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"Playing Dress-Up" (Part 1 of 3)
By Orestes
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***
Maxine woke up, turned over to and stared at me as I kept perfectly
still. I was pretending to be asleep, as I usually did when she woke up
this early. It could mean only one thing. I sighed and opened my eyes.
"I'm tired Max, couldn't we..."
"I know, we agreed, you're too pooped in the mornings. But I'm never
feel relaxed before bed, and well... It's just... I don't mean to nag
" Her voice trailed off in that sad way that made my sink into my
pillow.
"Okay, okay, just give me a minute....to wake up....'kay?" I sighed
and turned over, exhausted. I reached over to her hand, but she pulled
it away and stared out the window. I knew what this meant, as my
stomached grumbled and I gritted my teeth swallowing my bubbling
anger.
"I'm sorry Crystal. I just....need...you know....." She said in her
best martyred little voice. Times like this were what made me want to
leave her. To smack the shit out of her. To break down in tears for her
selfishness in even putting me through it. I'd lived with her since I
was fifteen years old and this was the one sick little kink that I had
to put up with.
I got up and sulked into the closet. She watched as I fetched the paper
bag and carried it back to out bed, as I've done so many times before.
I threw it on the bed bluntly. Maxine flinched at my barely suppressed
anger.
"Well...WHAT? " I barked, hoping she'd back down and we could make love
without the fucking bag, for a change, like we used to,
a long time ago.
"Honey, it just helps me....you know. Please don't be like this. I love
you Crystal. Please don't make it so ugly, okay? " Maxine said through
her salty quivering chin. I frowned, but was torn. My heart was
weakening seeing her there like that, and though it killed me to admit
it, I knew she was suffering too.
She couldn't help it. This was just what aroused her the most.
I pulled the contents of the bag out and fumbled out of my night gown
and poured out the bag full of stuff, in tears.
She knew how much it cost us to play this game. Times like this, she
had a hard time dealing with the guilt of knowing how repulsed this
little game made me.
But her fingers decided otherwise as she gutlessly avoided my gaze and
started gathering up the bag's contents. She fingered herself as she
started dressing me...
*****
I was never one to take kindly to bullying. I took my share of it in
high school - before I discovered the fine art of skipping out. Anyhow,
with a few more years under my belt, I just don't have much patience
for bullies.
In my work, I fought through all the male biased crap to become a
respected talent agent, with several of the actors and models I
represent within inches of stardom. I can smell my big break coming.
So if I wasn't going to take bullying at school or at work, I sure as
crap wasn't going to accept bullying at home, of all places. Not after
we dropped most of our savings into buying into our condo, anyway.
" This is a load of crap, " I told the condo board. " Just because one
unit has a leak, it doesn't mean that we all have to shell out for to
replace every roof in the development. "
Maxine knew better than to try to keep me quiet. She sat beside me with
a little smile, and allowed me to vent my frustration.
" If we replace one roof, " explained Rebecca Mitchell, in an icy
voice, " we have to do them all. It would look atrocious to have one
roof differ from the others. We're just not *that* kind of development.
"
" It all sounds like a money grab to me, " I continued. " Mrs. Richards
just wants a more attractive roofing material... and you don't mind a
bit, do you Rebecca ? After all, your son does the contracting work. "
There was muted gasp around the room. No one had dared question Rebecca
Mitchell about this conflict of interest before. Well, fuck 'em. There
was no way I was going to roll over and spend another five thousand
dollars just a month after moving in.
I mean, Christ, it was like everyone was just too terrified of this
woman to speak against her. I had noticed the way that the
predominantly young white couples in this community seemed to pussyfoot
around her. To tell the truth, it made me a little sick.
Why wouldn't anyone else stand with me ?
Rebecca was giving me this cold glare. Everyone else in the room seemed
to find sudden interest in wiping the lint from their pants, and
checking the polish on their shoes. I felt like... well, like suddenly
I had a big red and white target painted on my forehead.
The president of the board spoke again, with that same icy calmness
that seemed to paralyse everyone else in the neighbourhood. " Well, I'm
glad for the feedback, but maybe we should just put this to a vote now.
