Author: Not Late Kate
Title: Living in Devin's World
Part: 5 of 7
Summary: Devin Fawkes leads a boring teenage life in the suburbs until things get out of hand with her much older neighbor.
Keywords: Mf, nc, reluc, drugs, blackmail
Chapter 5a: Devin's Nice Friends.
It was a cold in late fall on a Wednesday, the kind of day where the air is dry and breaths become visible. Devin had gone for a run, but was now curled up on Phil's couch with a book and some hot coco, waiting for him to get home. She smiled to herself imagining this as their home. Imagining him coming home to her where she'd have a nice dinner prepared, and he'd tell her how perfect she is. In the warmth of one of his sweaters surrounded by the scent of him, it was easy to fantasize about the perfect life. Her heart swelled when she heard his key in the front door lock.
"I don't keep it on a remote server, give me a sec and I'll bring the source." Phil walked in the door and headed upstairs without even seeing her. He was followed by another man.
"Yeah, just put it on a jump drive. 'preciate it," the dark skinned stranger looked over and noticed her, "I'll be down here. Hello there."
The man approached with an easy friendly smile. He was an interesting sight, that Devin didn't know what to make of him. He had perfect teeth, bright playful eyes, and perfectly quaffed hair with a feminine about of product in it to keep it perfectly masculine. He wore a skin tight black muscle shirt that clung to a well developed chest and abs, tight designer jeans, a wide white leather belt, and alligator shoes. He wore a watch on his wrist that was shiny even in the dim living room, and would certainly qualify as bling.
"I'm Anil, and who might you be?"
His smile was disarming, and very congenial. Devin decided he seemed okay. "Hi, I'm Devin."
"You went to Cal Tech too? No, couldn't be."
She looked down at the sweater she was wearing. It was one of Phil's old ones, "Oh no, it's Phil's."
"Of course, you know how I know?"
"How?"
"I would have remembered you," he gave her a playful wink. She blushed. He sat down on a seat across from her and continued, "I remember faces, I love people. But I guess that's my job now."
"Oh?"
"I throw parties for a living. It's fun work."
"Wow."
"Yeah, you know how people say, partying for a living is no fun? They say it's all a bunch of work and you don't really enjoy it?"
"Oh?"
"That's bullshit," he cracked into an even wider smile, "That's what they tell people so no one else gets in on the fun."
"Wait, so how is remembering people your job then?"
"Ooh, yeah, totally. See when you run into someone at a party and they remember your name, and they remember what drink you liked, it feels great, see you smile and you look them in the eye and you make them feel like family. That's my job, I make people happy and make sure they're having a fun time. And I love people. It's what I always wanted to do you know, just make people happy."
"Wow, that sounds, really nice."
"Isn't though? But I'm going on too long and I don't know a thing about you, Devin."
"You know my name..."
"Hah, cute, true, but tell me, what's your thing, your passion, the thing that gets you out of bed in the morning."
"Oh, uhm." Devin looked around. She suddenly felt silly for not knowing what to say. What is a good answer for this? Did she even really have a thing? "Running I guess."
"You're a runner, you got good legs then, alright."
Over Anil's should she spotted Phil coming down the steps, "Okay, I put it on the jump drive, just try it out and - oh."
Anil looked back, "You know it's funny, Phil you didn't mention you had a new girl already."
"Woah, no, it's not like that."
"Really? Just 'friends'?" Anil looked back to Devin questioning with an arched brow.
"Oh, yeah, just friends, been friends for years."
"Well, I'll be, same with Phil and me, funny how we never crossed paths."
Devin smiled and lamely replied, "Yeah..."
Phil handed him the jump drive prompting him, "So like I said, there's everything you need."
Anil's look didn't waiver from the young ingenue, "You know I didn't ask about your job but I'll tell you what, if you ever want to make a little extra money on the side, we could use a model for one of our promo shoots."
Devin's eyes gaped, "Me? Model?"
"Yeah sure, we make flyers for our parties all the time, it's fun it's flirty, you'd be a natural."
Phil interrupted again, "Yeah, I don't think that a good idea."
"Sure it would be, you'd be game for that, right Devin?"
She bit her lip, the thought did have its appeal, "I don't know..."
"Yeah, she's into it, here, it's my card, look me up on Facebook, and we'll get it set up." The card was embossed in gold foil with a silhouette of a crowd of partiers naming Anil Ahriman as CEO.
