A New Exhibitionist

It began with a short e-mail from someone calling herself cautious_uk2003, a glance at her yahoo profile showed her to be a 32year old called Julie. Steve settled down to read the e mail she had sent: I hope that you don”t mind me writing it began but from what I have read about you I think that you could possibly be the man to help me. He looked again at the e-mail address, this was beginning to read like spam but the yahoo.co.uk at the end reassured him, spammers usually had their own web address. He continued reading.

“I”ve been divorced for over three years now, my husband was not at all, adventurous you might say. For years I have fantasised about being an exhibitionist even a little submissive as long as there was no pain but he was far too straight, he wasn”t even turned on by sexy underwear, he liked the light off under covers once a month, that was no use to me.”

“Although I”m curious I am also nervous I would need to feel, total trust in whoever exhibited me or to who I submitted, can you give me any advice at all?”

It read like a hoax, she was too good to be true, he read it again and looked again at her profile, nothing was there about her fantasies but then women rarely did, when fantasies did appear they were usually by the husbands.

Her light was on indicating that she was on line, quickly he sent a message. “Hi I got your e mail.”

The reply was a long time coming “Oh yes, I thought you would e mail a reply.”

“This seemed quicker, is there a problem.”

“No, not really.”

“You said you want to be an exhibitionist.”

“Yes, Well I think I do. I”m curious certainly but I”ve never really done anything like it, what do you suggest?”

“And submissive too?”

“Mentally, not physically, I hate pain.”

“OK no problem.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, do you have a web cam?”

“Yes but I have no idea how it works, it came with the computer.”

Quickly he instructed her how to use it then sent a request to view to her computer.

“What do I do now?”

“Accept me.”

Her image suddenly appeared in a box on his screen, he enlarged it. Julie was a young woman with short brown hair wearing a white blouse, the sort of thing a secretary would wear.

“You work in an office Julie?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

“I guessed from the blouse. You have to dress pretty formally then?”

“Solicitors office, very prudish, everything must be just so.”

“Unbutton the blouse.”

“When I say I want to be an exhibitionist I mean in real time not on the net”

“If you can”t do that when it”s just you and me and I cant touch you then there is no hope in the real world”

“I suppose so. OK then.”

He watched as she sat back and slowly but willingly began unbuttoning the row of buttons, her eyes looked at the camera from below her lids, almost teasingly, carefully she held the blouse closed till all were lose then parted them over her firm breasts supported by a half cup bra.

“That didn”t hurt, how do you feel?”

“OK I suppose but it isn”t really what I had in mind. I want a few guys to see me and to see their reaction.”

“One step at a time, now are you wearing tights or stockings?”

“Tights for work.”

“OK take them off.”

“My tights, why?”

“Because in a minute Ill tell you to take your skirt off and tights look awful. You can keep your panties on …. For now.”

He saw her grin as her hands slipped below view and after some wriggling reappeared holding her discarded tights.

“Stand up.”

She did, as he had guessed she was wearing a black pencil skirt. “Take off the skirt.”

“This is easy.”

“It will get harder in about one minute, possibly less.” As he typed the words her skirt slipped down revealing a neat black thong.

A sudden message shot up on his screen “Another guy wants to see my cam, how does he know its on?”

“I told him, press ok and do the same for the next three.”

“Oh my god you really do know what you are doing.”

He watched as his friends sent him a message that they too were enjoying the view of the pretty 32year old woman still standing revealing her bra and thong, for the moment they could not see her face.

“Now sit down Julie, I”m about to invite you to a conference meeting, accept it.”

“OK can they really see me?”

“Yes all four of us can see you, how does that make you feel?”

“Damp, no group of guys has ever seen me like this in fact only three guys in my life have and they were one at a time, now suddenly four at once can see me.”

“And does it feel good?”

“It would be better if I could see their faces.”

“One step at a time” he said again. “Now take off your bra.”

He watched her gulp but her hands moved to her back and in a second her breasts were free of all artificial fettering and her nipples were pointing at the camera.

“Stroke your nipples.”

She obeyed him, her nipples making it clear just how much she was enjoying exposing herself to four total, strangers.

“Now stand, turn around and take off the thong, drop it on the table and turn around and stroke your pussy.”

Four pairs of eyes watched as she did so, despite her initial hesitation her natural impulses took over as she brought herself to climax imagining the four guys playing with themselves as they watched her.

“OK guys show is over” Steve sent a message to his four friends each of whom logged out knowing from experience that he would let them know of his future plans for Julie.

“OK Julie, you did well. Now I”m going to plan something for you. I”m about to send you an e-mail asking a lot of personal questions, you must answer them all honestly. From that information I will be able to make your fantasies come true. In the real world.”

He clicked off.

An hour or so later an e-mail arrived from “yourukmaster” Julie opened it eagerly, it contained a list of questions each one demanding more intimate information than the last. Still inspired by appearing naked before 4 total strangers Julie answered the questions honestly and sent the reply within 30 minutes.

A short e-mail came in response it read: “Watch for a delivery on Saturday morning and keep the entire day free.”

It was only Wednesday and the remaining two days seemed to drag. At last Saturday came. At 2pm she got a text message ” A box will be arriving in 5 minutes, only open when you receive instructions to do so, expect to receive texts and messages through the day. To receive the box you will need to sign a receipt, sign as “Julie Slut”.”

Sure enough 5 minutes later her doorbell rang. A delivery guy stood there with a large carton. As instructed she signed “Julie Slut” on the form the delivery guy handed her, shaking as she did so.

She pulled the box into the living room and waited for the next text or e-mail.

It was an hour coming “Open the carton and the package labelled number 1. Do not open any other package.”

She opened the small box labelled no 1 and found that it contained bath salts and her a bottle of her favourite perfume. She sat wondering what D was up to. A beep from her computer heralded the arrival of a new e-mail. As she expected it came from yourukmaster.

“Run a deep bath, fill it with the salts, enjoy it for one hour, on getting out wrap yourself only in a towel and you may then and only then open parcel numbered 2.”

Laying in the bath she wondered just what Steve had planned for her, he had indicated that he would make her submissive and this control over her actions certainly confirmed his ability to do that. He was also to turn her into an exhibitionist and while he had succeeded on Wednesday up to a point she still had doubts whether he would be able to do it in the real world.

Obeying his instructions to the letter, she was out of the bath on the hour and was padding herself dry as the next text arrived; “You should be out of the bath and opening parcel number 2.”

Parcel number 2 contained a battery razor, another text arrived “Remove ALL body hair. Send an e mail when this is done.”

It had been a long time since she had shaved herself totally, her husband had seen nothing erotic about a shaven pussy, she sometimes wondered whether he had been a closet gay, he had certainly preferred oral and anal sex to the norm.

It took over an hour before she was happy that her body was as smooth as it possibly could be.

It was now 4.15pm she sent the e-mail “Totally shaven.”

Steve must have been waiting for it as a new text arrived almost at once. “You may now masturbate in anticipation of what the evening will bring”. She looked in the box there were still 3 boxes to open but she had determined that she would submit without question to Steve until he asked something which she was not prepared to do.

She didn”t masturbate once, she brought herself to peak after peak over the next hour or so as all kinds of possible scenarios flashed through her head.

At 5.30 another text arrived “Open parcel number 3.”

Eagerly she did to find a pair of light brown hold up stockings. An e-mail arrived as she was opening the pack.

“Open Box 4.” Box 4 contained a pair of absurdly high heel shoes, the heels must have been 6 inches at least.

