I've heard that penet has somehow managed to allow part 3/3 of the story
through, but not parts 1 or 2, so I'm posting again.....Damn.  Please read
this section first....
This is my first posting to alt.sex.stories and I'd very much welcome
feedback; I'm esp. interested in hearing if you find that the characters
ring true.  I've worked on this story on and off for over a year now, so a
tad more thought has gone into its preparation than your average post, I'd
say, and I hope you'll find that the story really builds and builds in
psychological intensity.  Unfortunately, my site does not carry a.s.s., so
please respond directly by e-mail.  I will have a friend monitoring this
group and a.s.s.d for me as well, though.
Oh, a disclaimer: those familiar with overseas Korean communities will know
that a) Grace happens to be a common name therein, and b) the last name Kim
covers approximately 25% of the Korean population.  I'm sure there are many
real life Grace Kims out there; in no way is the female protagonist meant
to represent any of them.
Dispensation of Grace
by Horangi
As I was heading into the final stages of finishing up my PhD, I received -
quite unexpectedly - a job offer from a large university in California that
shall remain nameless.  It was a very tempting first position but the
appointment was only for one year;  I wasn't sure I wanted it to interrupt
my research and it meant having to be separated for several months from my
fiancee, whom I was living with.  Still, after mulling it over carefully I
decided I'd be foolish to pass up the opportunity.  My fiancee, who had a
good job, stayed behind on the East Coast while I headed off.
One of my teaching duties for the spring semester was to take over the
second half of a year-long interdisciplinary course on gender & sexuality
from psychological and anthropological perspectives.  A colleague from the
psych department had handled the first semester and I was set to take the
anthropological section.  I took the class roll with me to the first
session I was teaching, since I wanted to become familiar with my students'
names as soon as possible.   I was especially struck by a beautiful young
woman sitting in the second row.  She was dressed plainly - glasses, hair
up in bun, no make-up, jeans and a UC Santa Barbara sweatshirt, but her
exquisite features left no doubt about her extraordinary beauty.  From her
face and her name - Grace Kim - it was clear enough that she was
Korean-American.  I paused after I called off her name and our eyes met
briefly.  Now, *she* is remarkably attractive, I thought, and then went on
to the next name on the list.
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The teaching was going well, and I was certainly enjoying living in
California, but I missed being with women generally  and my fiancee
specifically.  And this longing was not helped by the, to me, absolutely
enormous numbers of gorgeous women who happened to inhabit campus ("Toto,
we're not in New Haven anymore," I often found myself thinking...). Regular
phone calls to Helen did nothing to alleviate the problem, either.  A
typical exchange:
"Hon, I've just been incredibly horny without you."
"Well, that's a surprise."  Amusement and obvious irony from the other end
of the line.  My SO has more than once accused me of being a satyr.
"Actually, I've been feeling kinda on edge today too."
"Shall we do something about it?"
"Yeah, hold on, let me get the doctor...." (This was our pet name for her
vibrator.)
And the two of us would talk as hotly as we could to one another,
describing in very explicit detail what we wanted to do to one another,
trying to see who could make the other come first.  After that, we'd talk a
little more, assuring each other how much we missed and loved one another
and then I'd let her, with the three hour time difference, drift off to
sleep.
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The university where I was teaching is very close to a big city that has a
substantial red-light district.   At some places they advertise booths
where you can speak to "Live Nude Girls!!!!" (What, did some people want to
speak to "Dead Nude Girls!!!!"?)  I'd gone in to the city to run some
errands, and when I found myself near the area, out of a mixture of
curiosity and horniness, I went into one of these establishments.
"So, what's the procedure here?" I asked the hulking guy who served as
bouncer and dispenser of change to men who were going off to the video
booths.
"Aw, each booth has a phone and a one way mirror behind a screen.  You just
go into a booth, put your money in the slot and the screen'll lift on your
side.  You can see the girls, but they can't see you.  The more you tip,
the better the show you get."
"Do I get to see the women before I decide whether I want to do it or not?"
"No, sorry, buddy, you pay your money and you take your chances.  But hey -
they're all good-looking - we'd lose business if they were dogs."  I was
dubious, but figured what the hell, I'd give it a shot once.  At $20 for 12
minutes plus "tips" (and I wasn't sure how much I'd be expected to lay
out), it struck me as a bit expensive, but fortunately I had just gone to
an ATM and had a reasonable amount of cash on me.