"They're not too racy, right?" she questioned.
Phil's eyes widened in horror, but Anil cut in, "Of course not, I am not a porn guy, this is about parties, all wholesome fun. Trust me you'll have a blast."
Rapidly losing control, Phil's voice took on a serious edge, "Anil, dude."
"What bro? I'm giving your friend an opportunity. We're all friends here right?"
"Yeah, it's just,-"
"Right?" he insisted again, keeping his easy smile. But Phil saw the edge in his eyes. Also the way he emphasized the word friend. It was subtle, but it was definitely there. The edge of a threat and it chilled Phil to his core.
"Maybe she isn't - I mean maybe she doesn't want to," he began to complain. But he was already backing off.
"Uhm, maybe, I'll think about it," Devin offered with a smile. She wanted to go along, and if it meant a little extra money, that'd be cool too. Plus, it was really flattering to be offered a modelling job.
"Awesome, bro, thanks for this introduction, I love meeting new people. Devin, you're a gem, if you come around, we can set it up as early as Saturday. And don't get cold feet on me," he winked. He looked back to Phil and added quietly, "I'll let you and your 'friend' hang out."
Phil escorted him out the door with his flash drive, then walked back into the living room and dropped his hands on his hips. She looked at him curiously for a moment, and got the feeling they were about to have their first fight.
"Devin," he opened up, "I- I, are you sure you want to do this, I mean you don't have to."
"Yeah sure, why not, I can do it."
"Oh I'm sure you can it's just. Well Anil's parties definitely lean more... adult, I'm just worried, you might be uncomfortable."
She peered at him oddly, "Why would I be uncomfortable around adults?"
"That's not what I mean, it's, I'm just saying it skews... to mature stuff."
"So you mean like porn? Is this guy a porn maker?" She stood firm, squaring her shoulders to him and leaning in.
"No, no, nothing like that."
"I mean, is he like some kind of bad guy?"
"No!"
"He's your friend, right, so I shouldn't have any reason to be worried, right?"
"Right, it's just."
"Okay, you know what? It sounds like fun. I'm going to do it."
"Devin..."
"Besides," she added, turning back on the charm and a smile, "you know you'll want to see pictures of me all pretty and stuff." She leaned in and gave his belly a few fake little punches and nuzzled into his chest. It wasn't really a fight at all. In fact, it was just perfect like everything else in their relationship. As his arms encircled her in their loving warmth, she felt a glow of joy that now they had a mutual friend. It seemed a small thing, but Anil seemed cool, like he'd be the kind of guy she could talk to about Phil and he'd be cool about it. Like they were all adults. It was kind of nice to not be treated like a child.
She couldn't let him know they were in love or anything like that. She wasn't stupid. But he seemed to treat her like an equal and it was kind of cool.
"Listen, Devin, I- I have a lot of work to do tonight, maybe you should go home?"
She looked up at him and nodded, "Yeah sure, okay.... I didn't do anything wrong, right?"
"No, of course not, just... be careful, okay?"
She hugged him closer, "Don't worry love, I'm not going to tell anyone about us." She then looked up at him and declared with the clear earnestness of unclouded youth, "I love you."
Though he kissed her with all the fear and anxiety of a man in the gallows, she could only sense love.
This love spell was a special kind of drunkeness that didn't seem to abate. It followed her at school, and drove her to skip out on a practice now and then. With it came a wonderful obliviousness. Even at lunch with her friends she'd space out and dream about seeing Phil again. She kind of ignored all the conversation that was going around. They even started eating lunch with a couple of boys. Bobby's friend Conner was always trying to pull her into the conversation at lunch, but neither him nor Pipers prodding could break through the spell for long.
It was just something they wouldn't understand. All the High School drama was so mundane especially in the face of love.
And employment! Her modelling job. A few times she thought about mentioning it to her friends, they'd be so jealous. Actually she really wanted to, and she almost did a few times, but when she thought about how she got it, she just wasn't sure. If she told her friends that Phil got her this modeling gig, why wouldn't they try to meet him and get one too. As much as she knew Phil loved her and wouldn't fall for Piper or anything like that, it was more that she didn't want the digging too deep. If they know about the two of them, it'd be bad. She couldn't betray Phil like that.
On Friday, Sarah caught up to Piper and Devin in the hall, as normal. But this time, she didn't start chatting with Piper right away.
"So, D, what's the deal with Conner?"
