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Eager to relax after a hard night of work, I laid down on my couch, closing my eyes as I slipped my hand down my pants...

"Hey sexy. Didn't I just see you yesterday?"

I glanced up and watched as Natalie Portman came walking out of my bedroom and into the living room. I smiled. Somehow, despite her extremely busy filming schedule, and the time spent with her husband and their baby boy, the actress always made time for me. As usual, she looked as though she'd just stepped out of some extremely trashy porn film, or off of some street corner. Her hair was short, like it had been for some time after she'd finished filming V for Vendetta, neatly parted, and she was wearing far too much makeup for a lady of her class. Her eyelids were a little too blue, her lips just a little too red, and her cheeks just a little too flush. The lit cigarette dangling between those lush lips was a nice little extra touch.

"You know we don't smoke in the house," I chided, grinning as she stepped around the couch and into full view. Even in the low light of my basement apartment, I could still make out everything, every little detail of the slutty little outfit she was wearing. A black halter top rode up her mid-section, stopping just high enough on her modest breasts that it could legally be worn in public. On the way down, it melted into a dangerously high black leather miniskirt. Her gorgeous, slender legs were covered in purple fishnets that slid all the way down into the two inch black stiletto heels. It was like an erotic dream come true.

Natalie smiled, placed a hand on her hip and took a long drag before removing the cigarette. After blowing a thick cloud of smoke in my direction, the brunette chuckled. "I'm a figment of your imagination asshole, ergo, I'll fucking smoke if I fucking want to." I loved it when she talked dirty. "You like what you see?"

I nodded and cocked an eyebrow. I could feel my dick getting hard just watching her.

"Good," She took one last drag from her cigarette and dropped it on the floor. Before it could do any real damage to the carpet, she crushed it out with the toe of her left heel.

She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed me hungrily, "So," she said, pausing as her eyes traveled up and down my body, "What'll it be this time? Blowjob? Anal? Sixty-Nine?" She smiled seductively and started tapping her foot. I'd been lying on my couch, but now I stood up and walked over to her, my eyes traveling up and down her body, stopping on all the bits that they liked. This took some time.

"Let's see what happens," I whispered, leaning in for a kiss. Natalie's lips met me halfway and before long we were swapping saliva as our tongues wrestled. I could feel her hands sliding up and down my body and decided turnabout was fair play. I started with my hands on her waist. One slipped around and cupped her left ass cheek, squeezing it gently and causing her to squeal softly as we kissed. The other hand slid slowly up the side of her trim stomach until it found its way to her right breast. I started to squeeze it gently. I loved the way her small tits felt in my hand. They were just large enough to get a good handful. Massaging it gently, I pulled away from the kiss just long enough to look into her dark brown eyes. Even in the dark, I could see that they were filled with lust.

Jumping back into the kiss, I pulled the right side of her halter top down. Of course she wasn't wearing a bra and her breast was exposed. My thumb and forefinger started playing with the pert little nipple, squeezing and tugging on it, and she moaned a little more while our lips were locked together. Pulling my other hand, albeit reluctantly, away from her firm ass, I started sliding Natalie's top up over her stomach. I continued until it was up and over her chest, both breasts free now.

Lingering for a moment, our tongues touching sporadically, I moved on to her neck. Her arms had moved up now and both hands were on the back of my head, pulling me in tightly as my lips grazed the warm sensitive flesh of her neck. "Mm," Natalie moaned. "Yeah." While I leisurely nibbled my way down her neck, my erection growing with ever inch, pardon the pun, I played with both of her tits, squeezing them and rubbing them in a circular motion. Finally my tongue slipped down past her collarbone. While I played with her right breast, gently biting on the nipple and tugging with my teeth, my left hand slid down to her leg, just below the bottom of her skirt. I slowly began to slide it up her thigh as my tongue traced circles around her hard nipple.

As my hand slipped up beneath her skirt, toward her hot moist treasure box, something seemed off. More accurately, something felt off. I pulled away from her breast and looked into her eyes again, a quizzical expression on my face. She still had those sex hungry eyes, and didn't seem to realize anything was wrong. Slowly, I dropped down onto my knees, my face level with her crotch. Carefully, a sneaking suspicion dawning on me, I started to slide the skirt up around her hips.

"Um," I said softly when I noticed the bulge in her tight black thong. "Natalie?" I asked.

"What?" she said abruptly, apparently torn from the mood.

"Um," I repeated. How could I ask what I was about to ask? I glanced up to see her looking down at me. The lust wasn't gone from her gaze, but it was ebbing. Not knowing what to say and, although I wasn't aware of it, holding my breath, I slipped my fingers beneath the band of her thong and pulled it down.

"Holy shit!" she screamed, eyes glued to the cock hanging down between her thighs. "What the fuck is that?"

