man whisper to his wife, "Screw that...I hate cucks." But overall, I said what needed to be said. I did what I could...

"Now," I continued, "After brunch for the men, or women if you are interested, we are providing three entertainment options this afternoon. First, for the golfers, there will a van at 12:45pm going to Bethpage Black on Long Island. Arrangements for clubs, shoes and tee times have been made..."

"Second, for baseball fans, there is a van leaving at 1pm for the new Yankee stadium and we have access to luxury box seats. The Cleveland Indians are in town."

"Third, if you are interested in museums or matinee Broadway shows, Girard the concierge, has front row tickets. Just see him in the lobby after you are finished eating..."

"For the ladies, upon exiting you will be handed a one thousand dollar Visa gift card to go shopping."

"We will all meet back here at 8pm for dinner and the awards presentation. But for now, have a great afternoon and be safe."

I was munching on a salad when one of the husbands came up to me and started engaging me in a very quiet conversation. I will not say who it was...

"Strapper, are you really a virgin?"

"Yes."

"I would like to offer you my wife. I'm asking, no, I'm begging you to fuck her."

"Well..."

"I want you the fuck the shit out of her...please? I'll get down on my hands and knees and beg if it pleases you."

"Why? Why would you do that? Do you have an ED problem? I'm sure I could rustle up some of those little blue pills..."

"Oh no! My dick works just fine...it's just that...she would really get off on fucking a virgin...and I...well...I would..."

"....really get off on watching me fuck her." I said, finishing the sentence for him.

"Yes!"

"And is that all?"

"No...the possibility of me eating a cream pie from my wife...virgin's cum... Jesus, I'm gonna be hard all day!"

"Sorry, my friend, but I wouldn't get my hopes up. Your fantasy is not my fantasy. I do, however, think Girard has tickets to the ballet this afternoon if that interests you..."

The man walked away with a forlorn expression on his face, and I no longer felt the urge to munch on my salad. My appetite simply disappeared. It was time to practice what I preached. I smiled to myself about the conversation, marveling at our differences. Tolerance can be a beautiful thing.

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At 12:40pm as I prepared to get in the van to go golfing, I noticed at all the women were still mulling around the small banquet room. Brooke and Carol were instructing the wait staff to arrange the tables in a circular formation.

I walked over to them. "What gives? Why aren't you ladies out shopping? Carol, perhaps after last night your husband might enjoy a little leather..."

"Oh...you're very full of yourself, aren't you?" Carol laughed.

"Did you think we forgot about you?" Brooke asked. "We girls are going to brainstorm and try to come up with some possibilities for you. Remember? A wife... Twenty five heads are better than two..."

"Maybe I should just look in a catalog...that's it...a mail order bride," I joked.

"Very funny. We're taking this seriously and I hope you are, too. Now, do you have any special requests as we try to profile your future wife? What kind of woman are you looking for?"

"Go look in the mirror, Brooke, and I'm very serious about that!"

"You almost had your chance..."

"Do either one of you ladies know anything about cloning?" I asked.

"Be serious. Talk to us. We're trying to help you!" The sincerity in Brooke's voice amazed me.

"OK...OK...what I want is very simple...First, honest and faithful, second, no smoking or drugs, third, and I know this is going to sound absolutely crazy, but my heart must leap in my chest like it does whenever I'm with you, Brooke. It is truly the most amazing feeling, and yes, it's better than an orgasm...in fact, it's like this constant orgasmic buzz just being around you, Brooke. Find another woman who does that to me and everything else is negotiable..."

Brooke just stood there blushing as Carol said, "My, my Jerry. You've got it real bad..."

"I'm OK...what is it, Carol? Is it chemical? Magnetic? Cosmic?"

"Well..."

"My chest is literally vibrating... Is it simple attraction or lust? Help me out here Carol..."

"It's love, Jerry, it has to be love..."

"Oh...well, I guess I'm fucked then...because Brooke loves Pete...so I guess I'll go whack some golf balls to take my mind off of what I can't have." I turned to leave...

"Wait, Jerry!" Brooke cried out, "I'm so sorry but I'll find that special someone for you. I promise I will do everything I can! Damn, I can't believe that I could have such an effect on a man..."

"Men are broken by women like you and men kill because of women like you, Brooke."

"I have a solution, Jerry," Carol deadpanned, "We'll just take you on a world tour and have you stand by every unmarried woman on the planet. That should leave about 1.28 billion possibilities. If we check out every single one of those women and still no one gives you that feeling like Brooke, then she'll tell Pete and you two can have duel or something..."

I knew Carol was trying to bring a little levity to a suddenly very charged conversation. I decided to play along with her.

"Well, I'm sure that Pete would enjoy using his skills on me."

Brooke was sadly shaking her head, "No...."

"Or....I could just tell your husband about OUR little tryst last night, Carol!" I winked at her...

"Hell, he'd divorce me, and even if he didn't, I don't think I could take another pounding like last night," Carol laughed.

Brooke's head rose up with a fierce determined look on her face, "Let's go, Carol. We have work to do!"

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Suddenly, I no longer had the immediate desire to golf; instead deciding to stick around for a couple of minutes to see what would happen with the ladies. I pretended to go out to the van but then doubled back. I could always catch a cab out to Long Island later if necessary.

The double doors to the small banquet room were closed but I snuck a peek inside. Brooke and the ladies sat around the outside a circle of tables. It was like the United Nations of Wives, and Brooke was playing the part of Ban Ki-Moon, Secretary General.

"We are here to find a wife for our host. He's a very special man. You have seen him around...physically he's tall, fit, strong and attractive. Age wise he is almost 50. He obviously has money. Personality wise, he's very shy but funny once he feels comfortable around you. He's kind and caring and generous. Sexually, we all heard him announce that he's a virgin, but I feel quite comfortable in saying that my sources tell me that he is more than equipped to please any woman... Do we know of any women who might be interested in him?"

It was the proudest day of my life when four of the wives raised their hands and simultaneously said "Me!"

Wow! Someone actually wanted me!

"Ah...ladies... sluts...YOU'RE MARRIED!" Brooke practically shouted.

There was a murmur throughout the room. One by one the wives spoke up...

"So what? I'm looking to trade up. Hell, my husband begs me to fuck other guys every night. I want a normal man."