"Uhm, nothing?" She sputtered a laugh nervously.
"Yeah, that's what I heard, you totally blew him off huh?"
"Well, no er- I guess..."
Sarah echoed her back in a teasing tone, "Well, uhm no er uhm yeah, which is it?"
Though the tone was playful teasing the look in her eyes and Piper's concern told a much more menacing tale.
"Yeah, I guess yeah."
"Really, wow, he wasn't book enough for you? You have to let me know because I am trying my best to help you out, but you are-" looking her over, "not giving me a lot to work with here."
"Sarah, maybe this-"
"No Piper, I think someone needs to hit her up true already."
"What- what's this?"
"No seriously, let me know, if you're playin' for the other team, I can set you up- just let me know who you wanna scissor with, I'll set you up."
This time Piper didn't step in to defend, paralyzed by her own desire to be both supportive and accepting.
Devin looked from one to the other, "Really? Wow, just no, whatever."
"That's a shame, cause you know, being gay can be cool, we'd all support you coming out and all."
"Whatevs," Devin had had enough, and put her ear buds in.
"What is wrong with you? Seriously, when did you become a stuck up bitch?"
"What? What are you talking about."
"D, I wanna know, at what point you decided to stop coming out with us, you never text or call, I never even see you on Facebook, you're just gone."
"Oh right cause I didn't post on your wall now I am a carpet muncher."
"Jeez, even when you are here it's like you're not even listening, you know what, you're just a loser, D, always been. No one knows why Piper still tries with you. She a saint, and you're a fucking charity case. Fuck, I even begged my boyfriend to get one of his buddies to talk to you, cause nobody else does, and you blew him off. And, oh by the way, I have a boyfriend, did you know that? BFF?"
"Yeah I.."
"Yeah? Then tell me his name."
Devin drew a blank, and a quick look around revealed a whole lot of eyes on her for this dressing down.
"No, don't help her, Piper, she doesn't even know. D, you don't have a boyfriend, you don't talk to anyone, you don't really have any friends left because you ignore everyone. You are a loser."
"That's enough," Piper cut in.
"Yeah, know what, I'm done," Sarah stormed off.
Devin looked at Piper confused, "What the actual fuck?"
Piper shook her head, "You know, I really want to help but. You don't talk to us anymore. I- I don't know what is going on with you but... I need to fix this. When you're ready to let us back in, come find me."
Piper headed off after Sarah, and suddenly Devin felt very alone. She looked down to her notebook where she'd scribbled a stylized PK and shook off her loneliness. It was fine. She was loved. This was just High School drama, and she was above that now. She smiled and thought of Phil.
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Chapter 5b: Devin's Second Mister!
Saturday came and Devin was out the door by noon after chores. Saturday promised to be a big day. It would be the start of her modelling career, thanks to Phil's buddy Anil. The photo shoot wasn't supposed to be for three more hours, but she didn't have a car and couldn't really ask her mom to drive her there. So she figured out a series of bus transfers to get her there and set off.
The passengers on the buses seemed to get seedier as she got closer to her destination. When she got to her stop, the map looked right, but it seemed more like a kind of place for a factory, not some glamourous studio. It was in some kind of industrial park (whatever that means). All the doors to places looked the same. The door to A-Rhythm Party Productions was familiar though. The same silhouette of partiers as on the business card.
"Hello?" she asked into the dark antechamber.
A tall blonde woman looked up from a fashion magazine of some kind, "Hi, are you the model for the next shoot? Devin, right?" She was portly, but very glamourous in hair style and fashionable attire with an off the shoulder flowing blouse and slacks.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Wow, you're a tiny little thing aren't you, bless your heart. I'm Abigail Preston, I'll be doing I'll be doing your makeup. My husband's the photographer, come with me."
Devin suddenly felt a lot better. This was a totally legit thing, with a real photographer and make up artist and everything. When she walked into the main room, she lit up even more. While the antechamber was dark and quiet, the main room was bright, lit up by a glass ceiling that let natural light pour into the atrium. It was bright and beautiful, full of plants and cool scupltures. Toward the back there was another open area that was shaded from the light there there were a variety to backdrops. A white area and a green area were both set up with plenty of lighting and some bustle of activity with random guys working on lights. Abigail's husband, Roger, regarded her for a moment after the introductions.
"Models get younger every year huh?"
"Oh stop," his wife admonished him.
