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…End of the part1. To be continued..
said lunch, but that’s a GO-GO place. They serve food, too? He said
not to be late, or I’d miss the show. Oh, well. Here it is. Hmmmmmm.
Nice neighborhood. Nice place.
The sign says auditions! Oh, so that’s it. Auditions for dancers. Was
I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn’t going to get me on
stage! I see somebody waiting outside … I approach him … correctly
guessing this is my date.
We go inside, and he whispers something to the Hostess. She looks me
over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for
burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with
the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the
microphone.
A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She
is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She
is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I
can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is
shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms
to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date
is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.
“Number 5.” That’s quick! And I’m number 6? My heart starts to pound.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
I just recently moved to a new city, started a new job, and met so
many new people that I felt very insecure and lonely. About a two months ago
I met John and Debbie through a mutual friend. John is very nice looking, at
about six foot two inches with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I was attracted
to him right away, but his wife Debbie sort of intimidated me. Debbie is a
goregous blonde, the type that guys pant and drool over. She’s really tall,
about five foot ten, with long blonde hair that reaches her waist. She has
a beautiful figure (36-24-35) and is in really good shape. And she has a nice
tan that makes her green eyes stand out. We went to dinner, our mutual friend
that I was seeing was a nice guy, but we weren’t anything more than friends.
We talked about moving into the area, and how hard is was to find new friends
and make new contacts. Just after we were seated for dinner, Debbie and I
excused ourselves and went to the “powder room”, the wine we’d been drinking
in the lounge had run its course and we wanted to get rid of it. When I came
out of the stall, Debbie was combing her hair in front of the mirror and I
checked my make-up. I saw her eyeing me in the mirror, giving me an up and
down look, and felt pretty good that she thought I was a potential rival (not
that I’d try to take a married guy from his wife). I’m not bad looking. I’m
five foot four with light brown hair, brown eyes (that guys say are very sexy
“bedroom” eyes), and I’m proud of my figure (34c-22-34), although sometimes
I wish my breasts were larger. The dress I was wearing was a light slinky
affair that showed off my figure and was green and black (my favorite colors)
and it came down to just above my knees. Debbie wore a pure black dress that
accented her cleavage and her hips, and her long legs with a slit on one side
that stopped almost indecently high on her thigh. Debbie said “I’m jealous.
John keeps looking at you and undressing you with his eyes.” I looked at her,
not sure what to say, but I did giggle a bit. I’d noticed John eyeing me a
lot, but I figured that he was just enjoying my legs. I told her that John
was probably just fantasizing about having us both (most men seem to have a
fantasy about two women). Debbie stopped combing her hair and looked at me
with an impish look in her eye. “Have you ever done that?” she asked. I
blushed, thinking of one time I had, and told her yes. It was several years
ago with my boyfriend and my best girlfriend. Debbie wanted the details, but
I sort of stammered, saying that it was a long story. She said I’d have to
tell her about it some other time, but she’d also had that fantasy, and wanted
to know how it felt. When she said that I could feel myself start to get wet
thinking about her and John in bed and her fantasizing about another woman
with them. Debbie started to adjust her clothes a bit, and then asked me to
check her bra strap, that she thought it was coming loose. I stood behind
her and unzipped the back of her dress. My hands shook slightly, as I reached
to re-hook one of the three hooks that had come loose. I felt her stiffen as
my fingers touched her bare skin, and felt little electric shocks race through
me, making my pussy feel even wetter. I hooked her bra, and Debbie suddenly
leaned back. I thought she was fainting and caught her with my hands on her
sides, just below her large breasts. She breathed heavily and turned around,
a needing look in her eyes. She reached out and squeezed my left breast in
her hand, and both of us moaned slightly. My pussy was really wet and I was
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Kate Brookfield watched her husband’s beautiful dark haired employer as she dialed
frantically a number from memory.
“Hello, David ? Yeah, it,s me… Lena Price… Hey listen, it’s all set… Mmmhm !, the little
blonde trick I was telling you about… Eight o’clock, okay ? We’ll meet you fellas there…Bye,
sugar”. She blew a kiss into the receiver.