"My husband's so paranoid...I've never cheated on him...but he still has a camera on me when I go to the bathroom. He sews listening devices into my bras. I can't live like this anymore."

"My husband hasn't had a job in five years...all he does is sit at the computer and jack off. I'm tired of working two jobs and doing all the housework!"

"My husband hasn't touched me in ten years. I'm sick of dildos and vibrators. I want the real thing."

Brooke and Carol looked shell shocked; they had not expected this kind of response. Carol spoke up to try and take control of the room...

"Ladies, I think our host is looking for a single gal, someone who is honest and faithful, someone who doesn't smoke or use drugs and someone who is not a gold digger! Does anybody have any friends or family that could possibly qualify?"

Again there was a murmur throughout the room but no one spoke up...until...

"What about me?" spoke a voice from an angle that I couldn't see through the crack in the door way.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Laurel, I run the Literotica website and I'm the main story editor."

"How come we're just meeting you? Why weren't you at the dinner last night?" Brooke asked.

"Unfortunately, we had some server issues that needed addressed...and people get very pissed off when I delay posting stories, both readers and writers alike..."

Carol spoke, "It's my understanding from my husband that you have a husband or partner, Manny something?"

"Manu, and yes, he is my partner, my business partner. We were an item at one time, but..."

"Go on, Laurel..."

"I have a full time job as an editor plus I've been so busy trying to build this website at night, trying to make a career out of it...that I haven't actually been on a date in about two years..." 

"How old are you?

"Thirty five."

"And why would you be interested in a guy who is almost a whole generation older than you?"

"What single woman isn't looking for a good faithful man these days? From your description, he seems like a catch. Plus, I've read his stories. He's no HDK, not even close, but at least he can write a complete sentence. And besides, from reading his stories I get the feeling he may have a bit of a kinky side. I like that combination, faithful and kinky..."

"Anything else you want to add, Laurel?"

"I read dozens of sex stories everyday for my job and I have for years. I've got some pretty weird shit flowing around in my head, and quite frankly I'm looking to take a step back and be normal. I mean, how many stories can you read about daddy fucking his 18 year old high school daughter or the world's most innocent white wife suddenly worshiping a 15 inch black cock before it all begins to effect you. I'm looking for a man that can be a partner and a provider and allow me move into a more managerial position within the website."

"Have you ever cheated on any boyfriend?"

"Never. And I never would. I've always broken up with them before I moved on to someone else...but then again I really haven't had that many boyfriends. I guess most men find me fairly plain. Manu was the only one who I was ever in love with..."

I almost felt sorry for the poor woman. Carol was grilling her pretty hard. It almost seemed like a job interview. But then I reminded myself that they were looking after my best interest... Unfortunately, I couldn't see her, couldn't see what she looked like...

Brooke and Carol exchanged glances.

"Laurel, can you stand up for me...now spin around."

Brooke and Carol started whispering to each other...and I couldn't hear.

"So, Laurel, if we could arrange a date with Jerry tonight after the banquet, would you be interested?"

"Absolutely."

"OK then ladies, our business is now concluded. It's time for a little shopping before we hit the spa," Brooke announced, holding up the gift cards. A cheer went up throughout the room and I hustled out to the street to catch a cab. I asked the cabbie to take me to the best men's clothing store in the city.

Brooke and Carol had taken this seriously. Out of respect for their concern, the least I could do is look my best for my date with Laurel. I could hit a little white dimpled ball anytime...

A short time later, Carol called me to let me know I had a date for after the banquet. I guess they hadn't seen me peeking in after all.

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"You look absolutely dashing!" That was Brooke's assessment. "I'm jealous..."

"Don't tease me, Brooke, I'm not that strong." My heart was doing cartwheels.

It was two hours before the banquet and the guys had not returned from golfing or the baseball game. I had asked Brooke to come up to the penthouse suite to make sure I was presentable for the evening.

I had spared no expense on this suit. I had asked the owner of the shop what suits Donald buys, and then I purchased a better one. "Take that!" I thought to myself. I was feeling frisky.

Brooke assured me that my date was getting the full treatment, hair, nails, dress, shoes...the works.

"I think you'll be very pleased, she's a lovely girl," Brooke declared, and then she showed me the long purple gown she purchased for the banquet and my shoulders slumped.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"I truly hope Pete realizes what a lucky man he is..."

"He does, I think. But he doesn't always show me or tell me. That's what happens when you've been married for a long time," Brooke lamented.

"If I was your husband, and you had bought that gown for me, I feel certain that we might be a little late for the banquet...and leave a little early."

"Perhaps you should have a talk with Pete about not taking me for granted..."

"And say what? 'Say...Pete, ole buddy... Since you don't show her enough appreciation, how about giving me your wife for the rest of your life?' I'd be dead. He'd be in jail. You'd be alone...for about two seconds."

"You're bad... Right now you need to concentrate on Laurel. Give her a chance..."

"You're absolutely right, Brooke. I'm honored that someone would want to go out with me. So I beg you, please don't get too close to me tonight. You know how you affect me, I've made it clear. Please don't distract me. She deserves that much..."

"Deal. And I need to concentrate on Pete. This weekend was all about reconnecting for us. OK, Jerry, good luck and we'll talk tomorrow morning."




Swan Song



And with that statement, Brooke winked at me, and walked out of my suite. I decided to shave again... Who knows? Maybe Laurel would indeed turn out to be the one...

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Laurel was indeed a lovely woman. She was a classic case of the whole being greater than the sum of her parts. We met ten minutes before the start of the banquet. She had curly shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and a slim build. Her smile was warm and confident. She spoke with an intelligence that made me worry about saying something stupid. This date, I realized, would be more than just admiring how attractive she looked.

I thanked her for taking care of so many issues relating to the banquet weekend. She thanked me for the cash. There was a directness about her that I found attractive. I was looking forward to getting to know her after the ceremony.

At 8:10pm for the last time I tapped my spoon on my water glass and brought the room to attention...

"My friends, tonight is a night of recognition. But first, I'd like to truly thank all of you for coming... This whole experience has far exceeded my wildest expectations. I've made some great friends and I hope all of you have as well. I will never forget some of you as long as I live....and I mean that in the best way!"

"And now I'd like to introduce the lovely Laurel, owner and editor of the Literotica website to announce the twenty four remaining commentators. When your name is called if you would please stand up and be recognized..."