"Devin! Great to see you again!" Anil's happy voice boomed through the air and his 1000 Watt smile beamed. "Roger, didn't I tell you she's a peach, this is great."
"What agency she from?"
"Oh no, she's freelance."
Roger seemed nonplussed. "Hmph. Amateur?"
"Trust me, she'll be great," he looked to Devin, seeing her apprehension, "You'll be great."
"Aniiiiiiil!" a pair of sing song voices rang out from behind them as two very pretty and very buxom women sauntered in wearing day-glo boy shorts and tube tops.
"We need some party favors for tonight."
"Yeah, you totally promised you'd hook us up."
"Ladies, ladies, we're about to start a shoot," Anil protested with a smile.
Roger shook his head and muttered to his wife, "Glad this guy pays in cash."
"But Aniiiiiiil!" they whined.
Devin watched as Anil's smile grew big, and then with a wave of his hand a baggie appeared with a couple of pink pills, "Who's your daddy."
They squealed in delight and grabbed the bag and headed off.
"Was that drugs?" Devin asked, mostly letting her inner voice slip out rather than actually asking.
"No babe, those are just party favors. Fun times, none of the hard stuff. Before you ask, no, you're not getting any, that's for party time, this is work time." He winked at her.
Devin looked up and noticed another figure, a man in a suit in the background. He was silent and still, and she couldn't tell if he was looking, but unlike everyone else who seemed to be working, he was just standing.
Roger interrupted, "First let's get some baseline shots."
In a flash, Devin was a model. First they took some shots with her street clothes. Not a lot, just enough for the lighting guys to figure some stuff out. Then Anil sent her off for a costume change and makeup.
"Where's the dressing room?"
"Right over there," he waived. It wasn't so much a room as a corner where they had some racks of clothes and a couple seats and mirrors for make-up. Not wanting to make a fuss, she headed over there with Abby.
"Don't you worry about the boys, they see plenty all the time, they won't give you any trouble," she added. Devin smiled in response. If there was any worry, she could hide behind a rack of clothes, she guessed.
The first outfit was simple, a white tank top with a frayed bottom, showing off her mid riff and blue daisy dukes. Devin stripped off her top and picked up the tank top with uncertainty. She was sure that if she wore the tank top without a bra her nipples would be poking straight through the thin material. But there wasn't a bra provided, and certainly not one that gave her a little extra padding. So she kept he bra on and put it over top, hoping that'd be okay. Abby spent a little time on her face, then asked her to stand up and turn around. Confused Devin did, then felt tickle of the makeup brush on the back of her thigh.
"Hey! Heh he he," she giggled a protest, "That tickles!"
"Just give me a couple seconds, you got a tan-line here, and I'm pretty sure they'll want it blended."
Devin would have been freaking out about the brush as it ran back and forth along her smooth skin right near her bottom and crotch. But it was fine, cause it was a woman, and she was a pro.
"She ready?"
"Yup, all yours!"
She walked into the light of the photo area with the white backdrop and waited.
"Alright, smile. Great, now lean forward a bit. A little more. Now give me a smirk. Put your finger on your lip. Good." He paused after a few more flashes. "Hold on."
"Let's change it up," Roger announced.
"What's wrong?" Anil asked.
"Not much on top, a flat chest doesn't say party time." Roger said.
"She's cute though," Anil protested.
"Cute sure, I could shoot a PSA, but no tits ain't going to sell no tickets."
Though they were talking to each other she could hear them plain as day and her heart was sinking.
Roger was suddenly walking at her with a stool in hand, "Hey, cutie, you're a runner right? Do me a favor and turn sideways. Great now lean on this." He set the stool off to the side of her. "Great now bend over some more."
"See, she's got a great ass."
"Good legs too, alright, honey, bend over and stick that ass out. Good, spread your legs a little bit. Shoulder width. Good, little more. Great. Cock your hips to the side. Keep those legs straight."
The camera flashed and clicks kept coming along with orders.
"Stick that ass out. Arch your back," Roger's voice just seemed to be in constant annoyance, "Purse your lips. Give me sexy. No, that's comic, I want sexy."
"Devin, sweety," Anil's sweet and kind voice called out from behind the flashing lights, "Pretend that Phil is right behind you."
She blushed, "I don't."
"Just do it, imagine him right there, smacking that ass."
Her blush turned fierce red, but she did as she was told and pictured him behind her, hands on her but, hand on her back, maybe even pulling her hair. Her thoughts went to naughty places.