Another e-mail arrived.

“Put the stockings and shoes on and apply perfume to all parts of your body then go about your normal business till the next text arrives.”

It was 6 .30 before the next text arrived and by then Julie was feeling more turned on than she had ever felt in her life. She had often been naked at home but never wearing only stockings and shoes, she could feel her juices building up inside her and the purr of the text was almost enough to send her over the edge.

“Open the last box and place the contents on your body. A car will collect you at 7pm precisely, get in the car wearing only what you have been told to wear, the driver knows his destination, you will be met.”

Trembling she opened the box, from it came the lightest material she had ever felt, it was a dress but she knew that she could never wear it, not outside at least, it was almost totally transparent even while still folded she could see that it was nearly totally sheer. She held it to her body, there was nothing outrageous about the cut, although her cleavage would be on view not excessively so and the material fell to just above her knees. The hem of the skirt was totally circular.

No way could she wear it out of doors, a shame but everyone had their limits but there would be no harm in trying it on just to see how it felt, how she felt in the gossamer like material.

Standing in front of her mirror she was taken aback at just how little was actually on show, the material was white except for two pink swirls which were positioned strategically enough to cover or at least conceal her nipples while the skirt section being so huge hung in folds so concealing her naked and shaven pussy.

The material was so light that except for a little tautness at her shoulders she felt naked but a glance at her mirror reassured her that in reality she was covered. She pulled the folds of the skirt section apart, it took very little for the neat line of her pussy slit to become clearly visible but again a quick movement of material and she was totally decent once again.

She was still undecided as to whether she should stop this when the doorbell rang, the driver was here.

As she opened the door she realised that she had not allowed for two things, as the door swung open the light behind her accentuated the transparency of the dress, in addition the cool wind blew in towards her flattening the skirt of the dress against her body.

She was unsure whether to be relieved or insulted when the driver appeared not to notice, still undecided she grabbed her handbag and followed him to the car where he courteously opened the passenger door for her.

Although she felt a degree of embarrassment, she knew from standing in front of the mirror that the flattening of her skirt will have revealed in excruciating detail the curve of her shaven pussy over her pubic bone, she was nevertheless curious as to why it had apparently had no effect on the driver, perhaps he was gay.

She decided to test him out, picking her perfume from her bag she raised her skirt and sprayed her inner thighs, was that a quick look out of the corner of his eyes? Next she sprayed her breasts through the material, nothing.

As the car drew up outside a large hotel, she turned to him “Could you help me? I think my dress has twisted and the swirls aren”t in the position they should be. Would you check for me?” She pointed her breasts at him.

He lit his interior light then looked carefully at the offered boobs, taking in the expanse of flesh searching for any darker flesh indicating exposure. He certainly seemed interested now. Hesitantly he raised his fingers “May I?”

“Please, I can”t see to adjust it without a mirror.” His fingers plucked the fine material away from her breasts, there was no way now that he could fail to see her total nudity beneath the dress. He tugged gently and lay the material back down, savouring the contact a fraction longer than was strictly necessary. Yes, she thought, he has reacted, just trying to stay professional.

Taking a deep breath she left the car, she was not concerned as to whether Steve would be here. He was too well organised to be late after timing her day to perfection. She was however nervous as to what lay ahead. Despite her nerves she allowed the wind to blow her skirt gently without endeavouring to hold the material down.

As she approached the door a man stepped forward, a little older than she had expected but distinguished looking. “Good Evening Julie, you have done well up to now.” He offered her his arm which she took.

Linking arms made her feel less conspicuous as they walked through the hotel reception area.

He guided her to a wine bar, it was still early and there were only a few businessmen near to the bar. Steve guided her to a seat in the corner.

As he brought their drinks over he said “So how do you like the outfit?” he went on without giving her a chance to answer “Its certainly got some attention at the bar.”

“It”s lovely but not what I would usually wear for a night out ”

“That”s because you have never been a submissive exhibitionist slut before,” he answered calmly as though they were discussing the weather.

She found herself unable to reply. He smiled and went on “Understand this and make no mistake, from now on you will do everything that I say without question no matter how humiliating or embarrassing that may be to you. You have ten seconds to get up and walk out if that is too much for you, if you are still here in eleven seconds then I will assume that you are willing to learn. For my part I will respect your limits as to pain and ensure that others do too , beyond that you are stripped naked of all rights, more naked than you appear in that dress.”

He went silent, Julie could feel the seconds pounding away in her brain, part of her told her to get up and walk away while the rest of her kept her glued to her seat, this was after all precisely what she had requested.

At last he spoke. Smiling he said “Well done, now stand and pirouette, let me see that dress in detail.”

Self-consciously she slid to her feet, staying close to the table and turned around.

“No” he said sharply, “I said to pirouette not turn around, now step back into the open space and show me properly.”

Taking a deep breath she did as she was told and swung once feeling the light material of her skirt raise, exposing who knew what, she could feel, the eyes at the bar on her.

“Not just once twirl properly,” he demanded. “Remember our agreement.”

Closing her eyes she spun her body, three four times on tiptoes in her heels. She made once again for her seat, this time he did not insist on her doing it again. He did however stop her.

“For the rest of this evening and any time that we meet you will not sit on the material of your dress, lay it out behind and around you.”

She shook as she obeyed his instruction, feeling the velvet material of the seat against her buttocks, laying the material in a circle around her which had the effect of preventing the folds in her lap and so left her exposed to anyone who passed by.

“A couple of drinks here and then on to another place I know,” he was saying “You can meet a few friends of mine.” She barely managed to take his words in properly, excitement and sheer terror flooded her senses. He raised his arm at the barman indicating a repeat of the order.

As the waiter poured the drinks Steve pushed a £10 note in front of her. “Pay for the drinks while I go to the gents.”

He walked away before she had the chance to object, not that objecting would have done her any good, she had already agreed by staying that she would obey every instruction given without question. She watched as the young waiter approached the table realising at the last minute that twirling as she had had knocked one of the swirls away from her right nipple. In a moment the young man would be treated to a view of her exposed nipple and a clear view of her shaven cunt.

She realised that Steve would have noticed the nipple and would be angry if on his return it was covered so she sat, despite her nerves smiling at the approaching waiter, his eyes widening as he took in all that was exposed to his view.

He placed the drinks on the table, a little clumsily. Spilling a drop or two of her wine, she handed him the note and he took it only to return a minute or two later with a plate containing the change.

Steve seemed to be taking an eternity in returning, to her horror two of the guys from the bar moved over to take seats in the next table, she averted her eyes to avoid having to acknowledge them.

“Good Evening,” one of them began just as Steve finally returned.

Not that he turned out to be any kind of protection ” I see that you have found some admirers.” He said in a voice loud enough for them to hear “Hello there, are you stopping at the hotel?”

That was it a conversation, there was no way now that she could pretend to ignore them, smiling sweetly she faced them trying to convince herself that she was dressed in a jumper and trousers or anything vaguely normal.

It was no use of course, neither of the guys could tear his eyes from her nipple.

“I see that you are admiring Julies dress, its rather nice isn”t it? Look we can move around a bit why not join us at this table?”

Predictably the guys did not need a second invitation and somehow Steve arranged it so that they were sat either side of her while he sat opposite.