“So sweetheart, Tell your husband that we may be a little late. Oh, by the mean, Kate, Do
you think black is beautiful ?”…
On Lena prearranged cue, the two young blacks checked the time on their wristwatches. Both
of them were anxiously looking forward to the evening’s events. They were both in the navy,
temporarily assigned to Omaha’s air base. Lena had met them in the song hee cocktail lounge
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Continuing Adventures of Dickie Dunkin
EPISODE #1 ” THE DAIRY QUEEN”
Well, dear reader, welcome to the wonderful(and erotic) world of Dickie
Dunkin. How do I know it’s so wonderful? That’s easy I’m Dickie Dunkin.(That’s
not my real name but then again neither are any of the other names your about to
read.) The stories your about to read are so of my favorite experiences. Or at
least it’s the way I remember them…
I had been working in a Real Estate office in a small town in New Jersey
and as was the usual custom on slow days I was playing Gin with Joe the salesman
whose desk was immediately behind mine. As we played I failed to notice the two
women who had entered the office behind me. We put the game on hold and Joe
stood up to greet the women, who by this time, were already walking toward us.
As I turned to face my own desk I glanced at them. There was a tall brunette,
whom Joe seemed to know, and a short blonde. My eyes immediately locked onto the
blonde. She was slim with a pair of green eyes the likes of which I had never
seen in my life. She was wearing a white uniform and my first impression was
that she was a nurse. I was wrong. Her hair was long and flowed down over her
shoulders where the seemingly endless cascade of golden hair stopped to rest on
her more than ample bust, about a size 38D. She had a narrow waist and a nicely
rounded pair of hips. There was a slight curve to her belly and a most visible
and pronounced pubic mound. Her legs were shapely although very muscular. Joe
introduced them to me. The brunette was Ann and the blonde was Rose. I
acknowledged and returned to my desk to busy myself with some trivial things so
it wouldn’t appear that I was eavesdropping. It seemed that Rose was trying to
sell her Soft Ice Cream business and Ann had brought her in to meet Joe with the
hopes that he could help. After filling out the necessary paperwork Joe asked me
to give the girls my opinion of what I thought the potential was. Of course
after having overheard everything I was able to backup everything that Joe had
told them, and even told them that I might have a client who could possibly be
interested. Of course nothing was further from the truth. Rose seemed to be
extremely greatful to hear such encouraging words and I told her I would be in
touch in a day or so. As they left I couldn’t help but check out Rose’s ass as
she walked toward the door. Nice ass.
That night when I got back to my apartment I couldn’t keep Rose’s vision
out of my head and soon found myself with a first class hard-on from thinking
about what I would do with her if I had her alone. I decided that I would call
the next day to get to know her better.
When I dialed the phone I felt my heart pound with anticipation as the
phone rang the first time.
“Hi Soft and Creamy number 21, this is Rose speaking.” came the softly
spoken words “…may I help you?”.
Trying not to get tongue tied I replied ” Hi Rose, this is Dickie from the
Real Estate Office. If it wouldn’t be too inconvenient I’d like to drop by and
take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”
Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would
come soon enough.
“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You
couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour
and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When
can I expect you?”, she said.
“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could
be there in half that time…and intended to be.
“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”
We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite
satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I
walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached
the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even
more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was
locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to
let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and
decided that this could be good.
“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Archive-author: Derek Blonde
Archive-title: Early One Morning
AUTHOR’S DISCLAIMER:
(Unfortunately, this is NOT what the life of a computer
professional is like, at least in Research Triangle Park.
Anyone who knows of a place where systems consultants can
do this type of thing, please let me know.)
They had been working on the system for twenty-one straight
hours now. It was finally up and running; their client, a
large banking law firm, wanted the in-house system plugged into
a banking information network and a huge legal database. The
conversion had taken over four hundred thousand dollars worth
of hardware and software, in addition to three weeks of work,
and in the end Ryan thought that it would have been simpler
just to order every single piece of shit in the IBM catalog
that would fit inside the cabinet and load it onboard.
And now the computer was getting ready to entangle itself
into an international 24-hour database. The Brain would never
shut off again; now, it was going through a self-test,
getting ready to read market data, scan the newspapers, and
watch the local trouble spots in locations around the
world where the firm had clients. Its huge main monitor
was split into sixteen screens, one screen for each
communication controller operating in the building. Ryan
was trying to give each of them in turn something
approaching his immediate and undivided attention.