"Coy I like that. Nice, good, nice curves, yes, own this, wiggle that little bottom. There you are. Now get on the ground, legs up in the air. Good, kick your feet slowly, nice. Now roll over onto your tummy, very sweet. Pretend you're back in college and you're studying. Nice. Now on your knees and think sexy. No, that's not it. Turn around, now look back. Good, run your fingers through your hair. Good better. Smack your ass. Stop, leave your hand there, good."
He ran her though a whole load of different positions but ultimately kept turning her away from the camera.
"We're done," Roger said to Anil.
"What that's just the first outfit."
"Yeah, but she doesn't have the tits to fill out the others, and frankly you don't want to use her face, she looks fifteen. But that ass, yeah that'll work, I bet we got some primo shots there. Trust me, I'm saving you money on this."
Anil replied, "Alright, look, let's just get some of the other girls through, and if we have time we'll try some of the other shots, cool?"
Devin was a disheartened, and even more so when she saw the next model. She was a latina with huge tits that strained against the tanktop. Devin looked down at her own chest and crossed her arms over herself as Anil led her back to the barstools.
"Did I do okay?"
"Oh yeah, babe, we just have a full schedule, and Roger can be a little bit of a prick. But he knows the camera, so I gotta keep him around."
"I head that, asshole," Roger called back.
"I know you did, prick," Anil replied, "Don't worry honey, this is how we talk to each other. Same old same old. You're done for now, so just hang out here if you want to watch, grab a soda if you want one, there's a TV room upstairs if you want to chill, mi casa es su casa. Did you park out front?"
"I took the bus."
"Oh, huh, okay, when we get done, I'll make sure you get a ride home. No buses for my models." He winked at her, and she suddenly felt special again.
Devin watched the models, wondering how much she was going to get paid. She realized she never really discussed it with him. Still, he seemed so rich he'd surely pay her very well, much more than she'd make anywhere else.
So she poured herself a coke from the fountain and watched Roger be a prick to the other girls.
Meanwhile the man in the suit was staring at Devin intently. He licked his lips and smiled. Anil was surprised to get pulled away from the shoot to go talk to him. While the shoot was going Devin vaguely registered that they were having a discussion of some kind. Anil got kind of animated, and that's when she looked over.
"Seven thousand," she heard the man say.
Anil kept talking and was gesturing a lot with his hands.
The man in the suit seemed to turn his gaze in her direction from across the room. Anil looked back too, so she looked away.
About an hour and a half later, Roger was packing up the equipment. Devin guessed correctly that she wasn't going to do any more modelling. While she waited patiently for Anil to come back, she chatted with some of the other models. They seemed nice and were really cool. She'd changed back into her street clothes so they didn't think she was one of them but they were just friendly and griping about how boring the down time can be and chatting about the last party and the next one. They went by Fawn and Roxy, though Devin assumed those weren't their real names. It didn't matter much, they made her feel welcome and it was nice to just be one of the girls, especially when they were so pretty.
Anil didn't forget her and his ever present smile of warmth beamed right through as he approached the three of them. "Ladies, change of plans and good news. Looks like we're going to throw a little private party right here tonight. I got a lights guys I'm auditioning for the next laser show and I've got plenty of tunes. Plus some friends of mine, good friends, top notch friends are going to swing by. You are all welcome to stay, my invitation."
Fawn responded first, "This isn't a working party is it?"
"No, this is play time, you can unwind anyway you want."
She smiled, "Alright I'm game."
Roxy had just pulled off her photoshoot top, leaving her huge breasts jostling as she pulled her shirt inside out, "Party time huh? A-listers? I'll grab some dinner and be back."
"Devin, you in?"
She shrugged unsure of what to say. "Maybe I should go home..."
"Oh? Yeah, yeah sure, tell you what, let me take care of some business here, and I'll get your money and then I'll get you a ride home, good?"
Fawn interjected, "Hey, it's payday, momma needs the rent."
"I got you covered, let me do my thing."
Then he was gone again. He disappeared into a back room.
Devin sighed as he went off. Clearly, he was busy, and it would be nice to be paid so she went upstairs to find the TV room. What a TV room it was. The screen was at least 6 feet wide, and there was a giant circular couch that she plopped on. The remote was more of a tablet than a remote control and it took some figuring just to get the darn thing on. When she did get it on, she realized the whole room was wired for sound as the room came alive around her.