One by one Laurel called out the names, and almost surprising to me was the constant applause. It was a respectful night and I was proud to be a part of it. When Pete's name was called I looked squarely in the direction of Laurel. I noticed she had nice legs. I hadn't picked up on that before...

For the major awards, and the cash prizes that when with them, Laurel chose my friend Betrayed as the most prolific commentator based solely upon volume from the previous year. Lickideesplit was chosen "most open minded" commentator, and HarryinVA was given the lifetime achievement award. But there were no losers as all recognized commentators got Visa gift cards, and that made for a lot of happy wives... The vibe in the room was real good.

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With the announcements made, the waiters starting serving dinner, and Laurel and I snuck out the back and into a limo. I was pleasantly surprised to learn she liked Thai food and she gave the driver directions to her favorite restaurant. In the limo, I kept reminding myself about manners, opening doors, holding chairs, not swearing. I really wanted to make a good impression.

Laurel was a great conversationalist as we covered a lot distance in a short amount of time, keeping our common connection of Literotica in mind. Basically, she and Mark (Manu) met at Columbia University. She was a sophomore English major who was bored with Chaucer and Tennyson and he was a senior computer whiz. They fell in love, and one night in bed came up with the idea to have a website with literature that people actually wanted to read.

"Being young and discovering my sexually, this website just seemed like such a natural fit."

Mark handled the technical aspects and she read all the stories. They had a business going before they even graduated college. But it didn't pay all the bills because they would not compromise on advertising. Eventually she took a job as a full time editor with a major publisher.

She and Mark were a couple for six years before they "drifted apart." And now, in her early thirties, she felt her life slipping away.

I quickly ran through my history, growing up in rural Pennsylvania, college in Pittsburgh, working for the government, and winning the lottery. I tried to explain my shyness but it came off sounding pathetic. Actually, it is pathetic. But I am what I am and I'm working on it...

I explained that Brooke and Carol were friends who were trying to help me feel more comfortable around women, and that they were trying to accelerate my learning curve. Laurel suggested that perhaps by next weekend I would be the Don Juan of Pennsylvania. She had a great sense of humor.

The fun really started when Laurel started telling funny stories associated with readers and writers to the website. Suffice to say there are a lot of really weird people out there. The things you think could not be true sometimes actually are. I was feeling better about myself and more normal by the minute.

When the limo dropped Laurel off at her apartment I gave her a hug, but it was obvious there was simply no connection for either one of us. We would remain friends. She asked about having a banquet next year and I remained noncommittal. When she asked me if I would write a story about this weekend I replied, "Perhaps, it won't be as good as something by HDK, but I'll try to write in complete sentences."

She gave me a puzzled look searching her memory bank, and as I stepped into the limo I said, "Thank you for giving me a chance, Laurel... It really was my pleasure."

Returning to the Waldorf I quickly made my way through the lobby praying not to see Brooke and Pete together. Fate was kind this evening. Twenty minutes later in the penthouse, standing in my underwear and starting out at the New York City lights, I was overcome with a sense of loneliness.

I wanted to call Brooke. I punched the number on my cell for Tina/Catherine before hanging up. I got dressed for a trip to Girard's office but then took off my clothes. Hell, I even thought about finding that commentator who wanted me to have his wife. 

Ultimately, I laid in the bed and wondered about my pathetic nature. I should be having the time of my life! I was rich, decent looking, in good shape, and my equipment worked. "God help me," I asked and whispered a silent prayer. Then I simply stared at the ceiling until I fell asleep.

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I woke up at 5:37am with sweat pouring off my body, and my arms and legs were numb. I had a bad dream. Brooke was a Scandinavian princess dressed in her purple gown and I was one of two suitors. She chose the other and I was set adrift on a Viking ship and they stood on the shore line and laughed at me. Fuck! I hate dreams...

Rolling out of bed, I walked to the windows to watch the sun rise. "Get a hold of yourself, Jerry!" my mind chastised. "You're not in high school and Brooke isn't the prom queen...grow up!"

I gave myself a pep talk. I was a good guy. Lots of fish in the sea, that kind of bullshit... But physically my chest felt tight and my heart had a dull ache. I couldn't dismiss what I felt...it had to be Brooke. It simply had to be Brooke.

By 7am I was showered, dressed, and down in the coffee shop looking for caffeine. Doesn't anybody drink black coffee anymore? Frappes and lattes? Despite my pathetic nature, at least I take my coffee straight up. Hey, I had that going for me...

To my surprise HDK and Carol were already in a booth reading the Sunday paper. It seems they were early risers, too. Carol was excited to hear about my date, you could tell by her facial expression, but was trying to play it low key...

"Good morning!"

"Good morning......so Carol, how are you feeling this morning?"

"Better than yesterday," she laughed.

"Didn't take my shopping advice, did you?"

"No, I couldn't find any stores that sold whips," she joked.

"Too bad for you!" I responded.

HDK remained buried in the financial section, refusing to take the bait his wife cast.

"So how was your date?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Nice...but no match."

"Oh..."

"She's a really nice woman. I like her, but there just wasn't any spark. For either one of us..."

"Well, no shame in that, Jerry. This is actually good. You got through this experience and will be more comfortable on the next one."

"Are you a guidance counselor or therapist, Carol?"

"No, silly. I'm a wife..."

HDK looked over the top of his newspaper at us and shook his head... I couldn't help but think a man of his intelligence and wisdom must be terribly amused at my whole situation.

"I wonder if Brooke will be down here early this morning. I didn't see or talk to her last night..."

Carol looked away, "Well...I'm guessing that she'll be getting up rather late this morning."

I'm not an idiot. I got her meaning. My chest suddenly tightened. I must have made a sour face.

"Carol, HDK... I think I'm going up to my room to pack. The limo leaves at 11am."

"Jerry..."

"What Carol?"

"Look at me! You have to turn this into a positive. You can't let this eat you up inside."

"That's easier said than done, Carol. Tell me how..."

"Focus on the positives..."

"OK...but the problem with your theory is that the one big negative, that I will never be with Brooke Jones, is greater than all the positives that have happened this weekend."

"But your life doesn't end today. In the long run you'll come to understand that I'm right."

"Are you sure that my life doesn't end here today? Do we ever really know? 'Live for today because tomorrow never comes' ever hear that phrase, Carol?"