He was having trouble concentrating, however. His
software engineer, Kelly, was a sweet young thing just
out of MIT…young, blonde, beautiful, and brilliant.
She showed a decided preference for working in sweats,
and since the machine room was cooled to 68 Fahrenheit,
sweats were comfortable. But while she and Ryan
were hooking up the cabling on a replacement unit, and
now again as they crowded in front of the monitor to
watch The Brain do its sitting-up exercises, they had
been working in close quarters. And Ryan had found himself
meditatively studying the curves of her beautiful, firm
ass underneath her crimson sweatpants. Wondering what it
would be like to nibble on her neck, near her hairline,
with her on all fours…
With an effort, Ryan snapped out of this pleasant fantasy.
The console beeped, signalling the end of the self-test.
“Is it ready to connect now?” asked Kelly.
Oh boy, he thought, is it ever. He was so hard that he
was positively throbbing, and he knew that he would
have to find some kind of relief soon. Just go off in
a corner and jerk off two or three times.
“Well, let’s give it a try,” he said, struggling to control
his voice. He punched the key sequence, and The Brain
started activating its connections. Lights danced on
the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.
“Jesus, I think it works!” breathed Kelly. “I think it’s
really running!”
“I’ve got my fingers crossed.”
An error code flashed on one of the low screens. “Oh, shit,”
muttered Kelly. “Hand me the green manual, would you?”
Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would
see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach. To his
dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four
feet over.
He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but
his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside
his grey flannels. He retrieved the green manual, and walked
gingerly back to Kelly’s desk, willing her not to look up
at him.
To no avail. She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and
she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan’s
arousal (and the source of his embarassment). Then she
quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have
come into the machine room (they hadn’t), and gripped
Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.
“You’ve been watching me tonight,” she said matter-of-
factly.
What could he say? “Yes.”
“And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”
“Yes.”
She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen
balls in her cool hand. “Are you lonely, Ryan?” she asked.
Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying
hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt. “Yes,” he half-
exhaled, half-moaned.
She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,
and suddenly gave a little shudder. “Oh, God,” she said.
“This is for me. My boyfriend’s been away for MONTHS!
I need a man. I need to be fucked. I need you, Ryan. Now.”
She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,
moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan
deeply while fumbling with his belt. Ryan picked her up, and
sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system
console. He entered her still standing, and she locked her
long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted
into her warm and welcoming wetness.
Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was
intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan
with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her
legs. “Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me.
Give me everything you got.”
They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.
His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried
to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could
feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. “Coming,” he
gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”
Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.
Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly–
that the only two things in the universe were her tight young
pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together
faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew
that soon the spasm would come.
Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding
flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically,
uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over
her in blissful waves.
When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they
glanced up at The Brain. Its lights danced merrily; it was
storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia
since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to
and there was nothing else for it to do before the London
stock exchange opened.
“We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,”
Ryan said gently.
“The machine,” Kelly replied firmly, “can take care of itself.
You can take care of me.”
He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.
End
–
weekend, a whole group of my friends went up to the lake to party and
get some sun and waterskiing in. There was this really CUTE girl who I
was seeing. Her family was rich and let her do basically whatever she
wanted. So she asked to take her brother’s speedboat out and of course
they consented. I think that she had just learned how to drive but had
been navigating her father’s speedboat as well as some of our friends’
skiboats for a while. I don’t think she had ever taken her brother’s
boat out before. But what the hell, he was away at college and wouldn’t
care anyways. Right? Well, I remember a whole bunch of problems
getting the boat up to the lake, but once it was there, the fun started.
Valerie had long blond hair (being the California beach girl) and a
really knockout tan slim body, with blue eyes and pouty lips. She was
always wearing as little clothing as possible (to get more sun she
said). The day after we got there, Val was wearing a red bikini and she
had these cute dainty feet with red nailpolish. I remember looking at
her long tan legs and gazing downwards to her feet. She was a waterskiier
and had smooth, muscular, but not too muscular legs that saw their share
of sunlight. Her cute brown feet were in white flip-flops, the kind
that has the really thin stringy thongs which showed off her cute feet.
I got an instant hard-on.
She pulled me to my feet where the group was sitting in the sand. We
hadn’t begun to ski yet so she told the group she was going to warm up
the boat and get used to driving it by taking it around the lake once.
She of course called me togo with her or this would be the end of the story.