Julie sat, conscious that because of the way her skirt was arranged the guys could each see the tops of her hold up stockings, she tried to shuffle into the table to try to conceal her exposed pussy. Steve however pre-empted her. Leaning forward he said “Of course I”m not even sure that Julie realises just how interesting her dress actually is.” He reached forward and touched her breasts, the pink swirls came away easily, Velcro had only held them in place, and her nipples and aureoles were now clearly on show for all who wanted to see with no hope of concealing them.

“Very nice indeed,” said the guy to her left, now making no pretence at averting his eyes when she looked at him.

“May I?” added the other his hand cradling the underside of her right breast.

“Be my guest,” she heard Steve say as the hand cupped her firmly. “Julie and I have established that her only aversion is real pain.”

She looked up at him, startled, surely he hadn”t construed that he could hand her around for sex had he? The conversation came tumbling into her mind. The question had never really come up, in answer to whether she was submissive she had only stated that she hated pain, he had clearly construed that she was willing to submit in any other way he chose. Barely half an hour earlier he had again set out that he expected her to submit to him totally no matter how humiliating or embarrassing, she had the chance then to walk out or clarify the ground rules it was too late now, in any event she was rather enjoying the attention she was getting. Each of the three guys was giving her their undivided attention.

“Please Lila, let us return to the proper floor. We can talk more at length in my office. And you really must eat something.” He gently, slowly slipped his arm around my waist, moving as if I was a wild animal that would leap away at any sudden movement. I was still confused, but I no longer felt the oppressive force around him that I had felt before. I needed answers, and I needed to see, for myself, that Sara was alright.

As we reentered the tenth floor main lobby, I saw that, indeed, the office staff had seemed to reappear out of no where. Everything seemed ok. Everyone busy and working, like any other day. No one even looked askew at us as we walked to the back offices. As we passed Sara’s office I saw her at her desk, talking on the phone and sounding perfectly normal, just as Nicholaus had said. She glanced up at me and smiled, waving slightly and winking, as she continued her conversation. We kept walking and I noticed that he had let his arm drop from around my waist. I felt a twinge of emptiness that I couldn’t explain. He seemed to sense that and turned his head slightly to look at me, smiling warmly and giving me a slight nod.

OK…maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought…but something is definitely weird here. Or was I just being paranoid? Nicholaus smiled to himself. “No my dear, not paranoid, just perceptive. As you can see, everything is fine, but of course you can feel the…veil of my power here. It was necessary to insure control.” Control…why would he need control over the whole office. Couldn’t he just…I don’t know…possess a few CEOs or something? I heard a low chuckle from his direction. I glanced over to him and saw a wide smirk across his mouth. ” I don’t…possess people my dear. Don’t worry, everything will be made more clear to you in just a moment.” Yeah…that’s what I was afraid of. “Ah…here we are, my office. If you please…?” He motioned for me to enter, then turned to speak to a woman off to the side.

His office was much bigger, if more stark, then I had thought. A huge, dark, oak desk, which looked practically ancient, dominated the whole back wall of the office. There were two large windows on either side of the desk, which had very heavy drapes hanging over them. Both windows and drapes were closed. There was one long bookcase along the wall to the left of the desk that was completely filled with books of all sizes and conditions. Some even looked to be covered with thick dust. There were two straight backed chairs facing the front of the desk, neither looked very comfortable. Finally, along the wall on the right, there was what appeared to be an old Victorian chaise couch with a small, low table in front of it. It was the most appealing piece in the room. I headed for the couch and hoped I wouldn’t have to be there too long.

“My assistant will bring a light, late breakfast for us in just a moment. I hope tea and pastries will be sufficient?” he said as he glided into the room.

“That would be fine, in fact that’s what I prefer for breakfast. Another mind reading trick?”

He smiled, almost shyly, and came to sit next to me. Just as he made himself comfortable his assistant brought in the tray with the pastries and tea, placing it on the low table in front of us. She nodding politely to us then turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. As I sat there, within inches of Nicholaus, I couldn’t help but think of an old poem I once read. I couldn’t remember the whole thing, just one line that said “Something wicked this way comes…” I smiled to myself, that’s exactly how I would describe Nicholaus, but maybe not in an all bad way. We’d have to see, I still didn’t know what he wanted.

As I was thinking about this, Nicholaus had poured the tea and had set some of the pastries on a small serving plate for me. He handed the tea and the plate to me and took up his own. “Well, I know you’re wondering, so I’ll just begin now. I am not a demon, per say, and I am no evil spirit, although some would say I am both. I am nosferatu…an immortal being. I am powerful, in both business and in my own abilities, and I rarely find something, or someone, that I can not control. Which is why I am now looking to find just that kind person. I have everything Lila, everything…except what I really need. You.”

I frowned in thought. Why me? Surely there were other women who could…resist him. And why was it that I could, at least to a point? Is he really what he says he is? Vampire…the very word invokes scenes of old black and white B horror movies with bad scripts, and even worse acting. I almost laughed out loud. He must be yanking my chain. If he’s a Vampire, why is he drinking tea and eating pastries? Maybe he’s crazy. Then again, I’m the one sitting here having breakfast with a man who claims to be a walking undead. That did make me laugh out loud.

“You laugh at my plight Lila?” I looked over to him, mock hurt shadowed his face. “How could you be so cruel?” He actually pouted. I couldn’t help but grin, which brought a chuckle from his throat. “By the way Lila, never believe everything you see in those obtuse films you favor. There are a very many things your Hollywood film makers do not know. They never could. How is it that you think beings like myself have existed for so long? We never reveal all of our secrets, not even to those we hold closest. If we went around behaving as those pitiful creations in your horror films did, we would not have survived the 17th century! You would be surprised, Dear Lila, what powers I truly do hold.” Well…that piqued my interests. There was really only one thing I could say to that.

“Show me.”

He arched his eyebrows, a slow smile spreading across his face. “This may not be the best place for that.”

“Why not? If you truly do have so much control over this office, what difference would it make? So, big bad Vampire…show me these supposed powers.” I knew I was pushing, but I had to see. This time the dark anger on his face was not so false. Maybe I pushed too far?

“Now you do go too far Lila. I do not expose myself to you lightly. I have sensed what is in your heart, your mind. I believe there is a kindred spirit between us, and I want you to be part of my world, but do not press me this way. I will not abide it.” He set down his tea and stood up. “I believe we have had enough time to get to know one another for the time being. I will be holding a small gathering at my home tonight. It will be intimate, but formal. I invite you to attend.” The tone of his voice did not make it sound as if I had any choice. “I will send a car for you, if you like, at 11:00 this evening.” He started for the door before I had a chance to answer. I set down my tea and plate and stood up myself.

“I’m sorry if I upset you Nicholaus. I only meant that what you have told me is very difficult for me to believe, you must understand that. I am curious, though, as to why you would chose to pick a position here that was so…benign. I know there are more potent positions available, why not take one of them?”

He stopped just short of the closed door. His composure softened slightly. “How else would I be able to make so many interesting contacts outside the company, and yet still be able to stay relatively indirect? I prefer to work from the shadows, it’s less bothersome. I make contacts that lead to future power, while those above me think they carry it all. That is how I have survived and prospered for all these many centuries. It has worked well for me. I have prospered much, gained much power, and managed to stay hidden from would be enemies. All by never rising too close to the top. I also avoid suspicion that way.” he shrugged “As I said, it has worked well.” That made sense. He pulls the strings that are never seen by the puppets in the higher positions. Smart.