"Don't be so melodramatic. And besides, there is one thing you keep ignoring. Brooke Jones is a fine woman, but you have this idea in your mind that she's perfect. Not by a long shot! By her own admission, she was almost a cheating wife. She was THAT close. You almost got her! Is that the kind of woman you want? Think about it!"

"Right now, she has to live with that guilt and that's why she's so invested in seeing you find happiness. She thinks by confessing to Pete and finding you a wife, that it will cleanse her conscious, and that it will right a wrong. I'm not so sure about that..."

"I've been cutting you some slack because of your lack of experience, first love and all that, usually most people go through this as teenagers, but no matter who you eventually end up with, you better learn to deal with the fact that your wife will be flawed and imperfect and do stupid things. Jesus, we're all human and Brooke doesn't walk on water!"

"I know you don't want to hear this, Jerry, but there are tons of other women out there greater than Brooke Jones, and I mean TONS! When you finally open your eyes perhaps you'll see that."

"OK, Carol... I get it..." I said looking downward. "Please put away your brick and switch to decaf."

"I'm not joking about this..."

"Carol, intellectually I get it. I really do. I'm not stupid even if I'm acting like I am. But these emotions are very strong and it's hard to control what I feel in my heart."

"Forty nine going on sixteen...Grow up!" Carol challenged me.

"Anybody interested in my opinion?" HDK said from behind his newspaper.

Carol and I just stared at each other looking stunned.

"Sure..." I stammered.

"I think you should call that Tina girl, dress her in Brooke's clothes, and bang the shit out of her! And I mean every hole... Get it out of your system, boy! She gave you a rain check, didn't she?"

"Yes...but I'm not sure if I could do that..." I replied.

"Well then, could you give her number to me?" HDK winked.

"Asshole!" Carol stated.

HDK made me laugh and I will be forever grateful.

We agreed to meet by 10:45am and I went back up to the penthouse to pack. Staring into the rising sun I asked myself if I was better off on Friday morning or now. On Friday I was lonely and sad. A zero life. Now I was lonely and sad, but worse, I had tasted the emotions of unrequited love and I was absolutely miserable... 

This is how pathetic I was...my life was even more fucked up now than it was before...

There is an old axiom that states that "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Perhaps this statement didn't exactly apply to my situation, but it was close enough for me to say that it is total bullshit.

Trying to find something to pass the time and take my mind off of the current situation, I decided to go back down to the lobby and say "Goodbye" to my new Literotica friends. Perhaps I would never see them again...

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Mulling around the lobby at 9:45am, Girard the concierge approached me with a big smile and a handshake. I reached into my wallet to pull out a tip for the man; he had provided great service and tickets to all the Literotica guests.

"Strapper...huh...Jerry...I'd like to sincerely thank you!"

"For what, Girard? It's me that should be thanking you..."

"No, no... I was able to provide some...huh...assistance to that couple who were interested in the 'ballet' yesterday...the ones you sent my way..."

"Really?" I questioned, surprised that my facetious suggestion produced results.

"The most unbelievable experience of my life!" Girard stated. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "The guy ended up wearing pink tights and a tutu...and his wife was the biggest slut! God, what a night!"

"Well... I'm glad it all worked out for you." I managed to say, pulling back from him.

"I really hope your group is coming back here next year. Will this be an annual thing?"

"I really don't know. We'll see..."

"Well, in any case, thank you and anytime you need tickets for anything in the area, just call me."

I stood there shaking my head. I guess when fantasies mesh it can be a wonderful thing. 

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Brooke stepped out of the elevator looking more stunning than ever, arm in arm with her husband. A black pants suit and perfect hair... Her face had that warm contented afterglow; it was painfully obvious that she had a passionate night with Pete. They leaned into one another with such ease. They had obviously reconnected. My rational mind said that it shouldn't, but it hurt me badly inside.

When they walked over to talk to me with big smiles on their faces, I wanted to crawl in a hole. My chest suddenly ached.

"Jerry! So, how was your date?" she asked, a hopeful expression on her face.

"Get any last night?" Pete followed up.

"It was...huh...nice...huh..." I managed to stammer before my heart felt like it was going to literally explode. "Would you excuse me please?"

I managed to stagger to a sofa at the side of the lobby, clutching my chest. I doubled over and a feeling of nausea overcame me as I looked for a trash can.

Pete actually rushed over, "Hey man, are you OK? Do you want me to get an ambulance?"

"I don't know...I can't seem to catch my breath..." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brooke just standing there frozen with a look of horror on her face.

I tried to breathe deep but the pain was crushing, "Water...get me some water..."

I looked up again and Brooke was gone, almost like a ghost appearing and then disappearing.

Pete handed me a bottle of water and I slowly sipped it, as he tried to convince me to get medical attention.

"What fucking difference does it make?" I managed to spit out between breaths. "If I die here right now it would be a blessing...save me from a lifetime of pain."

"You don't mean that, man." Pete retorted, surprised at my outburst, "You've got a helluva lot to live for..."

"Easy for you to say..." I muttered. He simply didn't understand...

I looked up again and there stood Brooke. She was a thousand years old, the beauty faded, all skin and bones, blond hair in clumps on the floor. I blinked and again she was gone.

"Fuck this...I'm calling an ambulance!"

"No! I'm OK...Just let me fucking die!"

Pete was a man of action. The EMT's appeared in the lobby about five minutes later but I refused oxygen. They hooked me up to a portable electrocardiogram machine, but again I refused any nitroglycerine and I refused to get on the gurney. They found it difficult to treat a patient who would not cooperate. It was not rational to refuse help but I didn't give a shit. Eventually, as I calmed down my vital signs returned to normal and I was able to convince them to leave. They urged me to see a doctor immediately when I returned home. 

The crowd that had gathered dispersed, with lots of well meaning people wishing me the best. Eventually I managed to make my way into the small banquet room where a continental breakfast was set up. I found a table in the corner and tried to disappear.

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"Well, that was pretty stupid!"

I looked up. HDK, Carol, Betrayed, and Barbara were standing over me, serious expressions on their faces.

Carol spoke up, "You need to get your head out of your ass and wise up, Mister."

I tried to smile, "The limo will be here in ten minutes, I didn't want to make you wait..."

"Yeah right... You know, Jerry, I thought you were a lot smarter than that..." Carol continued.