I went in to the booth area.   There was little indication of whom I'd find
in each booth - just a card inserted into the name plate: "Harley,"
"Vanity" and  "Kitty." The name "Harley" was too abrasive for me, and who
the hell would really want to deal with a woman named "Vanity," anyway?  I
decided to go into Kitty's booth.  There was a chair, a phone, a kleenex
dispenser, and a waste paper basket in the small cubicle.  A slot for money
was installed on the wall below a screened pane of glass.  I inserted a $20
bill and the screen lifted.  To my surprise, I saw an extremely pretty
Asian woman with longish hair in a very sexy white lace bra and panties,
reclining on a cushion.  Well, that's a bargain I hadn't counted on. And
then I did a double take.  Jesus Fucking Christ.  Grace?....She wasn't
wearing any glasses and her hair was down, but it was unmistakeably her.
I immediately felt an intense wave of arousal and panic.  Shit, does she
recognize me too?  But then I remembered the glass was mirrored from her
side and I felt the pounding in my heart begin to subside.  I was left,
though, with incredible horniness, and my cock immediately sprang to
attention.  I picked up the phone from the wall of the booth and reached
down to unzip my pants and grab my already risen erection with the other
hand, as I saw Grace move to pick up the phone on her side.
"Hi!  How are you doing today?"  she said.  Friendly and relaxed, a big
smile on her face.
Oh, shit - my voice.  She still might be able to recognize that.
Fortunately, I've done a lot of acting and I'm not too bad as a mimic. I
just tried to put myself in the mind of a character I've played and created
a slight difference in my voice, just enough so that I don't think someone
would've been able to tell that it was me.
"Hi!" I said, trying to sound equally friendly and relaxed, although my
hand holding the phone was trembling wildly.   "You are absolutely
gorgeous!"  I enthused, saying only what had crossed my mind every single
day I taught her in class.  I was trying to be polite and not really sure
what was typical of an encounter like this.  I looked closely at her body
through the glass.  We were literally only about two feet from one another,
just separated by this one way mirror.  Her skin was flawless and the
push-up bra she was wearing suggested that her breasts were quite a bit
larger than I would've suspected from the sweatshirts and other loose
clothing I'd seen her in.  They weren't huge by any means, but she probably
was a large B or even a C cup, and her cleavage looked extremely enticing.
I stared down to her navel.  Her stomach was smooth, trim and perfect, and
her slim waist led beautifully to her panty-clad crotch and wonderfully
firm, tan legs.  She was much more curvaceous than many Asian women.  But
what struck me again was how beautiful her face was.  Without the glasses
her gorgeous eyes and high cheekbones were even more striking.  "Seriously,
you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."  I tried to make
the compliment sound every bit as sincere as I meant it to be.
"Thank you!"  She sounded genuinely flattered.  "Would you like to see more?"
"Absolutely."
She tapped on the glass by the money slot.  "How about a tip?  Sorry to be
mercenary, but...."
"Huh?  Oh yeah, of course."  I fumbled in my wallet and then shoved a $5
bill through the slot.  She got up from her reclining position and came
forward on her knees.  She reached behind her and unclasped her bra and
then left it like that for a moment, her breasts springing slightly free
and the sides of them coming into view.  Then slowly - very, very slowly,
she pulled the bra away from the front of her breasts.  I gasped when I saw
them fully revealed.  They were perfection itself.  She had firm, gorgeous
nipples, which she reached up to pull on with her thumb and forefinger.  I
released my cock to make sure I didn't come too soon.  Usually I find it
very easy to maintain control, but my pulse was racing so fast, I thought I
would faint.
"Uhh...how about turning around so I can see you from behind?"
"Okay." She faced away from me and I admired the way her long black hair
cascaded over her back.  The whiteness of her panties set off her lovely
skin and emphasised her slender waist and the curve of her ass.  First she
pulled the panties tight across her butt and then drew them into the crack
of her ass, before pulling them down teasingly.
"Do you like it?" she giggled into the phone.
"You have the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen.   Honestly."
"Yeah, I guess I've been told it's one of my sexiest features."  She took
her panties down most of the way but she didn't pull them off over her
thighs, and now her pussy came into view.  This was too fucking much for me
- the knowledge that the demure (I had thought) woman in my class was
unknowingly (in a manner of speaking) but eagerly exposing her cunt to
me.....
"Do you like my pussy?  Go ahead, talk to dirty to me.  Believe me, I enjoy
hot talk a lot - otherwise I wouldn't be here."