"
Fucking politics. I guess you sort of expect back room deals and
coercion amongst professional politicians. But I didn't really expect
it here. Hell, this witch was asking every couple in this development
to shell out thousands of dollars, just so that her friend could get a
nice new roof, and so her son could pad his pockets. I knew that some
of these couples couldn't afford it.
Paula and Mike Brooks couldn't afford it. Mike had been out of work the
last couple of months. And Paula wouldn't just let it slip by, I was
sure, but I'll be damned if they didn't raise their hands in favour of
the motion.
Just the previous day, my close friend Kristina Albertson had
complained loudly to me about the dirty workings of the condominium
board, but now that push came to shove, her hand was raised with the
others. It left Maxine and I as the only people in the room in
disagreement.
" The motion is carried, " announced Rebecca, still giving me a glare.
I stewed about it for the next week. Privately, a lot of the people in
the condo complex seemed to agree with us. I didn't really want to
start a war over this, but I got the feeling that some of the people
really wouldn't stand up to Rebecca without someone to lead the fight.
" I really do admire your courage, Crystal, " Kristina told me
conspiratorially. " Not too many people ever stand up to the condo
board the way you did last Friday. "
Kristina had been a friend of mine, from the agency, for years. In
fact, she was the one who urged us to have a look at this community. I
think she puts some effort into playing the part of the office nerd,
with glasses too big for her face, and a just-slightly-out-of-fashion
wardrobe. In reality, she was one of the best agents around, and could
negotiate circles around most anyone I know.
As much as Maxine had tried to calm me down (a relationship needs at
least *one* level head, and despite our other little problems, she was
it), I was still worked up about it. Kristina's casual attitude had me
steamed. " Well then why didn't you vote my way? All it would take is a
simple majority, and she couldn't push us around. "
" I don't think you understand. As a survival tactic, I'm careful not
to piss of Rebecca Mitchell. If you think that I play hardball, you
haven't seen anything. Some of the stories going around about her...
she lives for this kind of challenge. I'm actually surprised that she
hasn't done anything to you yet."
" Like what ? Hell, she runs the condo board, not the CIA. "
Nonetheless, most of our neighbours seemed to view it the same way.
Although they were sympathetic, they seemed to be watching with a
morbid curiosity, and were absolutely sure that Rebecca would put me
'back in line.'
*****
That evening I was still fuming over our spineless neighbours and the
whole Rebecca thing, when I saw Maxine with that look in her eye. You
know, * that * look.
I sighed and really made her suffer this time for it. I was tired of
defending myself In the outside world and here she was coming at me
from inside too? I shuddered at what our friends would say at seeing
how bizarre things had become between us. Her appetites were getting
stronger over time.
True, there were only clothes, right? Sure they don't fit, and I look
like a damned fool in them. They were just ordinary clothes. Clothes of
a high school girl, much like I had been when I met Max.
Okay.... it wasn't the JUST clothes. It's what they represent.
It was about a lie. We spent each day meticulously avoiding our past.
But in our own ways, we lived out our twisted secret. I did it in my
private writing. Max did it in this sad little sex game.
I felt like a fucking freak show parading around the bed while she
watched. Wasn't this what guys were into? Well, guys were probably into
lingerie, not some ordinary fifteen year old girl's clothes! I always
believed that living with a woman would help me escape from typical
male perversions.
But as much as I hated Maxine replaying this chapter of her life, I
could never let anyone know her * past *. What she'd done with me was
immoral, but what she'd down with Lucy was illegal, Lucy being her
student and all.
Maybe the illicit nature of their affair was the reason that Lucy was
still at the centre of Maxine's fantasy life. Why the clothes in the
bag were hers...
not mine.
I just wished that she loved me enough to not make this everything. Our
whole relationship.
I'm not Lucy, I proudly thought as I tearfully I did my hair in twin
pony tails.
*****
The next Saturday, as I tanned out by the pool, the battle between
Rebecca Mitchell and I flared up again. It both began and ended in a
matter of five minutes.
" Hello Crystal, " Rebecca Mitchell sat down beside me. The woman was
in her forties, and had two adult sons who also lived in the condo
complex. The way she strolled around the grounds, like some sort of a
queen, always picked me.
What picked me more was the way everyone just seemed to let her get
away with everything. And that look in here eyes. The look she was
giving me now was almost the same look I so often dreaded from Maxine.