Her brother’s boat was a fast jet boat that he sometimes used for
racing. It had a benchseat in it big enough for only two. As she climbed
into the driver’s seat, she put her leg forward and as I was admiring her
beautiful, nicely-tanned strong legs, I saw a big pedal shaped like
a big bare footprint on the floorboard right in front of her. It had
a raised ridge along the side of it and the entire gleaming footboard
surface had raised bumps kind of like corrugated steel. The shiny metal
pedal was at least 14″ high and stood straight up. I had never seen
a pedal on a boat before and asked her what it was for. She said it
was for the gas and that boat didn’t originally come with it. But
her brother liked the feeling of power at the touch of his foot so
he re-wired the boat with it. The foot throttle was custom made to his
liking and shaped to exactly match his bare foot: toes, raised arch and all.
He said that it allowed him to get off the starting line faster because
he could stomp on it and still steer with both hands. The raised edge and
arch as well as the perfectly-fitting toes and raised nubs helped keep his
foot in place as he dashed through the choppy waters. Although she said
that she had seen him driving with aquasocks before. She had never
driven his boat before.
She said that Mike (her brother) said it was just like driving a car
and that to start it for the first time, you needed to give the jets
a lot of gas. As she was explaining this to me, she put her cute thonged
foot on the upright accelerator. It looked tiny against the massive pedal;
her toes didn’t even reach “his toes” of the foot throttle, only just above
the arch of “his foot”. As Val tried to put her heel into the metal heel
cup, her foot slid out of her thong. “Dammit!” she yelled and tried to
kick the thong out of the pedal. Mike’s “foot” seemed to like her shoe and
refused to give it up no matter which way she tried to move it. Finally,
I bent over and lifted her size 6-7 thong out of the pedal. The accelerator
pedal must’ve pivoted about an axis where it touched the floor because
she tried to give the pedal a mighty pump with her foot, but since her
foot was small and her heel was in the cup, the pedal barely moved. She,
however, flinched in pain as stomping on a non-moving steel pad must’ve
hurt the knee and leg. She then sat way up in her seat and put her toes
on Mike’s “toes”. She extended her leg as far as it would go and began
pumping the pedal with her toes. She could press it down an inch backwards.
She turned the key and cranked the engine while continuing her feeble
ministrations. The engine cranked but never turned over. It
had been a cool night and I guess the engine was cold.
I slid next to her and told her to trade places with me. She did and I
was now sitting in the driver’s seat. I checked all the gauges and
everything was fine. Even the fuel was topped off. I kicked off my
right sandal and placed my bare foot on the big pedal. I had learned long
ago that it was impossible to drive with flip-flops on. The part of the
sandal extending past the heel was always longer than the part from the
front strap to the toe. Thus if you slide your foot back to be equal with
the bottom of the sandal, your toes always fall out of the straps. This
was illustrated by Val nicely a few seconds before. My foot almost
fit the aluminum casting. It was cold and corrugated with a lip running
around it (obviously to keep your foot mounted on the gas). I pushed on
the massive pedal with my toes and to my surprise it went back quite far.
I turned the key again and held it in start. I began pumping the pedal
in long strokes, pushing and extending my toes until it was almost
horizontal and then letting it slowly come back. The engine sputtered
and she grabbed my hard cock and squeezed tightly in anticipation.
It coughed and started to die. She quickly put her left foot, still in
her sandal, on top of my right and tried to pump the engine back to life.
Using the dashboard and my cock to balance her, she was making my cock
harder while she stepped on the insole of my bare right foot. The engine
caught on and was starting to sound like it would make it but it died
again suddenly.
I then got a really good idea. I told Val that maybe since the boat
seemed to do better when we both worked at it, that we should do it
together. She agreed but saw my wicked smile. I eased out of my swimsuit
and slipped my right foot out of my sandal again. Then I released her
bikini bottom. I told her that she had to sit on my lap for us to try
to get this boat started. So she sat down, easing her way onto my shaft,
moaning as she went. Now that we were one, I put my right bare foot
onto the large pedal which had grown warm by the heat from our feet.
Val then lifted her again-thonged right foot to the pedal. Now that she
was in my lap, she could reach it easily. She stuck her heel over my toes
and let her flip-flop sandal drape over the back of the gas pedal. Then
she moved her foot down until her foot slipped out of her shoe again.