I hesitated briefly and then started, "Yes, I love the way your pussy
looks.   Why don't you go and spread your cunt lips wide apart for me so I
can get a really good look at you?"  Being able to say that to her was
somewhat beyond mind-blowing to me.  "Show me how you play with your clit."
"Mmm, I thought you'd never ask."  There was no way I was imagining it.
Grace was visibly wet and the way she moved her  fingers vigorously back
and forth over her clit confirmed that she was feeling every bit as horny
as I was.  Well, no, I guess that's not possible.  But she did look
extremely horny.
"Do you like having a girl put on a pussy show for you?" Her tone was very
coy, girlish and sexy.  (At moments it seemed as though she was a mind
reader - she seemed to know everything I wanted to hear...although it's
probably not hard to learn to play up to a customer in a situation like
this, I guess, and I doubt I was atypical.)
"Hell, yes, especially one as pretty as you."
"So, do Asian women turn you on?"
"Definitely, especially Korean women.  I think they're the most gorgeous
women in the world by far."
A quizzical looked passed over her face.  "How did you know I was Korean?"
Oops.  Idiot.  I recovered quickly.  "Well, you just really look Korean."
(This was certainly true).  "I guess I'm right."
"Would you like to see me play with my toy?"  She motioned to a dildo that
was lying at the edge of the cushion.  I hadn't even noticed it before.
"Please say  yes, I'm just dying to use it..."
"Oh, come on, you're just saying what you think a customer wants to hear."
She grinned.  "Well, partly."   Her voice suddenly dropped to the normal
tone I had heard in class.  "You're right.  I am much coyer than I would be
usually."  Very kittenish again.  "But I am serious.  I just *love* to feel
that thing filling  me up."  The way she arched her eyebrows and smiled,
seemingly to herself, when she drawled out the word "love" made me think
that she might actually have been telling the truth, as did her suggestion
that her obviously self-aware teasing persona had some real appeal for her
as well.
I inserted another $5 bill into the slot without any prompting, and she in
turn inserted the dildo into her vagina.
"Mmmph.  There.  Say nasty things to me."  Her toy tugged at her wet cunt
lips as she moved it in and out of herself.  The sight was excruciatingly
sexy.  "I love knowing that somebody's watching me and getting hot."
"Yeah, baby, fuck yourself with that thing.  I bet most of the time you're
really sweet and innocent, but you just love coming in here and being an
exhibitionistic little slut, don't you?" (I suppose this could have sounded
like an odd extrapolation to her, but it was true to me and I wanted to say
it).   "You love showing off your gorgeous young body to all sorts of men
who get off on you, jerking off while they look at you?"
"Umm, yeah, keep talking like that.  That's really good."  Tucking the
phone between her chin and shoulder, she slid the dildo deep inside her and
held it steadily with her left hand as she worked her clit rapidly with her
right.  She brought her fingers up to her mouth, wetting them and then slid
them back down over her tits and belly to her clitoris.  I could see her
little bump standing erectly.   I meanwhile was rubbing my cock.  Every
stroke was sending shivers of ecstasy through me.  Helen had often
masturbated for me before, and I loved to watch her, but the extraordinary
circumstances I found myself in made this the sexiest thing I'd ever
witnessed.
"How about if you try to grip the dildo with your pussy and play with your
tits a bit for me?"  I asked.
"Okay."  Both hands went up to cup her breasts.  She pulled lightly at her
nipples and cooed, "Ooh."
I laughed, because the noise was both obviously artificial and enormously sexy.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes, very much."
"Ooh," she cooed again.  "Ooh.  It feels so good to play with my titties,"
a wonderfully sexy, girlish, playful, erotic tone.  She was staring right
at me and I could see her cunt gripping the dildo tightly.  Again, her hand
stole down to her clit and she rubbed it eagerly.  Her voice became more
throaty again.  "Oh, fuck, yeah.  This could make me come really soon."
"God, watching you is going to make me come too."
"Yeah, I want to hear you.  If you can hold off for a little bit I'll come
with you."  I let go of my dick.  Would she say anything like that if she
were faking this?  She rubbed her clit very quickly for about thirty more
seconds and then said, "There.  Oh, yeah. Oh, that feels so good, that
feels so fucking good."  I grabbed my cock again and started pumping once
more.  Her legs started to shake almost imperceptibly and she closed her
eyes.  "Oh, yeah, I'm going to come."  Her face contorted in a look of
ecstasy.