I walked to where he was standing and placed my hand against his chest. “I’m truly sorry I upset you earlier. I just wanted to see if I was imagining this whole thing. It is a bit hard to swallow.” That was the understatement of the year. “Please be patient with me Nicholaus.” I slid my eyes to his, placing my other hand against his chest as well. “Please Nicholaus, give me something to help me understand.”

His eyes seemed to devour mine. I could feel the instant building of heat within my thighs. I wanted him, badly, and I made sure he saw that both on my face and in my eyes. He lowered his mouth to my up tilted one. Slowly, smoothly, he slid both arms around my waist, pressing me to him. I couldn’t believe how good they felt wrapped around me. His lips hungrily crushed against mine. Heat and wanting spilled out of his kiss. His tongue flicked out and played across my lips, enticing me to open them for him. As his tongue darted into my mouth it seemed to pull at my own, coaxing a soft moan from my throat. He tasted so sweet, somehow I didn’t think it was all from the pastries. I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I wanted to melt into him. He turned enough so that I was now pressed up against the wall. I deepened the kiss, now pulling at his tongue, sucking it lightly. He moaned deep from his chest, almost growling. I felt his arms lower so that his hands brushed against the outside of my thighs. As he pushed up my skirt he slid both hands behind my thighs and effortlessly lifted me up, while simultaneously pulling my legs apart.

He wedged me between him and the wall. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pressed my already heated, wet pussy against him. Locking my ankles behind him I began to slowly grind against his already swollen cock that seemed to be trying to burst from his pants. He moaned deeper and grunted as he shifted my weight so that he could unbuckle his belt and undo his pants with one hand. I began to shiver with desire for what I wanted from him. He felt it and tried to hasten the removal of the clothing that was keeping him from his goal. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. All I wanted was for him to consume me, engulf me. I had never wanted that so badly from any other man in my whole life. It scared the hell out of me, but I couldn’t make myself stop.

I had to feel him inside me. I needed him. I felt his pants being pulled past his hips and I immediately began to grind against him again. My pussy was sopping wet now and I thought I would pass out from the almost painful need of him. I felt his hand caressing my thigh, slowly slipping down towards my swollen, hot cunt. I gently bit his lip, begging him to keep going. I could clearly feel his hard, engorged cock rubbing against my crotch. My nails dug into his shoulders in anticipation as he ripped my soaked panties from my hips. I gasped and arched my back as I felt his fingers plunge deep into my cunt. Fire erupted inside me. I tried to hold off as long as I could as he repeatedly forced his fingers in and out of my slick hole. It didn’t last long. I exploded, all over his hand, his cock, and down his pant leg. He shivered and kept my mouth covered with his own to swallow my cry of passion, all the while growling into my mouth.

He pinned me with his hips and used his other hand to pull my blouse off of me, then he pushed my bra up until he had full access to my breasts. He didn’t hesitate, pinching my hard nipples between his finger and thumb, rolling and pulling them at the same time. Again I moaned into his mouth, louder and more desperate. He understood. Both of his hands were now underneath my thighs again, tilting my hips slightly up. He pulled his mouth away from me and locked his eyes with mine. I swallowed hard when I saw the change in them. They were still deep green, but now they had a fiery glow deep within them. I was transfixed and terrified at the same time that my whole body craved him. I thought I would die if I couldn’t feel his cock inside me this very second! He happily obliged me, ramming his thick, hard, cock into my throbbing pussy. Electricity bolted through me.

My breath caught in my throat, I could hear my blood pounding through my head. All I could do was clutch to him, dazed in the crash of power and pure lust that washed over me. He impaled me, over and over, onto his pulsing pole, smashing me against the wall. I still felt like I was electrified, but I found my breath again. I heard low, guttural moans escaping from my lips. He lowered his head to my breasts, dragging his tongue across my skin. Nipping my flesh, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue found first one nipple, then the other, flicking over them, pulling them into his mouth for him to roll and bite between his teeth. I sucked breath in sharply and arched my back to force more of myself into his mouth. I was dimly aware that he was already fitting more then he should be able to past his lips. He began to hammer me faster, deeper. I could feel the tension in his neck and shoulder muscles building, I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. I didn’t think I could take much more, I already felt like he was splitting my apart.

My whole body was on fire as he continued to pound my dripping cunt, harder and harder. He moved his mouth to my left breast again, running his tongue in small circular motions across my skin. Something scraped my flesh where his tongue touched. I felt his hands tighten under my thighs just as I could feel the heat and tension build to an uncontrollable point within my own body, screaming for release. I reached my hands up to his head, grabbing his thick hair. He responded by jabbing his long, sharp, hidden teeth into my breast. The sudden pain was intense, and I was surprised to realized that it was pushing over the edge. My climax erupted out of me in a tidal wave of pleasure and pain rolling together, drowning me in complete ecstasy. I was barely able to slap my hand over my mouth in time to muffle my cries of pleasure. I felt him throw his head back and plunge deeply into me one last time, his entire body going ridged, as he was fully brought over the edge himself. I could see how hard it was for him not to cry out, he sank those same fangs into his own lip to stave off the sound. I could also feel the sticky wetness of our sex oozing out of me and dripping down onto his legs. It was a good thing he was still holding me up, otherwise I would have collapsed unto the floor.

He stayed ridged for a few more seconds, then me moved his mouth to mine again. As he pushed his tongue past my lips I distantly realized I tasted blood, and not just mine. I knew I should have been repulsed, but at that moment I didn’t care. I flicked my tongue over his lip where he had bit himself, wanting to taste the liquid electricity that came from him. I didn’t hesitate as I pulled his lip into my mouth and began to suck on it, gently at first, but then with more fervor. Surprised, he tried to pull back, but I wouldn’t release him. He shivered and panted as I nibbled and sucked at his lip. I was stunned at the affect of what I was doing. I tasted his ancient power, his longevity, his versed knowledge, his strength, even some small memories. I felt his fire broiling through my body. I was enraptured. Suddenly I was pushed away from him. “Stop Lila!” he panted. “That’s too much, and you are not ready. You can lose yourself if you are not prepared.” Suddenly I sensed something from him… fear. I also realized that I had somehow weakened him, both his powers and his body.

“I’m sorry Nicholaus, I did lose myself for a moment. I couldn’t help it, I want to be with you, part of you so badly. Please don’t be angry…” I begged him.

His eyes took in my submissive stance and pleading face and shook his head tiredly. “A short time ago you were running for your very life from me, now you are begging to be by my side?” he grinned. He straightened from where he had been leaning against the wall catching his breath and pulled his pants back in place. He bent down and grabbed my blouse from the floor and carried it to where I was standing, still grinning. “My love, I can feel how badly you want to be with me, but you must be careful. You do not understand the damage you can do to yourself if you try that again without being prepared.” He handed me my blouse and smoothed the hair away from my face. “Now…as much as I would love to, I know we can not stay in here all day. I know you have some things to do, and so do I. I will send a car for you, as I said, at 11:00 sharp. Why don’t you go home now, my love. Get some rest. I will see you later.” He waited until I made myself presentable again, then opened the door for me.

I nodded politely as I walked past him, keeping a completely professional look on my face as I entered the outer office of his assistant. I turned back to him and saw a wry smile tug at his lips. “Perhaps you’re right Mr. Jelici, I think I will do exactly that. Thank you for your advise.” I saw the small shake of his head and his amused expression as I turned to walk back down the short hall to the floor’s main lobby. I could still feel his power coursing through me. Was this permanent? Then I realized that something had been off about the last few moments in Nicholaus’s office. I was thinking about feeling as if he was rushing me out of his office, pushing me away from him, and how that had hurt. Any other time I had felt a strong emotion he had responded by answering my unspoken questions. This time it was if he didn’t care…or didn’t know. I stopped cold in my tracks. I turned around to face his office door again and thought of him, called to him in my mind. There was no response. I put urgency and desperation in the thought. Still nothing. That should have at least brought him to his doorway. It didn’t… interesting.