Her eyes just glowed with excitement.
Mostly Rebecca's trips were just little indignities. Like the way she
forced Susan Allen to rent a garage outside of the complex so that no
one would have to look at her crappy second-hand car. Or when Paula
Brooks took some odd jobs around the complex, to help make ends meet,
Rebecca actually forced her to wear this silly little uniform to make
sure everyone *knew* that she was an *employee* now. The similarities
made me shudder, I mean the whole costume thing, although Paula's was a
real costume, not like me and Maxine's stuff. Those were just clothes,
thank god!
" You know, when you two applied to join the complex, I wasn't sure
that it would really be appropriate to welcome a couple of lesbians
into our community. Some of the other couples thought it might be
politically fashionable to have a pair of resident lesbians. Well, I
didn't argue with them. "
" How big of you. " I said masking the storm inside.
" Of course, I've had time to reconsider now. It really doesn't set a
very good example, does it ? An aberrant lifestyle is one thing if the
participants keep to themselves, and don't cause problems. It's quite
another when they begin to make waves. "
" Listen, Rebecca..." I said, my throat going dry.
" I've already listened. I listened to you at the board meeting. Yes...
I think everyone heard what you had to say. "
I sat up in my lounge chair both fearful and furious. Her attitude was
unbelievable. She just went on talking, as if I should be honoured to
be sitting with her. She was fully dressed in a smart business suit,
and despite us both sitting on lounge chairs at the pool's edge, she
made me feel like it was *me* who was dressed improperly.
" Did you know that I'm a lawyer, Crystal ?"
I froze, afraid my body language would show.
" Yeah. I think I heard that somewhere. " I coolly replied.
" It was quite an allegation you made, that I would support a
resolution, just because it benefits my son. That's almost...
...slanderous, actually. "
Danger. Hell, you'd have to live in L.A. to know how easily a frivolous
law suit can come up. There was no way I was going to let her know how
vulnerable I really was OR back down, but her words scared me
shitless. You've got to walk on egg shells when talking to lawyers in
L.A., that's for sure.
" Did you also know that I work for the district attorney's office ?"
" No, I..." hating how weak that came out.
" Hush. I was talking. As I was saying, the D.A.'s office does a lot
of investigations. There might be one that's of interest to you. "
This was almost funny. What the heck did she think she could dig up on
me ?
" New technology brings about new sorts of crimes. I began an
investigation a few days ago into on-line pornography. "
Oh shit. Lucy. It's all coming out. She knows...oh god, oh god.
" It seems that someone calling herself GlamBamMam is publishing
pornography on the internet. You wouldn't know anything about that,
would you Crystal ?"
I had to fight from laughing! Yeah, this was embarrassing as hell, but
thank GOD this was all she had! I can't believe here I was ready to -
SHEEZZZ!!! * This * was her big secret? Yeah, so I wrote erotica under
a silly name. Half my readers we're probably husbands of all my best
girlfriends, and maybe some of their wives read it too, so what ? I
felt a flood of blessed relief that me and Maxine had once again
escaped dangerous exposure, and was about to launch into my boring
defence of freedom of speech, but the queen bitch just rolled right
along...
" Yes, it seems that she writes about all sorts of naughty things. Some
of her stories include teenagers, and blackmail, and all sorts of
humiliating things. Things that go well beyond community standards.
Quite sickening really. "
I frowned, remembering some of my raunchier stories and seeing the
faces of people like Kristina flinching at my love of humiliation. It
could be tricky to explain. But I had been careful. Always used a pen
name when I posted. Sure, maybe I had let some real life information
slip out once I knew someone online, but I couldn't believe Rebecca
Mitchell had made the connection. Surely she was fishing and had only
tracked it down to this complex.
She would've already nailed me if she had proof right?
But the threat in her voice was apparent. I didn't know quite yet what
she was threatening to do. I mean, I couldn't actually be convicted of
a crime for writing this stuff, could I ?
" It would be a shame if this sort of thing became attached to your
reputation, wouldn't it ? I'm not sure you'd be able to draw many
actresses or models as clients... or at least perhaps not the kind
you're looking for. You could help in casting silly porn films, or
models for dirty magazines maybe. Does that kind of career move
interest you ?"