"What do you mean?"

"If you truly love someone you never want to hurt them. You accept your pain to take away their pain. That's what love is..."

"I don't understand..."

"You fool! You crushed, Brooke! She was curled up on the floor in the ladies room balling her eyes out. She's a total wreck! She thinks you want to kill yourself for her!"

"I don't know if I want to live..."

"Bullshit! Think about this very carefully, Jerry. If you die, she'll have a lifetime of guilt. She'll never have another happy day in her life...is that what you want?"

"Of course not..."

"She has feelings for you and she wants you to be happy...it's just that you can't be together...that's the sad reality...but she desperately wants you to find happiness like she has with Pete..."

"But..."

"Jerry, let me spell it out for you. You have to be a man and let her go...for both of you. I know it's a cliché, but if you truly love her... you have to set her free."

I put my head in my hands and thought about Carol's words.

"Will she see me?"

"Yes, I believe so..."

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She was very tentative as she walked towards me, her regal stride gone. Her face was bright red, any makeup long since washed away. As she approached closer, I immediately noticed her eyes were bloodshot. She seemed a little older, a little thinner, a little shorter, and a little more vulnerable.

As she came closer, I instinctively folded my arms across my chest as a defense mechanism, and it suddenly saddened me that my body associated her with pain. I motioned for her to come outside. Pete and Witless were talking in the lobby as Brooke and I walked out of the Waldorf to where the limousine was waiting...

We stood facing each other on noisy street of midtown Manhattan. The distance between us was an arm's length and a lifetime. I gazed for one last time into her pale blue eyes for as long as I dared, finally taking out a piece of paper out of my pocket and holding it out for her to take.

"My number, Brooke. If you need something, if I can help you with anything, don't hesitate to call... But please don't torment me; I don't know how much more I could take."

Brooke slowly nodded and took the paper from my hand, then placed it in her purse, before returning to look at me, a tear forming in the corner of her eye.

"And Brooke, if for some reason you and Pete are no longer together..."

I offered my hand and she placed hers in mine. I brought her delicate thin hand to my face, bowed my head ever so slightly and kissed the back of her fingers.

"I love you, Brooke...Goodbye..."

And with that I turned and strode quickly to the waiting limo, jumped inside, and cried like a baby. I mean I fucking wailed... I should have been embarrassed, but it hurt so badly. I let it all come out. Between the sobs and the tears gushing down my face, I noticed through the window that Brooke was still standing like a statue on the sidewalk.

Carol stepped out of the limo and wrapped her arms around Brooke and they stood there holding each other before ever so slightly parting. Their conversation must have lasted a while, as they each spoke and kept nodding to the other. By the time Carol returned to the limo, my tears were flowing slower. She glanced over to her husband, before reaching over to touch my knee.




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The hard beats thundered through the club, smoke fogged the dance floor, and the smell was of cigarettes and cigars. This was an upscale, trendy dance club where the rich played on weekends- pretty, swanky jet-setters. It was about 1:30 Saturday night. Drew and Beth were now both feeling the effect of all of the drinks they had consumed that night.

It all started when the two had dinner at an exquisite Italian restaurant. Drew was a twenty-something doctor, 6' and 190 pounds, athletic build, with short brown hair and blue eyes, and silver hoop earrings in each ear. He wore an all black suit with a white dress button down underneath. Beth has long, wavy, thick brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. She is a tall 5'11 with very long, slender legs, and also in great shape. She wore a black satin dress half unbuttoned showing her ample cleavage. The dress hardly covered her shapely ass and exposed her smooth legs. The couple just finished dessert and their second bottle of white wine. They flirted with the waitress and asked where the hot spots were in town. After paying the bill they were taken by taxi cab to the very posh club The Underground. Immediately after getting out of the cab they were welcomed by the doorstaff and quickly ushered past the have-nots and the red ropes. 

Upon entering the club it appears very small. There is a small common room with a bar. On each wall of the room there were hallways. The right hall led to the bathrooms, the left to the VIP area, and the one straight ahead to ecstasy. Beth walked down the long dark red-carpeted hallway on the right to the women's lounge while Drew fetched them each a martini. He stood adjacent to the bar sipping his drink scooping the scene- "this was the place" he thought to himself. A gorgeous blonde model passed by and smiles at him as he half smiles at her. "She probably smells the money in my wallet" he mumbles to himself. As Beth reappears a lean Italian man offering to buy her a drink approaches her. She kindly declines and offers to dance later. Her maroon lipstick was succulent on those thick lips- how could anyone in the club not want to make love to this bombshell tonight?! 

He greets his girl and they drink martinis at the small bar just people watching. They decide to check out the main club. As they walk down the dark hallway the music pounds louder and louder, faster and faster. The two walk down a flight of crowded stairs and bypass a couple passionately exploring one another. Drew stops to watch the couples' flailing hands as Beth pulls him away from the couple. Drew is approached by a well-dressed man and is asked if "he needs to make any purchases tonight". The couple ignores the dealer. Two girls are standing at the base of the faintly lit stairwell making a toast and dropping ecstasy pills while a group of men next to them do likewise. As the couple makes their way to the end of the hallway they are welcomed into a massive club. They walk out onto a balcony that overlooks a monstrous dance floor. In the very center of the club appears a huge fire that shoots into the air. The whole club is lit in huge pillar candles, adding an erotic ambiance. 

Four platforms arise from the dance floor, 3 of which are occupied by luscious female dancers, one with a hot guy. Two ladies occupy one platform, one brunette and one blonde. The blonde has an absolute stunning figure and is wearing only a red thong at this point. She is perfectly tanned and has perky rounded breasts with nipples standing on end. She dances wildly on a pole erecting from the center of the platform. The brunette takes off her own black latex bustier and now wears only a black latex pair of skin tight hot pants with black fuck-me boots hugging her knees. Another stripper no doubt. The brunette stands behind the blonde and rubs her front side against the blonde while reaching around and cradling her breasts. 

The blonde presses her hot ass into her partner and enjoys having her neck and shoulders tasted by the brunette's tongue and mouth. The blonde turns around and the two trade kisses. She slowly succumbs to her knees and buries her face into the black latex crotch and moves her face in rhythm to the thundering bass. A similar scenario plays out on two other platforms while a Spanish guy, young 20's with dark features proceeds to take his clothes off while circling his hips to the complex beats. He now wears only a pair of black leather pants. His hands caress his chiseled chest and abs and slowly press down against his crotch. 