I left the office with a mental list of several tasks I wanted to accomplish before tonight, and still have time to lie down. Nicholaus was right about that, I needed a long nap. I also need to eat something, I was starving! I would take care of that first, then I’d run my errands. I had a lot to do before tonight, and Nicholaus did say I needed to be prepared. What should I wear? I found myself smiling at that thought as I drove downtown.

That night, at 11:00 PM on the dot, there was a knock on my door. Again I couldn’t help but think of the poem and the one phrase from it that kept rolling around in my mind. Something wicked… I opened the door to find a man in a black chauffeur’s uniform, holding a large dress box. “Miss Brooks? I’m Kristoff, I’ll be your driver tonight. Mr. Jelici asked for me to deliver this to you.” He handed the box to me and slightly bowed his head. “If you please Miss Brooks, he also bid me to wait for you to change.” I looked down at the slinky black ankle length dress I was already wearing. Well, I guess that answers the question on whether this dress was good enough or not.

I motioned for the driver to step inside and closed the door firmly behind him. “I’ll only be a few moments, please sit in the kitchen, through the door to your left, and I’ll let you know when I am ready.” He nodded and moved through the kitchen doorway. I walked to my bedroom, a little apprehensive about what kind of dress Nicholaus would have chosen for me. As I opened the box I saw that I needn’t have worried. The dress, gown really, was beautiful. Deep emerald green silk cascaded to the floor, even as I held the gown above my shoulder height. The tight bodice was embroidered with pearls and silver thread, in an almost ivy styled design, all around the neckline and straight down the center of the gown, all the way to the floor. The neck line was wide and made to fall just slightly off the shoulders, exposing the neck and shoulders clearly. “Of course, what else would a Vampire have me wear?” I almost laughed out loud. The sleeves were long and the cuffs came to a point, right where they would hit the back of my hands. They were also embroidered with the same pearls and silver thread around the cuffs. It was truly an exquisite design and very medieval, gothic looking. I could see that there was also matching low heeled, slip on shoes in the box, along with a very sheer silk shawl and clutch purse. How was he able to get all of this together so quickly? At least he had good taste!

I saw another smaller box under everything else and reached to pull it out. It looked like a jewelry box, the kind the you get from the jewelry stores when you by something expensive, but I wasn’t sure. I opened this smaller box, peered into it and immediately dropped it on the bed in shock. Inside was an emerald and diamond choker necklace. The stones weren’t overly large, but they were gorgeous, and there were a lot of them. “Holey shit!” I breathed out. “Well…how sweet of him, he shouldn’t have!” I grinned to myself. I shrugged out of my obviously too simple dress and began to redress as quickly as I could. Within moments I was completely ready again, all the way down to the two silver chop sticks holding my hair up. I glanced at my reflection in the full length mirror, adjusted a few things, then walked out to where Kristoff was waiting. As we walked out to the limo that Jelici had sent, I wondered how much more my life was going to change after tonight. “Time to find out, I guess.” I murmured to myself as Kristoff helped me into the car.

Within half an hour we finally arrived at Nicholaus’s estate. I couldn’t help but stare, bug eyed, at the beautiful Manor House that stood before me. “I guess he really has been prosperous!” I stammered. The house was a huge Victorian, old and gorgeous. I could partially see a formal garden to the left of the house. To the right I saw part of what looked like an orchard. Nicholaus stepped out of the front door and smiled down at me. He looked gorgeous as well. I was almost stunned by his glowing appearance. Apparently he ‘dimmed’ himself down for the office. Or maybe I could just see him through new eyes now. Either way, he was luminescent. He had on a black silk tux, pristine white dress shirt and dark green tie and cummerbund, the exact color of my gown. I also noticed he had small emerald cuff links in as he reached down to take my hand.

He pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply, murmuring how beautiful I looked, how he was so happy that I came, then he ushered me into the manor. As we toured the main floor he told me about the house itself, about the beautiful antics he had acquired over the decades, and about the house staff. “Of course they have all been told about you, that you are to be my companion, and that they are to treat you as if you are the Mistress of the manor, which of course you will be. I have already taken the liberty of having my personal papers reflect such. All that is left now is to introduce you to my guests.” he smiled almost condescendingly at me. “Oh, and I have a surprise for you my love, after the introductions.” He led me into a dim hallway with large dark oak double doors at the end. “This is the ball room, where everyone is waiting to meet you Lila.” He open the doors and, taking my hand, led me inside.

The room seemed almost cavernous, but the gleaming hard wood floor and cream colored walls made it more cozy. Across from the doorway we had just entered there were two large sets of floor to ceiling french doors that looked out over the formal garden I had seen earlier. Between them and us there were about fifty guests, all looking straight at me, and most not looking very happy. I almost choked on the combined twist of ancient power I felt from the people in the room. Small gathering? I took a deep breath and gripped Nicholaus’s hand tighter.

“It is alright my love, they know that I have chosen you, and they know we have already joined our blood, they will not harm you.” he whispered. Somehow that didn’t make me feel any less threatened. He led me to the right of the room where there was a slightly raised portion of the floor, for when there were musicians to play in the ball room I guessed. We both stepped up and turned to the crowd of ‘guests’. “My friends, my kindred, I wish to present to you Miss Lila Brooks. She is now my Partner in Existence, the Mistress of my home and my Companion. She will be given every courtesy and respect as such.” he paused, as if giving them the opportunity to object. No one did. He smiled, more to himself then to them and gave the barest or nods. “So…now we celebrate or joining in the presence of our kindred. Thank you all for coming to share this night with us, and please enjoy yourselves.” He bowed slightly, then led me to the door behind us.

I shivered as he closed the door to the small study we had walked into. “I don’t think they were very happy with your news Nicholaus.”

“It matters not. They will respect you for your strength and the power that was transferred to you through me. That is why I chose you, remember. I knew you would be strong enough to withstand all of this.” he gestured towards the door with his hand. “They will respect you, and in time your power will only grow. It has already grown faster then I thought it would.” He smiled at me as if he was proud of that fact. “In fact, now would be the perfect time to practice some of your new powers. Stay hear, I will return shortly.” He walked to the back of the room and left through a door I hadn’t noticed before.

I took the time to look around the room where I was waiting. The man liked his swords, that was for sure. He had several different styles and sizes bracketed up on the wall all around the study. There was one that, after taking it down to inspect it closely, I could tell was pure silver, and still had a razor sharp edge. I walked back over to the chair I had been sitting in and placed the sword on the small table in front of me. A few minutes later Nicholaus walked through the doorway in the back of the room followed by another man. It took me a few seconds to realize who it was. I groaned out loud, despite myself.

“Lila, you know Peter, do you not?” Nicholaus looked over his shoulder at Peter as he walked towards me.

“Why is she here, is this her farewell party?” confusion and hope obvious on his smirking face.

“Nicholaus, what did you have in mind?” I looked up to his face as he stood next to me.

He twisted his lips into a perverted smile. “You must learn to control Lila.”

Oh, so that’s it. “I’m not sure I can, I’m not like you Nicholaus. I don’t know enough.”