Rebecca was fishing for a pressure point. If frivolous litigation
didn't scare me, maybe criminal charges would. If that didn't do it,
maybe she could threaten my career. The truth was, I was more fearful
than she knew... not about what *she* could do to me, but of what
Maxine would do if she found out about my internet stories.
Some were about.....clothes.
I'd changed the names of course, but Maxine would know I'd violated an
unspoken rule between us. Silence. I needed her more than she needed
me. That's why she got away with what she did, and I couldn't risk
Maxine finding out that I'd was capable of turning personal private
details our sex life into disgusting little smut stories! Especially
where I'd lied and wrote myself as enjoying the whole thing! It would
KILL her, and me...
A long minute of silence passed between us. She was watching me with a
tight-lipped, satisfied little smile.
" What exactly do you want from me ?" I spat out.
" Not much. You know, it's a shame we got off on the wrong foot,
Crystal. I'm sure my son Eric would like to entertain you sometime. In
fact, seeing you here now, all trim and tanned beside the pool, you
seem just his type. "
" Rebecca...You're kidding -
" Call me Mrs. Mitchell... and yes, I know you're a dyke, Crystal.
It's just quite silly this whole lesbian nonsense, that's all. I've
seen Eric looking at you. I'm sure he could awaken a more natural
desire in you than your usual sordid proclivities. If you'll just take
let him take you out for dinner... then I'll forget this whole thing. "
My face was burning with anger at the NERVE!!! I flashed on tossing
this cruel monster into the pool, but I thought better of it. She did,
after all, work for the D.A.'s office.
" Go fuck yourself, you sick bitch, " I spat, instead.
Her expression didn't change. She almost, in a perverse way, seemed
pleased by my resistance. She had this air of self confidence that I
couldn't fucking stand. It was obvious she felt she'd already won, and
knew I'd come crawling back to ask her son for a fucking date!
And as crazy as it was, I couldn't say I wouldn't.
Okay, so I was a bit rattled. I remembered what Kristina had told me
about this woman. It was no wonder all the neighbours were afraid of
her. This bitch was a total psycho. But there was no where to run.
I couldn't ask Maxine to move out of this community just weeks after
moving in. Not without a damned good reason, anyhow. She would suspect
something, especially with her little secrets hounding us! She was so
squirrely and paranoid about people knowing about her thing for
younger gals, she would never accept some half-baked explanation.
Either way, I was screwed. If Rebecca blew the whistle on my stories,
not only would Maxine never trust me again, it would only be a matter
of time before the whole Thing came spilling out and people not only
crucified us for our age difference, but Maxine for the whole Lucy
thing. I knew she wasn't a pedophile (or at least, that's what I
convinced myself to believe) but as a teacher, she'd be toast, and t
would be all MY fault! What the fuck was I THINKING writing this stuff?
Talk about fucking yourself!!!
In desperation, I went to see Kristina. She had experience here, and
she's always been on my side. I just needed to know how far Rebecca
would press this thing.
" She's fucking crazy, " I told Kristina, over a glass of lemonade. "
And I just want to end this fight. Does she hold grudges for long ?"
" What did she dig up on you ?"
" Pardon me ?" I froze for the second time today, my nerves were
totally shot.
" Yesterday you were gearing up for a fight. Now you're looking for a
way out. I've seen how Rebecca Mitchell works. She must have dug up
something pretty nasty to get you this rattled. "
I felt my face go white and felt weak and light headed. So that was it.
Everyone else knew.
At the meeting they sat there, knowing exactly how crazy and dangerous
this woman was, but no one would warned me. Now they were circling to
watch how severely Rebecca would punish me for daring to speak against
her. Thank god Kristina was on my side.
No, that's not right. It's not like the others women were on Rebecca's
side.
It was just the subtle pleasure of knowing that the beast was focused
on someone else. Relief almost.
" Okay, so she has something that'll hurt me bad, " I admitted, for the
first time showing a little emotion. "I just want to know how far
she'll go with this. "
Kristina took a more sympathetic tone.
" It's not that bad, Crystal. She gets everyone eventually. She just
really loves these power games. If you play along with her, she'll get
tired of kicking you around. Honestly, she'll soon find someone else to
torture. Remember Susan Allen renting that garage, or Paula Brooks
agreeing to wear that embarrassing little uniform ?