"Yeah, Kitty, I'm coming too."  I grabbed a kleenex and began to spurt,
watching in awe as the contractions of her orgasm slowly expelled the dildo
which had been lodged inside of her.  Holy shit.  If that had been faked,
that was the best acting  job I'd ever seen in all my years involved in
theater.  Unbefuckinglievable.  So this was Grace.....
"Mmm.  Boy, I can really come quick if it's been a couple of days," she
murmured more to herself than to me.  Then, more loudly, "I was planning to
hold off for most of my shift, but there's something about your voice and
the things that you were saying that really got me going."
"I take it that was unusual, then?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
"Well, a little.  I only started working here a little while ago, and I
guess I'm still not entirely comfortable with letting go fully.  Usually I
don't heat up so fast....I mean, the thought of my job is sexy to me, but I
haven't come every time I work, if that's what you mean, even though I wind
up being asked to play with myself for most of the shift, it seems like."
"Just started, huh?  How are you finding work like this?"
"Oh, it's okay, really.  The money is good, and it's pretty interesting.
Some of the customers are jerks, but most are polite and respectful and
make me feel - I don't know - special.  I didn't have a lot of confidence
when I was younger and this helps a lot, in kind of an odd way.  It was
always so important to me to be a "good girl" in front of other people that
sometimes I wouldn't act the way I really wanted to."
"Do you ever think about someone  who knows you coming in here, then?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh god, I *hope* that doesn't happen.  I mean, in
some ways I'm petrified of it - I'd be so, so embarrassed.  That's my only
fear about working here.  But I'm from southern Cal, and I don't really
expect to see anybody I know up here.  If my dad ever found out, I think
he'd have a heart attack on the spot - he's so conservative and
traditional.  He didn't even like the idea of me transferring to a school
away from home."
"You're a student, then?"
"Yeah, I'm going for a degree in sociology and women's studies."
"Women's studies?  I'm kind of surprised."
"Why?  Because I'm working here?"
"Well, frankly, yeah...." I started, and then interrupted myself.  "No, no,
I guess it makes sense.    I mean, I suppose one of the main points of
feminism is that you get to define who you are, including your own
sexuality.  Sex-positive feminism, right?"
She laughed.  "Oh yeah, right, sex-positive feminist, that's me.  Me and
Susie Bright...well, I guess there's something to that.  Bu t mostly I'm
doing this for one reason:  I'm just saving money to buy a car and this is
the best way for me to make a lot of money fast.  I'm not going to be a
prostitute, that's for sure - way too dangerous....But in some ways I guess
I'm also an experimenter and a pretty adventurous person - or at least
that's who I want to be...who I'm working to be; I want to experience a lot
of things in life, even - maybe even especially - stuff that's kind of, I
don't know, on the fringe.  In my fantasies I'm a total slut and totally
insatiable, but believe me, I'm not like that *at all* in my 'real life'.
"Actually, I've only had one boyfriend.  We were together for almost a year
and a half and then broke up - we were fighting a lot.  I've never slept
with anyone else, just in my fantasies...I actually don't even go out very
much, since I'm trying to concentrate on school.  But, to be honest, I get
pretty fucking horny sometimes - it's like my hormones are completely out
of control.  This has been a good outlet for me, actually."
I have to admit that I found her not only beautiful, but really impressive
in the way she seemed to have her act together.  I also liked the way she
seemed both very open and very private.  I slipped another $20 through the
slot for her as a tip just before time ran out.  "Hey! What was that for?!"
"Oh, I just wanted to say thank you for an amazing experience."
"Hey, thanks.  That really wasn't necessary, but it is very much appreciated."
"You'll be here again next Thursday?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'll certainly try and make it back here."
"Great!  What's your name, by the way?"
I froze.  "Uh...Mark," I lied.  Damn! I hope that hesitation didn't sound
stupid.  I kicked myself mentally.  "And yours, it's not really Kitty, is
it?"
"No, you're right, that's just the name I use here."
"Do you mind if I ask your real name?"
"Actually, I'd prefer not to reveal it, if you don't mind.  Sorry, but I
just feel better that way."
"No, that makes perfect sense.  I understand."  The screen quickly
descended again and my time was up.
On the way out, I stopped again to talk to the man up front.  "So the women
really don't see into the other side of the booth at all?"  My experiences
with one-way mirrors had led me to believe they're not that foolproof if
you're close enough.
"Yeah, definitely," he seemed to understand just what I was asking.  "We
did a really good job makin' 'em to make sure they were really one-way."
I walked out rather shaken - it was easily the most powerful erotic
experience I'd ever had in my life.
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