He sighed mockingly “Lila…you have taken from me. You are like me, if diminished for now. You are immortal. The rest will come, with time.”

“What do I do?”

“Concentrate. You must focus your will and push through his defenses. Once you do that, it’s relatively easy to place control. With your strength you should have no problem.” he shrugged.

“Will someone please tell me what the hell you two are talking about?” Peter demanded angrily.

I stood from my chair and walked over to him. “It’s simple Peter, I’m in control now, and you’re not.” He started to protest, but I was already working on focusing my will. I mentally shifted through the memories I had ‘picked up’ from Nicholaus earlier, something I knew he didn’t even realize had happened, and found how he had done it in the past. What he had tried to do to me the first night I met him. I made the focus tighter and punched through Peter’s weak mental defenses. It really wasn’t that hard, just like Nicholaus had said. Peter jerked and stood completely erect. His face went slack, his eyes glazed over…I had done it, he was mine.

I gave one simple command. Peter slowly nodded. “Yes Mistress.”

I giggled and spun around to face Nicholaus, he was grinning from ear to ear. “I knew you would do it Lila, you are a quick study.” He walked to me and slid his arms around my waste. “Now send your drone into the other room, I wish to be alone with you.” he bent down and gently kissed my neck.

I smiled up at him “It’s alright my love, you can do it.”

“Lila…” he shook his head and smiled patiently at me “I can not. He is yours now, only you can command him.”

A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. “Let him stay then. I will take great pleasure in knowing he must watch you take me, and yet he can do nothing.”

A booming, warm laugh erupted from Nicholaus’s mouth. “Oh my love, you are so very wicked.”

I smiled and pulled my gown down my arms and torso, letting it fall from my body to collapse on the floor. I had made a point of wearing nothing underneath it. “My love, you have no idea.” I walked back to the chair I had been sitting in and reseated myself, spreading my legs wide for Nicholaus. “Come Nicholaus, I want you to taste my passion for you.”

His eyes had already betrayed his lust as he glided to where I sat and then dropped to his knees between my spread thighs. He could see that my juices were already starting to drip on the cushion underneath me. He reached out with both hands to caress and kneed the soft flesh of my thighs, slowly working his way inward. I began to slowly roll my hips, coaxing him to move his hands farther in. As both of his hands reached the center he danced his fingers over my steamy, soft mound, slipping over it’s swelling lips, to brush against my twitching clit. I jumped and arched my back, hissing through clenched teeth. He lowered his mouth to my waiting and drenched pussy and lapped up the juices that had already began to flow. That brought a loud moan from my throat, and I reached down to tangle my fingers in his hair. He sucked and nibbled on my pulsing clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. I was panting, rolling my head from side to side. “Oh Nicholaus…oh god yes…oh my love!” He slid his fingers into my saturated cunt, pumping them gently at first, then slowly impelling his method. I began to buck my hips harder, trying to impale my pussy onto his fingers, at the same time clutching his head, forcing his mouth to crush against me.

He suddenly removed his fingers and pulled back his head from my pussy. I whimpered in reluctance. I hadn’t seen that he had already pulled his stiff, thick cock from his pants. I lifted my hips, readying myself for him. He brought just the tip of it to my quivering hole, slowly rubbing it up and down, sliding it up over my clit, then back down again. My entire body shook, wanting him to ram himself inside of me, to fill me up completely. He suddenly grabbed my hips and thrust forward, deep into my soaked, hot cunt. I screamed in pleasure and begged for more. He hammered into me again and again, each time bringing his cock almost the opening of my sex, before plunging back in. I continued to buck my hips up, slamming against him with each thrust of his own. I felt the tension of his orgasm building, I knew he was ready to cum. So was I. I could feel it just on the edge, ready to crash over me any second.

I shot out my hand and grabbed his wrist, whipping it to my mouth. I buried my newly acquired points deep into his flesh, greedily sucking his existence from his vain. He let out a shocked gasp, his body stiffened, then his climax slammed into him. He threw back his head as an anguished howl was ripped from his chest. That’s when I came, gushing my juices out, covering his still raging cock and his groin. I looked at Nicholaus, eyes closed, head still thrown back, shivering and panting, moaning my name. He never saw me look into Peter’s eyes. He never saw the sword in Peter’s hand. Never saw it slice through the air aimed at his exposed throat. Never saw the fire in my eyes or the cruel smile on my lips. I watched as my lover’s head bounced, and then rolled across the floor. I let his body drop as well at my feet.

I stood up and went to where Nicholaus’s head had stopped. I bent down and looked one last time at his angelic face. “You should have know, my love, that I would never let you control me. You sensed what was in my heart, remember. Besides, If you wish to keep control, never give too much power to someone else. That is a mistake you will not make again.” I turned to Peter and smiled. “Thank you Peter, I guess you were worth something after all. Now hand me my gown there.” Peter bent and retrieved my gown for me. As I redressed, again, I thought about what to do with Nicholaus’s body. Then I realized it didn’t matter, his body had already started to disintegrate on the floor. Another few hours and there would be nothing left. Peter was easier.

“Peter, go to that door behind me and walk out into the ballroom. Tell the guests there that the new Mistress of this manor has sent you out to them as a gift, to do with what ever they wish, how ever they wish. Go now.” Peter turned immediately and walked to the door. “Oh, and Peter? Tell them your Mistress wishes to hear you scream.” I smiled coldly.

“Yes Mistress.”

I walked over to the sword, now on the floor, and picked it up, wiping it off on Nicholaus’s tux jacket. As I replaced it back it the brackets I had a small smile on my face. So many new opportunities before me. It was going to take some time to pick which one I wanted to explore first, but that was ok, I had plenty of time. First, though, I needed to explore more of the manor, my manor. I opened the ballroom door and glided out across the shiny wood floors, Peter’s screams accompanying my foot steps.

I quickly turned towards the couple on the divan and stammered. “I don’t know… I don’t feel I should…”

“Just take a look, boy. Pretty as the summer’s day, they are.” Smiled Martha and then repeated more forcefully, smile turning into a grimace. “Look at them!”

I swallowed hard and turned around. My heart skipped a beat and I felt my world swaying this way and that, for a moment worrying that I would pass out from shock. I knew the women who were coming towards me! Jeannie and Sheila and Stacey. They were my ex-girlfriends, all of them broken-hearted by my youthful irresponsibility and foolish arrogance.

I blinked and then blinked again. A heavy sigh of relief escaped me when I realized that those were not the girls I had known in college. They resembled them a lot, but they were not the ones I first thought they were.

The girl who looked like Sheila had the same black hair, identical green eyes, but her nose was much smaller and her lips fuller, although she easily could have passed for Sheila’s sister. The real Sheila was cute; this one was gorgeous. Stacey’s dead ringer turned out to be much taller and less muscular with complexion so beautiful, the real Stacey would have killed to have.

Then there was a girl who looked like Jeannie. Out of all three, she looked most like the girl I thought she was at first. Her hair was a little more golden, her eyes slightly more slanted and a paler shade of hazel, face lacking freckles and the haughty smile that was so typical of Jeannie.

I made a mental note to ask my friend John what was in the weed that he had given me before I came to visit my grandfather. I smoked a full joint the night before and it couldn’t have been just simple marijuana, for even a day later I was obviously hallucinating slightly. I saw old people and ex-lovers where there were none. I kept spooking myself like a little kid, and no doubt it showed on my face to the great amusement of the bystanders.