I nodded as my face went flush remembering how the other women, myself
included, got quite a charge out of Susan having to park outside the
complex in a separate garage and walk in as people smirked, let along
poor Paula's domestic service clothes. Something about the image of our
whole complex knowing about Paula dressing up like that was strangely
arousing to me.
" Crystal, they were BOTH once in your shoes, squirming just like you!
Did everyone talk? Of course, that the point, public ridicule. But it's
over now, and the most Susan and Paula have to endure is everyone
knowing what they're willing to stoop to, that's all. Rebecca forgave
them and things are fine. "
" Just don't piss her off again. Knuckle under and give her a little
show, and you'll be fine too. "
I stared for a long time at the floor, frowning at her words.
Play along ?
I don't think Kristina had any idea of what playing along would mean to
me. It would mean going on a date with Rebecca's son. It would mean
flushing my relationship with Maxine. We were hanging my a thread as it
was.
I couldn't stand the thought of losing Maxine. I'd been with her since
I was a little fifteen year old. She was like a mother, friend, lover
and pain in the ass all rolled into one. I didn't realise,(clothes
aside), now much I really DID care until I faced actually losing her.
I fought the tears as I continued staring numbly at the ground.
If I DIDN'T do it, the whole thing would come down on us.
No, here.
I sighed, knowing I had no choice but to go along so that Rebecca would
lose her taste for blood. Maybe there was still hope that she wouldn't
discover about me being underage, or learn about Maxine and Lucy years
before me.
It's not easy for me to back away from a fight. Especially so quickly,
before I've even had my chance to get my licks in. Nonetheless, a few
minutes later, I was walking back past the pool towards Mrs. Mitchell's
condo, just sure that everyone could the shame of defeat on my face.
I had wrapped a towel around my waist when I went to Kristina's place
from the pool, but I was still wearing only my bikini top, which made
me feel a little underdressed, standing at Rebecca Mitchell's door. It
reminded me of the way her eyes had wandered over me appraisingly when
suggesting that her son, Eric, might like me.
" Oh, it's you, " she said, in mock surprise.
My face reddened. This moment was almost more than I could stand. I was
just like all the other women who lived in the complex, here to kiss
Rebecca Mitchell's ass. On some level, I was already plotting my
revenge. Someday, I'd find a way to take this bitch down.
It was so humiliating and...
made me feel like I was in high school again...
with the other girls laughing at me because I was flat-chested...
and I would just blush, and take it.
Self consciously, I folded my arms in front of me, and cleared my
throat.
" Hi Mrs. Mitchell. Um, I'm sorry about what I said by the pool..." the
shame of submission was heating my blood.
I hoped, belatedly, that Rebecca hadn't actually read much of the
stories I wrote on the internet. If she read the way my characters get
off on being abused and humiliated, she might assume I was the same
way. I also hoped that she didn't notice the way I was squirming under
her gaze.
" And..." she said, expectantly.
" And I'd really love to go out with Eric, and set things straight
between us. "
" That's a good girl, " she responded, as if praising a pet for a
trick. " I'll have Eric pick you up at seven."
There was a knot in my stomach the rest of the day. The timing wasn't
actually bad. Maxine was off on a conference for the weekend, and so I
didn't have to make an excuse for going out. My real concern was that
the neighbours might see me. I would just die if anyone guess what
price I had to pay to make peace with the queen.
And, of course, there was the risk that word would get back to Maxine
when she returned on Sunday evening.
So I spent the remainder of the afternoon in nervous anticipation. I
tried to remember if I had ever met Eric before. Of course, I knew his
older brother, Eddie, who did all of the repairs and renovations around
the community. But Eric... I couldn't connect the face to the name.
It was silly of me to get that nervous feeling that people always get
before a date. Not that I've ever had much experience dating. Maxine
and I got together when I was fifteen years old, and so I didn't ever
spend much time playing the field. Nonetheless, I got that nervous,
"what am I going to wear" feeling, like I was going on a job interview
or something.
It was silly too that I showered, and did my hair, and wore some nice
panties for the date. Fuck, that's embarrassing. Okay, so I didn't know
exactly how far Mrs. Mitchell expected me to go with her son. I hoped
that he would be nice about everything, but I still couldn't help but
think that maybe he would want to kiss a little, or do some groping or
something.