"Cool."
Having nothing better to do, she switched to HBO and started watching a movie about midway through.
When she woke up the movie was different, and she looked around. She checked her phone to see that it was around 10:30. 'Holy shit, I'm late - oh shit!'
She ran downstairs, frantic to find Anil. The warehouse had taken a whole other feel with the darkness of night and moonlight mixed with club style lighting. It seemed like Anil's business was practically a club itself.
"There she is, perfect timing," Anil smiled.
There were a lot more people around now, and she felt decidedly underdressed compared to high fashion club attired women and men all around her. She felt tiny, even though her long lanky limbs kept her from being the shortest by far.
He handed a couple envelopes to the two girls who'd modelled before. "And these are for today," he handed an envelop to each of the girls and one to Devin, "Along with a little bonus."
"Hey," Roxy added, "Where's my bonus?"
"It's not in your envelope, oh my bad, here," he produced another little baggy with a pink pill. "See, I take care of my girls."
Devin looked down at the envelop, then gaped as she counted out 4 fifty dollar bills. 'Holy shit two hundred dollars?' She looked at Anil in shock as though maybe he'd counted wrong and clutched the envelope to her chest.
He looked back to Devin, "Now I know what you're thinking, you're hungry right?"
"Well, yeah, but I really-"
"Don't worry, I already had some food delivered, just head over there and grab some food, eat all you like it's a party."
"Okay, but then can I get a ride?"
"Sure let me set that up."
Devin headed over to get some food and Fawn cornered her, "Hey, it looks like Anil's giving you the full court press."
"Huh?" she replied with a mouthful of food.
"Isn't it obvious? He wants you to stay for the party. I bet you anything he's not working on getting a ride for you."
"No... really?"
"Yeah, you might as well get comfy, cause you're going to have a wild night."
"It's... safe right?"
"What?"
"I mean, it's okay to- uhm, what I mean is-"
"Alright, I can't stand it, how old are you kid?"
Devin paused, "Eighteen."
"Shit, well, at least you're legal. Look, we're models, we're in our prime, the world is ours there are plenty of guys with tons of money and they don't know how to hang onto it. Just don't do anything stupid okay? Go put on one of the modelling outfits, there's a primo pink mini dress in their that'll fit you. Go with the flow, be cool, have fun, and if someone gets too creepy, you go to Anil. 'Kay? He's always been good to me."
Devin nodded.
Fawn grinned as she took her pill, out of the baggie. "Now it's party time."
Devin bit her lip. Maybe Phil was right. Maybe she shouldn't have come. She could call him, and he'd come get her, she knew it. Except she hadn't told him she was coming tonight. She said she'd do it, but she hadn't told him before she'd come. Would he be mad at her for not telling him? Would she have to admit that she was right? No, she could handle this. It's just that her nerves were gnawing at her stomach. The music was starting, people were starting to dance.
Devin hid herself behind a rack of clothes in the corner and pulled out the pink mini dress. Her fingers pulled the dollars out of the envelope and hid the money in the pocket of her hoodie. But emptying the envelope she noticed there was something else in there. A little baggie with a pink pill. She looked around to make sure no one could see her.
'He must have meant that for Roxy...' she gulped. She knew she was on the verge of a bad idea. She looked at the pill in her fingers. 'I should go home. This is a bad idea.'
And yet...
She rolled it around in her fingers, the pink color rubbing off on her fingers. 'Maybe I could have fun?' She knew her stomach was in knots from anxiety, she was worrying about getting home and getting in trouble. But then again, she could also party with the cool models and the rich guys. Also, maybe Phil would show up. Wouldn't that be awesome? What if he was one of the friends. 'He has plenty of money, right?'
Then she thought about her friends. Hah, what friends? They didn't care. They made it clear what they thought of her. Sarah thought she was a lesbian. They didn't know anything about her. But you know who did? Phil, Anil, Roxy, Fawn, all of them. These people were her new friends. And they were WAY cooler than her old ones.
Maybe she could be high and no worries and have a fun night with everybody. Plus, Fawn was really nice, she'd look out for her. Maybe she could?
In a back room, Anil was watching Devin though a closed circuit camera intently. He knew she had the pill and knew what he wanted to happen. It wasn't planned, he wasn't diabolical. Well, maybe it was a little planned. He did give her the wrong envelope on purpose. But it was her decision, and he never explicitly gave her the pill. Besides, ten thousand dollars was a lot of money and he had an ace in the hole to keep her quiet if she wanted to start any trouble. Good old Phil. He smiled as he saw her put it in her mouth and thumbed out a text.