The white thong landed sloppily behind the accelerator. Her dainty foot,
now on top of mine, tried to push on the gas but her thong had fallen at
just the right angle to wedge against the back of the pedal and the floor.
So I kicked off my left sandal and fished behind the large, wide pedal
for her shoe. I was straining and moving my hips to reach behind the
throttle and that was bringing her close to coming. I finally on a lunge
got my toe looped through the thin straps of her thong and pulled it free.
She reached forward and turned the key. She began pumping with her foot
furiously, crushing my tender foot against the pedal again and again,
rocking on my cock all the time. Her toes began to mesh with mine
from the force of her pounding foot, spreading my toes wide while her
painted toes interwove with mine. I looked and saw the pattern of red
nails alternating with my unpainted toes, peeking through from under
her foot. The nubs on the pedal were massaging the bare soles of my foot,
sending chills up and down my spine. My foot crashed the pedal again
and again as she extended her cute foot and pressed on my toes. I
watched this pendulating action, feeling the pressure of her sole on my
instep, and the raised nubs on the bottom of my foot. My left leg
involuntarily extended itself in the sensation, bringing me closer and
closer to orgasm. For what must have been thirty seconds, her foot
pounded the gas to full throttle. She came and her right leg
straightened and pinned my foot down on the pedal, holding the throttle
wide open. Her dainty foot, though little and beautiful, packed a
wallop of pressure! I couldn’t move. But my foot between hers and
the gleaming silver pedal couldn’t feel anything anyway as I began
exploding inside her. But that did it. The rush of gas from the fully
horizontal gas pedal revved the engine and she let go of the key. The
engine started.
>From then on, everytime I see a bare foot operating a pedal or engaging in
other activity, I remember Val and our boat ride. (There’s more to the
story too!) And I get this massive hard on that wants release desperately.
As Dave Munroe said, a girl in a convertible driving on PCH with the top
down barefoot makes me go wild! The beach during the summer is the best
time to see these sights! Cute girls in string bikinis with convertibles
driving barefooted! But isn’t there a law against driving barefooted (at
least in California, not that anyone can see you do it)?
If anyone has stories about pedals, tips or stories on seeing barefoot
drivers, or has an answer to the driving barefooted question, please post
to this group!!!
Pedal to the Metal! (Barefooted of course)
–
Archive-name: Fetish/barpedal.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Barefoot Pedal Pushers
output its tremendous date file. “They have been very thorough”, Elizabeth
thought, as details of her childhood scrolled past. Another monitor showed
digitized photos of times and places she’d forgotten a long time ago. “Now
where did they get those?” she wondered, whispering it aloud.
She had looked very different at the time of her first serious modelling.
Her breasts were smaller then, her body tighter, her face younger. She
still remembered the thoughts running around in photographer’s head – being
a teenage mindreader can be very educational. Elizabeth had learned to accept
that as she grew older and wiser, and nowadays she never peeked really deep
into other person’s mind. There was never anything beautiful to be found,
only guilt, hate and chaos their conscious level was never aware of. She had,
of course, been taught the tricks of the trade by the undisputed master,
professor Xavier, but sometimes she wondered if she really could adjust how
deep she probed. Perhaps she saw everything other people had stuffed inside
their heads, just refusing to know it consciously.
Sensors indicated someone at the door, but she didn’t have to look at the
monitor to recognize her. Dazzler, the show-off mutant with power to transform
sound into light, entered the room carrying two cups of coffee.
“Found anything interesting?” she asked as she set the cups on a small table.
“No”, Elizabeth said and reached for the cup. She didn’t have to look at it
directly, since she saw it through Alison’s eyes. The multimedia show on the
monitor ended and another menu appeared. She sipped her coffee and swallowed
it quickly, because it was still a little bit hot.
“Have the boys returned?” she asked back.
“Not yet”, Alison said and inserted the cassette into the stereo. It was U2’s
Rattle and Hum, one of her favorites after Tina Turner. The bass line of
“Bullet” filled the air, first loud, then quieter as Alison loaded her body
with music.
“It’s OK, they can definitely take care of theirselves”, Elizabeth said and
drank again, this time ready for heat. “We survived the Inferno, defeated
Reavers, even M-Squad…” – she giggled now with Alison – “they really would
not let a bunch of common crooks give them any trouble, now would they?”