By seven, I was waiting by the window in a carefully chosen outfit,
with a sickeningly submissive feeling in the pit of my stomach. I
couldn't believe what I was willing to do to keep my secret, just
hoping that Mrs. Mitchell would eventually tire of this game.
He was late. I felt like such a fool, waiting at the window for a half
hour before he arrived. Finally, a car pulled up, and Eric honked his
horn.
This was it. As quickly as I could manage, I scrambled into his car. I
hoped that no one had seen me.
Too late, I recognized him. Fuck. This was the pig that had been
hitting on me the first day that I moved into the complex. He had been
with a couple of friends, and had made a few comments about how nice my
ass looked as I carried in moving boxes.
I had responded with a few taunts about his language and grooming
skills.
" Hi baby, you ready for our date ?"
" Uh, yeah. Let's go, " I said, betraying my nerves about being seen by
the neighbours. I hoped he didn't interpret it as enthusiasm on my part.
At around twenty, he was a couple of years younger than me. He drove a
nice sports car, no doubt paid for by his mother, and looked every bit
the spoiled son. Expensive clothing, jewellery... and now his mother
had even given him a classy girlfriend.
Fuck, I felt like a prize hog... just about to be brought in for the
slaughter.
And speaking of pork, he brought to a barbecue rib restaurant.
Wonderful. Men and meat. Just my kind of evening.
No complaints, I promised myself. Anything to get on Mrs. Mitchell's
good side... for now.
So I smiled and laughed politely while he talked like a fourteen year
old about his favourite bands and comic book characters. He seemed
totally oblivious to the fact that I had brushed him off that first day
we met. I guess he's really gotten used to having things handed to him
by his mother, and he didn't really question it anymore.
It was almost two hours before we were out of the restaurant. It was
going to take me a really long shower to wash away the smell of
cigarette smoke and animal flesh.
As for Eric, now that one appetite had been filled, he began to work on
his next one.
" Yeah, you're not bad. Mom says you used to be a lesbian or something.
Was she serious ? "
I almost choked on that. " No. Not 'used to be' - I *am* a lesbian. "
" Shit - I guess that means you make out with other chicks. Man, I'd
like to see that sometime. "
I wasn't about to offer an invitation. Eric reached one of his big
hands over and began to rub up and down the inside of my leg as he
drove. As much as it gave me the creeps, even worse was the fact that
he hadn't wiped his hands very well after the restaurant. Little
smudges of barbecue sauce were rubbing off on my legs and skirt as he
ventured further towards my crotch.
And I let him do it. I wasn't submitting to him, I had to remind
myself. This was for Mrs. Mitchell. Somehow, that made it better.
Hell, I'd rather be bested by a cruel icy bitch like Rebecca Mitchell
than a dumb jerk like her son. I'm ashamed to admit it, but some part
of this really charged up my sexual imagination. It was stuff that I
probably would have used in one of my stories, before I was caught,
that is.
Eric's big sticky fingers pushed roughly against the crotch of my
panties. I looked around to see if any of the other drivers could see
anything. This was fucking humiliating, being toyed with by this guy
while he drove around in another of his toys.
" You've got a wet one for me, dont'cha ? "
God no. It was just the white hot shame of the situation, as my
panties thankfully shielded me from his further debasing prodding! I
couldn't control myself. My embarrassment grew as I wondered if he'd
reveal this little detail to his mother. I'd never be able to look her
in the eyes again.
" Maybe... " I squeaked out, not wanting to argue.
" Unbutton your blouse, " he told me casually. " I want to see those
titties. I've had my eye on those for a while. "
Could this evening get any worse ? I considered telling him to turn
the car around right then, as his fingers across my panties seemed
less a violation than him seeing my naked breasts on this mock date!
Jesus his nerve - Not only was I being paraded around town in his
sports car as some sort of prize, but now he expected me to show him
my tits while in public. Slowly, with shaking hands, I began to
unbutton my blouse. I held it closed, careful not to reveal myself to
other drivers.