> package will be ready in an hour and a half
> use protection - nonnegotiable.
< Deal
She had no idea what was in that pill but after about twenty minutes, she didn't care anymore. She felt great! She felt alive! The music was humming in her head and in her heart, the light show was awesome!
Devin got out into the dance floor and danced to the music with total abandon. Everyone was smiling and everything was way happy! She danced with a few different girls, and some guys grinded up on her too, and it was cool. Actually it was awesome.
Fawn came up behind her and started massaging her shoulders and it felt soooooo goooood. 'Is this what heaven feels like? I bet this is what heaven feels like.'
She danced to the music of heaven where god was a dj, or the dj was a god, and the music was gospel and joy and bubblegum.
She was plastered with sweat when she ran into Anil on the dance floor and she gave him a big bear hug, "Oh my god this is the awesomest party ever, thank you thank you thank you..."
She kept giving him thank you's while he smiled and laughed, "Hey, you didn't have anything to drink, right?"
She made a sober face, realizing he didn't know she was high. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and said, "Nope, I am totally fine."
He laughed and said, "Come with me," and took her by the hand. She followed, if only because physical contact felt so good. He led her upstairs to one of the bedrooms and cracked open a bottle of water.
"Here drink this," he said offering her the water. She did as he asked and the bottle was gone before she knew it. "See, I am looking out for you."
"But I wanna go party."
"Yeah you do, but check this out. Let me show you what's even more awesome than dancing," he turned her around and started massaging her shoulders.
"Ooooohh... wow."
"How do you feel?"
"Soooo good."
"Alright, now watch this," he reached over to a remote control and hit a switch. The lights went dark and a strobe of lights started shining like a disco ball.
"Woah..."
"Now just lie back and enjoy the show."
The lights were so pretty, almost hypnotic, and the feeling of the sheets on her skin was so fluffy and comfy. Everything was perfect. She looked at him and asked matter of factly, "Are you going to fuck me now?"
He chuckled, "What? No, I'm taking care of you baby. We're just friends, like Phil."
She giggled, "Phil is awesome. I love him."
"Oh yeah? That's cool, he's a good fuck huh?"
She giggles, "Naughty, I'm not supposed to tell."
"It's cool, were friends, and I look out for you. Right? You can trust me. I'm Phil's friend." He started running his hands along her legs and it felt sooooo squirmy good.
"Yeah, I love him soooo much. Is he coming tonight?"
"Yeah, maybe, maybe."
"Wow," she gaped, "I bet if he fucked me right now it'd be the best ever."
He grinned, "Yeah, I bet. Listen diva, I'm going to go, you do me a favor and chill out here, and watch the pretty lights and have a great little time, kay?"
"Okay." The door closed and Devin let her mind wander in a morass of sensation.
Just outside, Anil walked up to a man in a suit and handed him a key. "Wait, fifteen minutes before you go and remember our deal."
"Your discretion is appreciated."
Devin's mind was lost in a haze of drug high and pretty lights when the door opened a little while later. Devin idly wondered if Anil changed his mind about fucking her. She wasn't a slut, but right now, she felt like it'd be amazing. She saw the man in front of her and her heart stopped a moment, "Huh, wha?"
A man in a suit wearing a mask like from an Elizabethan masquerade was standing in front of her, though she mostly just saw the mask amongst the swirl of twinkling lights.
"Hello little moppet. No don't get up, please." He placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her back down to the bed.
"Pretty pretty little moppet," he droned, and she would have said something except that his hands were starting to wander all over her body and it felt sooo amazing. "Yes, just lie back little girl, I have such wonderful pleasures for you."
His hands ran up and down her arms then pulled the straps of her mini dress off her shoulders. She would have complained but his hand running along her collarbone and neck gave her such wonderful chills. The dress peeled of her body down to her waist, pinning her elbows to her hips, but she did not resist. Her small breasts now bared before the masked man elicited and approving mutter before his golden perfect hands began to tease her body.
"Oh, oooh wow," she gasped as sparks of pleasure jolted through her. An errant though flit through her mind, 'get ready for a wild night'.