All three women were very pretty and gracious in their movements. They could have easily been homecoming queens in high school and no modeling agency would have turned them away. They were absolutely stunning. I could not understand what the girls like that were doing in this crappy shack, even if it looked like a million bucks on the inside.

I grinned wearily at all three, feeling absolutely foolish, knowing that all eyes in the room were on me. Even the piano player was probably staring at my expression of idiocy. My gaze, however, kept returning to the girl who looked like Jeannie. The last girl I had dated in college, she was still fresh in my mind, and I may add my heart as well, although I would be damned if I ever let her know it. After we broke up on pretences of me not being ready for a serious relationship I kept thinking about her constantly for months, and even now, a few years later my mind wondered to those early days when I was happy but too insecure to make the happiness last.

“Well?” asked Dick and I didn’t dare look back at him. I could feel my face flushing, the tingling in my skin betrayed the redness that I couldn’t see, but others would have.

I noticed the girls’ eyes stealing a look behind me and suddenly two of them turned around and still smiling sweetly left the room through yet another door I hadn’t noticed before. The Jeannie look alike took a step closer and extended her gloved hand to me. I took it, feeling completely humiliated and without a glance backwards followed her up the stairs, my feet just as heavy as they were when I was trailing the old man to the porch. For once, there was no comment from Dick to be heard, as I honestly don’t know if I would have had enough courage to continue trailing the pretty girl.

In contrast to the ground floor, the hall at the top of the stairs was narrow and dark, much more what I would have thought the house looked like when standing outside, trying to digest the first horrifying impression of it. A smell of staleness filled the corridor. We walked all the way to the last door in a row of quite a few, my eyes never leaving the girl’s long, soft hair worn loose, reaching almost to her mid back. As she grabbed the knob she turned around and looked at me seductively, her brows shooting up in one quick gesture as if we were about to do something mischievous.

When she opened the door, I was slightly disappointed to find the room held no riches that were evident in the parlor downstairs. Spartanly decorated space with white washed walls and bare, unpolished wooden floor would be exactly what a person might have pictured of a room where sex was being sold by an hour. An old, brass bed stood in the middle, taking up most of the space, with a tall table that held ceramic wash pan, a jug, and a mirror all squeezed into the corner behind the door.

“It’s not much, I’m afraid.” Said the girl and I waved my hand dismissively. I didn’t care. I wasn’t there to admire the furnishings. “But then,” she continued, “I’m sure you’re not here to admire the furnishings.”

I froze. I wasn’t even sure whether my thought preceded her words or if it was the other way around and my frenzied and fatigued mind managed to mix it all up.

“What’s your name?” I asked, trying to push the uncertainty out of my mind. But it was not to be.

“Oh, I’ll be anything you want me to be.” She giggled and plopped on the bed, spreading her legs wide and stretching the heavy material of her skirts, the soles of the boots still on the floor. She pressed the palms of her hands far behind her body and leaned on them, her hair playfully spilling over her shoulders, brushing against the pure white bed cover. Her eyes narrowed and a smug grin lingered on her pretty face. “Gwendolyn, Adrienne, Rosy, Courtney, Hilda, Fatima, Natasha, Moyzza, Maya, Egwene, Tamara, Morgase… Anything your heart desires, baby.”

Some of the names I didn’t even recognize. The longer I was in her presence, the more unwaveringly her deep hazel eyes held my gaze, the more I desired her, despite the growing sense of dread, which I had no idea where it was coming from.

“No, your name. I need you to tell me your name.” I almost begged and sat on the bed next to her. I wanted to touch her hair and brush it against my cheek. I simply knew it was the softest thing that would have ever touched my skin.

She continued staring at me, half wonderingly, half playfully. “Jeannie.” She said suddenly and sat up, bringing her legs together and carefully crossing hand over hand in her lap. She smiled weakly and the seductiveness seemed to have completely evaporated from her face. She appeared very shy at that moment, almost embarrassed, exactly like I remember my true Jeannie had been when I first met her. “I’m afraid it’s not as glamorous or mysterious as Amalisa, but…”

My fingers softly pressed against her lips, extinguishing the sound of her husky voice. “Don’t.” Was all I could say. My heart sped up at the feel of her skin under my touch, even softer than I thought it would have been. The vein in my neck was pulsating with the rush of blood, which made me lightheaded and I became oblivious to everything but the beautiful woman in front of me. Why had I ignored the name coincidence, I couldn’t say now. at the time though, the significance seemed unimportant, or so my mind was telling me.

My fingers traced from her mouth to the chin and I gently lifted her face towards mine, pressing my lips against hers, pausing in a moment, both of us perfectly still. I let go of her chin, burying my hand in her hair, and the kiss became passionate. Her lips parted under my tongue, I could again taste the sweetness of honey, scent that was still lingering in my nose from the drink I had taken minutes ago in the downstairs parlor. I was kissing her hard, my tongue exploring her mouth, caressing her own tongue, brushing against her teeth. My hand in her hair held her face against mine as if I was afraid she might jerk away from me and I’d lose the sweetness forever. She sucked onto my lower lip and opened her eyes, winking at me and in a moment of playfulness we both giggled, finally separating from the kiss.

“We can do anything you want, Thomas.” She said and my heart skipped a beat at the words every young man yearns to hear. The feeling of exhilaration was replaced by a dread.

“How’d you know my name?” I asked suspiciously.

She wasn’t exactly caught off guard, but she did weigh her answer before she let it out. “Dick told me.”

I was not satisfied. “When?” If I wasn’t certain of anything else, I knew that Dick hadn’t had a second alone with her or the other girls. At least on this particular day.

The pretty face frowned and she pulled away from me. Absentmindedly, she knocked the heel of her boot against the wooden floor, refusing to respond.

“When, Jeannie? When did he tell you that?” Red flags were popping up all over the place. Old people who turned out to be young or at least not so old. Three women, all near replicas of my lovers from long ago. Animals, of which I could not tell if there were two or only one and the first time around I had seen it wrong. Marijuana alone could not have been blamed for that, not even the most potent kind.

The girl still didn’t answer. Her face went blank and she sat next to me with her head bowed as if in shame. I was uncertain what to do next. I wanted to touch her again. I yearned to be touched by her.

“I’m sorry.” I said finally, breaking the silence, of which I had just become acutely aware. The minute Jeannie closed the door to the room, all sound was drowned and the quiet in the room heavily enveloped my entire being. No hushed conversation or music was heard from downstairs. For the house this poorly constructed it was quite unusual. I looked out of the small and dirty window next to the bed and realized that the room was facing the front of the house. I could see my car, a battered old dodge sitting in what was supposed to be a driveway, but was really just a worn out dirt path. Next to it was a steel water pump, a bucket hanging on it, rhythmically banging against its stem in the gentle breeze. I couldn’t hear the sound of the steel clashing together.

“I’m very tired and I don’t feel like myself. I’m sorry, really.” I repeated and Jeannie lifted her head, her face clear and even younger looking than it had been a minute ago.

“I know, Dick told me. That you were tired, that is.” She emphasized the old man’s name. “And don’t ask me when, now!” Followed a warning. “He just did.”

I truly felt the fatigue spreading through my body and I wasn’t even sure that I could do anything with Jeannie or any other breathtakingly beautiful woman. My eyelids droopy and limbs feeling heavy like led, all I wanted to do was lay down, close my eyes, and drift into what I hoped would have been a dreamless sleep.

Jeannie twisted her upper body, leaving me with a view of her small back, covered with a waterfall of golden hair. One of her arms came over and around her head, brushing the hair to one side. “Help me with this.” She said and pointed to the small buttons with the other hand.