Apparently site of my bra wasn't going to be enough, so to appease him,
I timidly pulled my bra up above my breasts, and opened my blouse just
a little so that he could see. He almost swerved off the road as he
consumed the sight as I felt stupid for being proud that he liked them
this much. The prick was enjoying this little game.
" They/re okay. Not as nice as I imagined. Let me have a feel. " He
said without even the slightest hint of awareness for my feelings. I
knew he was an oaf who I wouldn't wipe my feet on under normal
circumstances, but it still hurt. I felt silly and like a depressed
high school girl , sitting there with my boobs on some bargain rack!
His free hand snaked into my blouse, marking my blouse with barbecue
sauce on its way. I just sat there dumbly while this guy squeezed my
hard nipples between his fingers, still numb from his insults and angry
at my growing passivity.
" Oh, man. This is too much. I can't wait any longer. "
He withdrew his hand from my blouse, which was a relief. The relief was
short lived. He took the opportunity to begin to unzip his jeans, and
work his cock out from his underwear.
" Come on. Take care of it for me. "
This was more than embarrassing. Even in the hours leading up the
date, I didn't expect that things would ever get this far. Now, for the
first time in my life, there was a real hard cock in front of me, and
he expected me to please him. I know that sound ridiculous, but as I
said before, Maxine and I got together when I was pretty young, and I
hadn't fooled around with guys.
I didn't have to do this, did I ?
Then I thought again about Mrs. Mitchell. That cold glare she gives.
A weird sexual chill wend down my spine. No, I didn't want to piss her
off any further.
I unfastened my seat belt and crawled up onto the seat. Somehow, I
couldn't imagine doing this in a sitting position, so I knelt there in
the passenger's seat, and brought my face down into his lap.
His cock. Okay, so I didn't have much to compare it to, but it
seemed short and thick to me. I mean, I've seen magazines and stuff,
and all the guys just seemed to have longer, thinner dicks. Or maybe
that was just a camera thing (like the camera adding ten pounds, or
something).
He groaned as I flicked him with my tongue. I was delaying putting
this thing into my mouth. The whole idea repulsed me. Not only had
Rebecca Mitchell beaten me, but now she had turned me into a cheap
hooker for her son, blowing him while he drove around town, showing off
his car.
" Hurry it up, baby, I need to cum so badly. "
His big old sticky hand buried itself in my hair as he pushed the
back of my head downwards.
So that was it. I allowed his fat cock into my mouth, and began to
suck it as best I could. I wouldn't want him telling mommy that I
didn't put in an effort. Fuck, that's twisted.
I began to bob my head up and down in his lap, hoping like hell that
no one in the cars surrounding us could see what I was doing. I choked
a couple of times as he pushed too hard against the back of my throat.
The car slowed now. Eric had pulled onto a main drag, where everyone
slowed down to check out the cars, the dance clubs, and the people. I
heard a group of guys hooting and hollering from a big truck as they
passed by.
" Way to go, buddy !" they congratulated Eric, as I continued to try
to get him off.
His breathing was getting short now, and I might not know a lot
about men, but I knew he would cum soon. Like a true gentleman, he held
my head tightly, to make sure he would cum in my mouth.
" Hey, how are you doing tonight, ladies ?" I heard Eric's voice.
The fucking prick. He was actually flirting with some women in the next
car while I prepared to swallow his seed.
It came without warning. Suddenly, my mouth was filling with his
bitter load, and I did all I could to choke it down. He continued to
push my head up and down as I took my first taste of semen.
When he finally released me, I choked and sputtered as I pulled my
head out of his lap.
I should have known better. The women that Eric had been flirting
with were still right beside us, and watched I retreated from his cock,
a thick rope of sperm and drool connecting my lower lip with his
manhood. My blouse still hung open, and my hard little nipples were
plainly visible.
I wanted to scream, ' No... I'm not just some stupid cock sucker,
who will service any guy who's mommy buys him a nice car. '
But that's what I felt like, and they could see it in my face.
And I could see something in one of their faces too. The passenger.
Recognition.
Oh, fuck. This was one of the women that Maxine worked with. I met
her at the Christmas party.
Quickly, I ducked my head back into Eric's lap. I didn't want to
give her time to place me.
" That's right, baby, " Eric cooed. " You get every last drop. "
I could hear the women from the next car laughing to themselves.
***
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