The couple makes their way to the main floor and proceeds to rock hot bodies against one another in unison. This was definitely the place to be--everyone and everything was here: gorgeous lesbian couples, hot gay men, cross dressers, sizzling couples dressed to the tee, and probably about 2000 singles looking to get a piece. After dancing to about 5 songs Beth is being watched by a very tall and petite model. She wore a tight fitting red silk gown with shoulder straps that went down to her ankles. Her long straight blonde hair flowed midway down her back, her eyes were blue, and her lipstick was fire engine red. She was there tonight with a very handsome man, tall, lean, very dark wavy hair and dark eyes, scruffy face, and wearing a designer suit. 

Both were sipping champagne. They made their way across the packed dance floor toward Beth and her husband. Each couple noticed one another and danced in front of one another, almost trying to outdo the other. The dancing was becoming very erotic. Beth and Drew were pressing hard against one another when the blonde model moved from her man and behind Beth. She pressed her crotch into Beth's backside and held onto her hips for support. This was something Beth had never experienced but always was intrigued by. 

She received her new friend well and put her hands on her hips as well. The music was pounding harder and harder now as explosions erupt and smoke takes over the club. Drew pulls away from his wife and approaches the handsome man. The two introduce themselves to one another and watch their women. It is very apparent that the blonde is lusting for Beth as she grinds her crotch all over Beth's ass and begins rubbing her hands on Beth's hips. Beth almost feels ashamed for enjoying the touch of another woman, but something about this woman's touch was incredible. Beth turns around and the new couple embrace, arms around one another pressing hot, sexy, sweaty bodies against one another. 

The loud beats get faster and faster as the couple tease one another more and more. Finally as the music can't get any faster there is a loud explosion with flames and smoke and the blonde model presses her moist lips to Beth's. Not knowing how to react Beth pauses and then returns the kiss passionately, doing what her instincts tell her to do. Their lips are inseparable, and after a few seconds both sets of lips part and tongues begin to explore. Nobody in the Underground could miss the two hottest girls in the club rubbing bodies against one another, hands around another's necks, and mouths passionately falling in love.

Drew and the other guy, Loren, were standing at the bar taking everything in- neither of their wives had ever experienced anything like this before, although both had expressed interest. The two studs did shots at the bar as girl after girl smiled at the two of them. Indeed, they were on display tonight like the ladies. Beth and Lisa made their way to the bar and introduced themselves to each other's husband. Everyone was a little hard of hearing as the music drowned out their voices. Loren bought everyone a round of lemon drops, then Drew bought everyone a round of lemon drops. Everyone agreed to dance to the next song. Beth spoke with Loren, and as Lisa and Drew spoke, she put her arm around his waist. Beth wasn't to be outdone, so she put her arms around Loren's neck as the two spoke intimately. Lisa grabbed Drew's hand and pulled him amongst the thousands to dance while the other two stayed to have another drink. Lisa put her hands around Drew's waist and immediately his hands were on her back, massaging her deeply.

This dancing and music and strange man and his wife was making Lisa very excited sexually. As she danced she pushed Drew away and rubbed her hands over her perky breasts, nipples standing erect through the red silk. Her hands made their way to down her sides to her waist and down the insides of her thighs. He watched and danced alone, glaring at her every move. Lisa's left hand teased her crotch and her fingertips traced their way back up to her waiting moist lips. She placed a finger deep inside her mouth with eyes closed as Drew's jaw nearly dropped in awe. He surely enjoyed this and wondered where the night might lead him and Beth. 

The other couple was about 10 feet away from Drew and Lisa. Their bodies were pressed closely to one another and lips within inches of each other. Beth's pussy was dieing for attention at this point. She had a million thoughts running through her head at this time- what would Drew think about her with this Loren? What were he and Lisa doing? Where would the night lead the couples? She was feeling the effects of the alcohol and had lost all inhibitions. Loren was gorgeous, and she wanted him right there on the dance floor. She moved her lips closer to his as she felt his cock hardening against her waist. 

He turned his head and parted her hair with his hand as his lips met the side of her neck. He placed several small kisses on her, each one sucking her skin a little harder than the one before. As he kissed her neck his hands stroked her sides, lightly pressing against the sides of her succulent breasts, moving their way past her hips and up her thighs. His hands paused momentarily then one hand pressed hard into her hot, wet, waiting pussy, and back up her front side with only a thin piece of silk separating them. Beth let out a moan to let Loren know she approved of his actions. He stared into her deep green eyes, and without hesitation he was overcome by spontaneity, pressing his lips against hers, sucking in her upper lip and tasting her. His hands moved their way back up her sides slowly, past her hips, felling her tight abs, and back up tracing lightly over her shapely breasts. Beth pulls her hands from Loren and runs them through her own hair, eyes closed, head drawn back, neck exposed, and listens to the now trance set playing before them, trying to take everything in and convince herself that this is not a dream, but a real life fantasy come true. 

B eth looks to her right side and sees Lisa being completely seduced by her husband. He is behind her with his front side pressing hard against her hot ass in sync to the slow rhythms. Both sets of hands are locked together on her hips with Drew kissing Lisa's neck and shoulders. What a turn on this is to see Drew with this gorgeous woman Beth thought. Their bodies rocked slowly as Lisa brought Drew's hands over her breasts. Beth watched the whole series in total awe and amazement. She wanted to be in between the two of them and be their center of attention. Just as Beth was having more erotic thoughts Loren asks her if her and her husband would like to leave. 

The foursome had every intention of leaving the club, but all four were curious to see where the mysterious hallway led. They all held hands through the dark, narrow hallway which led to several dark VIP rooms lit with candles and vanilla incense. Drew sits down on one of the couches with Beth next to him as the other couple sits down on the other side of the couch. Beth climbs on top of Loren and presses her lips to his and forces her tongue between her lips. She straddles him and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders and begins pressing her pussy into his crotch and waist and the other two look on in amazement. 

Drew had never seen his wife act out so wildly but was very impressed. Not to be outdone Lisa straddles Drew and unbuttons his shirt. Her hands feel his chest and tight abs. She is very impressed. Her nails lightly press into his chest and run up to his shoulders and back. She starts kissing his chest when suddenly Beths hands run through her hair, as if to say she approves. Drew guides her head and feels her breasts then over to his wife's breasts, which already have a set of hands on them. What a site- two extremely attractive jet set couples in total infatuation with one another without inhibition in a small lounge setting. 