“Definitely”, Alison answered.
“How’s Rogue?”
“Still sleeping. I checked her a five minutes ago. The sedative is still
effective.”
“Do you think that she’s going to get herself together?” Elizabeth asked.
Alison took some time before answering. They both knew what Rogue had to
go through every day, probably until the end of her life. She was never
able to touch anyone, since slightest physical contact caused her to suck
the target’s mind into her body, turn to him. It was not a beautiful sight
nor a happy state of mind. She had – accidentally – taken Carol Danvers
permanently inside her, and these personas hadn’t gotten along very well
recently. All that was needed to that was to touch her a little bit too
long. She could never feel what it was like to sleep a whole night with
someone she loved, naked bodies touching each other everywhere, every time.
Her crimes had been notorious, yes, but the punishment had been out of
every proportion.
“I… really don’t know. We must hope so.”
Elizabeth streched her hands and yawned. She looked at the clock and was
surprised to realize that it was so late already. Her shoulders felt like
she was Colossus. Alison was quick to help her teammate and stepped behind
her. Elizabeth relaxed in her chair as Alison started rubbing her shoulders
and neck.
“That feels nice”, she complimented. Her hand reached for a key, but she
stumbled and hit the key next to the one she’d intended. “Hmph”, she said,
pressing the right key, but the machine was already running. Another multi-
media about her started to run.
“Browsing through your file?” Alison asked, running her fingertips over
and over her shoulders. “Isn’t it surprising how they got all that data
about us. You know, my file is full of stuff I wasn’t aware of myself.”
Elizabeth didn’t bother to stop the computer, instead she leaned back,
closed her eyes and let Alison relax her completely. She breathed peace-
fully, her mind wondering around. Suddenly Alison’s hands stopped what
they were doing, just in the middle of where they really shouldn’t have
done that. Elizabeth felt like a symphony had ended abruptly into sound
of everyday noise.
“Don’t stop”, she said quickly, with her eyes shut. Alison was stunned
for a second, they she started making a sound reminding Elizabeth of when
her girlfriends had caught her kissing a boy when she was twelve. She saw
the reason in her mind when Alison started to giggle.
Elizabeth’s eyes and mouth opened wide and she reached for the keyboard.
On the monitor there were sensuos photos of her – without a strand. She
gasped for air with disbelief – the guy had promised to destroy those
photos when she’d came over next day to tell that she’d changed her mind!
How could she have been so naive and stupid then? Alison was giggling aloud
now, almost falling down on the floor as Elizabeth pressed the buttons
frantically, trying to make the computer stop.
“Oh god”, she said when she found the right command. The picture died into
blackness.
She turned around and looked at Alison, who was trying not to laugh. Her
eyes were delivering a clear message, telling that if she ever told anyone
about these photos, she’d be dead meat. Alison pointed her forefinger play-
fully to her, showing that she’d give her the fight of her life.
“Now. How much did you see?” Elizabeth finally asked.
“Quite enough”, Alison answered. “There was this picture where you were
lying on the bed, eyes closed, legs open and hands on your pussy. And that
other one of you doing Emmanuelle-pose in that chair, except the expression
on your face was somehow more dangerous. I didn’t know you had such reserves.”
“Alison.”
“Elizabeth, come on. OK, so you were young and this guy, let me guess, gave
you a few drinks and you needed cash and did it? It’s not such a big deal,
nothing to worry about.”
“Alison.” Her voice contained now the anger that the shame had covered.
“Come on.” Alison stepped forward and quickly turned the chair around. She
placed her hands on Elizabeth’s neck before she could object. “You should
have seen the discos I performed in when I was young. Real ratholes with
minimum pay. I had to do some posing to reach bearable standards of living,
and most of it nastier than yours. Some of it a lot nastier, since I wasn’t
very beautiful then and no-one wanted to see my body unless it was humped
by some stud. So you have nothing to complain. I was just able to remove them
from my file before anyone else found them. Even all the video stuff. But
at least I had the decency not use my real name, and I don’t think that any-
one recognized me, because I only did cameos if films and usually wore a mask
when I sang onstage.”
Elizabeth sensed that Alison was telling the truth. She let herself loosen
again and sighed. “Now my good massage work is ruined”, Alison said, feeling
her muscled tensed again.
“Sorry”, Elizabeth said.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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