"I think it's a dick," I said. It might seem idiotic, but I really didn't know what else to say. I looked up at her. "Natalie, why do you have a dick?" I leaned down to get a better view. Her pussy was gone, replaced by the male member and a set of balls protruding from her neatly trimmed crotch. "Where's your pussy?" I added lamely.

"It's your fantasy," she said impatiently, "The fuck should I know?"

"Uh huh," I said shaking my head. It looked so strange, dangling down there between the starlet's decidedly feminine legs. It was surprisingly large too. I didn't have a ruler handy, but it was probably about five inches long, and the way it was drooping, I was pretty sure she was still flaccid.

"So now what?" she asked. Sensing that the mood was momentarily lost, she pulled a pack of cigarettes from the side of her skirt band and lit another one.

I didn't know what to say. My erection was gone now, crushed by the surprise I'd found in her panties. "I don't know," I relented. I walked back over and sat down on the couch. This certainly wasn't what I'd been expecting, or what I'd been planning on. I leaned forward, resting my cheeks in my hands. "Maybe it'd be better if we ended this for now," I finally said. "The mood's gone anyway." I couldn't help but glance at her manhood. It was definitely bigger than mine. Was I jealous? I banished the thought. Something must have slipped past my subconscious. That was probably it. I'd kill the fantasy for now, and try again later when my mind was clear.

"Whatever," she said, taking an extremely long drag. Now she was looking down at her member, experimentally touching it. I could see it starting to grow, and decided to end this before it got any worse.

Closing my eyes, I returned to reality. When I opened them, to my shock, I was still sitting there in the dark, the newly appendaged Natalie still standing there. She was pressing on her dick now with one hand, the other one cautiously inspecting her new testicles. "This is fucked up," she whispered.

"You're telling me," I said. No matter how I tried, I couldn't seem to end the fantasy. I was starting to get a little nervous.

She looked over at me, "Maybe you're a faggot. I mean, it's your fantasy. You're the one imagining me with a dick."

"Am not!" I shouted, maybe a little too quickly. I stood up and started pacing. "I can't end this," I finally admitted. "I can't seem to wake up from this deranged dream. I was scared and my body was shaking a little.

"Okay, okay," she said slowly as she stepped toward me, her voice soothing. "You're not gay. Maybe we should just go with this though."

"I don't think so," I said, shaking my head and putting my hands up. Glancing down, I noticed she'd sprouted another few inches, probably about eight now, and it was sticking straight out. I couldn't get over how strange it looked. I'd been fantasizing about Natalie Portman since I'd first seen her in Attack of the Clones, and those fantasies had never featured a functioning cock, at least not on her end.

"What are you so afraid of," she asked, a slight smile crossing her lips. "It might be fun." She put a hand on my shoulder to stop my endless pacing. "Why don't you sit down, and I'll make you forget about my little friend," she offered. Natalie didn't give me much choice. Without forcing me, she gently pushed me until I was sitting down on the couch. Spreading my legs, she dropped down onto her knees and smiled up at me. As she ran her hands up and down the length of my jean covered legs, she tilted her head. "Just don't think about it," she whispered.

Easier said than done, but I decided to give it a try. I couldn't seem to end the fantasy and I really didn't have a choice anyway.

Both hands found their way to the fastenings on my jeans. Natalie unbuttoned and unzipped them. Smiling up at me the entire time, the lower half of her body out of view, she reached down beneath the rim of my boxers and started massaging my dick. I had to admit it felt good, and for a time, it made me forget about her uninvited guest. "You like that?" she asked in a sexy voice. The lust was back in her eyes.

I nodded. Her hand felt so good as she caressed my shaft, and I could feel it growing again. "Apparently somebody's having a good time anyway," she whispered. Finally, she pulled it out, and slid my boxers and jeans down. I lifted my ass a little so she could get them down far enough to get my cock out. She smiled. One hand was wrapped tightly around my dick, the other had snaked down between her legs, and I didn't want to think about what it might be doing. Her hand moved slowly, squeezing tightly and making me gasp.

"BJ it is," Natalie said quietly, before leaning down to gently kiss the tip of my seven inches. Her wet lips felt amazing on the head, and before long she was swirling her tongue around. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Her lips slid down around the head and she started to suck lightly on it as her tongue worked it's magic. I was in heaven. My hands found their way to the back of her head, holding on to her short hair, and gently pushing her mouth farther down.