With trembling fingers, I carefully undid her dress from top to bottom, feeling the first stirring of my cock. I wanted her so much!

I expected to find a corset or a brassiere, such as had been worn by women in the time that matched the dress she wore. To my great surprise, she pulled the dress over her shoulders and there was nothing but bare skin. No bra or any other kind of restrain that women would normally wear.

She pushed the dress past her waist and over her hips, again revealing nothing but soft skin, firm and olive complexioned. She was truly a beautiful woman. Everything on her seemed to be perfection. Hair, skin, teeth, figure and face. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I yearned to make love to her, not just to fuck her as expected with a whore. Or is it? I didn’t really know, I hadn’t had much experience in that particular department. Like I said before, where sex was concerned, I had always been lucky enough to find a pussy or at least a willing pair of hands to satisfy my desires.

Jeannie let the dress fall to her ankles, stepped out of it gracefully and turned around. My breathing became heavy at the sight of her entire body. She was exactly as I would have described my ideal woman to be. Narrow waist, wide hips but not too much so; long thin legs, muscular, just like her arms. Her breasts were full and heavy, almost too big for her slim frame, but I could see that they were natural. Soft muff between her legs matched the color of her hair. It was carefully trimmed into a small triangle, without any sign of stubble.

She stood in front of me and started into my eyes unwaveringly. She pulled the long gloves off one by one, carefully as if they were made of paper. One of the gloves dropped on the floor where it landed in a small pile. She straightened the other one out and wrapped its ends around each of her hands.

“Ever been blindfolded?” she asked and a small voice inside my head told me not to let her do what she was attempting to.

“Not really,” I gasped, by now my hard cock aching against the tightness of my jeans. I parted my legs just like she had done before when still wearing a dress and she stepped in between them, leaning her upper body towards my face, pressing one of her breasts on my lips.

I kissed the firmness of it, encircling my tongue around the nipple and finally sucking on it. Jeannie moaned, closed her eyes and let her head fall back. I felt hot and horny, ready for anything, at the same time willing to let her do all she wanted to. With her nipple still between my lips she brought her head back up and carefully wrapped the long glove around my head, covering my eyes, tying it firmly on the back. The material felt thick against my skin and I was unable to see anything. Complete darkness enveloped me, but I didn’t care. I had seen what I needed to see already, now I wanted to feel it. With my sight disabled, I was certain my other senses would intensify.

Jeannie moved her body away from me and took my face into her hands. I jumped a little when I felt something soft and warm touch my lips, until I realized that she had just pressed a very soft kiss on them. Her tongue gently probed between my lips, entering my mouth and caressing my own tongue, brushing against my teeth, all the while every touch of it felt like a low charged electric current surging through my body.

She broke the kiss and I felt her hands against my shoulders, pushing me away from her, onto the bed. I felt her unbuttoning my shirt, quickly and expertly, much more so than my attempt to undo her dress minutes before. She pushed the shirt half-way down my torso, trapping my arms with it, which made me not only blind, but also incapable of reaching out and touching her.

She pulled my boots off one by one, and with unmistakable thud of the heel against the wood they clonked somewhere close to the bed. I could feel her tugging at my jeans, freeing the stud button of its hole, undoing the zipper, slowly running the small holder down its silver teeth and a moment later, my cock was out in the open, relieved of its restrains, eager for more attention. She pulled my jeans and boxer shorts off my ass in one determined motion, scrunching them down me legs and over my ankles, freeing me completely.

I felt her kneel between my legs and wrap her arms over my thighs. Soft kisses that she planted on my stomach, hips and thighs had the effect of electricity just as her tongue had in my mouth moments ago. My cock was throbbing and probably waving in her face, begging to be awarded a kiss by her warm lips, too. She took her time though. She licked, kissed and sucked on my skin everywhere, yet leaving my cock unattended. I was ready to blow right then, she had me right where she wanted me and she knew it.

She made me feel like an inadequate youngster. I had never desired a woman so much in my entire life prior or since. I was afraid I would ruin everything by cumming too soon; I wanted her to see what I could do. I wanted to impress her. At the same time, I wanted to give myself to her completely, let her do whatever that little heart desired. If she wanted to teach me, I’d learn. If she wanted to enjoy me, I’d perform. I believe that somewhere in the depths of my mind, my true Jeannie and Jeannie the whore blended together, creating a perfect creature.

I could feel something wet and cool touch the head of my cock. Soft lips enveloped it and pushed down on it, from the feeling that I had I realized she must have buried my entire cock deep inside her mouth. I could feel it hitting the back of her throat.

I wanted to reach out and touch her hair, play with it, comb it with my fingers, but the shirt was restraining my movements and all I could do was lay on the bed, gently push my pelvis against her face and moan.

It was a very odd feeling to be at complete mercy of a stranger. I had never been so passive in a sex act. The feeling was arousing, but freaky. I felt completely vulnerable; she could have done many bad things to me before I had the time to free myself of the makeshift restrains. Trying not to spoil the feeling of absolute ecstasy I relaxed and simply let her do her little magic on me.

It was a very good magic, I had to admit. She was obviously an expert in blowjobs. My cock was deep inside her mouth with one of her hands firmly squeezing at the root of it, the other one must have reached for her own hair, as I suddenly felt a soft tickle over my nipples, which then traced the sensation down to my stomach and around the belly button, returning up the my neck and tickling against my throat. It mind blowing!

Despite more enjoyment than ever before, I wanted her to stop and let me work on her for a while. I wanted to kiss her pussy, which I was sure was just as sweet and soft as her lips had been. I wanted to taste her tarty juices, push my finger inside her soft warmth and then follow it with my cock. I wanted to make love to her and then fuck her senseless. I yearned to make her feel half as good as she was making me feel at that very moment.

Her mouth was tight on my cock now, the squeeze of the fingers around its root became more intense, I could feel her tongue brushing up and down, encircling its head, even though the entire thing was buried deep inside her. Fuck, she is good! I thought and as if in response, she moaned, sending a wave of butterflies through my body from the neck all the way down to my toes.

I could feel my balls tingle and shrink. My cock throbbed in sign of an oncoming orgasm. “Oh, Jeannie…” I gasped, wanting desperately to push the blindfold off and see her take it all in. All of it to the last drop. Her entire mouth seemed to have tightened around my cock, not just her lips. It was a freaky feeling that I had never experienced before.

I felt the cum surge through my cock and explode inside her mouth. It was like a hot liquid that originated in my balls and I was able to feel its entire course, yelping in surprise. I had never had an orgasm this strong. As I was erupting inside her mouth, she seemed to have helped by sucking it powerfully and firmly. I was but a hair away from hurting, but she managed to avoid that. Whatever she was doing, I had never had it done like that before and it felt good!

I kept cumming and cumming, my cock throbbed five or six times, and continued throbbing more and more. I could feel an oncoming headache as my temples began vibrating in a dull pain. I knew I should have been done cumming by then, but my cock kept on. My juices kept pouring out into her mouth and she continued sucking. The longer the orgasm, the stronger my thrusts against her face. I couldn’t seem to stop.

My balls must have been the size of peanuts by now, still the sensation of ecstasy continued and I tried to enjoy it as much and as long as I could. I felt her hand leave the root of my cock and in synchronicity with the other one reach over my torso, her fingers pinching my nipples hard, making me jerk, unable to sit up as her head was still buried deep in my lap.