The couples decided that they would like to continue their voyeuristic experiences elsewhere and jumped into Loren and Lisa's black limousine waiting outside. While driving the couples asked several questions of one another and made sure that all four had no qualms nor hold-ups about what might happen later that night. Drew sat holding hands with his wife on one side while the other couple held hands sitting across from them. All four seemed to stare holes through one another trying to figure out what the other were thinking. 

After sipping another bottle of champagne the limo arrived back at Loren and Lisa's estate. They pulled past the guard house and proceeded down a long drive lined with palm trees on either side. The house sat atop a hill looking down over the big city. Lisa walked Drew to the house's living room. Candlelight lit the entire room. While sipping another glass of champagne, Drew looked down over the darkly lit swimming pool. It was surrounded by plush bushes and flowers, and stakes with candles atop surrounded the pool and hot tub. He noticed Beth and Loren holding hands while walking toward the pool. It was still very warm out, probably 75 or 80 degrees. The moon was full and shined down on them as they embraced in a deep kiss. As he kissed her neck she began to let her hair down. 

He continued placing soft kisses on her neck as his hands softly brushed against her now hardening nipples. She was feeling almost guilty inside as another man seduced her, but this was a fantasy that she wanted to live out. She again closed her eyes as her gown slowly slipped down to her ankles. The new couple moved over to the pool where Loren began removing his clothes. Beth watched his every move as she removed her heels. She sat at the water's edge and spread her legs into the pool. One hand touched the water and moved up to her waiting clit. She had been aching all night for some action, and now it was just beginning. 

Her two fingers rubber soft circles over her clit as she watched Loren remove his last article of clothing. She lay back as he approached her with his cock half erect. He moves closer to her, and without wasting any time moves his lips to her breasts. He takes one into his soft mouth and sucks lightly, light pressing his teeth against her nipple. His hands caress her firm breasts as he flicks his tongue back and forth. She continues rubbing her clit faster and faster as he is driving her wild. He proceeds down her front side to her cleanly shaven pussy. He licks her clit as her fingers continue to run circles. His tongue slowly runs down over her folds and back up to her clit. She tastes absolutely wonderful Loren thinks to himself. 

His lips nudge her fingers aside as he takes her clit into her mouth. It is now very swollen. He presses his tongue hard against it and strokes it softly with his tongue. Back and forth he strokes her clit with his tongue. In the meantime Beth notices Loren is very erect now. She cups his balls with one hand and ass with the other. She presses his hips closer to her mouth and licks the head of his penis. It is probably 7.5 inches and thick- very smooth. 

She takes in the head of his cock and sucks on it, swirling her tongue in circles. Her hands run over how smooth ass and press him deeper into her mouth until her lips are to the base of his manhood. She slowly withdraws and moves back down. She feels his cock twitch inside her mouth as his sucking on her clit grows ever faster. He inserts 2 fingers into her dripping pussy and firmly presses upward against her G-spot. He sucks her clit harder and harder as she feverishly sucks up and down on his hard cock. As she opens her eyes she looks up into the house to see Drew's silhouette. He has a drink in hand with Lisa next to him. They are watching down on the naked couple. Beth smiles and closes her eyes to finish. She loves to know that her man is watching and approving of her actions.

Loren's hips begin to pull back and press forward into Beth's mouth now. He is close to cumming, and she is too. He is now feverishly flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit, hips bucking faster and faster. God I love this Beth thinks to herself. A hard cock in my mouth and a mouth fucking me! She leans back now, beginning to feel a rush deep inside. Loren presses deep into her mouth as she begins to moan. Her moans are louder and louder and he fucks her mouth with a stronger pace. The 2 keep at this when she begins to feel his body stop moving hips press far into her throat. Her legs begin to twitch as a rushing orgasm vibrates through her pussy.

Her legs shake, back arches a little, and head falls back. Another rush passes through her as Loren cums deep into her throat, one spurt after another, and another. Her body is intense and still now, completely overcome with another intense orgasm that shutters through her body as she swallows his last load of cum. He pulls his cock out of her mouth and rests his head on her legs. Beth had always wanted to suck a stranger's hard cock and swallow his cum. She couldn't believe she just did it! 

After relaxing together under the moonlight Loren and Beth made their way into robes and upstairs to join the scantily dressed couple in the candle lit living room. They were holding one another on a plush white couch with a fire burning in the fireplace. Beth sat with the couple and relaxed her head on their laps. 

It seemed as if Beth had fallen asleep, but she felt lips on her breasts. They were very soft, very smooth. They were not her husband's nor Loren's, but they felt wonderful. They gently traced around her firm nipples, gently being teased by a silky tongue. How wonderful Beth thought to herself. She reached her hand down to feel Lisa's thick hair brushing over her smooth skin. Beth's hands softly rubbed Lisa's cheeks and neck. Lisa moved her head back up Beth's front placing small, sweet kisses, up to her chin until their lips brushed across one another. 

Beth pressed her lips to Lisa's and invited her tongue into her mouth. Lisa's tongue entered and explored Beth's as their tongues slowly swirled together. As they continued the passion Beth's hands were rubbing the insides of Lisa's legs, lightly brushing over her small, well-trimmed patch. Her hands slowly proceeded to Lisa's waiting clit as the couple's kissing became more intense. Beth tries to open her eyes to admire Lisa's figure but realizes she has been blindfolded. Her hands are forcefully removed from her girlfriend's body and she feels them being bound together behind her head with something soft and smooth, a silk tie perhaps. 

She lay on the white couch in anticipation of the group's next move. Her senses are keenly aware of everything: vanilla scented candles, soft classical music with distant waves rushing onto the beach outside, and now a strawberry being introduced to her lips. She takes the sweet berry into her mouth as her lips are met by another pair. The lips are moist, yet she feels stubble against her chin- one of the men no doubt. She kisses the mystery man and finishes the berry as a pair of lips press against each of her nipples. Another berry is teased before her lips, but this time she tastes warm chocolate covering the berry and coating her waiting lips. 