Out of the confines of the padded bra and pink dress, her breast rose as small mounds with nipples spiking skyward. Their swell was small with tight warm skin as smooth as silk and pliant to his touch. To his eyes, they were the most precious expanses of nubile flesh he'd seen. He knew from the moment he saw the young girl modelling, he had to have her, to taste her. He was not a man accustomed to waiting for his desires, and he did not have to again.
"So young, so perfect," he groaned, "what lovely dreams we'll share tonight, little moppet."
Her lips parted, glistening with moisture. For a moment, she opened her eyes to see the whirling lights and the mask floating above her. It felt so good, part of her wanted the touch, but she knew the wrongness of it.
"Wait, no, I don't.." Her words caught in her throat, overwhelmed by the sensory stimulus as the mask descended on her neck and new lips began a passionate worship of her skin. Fingers sparkled along her scalp as she felt herself lifted to his kisses. She meant to stop him, she really did, but it felt so amazing that words fled. Pinned and bound the tightness of her dress began to loosen with the quiet warning of a zipper. "Stop," she mewled.
"So reluctant to the touch, and yet," his fingers traced circles along her thighs.
She knew she should stop it, she should cover her pussy so he couldn't touch her. She should cover her naked breasts that quivered in delight. So many things that should be done, yet in the moment, gravity had too much a pull on her. His hands hiked up her dress to her hips and gravity pulled her legs apart. Only a pair of white panties protected her modesty from this alien intrusion.
His fingers continued to tease the soft supple flesh of her thighs, wiping the dew of sweat from her previous dancing down to the subtle divots of flesh where her well trained legs met her perhaps untouched pelvis. His hand expanded and reached further up toward her femininity setting of alarms in her head.
She cupped herself protectively with one hand, even though her spread legs looked like an invitation.
"So modest, so delightful," his voice teased. Undeterred by her fingers, he covered her hand with his own and then magic.
"Ooooooh..." she could not have imagined the joy of it, but her own fingers touching her hot, puffy pussy lips crested in waves of pleasure. Any thoughts of resistance fell away as her cunt drenched those white panties in slick love juices.
Her eyes rolled up and unfocused, her body overcome with rapture. The fingers, they were honest, they gave her pleasure beyond measure. More, more was the call of her heart. More, when she squeezed her cunt. His lips were on her nipples, licking them with luscious lashes of lust. She felt liquid, oozy, gushy, wonderful.
Fingers probed inside, and she bit her lip, "You've been tasted before, moppet. Not so innocent then. More of a nymph. And you love the pleasure don't you."
She gaped at the mask and nodded reflexively. It was true, she loved these crazy sensations, they felt so good.
"You want more, don't you?"
Of course she wanted more. Even the stretch of the fabric pulling against her skin felt delicious as her dress was stripped from her body. She felt so hot anyway and hands felt so good it almost didn't matter that she was completely naked. Everything felt like a squishy hot dream, her skin was a fever of need and every touch was an invitation to ecstasy.
"You want to be fucked, don't you?"
He was over her, above her, enveloping her. This dark figure was terrifying and hypnotizing, and his words pressed on her. "You want to fuck..."
She felt a tip of hardness slick against her naked defenseless quivering lips. The rubber wrapped intruder pressed against her lips and stalled.
"Ouch!" she yelped.
Even wet as she was, it was different. It was bigger, it was dry, but it was insistent, thrusting again and again, getting wetter from her juices and seemingly harder every time she yelped. Finally, it broke though and thrust inside, all the way. The sense of fullness stretched her body through her mind. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs latched on to him.
It was beyond dreams. She wondered if she would pass out as a mixture of pain and ecstasy leaked a tear from her eyes. The slick fullness of his manhood was inside her, claiming her, possessing her, and she reveled in the shock of it.
His words still echoed, repeated over again, at their insistence she replied. "Yes, oh god... yes, fuck. Fuck.. fuck me."
His pelvis slammed into her but she did not protest, she just let him know her pleasure with the unfocused groan of passion escaping her lips. Devin's eyes were wide and glassy, her mouth gaped, and her vision went gray then back to bursting technicolor of lights and sensation. "Fuck me! So good!"
Her words became babbling and she lost coherence. Hands, lips, teeth nibbling, cock deep, hips thrusting, everything a blur of orgiastic bliss. 'What the fuck, if this was drugs are like, then oh my god I want more!'
Then she was lying in the bed, panting, drenched in sweat. The mask was floating away and the world went dark.