Her tongue seductively licks the chocolate away. She is enjoying this game and wonders what might be next. As the berry teases her lips once more, another mouth pulls away from her nipple and moves to her clit. This soft mouth takes her in and out slowly as if making love to her hot box. Mmmm, how wonderful Beth thought to herself, as she experienced for the first time a woman's mouth on her pussy. Lisa's skilled tongue moved up and down her pussy in long, slow strokes. As the tongue begins to enter her wet box, the berry is allowed into her mouth again. 




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She takes in the berry to again meet the mysterious lips. The man passionately kisses her deeply. The tongue probes deeper into her pussy. And now her nipples are squeezed between a pair of fingers. What treatment Beth thought to herself. What had she done to deserve treatment like a porno queen! Her legs are guided open as Lisa's tongue now concentrates on her swollen clit. She tastes dripping chocolate again to her lips, but this time as she licks she realizes it is a hard cock. She licks the chocolate off the cock and takes it into her mouth, swirling the chocolate in her mouth and tasting the warm cock. A tongue now teases her ass as another concentrates on her clit. The tongue circles her ass and probes in slowly and lightly. It probes in further as the other pushes into her pussy. Beth imagines who must be doing what to her. 

The tongues enter her holes deeper as she takes the hard cock deeper into her mouth. Tongues push in and out of her simultaneously as the moist cock enters and exits her mouth. Before she can climax the game changes rules and the group pulls away from her. Silence. She hears whispers. She feels drippings onto her now very swollen clit and tits. One mouth laps the chocolate off both nipples and another tongue tastes her clit. She is again teased very lightly with chocolate near her lips. She extends her tongue to taste the chocolate and is met by Lisa's hot chocolate covered pussy. Her tongue pushes into Lisa's pussy to taste the sweet chocolate and tart pussy. Her head leans forward for more. Her lips take the pussy between them and introduce it into her dripping mouth. This is her first ever taste of another woman. 

She always wondered what it would be like, but this was unreal. Incredible. Beth moaned as her tongue searched out Lisa's clit. Beth swirled it in her mouth as if she had done it 100 times before. She heard Lisa moan and knew she was tasting her pussy the right way. Her mouth made love to Lisa's clit and sucked and sucked on it. 

The blindfold was removed and she was allowed to view Lisa's pussy up close. She pushed her tongue deep into her girlfriend's hot hole and listened to Lisa moan loudly. "Mmmmm, yeah, you are so wonderful. You are so soft with my pussy. Mmmmm yeah, make me cum Hun" she hears. The pussy begins to buck back and forth against Beth's mouth. Her tongue extends to the clit before her and presses hard against it. She again takes it into her mouth and sucks on it as the hips buck her faster and faster. The moans become louder. Lisa reaches back and rubs Beth's clit up and down, faster and faster.

Beth's tongue laps hard on Lisa's clit as she continues sucking and feels her own orgasm coming quickly. The hand on her pussy rubs faster and faster as Lisa begin's to moan "Yeah Beth, mmmm, right there, mmmm, I'm cumming Hun….God yes, make me cum, uhhhhh!" Hearing this Beth's pussy explodes into a forceful orgasm as she sucks Lisa's pussy very hard in her own mouth. She feels Lisa's legs shake against her face as she finishes making love to her pussy. Her own legs almost feel numb from the intense orgasm rubbed our of her. She has just experienced something she until now had only fantasized about. It was so much better than she had imagined, but Beth couldn't exactly put it into words. 

As she try and relax she feels a cock entering her wet pussy. Beth was still aching to get fucked after her girlfriend experience, and as she looked down she sees Drew pushing into her pussy. Mmmmm, he felt so good. She has been needing to feel his cock in her. He pressed deep into her box as Lisa's tongue licked over her clit. She now felt 2 tongues on her pussy as a cock entered in and out of her. The tongues seemed to intermingle with one another on her clit. One tongue moved down over the cock as it pulled out as the other continued to dance across her clit. The lower tongue pressed against Beth's folds as the cock glided past. Beth felt yet another orgasm building up as she looked down to see what was happening. How erotic, she thought to herself. Drew's cock pushed deep into her as he held it. 

Her pussy could not take anymore of this- she was ready to explode when a moistened finger entered her ass. Drew lay still as the finger pushed in deeper. Another entered her easily to loosen her up. The couple lay still as the fingers were removed. She felt a cockhead push against her ass. Beth was eager for it to enter, so she reached around to help guide it into her waiting hole. Slowly the head enters her ass. The cock in her pussy was very still as she concentrated on the one entering her ass. She guided it with her hands deeper into her ass until she felt warm balls against her. It was now deep within her tight little hole. 

The threesome held still to enjoy the moment. The cock in her ass began to pull out slowly as the one in her pussy lay still. It pulled out several inches before pushing all the way back in. It pulled out a little farther now and pushed deeply into her again. She was beginning to relax and really enjoy the feeling of being completely filled. Hands were exploring her hips and chest and face as both cocks now began to move within her. One pulled out of her ass as one pushed slowly into her pussy. 

The larger cock pushed back into her ass as the other one slowly guided out of her pussy. Lisa moved her body back up and passionately kissed Beth as the two cocks picked up rhythm inside her. Beth kissed her back and pushed her tongue into Lisa's mouth. The tongues explored each other as the bodies moved faster and faster. After only a few more strokes of each cock Beth couldn't hang on any longer. She began moaning louder and louder as Lisa sucked on her neck and stroked her long hair. The cocks moved deep inside her as she moaned very loud. Just as the cocks began moving in and out of her again she screamed aloud "yes, fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy. Harder, harder, harder. I feel your cocks so deep inside me, yes, push hard and deep. Uh. Uh. Uh." 

Then she felt both cocks push deeper than before into her ass and pussy as a massive orgasm flooded her. It was very intense and shook her whole body as she moaned aloud one last time. She felt the hard cocks in her release together. This sent her orgasm screaming out of her. It seemed to last only 10 seconds or so, but it was the most intense ever and left her motionless. She was unable to move as her body felt total fulfillment and ecstasy. 

The sun was beginning to rise over the ocean down below. It was a bright orange that reflected off the water and glared into the house waking up Beth. She stood to watch the waves washing up as her husband wrapped his strong arms around her body to hold her close. Not a word was spoken about the night before, but both knew that they had lived out some of the unspoken fantasies that they had once only dreamed of.