I could hear her gasping and moaning a little as her head started bobbing up and down. Her lips rode me for a good three or four minutes, taking about half of my member, before she let it slip out. She smiled up at me, and I noticed the shimmering trail of saliva that connected Natalie Portman's lips to my dick. Now she wrapped her lips around the side of my shaft, sucking on it and squeezing it as she moved up and down. It felt amazing. I wondered how long she could keep this up before I exploded. Her lips slid down the entire length until she was tonguing my balls. Each one slipped between her dark red lips for a moment. Natalie sucked on each one for a moment, while her free hand continued to slowly jack me off. I still couldn't bring myself to think about what that other hand was doing, but looking down, I could see the arm moving back and forth, toward me and then away at a steady pace.

Natalie pulled away from my balls and smiled up at me. She looked so sexy down there between my legs. She smirked, and lifted her body up for a long kiss, while her hand stroked my member. The actress must have seen my eyes widening as I glanced down between her legs and saw her hard dick hanging down, because she reached up with the hand that had been ministering to herself, to cup my chin and tilt it back up.

"Don't think about," she whispered, before leaning in for a long and lingering kiss. By the time we separated I'd been pacified. The thin brunette dropped back down to her knees and went back to work. This time she put it in her mouth, and released her hands. She used more force, sliding further and further down my erection. I could hear the slurping as she struggled to deep throat me. Using my hands I pushed down a little, forcing her further and further down until her chin was banging against my balls.

Natalie was struggling not to gag as she rode up and down in small increments, keeping most of my rock hard dick in her mouth for at least a couple of minutes before coming up for air. When she went back down, she repeated it, forcing me down her throat and gagging just a little as her head bobbed up and down as quickly as it could. She'd stop when reached the bottom, just letting me enjoy the tightness and warmth of her throat before bobbing again. She repeated this for a while, before coming up.

Now she slipped back into a lighter pace, sliding up and down about half of my erection and letting her tongue trail behind. I couldn't believe how much saliva she was producing. My dick was soaked, and now her hands – both of them, I noticed – were massaging my balls. It wouldn't be long now.

"Suck it," I coaxed her between breaths. "Yeah," I paused. This was it. "I'm gonna cum," I warned her. She let me slip out of her mouth and started jacking me as hard as she could. Before long I felt my balls tightened, and I was spraying glops of sticky white cum across the actress's face.

A strand splattered against her left eye and hung there, and another sprayed across her left cheek. Several blotches found their way into her hair. She smiled up at me, as my breathing slowly began to return, and slipped my softening member back between her lips, licking it clean for me. It took a moment for my breathing to become completely normal, but the pleasure from the orgasm was still there.

"A plus," I whispered, staring down at her cum covered face.

She smiled up at me. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

I shook my head. I'd been able to put her boner out of my mind, and the experience had actually been extremely pleasurable. "With or without a dick, you're an excellent cocksucker Natalie." I reached out and cupped her clean cheek in my hand. Feeling a little better, and ready to return to reality and get some sleep, I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I was still staring into Natalie's hungry eyes.

I'd never had much luck in the art of picking up women. That's not to say that it never happened, it was just infrequent at best. I would never call myself an Adonis, but I was attractive enough. I just lacked the confidence. Thus I'd developed a pretty active fantasy life to make up for it. Fortunately, God had seen fit to gift me with an extremely vivid imagination. I could close my eyes and get completely lost in another world, another life or, simply a sexual encounter. Up until now it was a gift that had served me well. Now it was starting to scare me. Okay, I'll be honest, it was scaring the hell out of me.

There were always stories about people who couldn't discern the difference between fantasy and reality and every time I heard them, I found myself wondering how they could let themselves drift so far. I'd never had any mental issues, no psychotic episodes in my sordid past, but I was starting to understand what it must feel like to completely lose your grip. It was freaking me out, but I was doing my best to keep calm. I knew that in actuality, I was lying on my couch, alone, probably with a few globs of cum on my stomach. I'd never lost myself like this, and I wasn't about to start now.

I tried not to think about the fact that, although my sexual imaginings had always been rather vivid, they'd never felt like this. I'd swear on a bible, in a court of law that I'd actually felt Natalie's warm lips caressing my hard-on. I had felt the moisture, and stimulating caress of her tongue. It was difficult to wrap my mind around the situation. Maybe I was going crazy. Out of desperation I pinched my arm. All I got for my trouble was a brief moment of pain.

"I see you're still here." I glanced down. Natalie Portman was still kneeling between my legs, my spunk drying on her face and in her dark tousled hair. The white shine of my baby batter was a rather sharp contrast to the dark blue of her eye shadow. She was wearing a curious smile.

Again my attention was drawn down between her legs. There should have been a pussy down there; hot, wet, and ready for penetration, but instead she'd been gifted with the tool that would do the penetrating. The starlet had a fist wrapped around it and was stroking her erection almost absent mindedly. I was sure that from the base of her well-kept bush to the tip of her purple mushroom head, she had to be at least eight inches, maybe a little more. It was all more than a little off putting. Even in the dark it stood out.

"Not for lack of trying," I whispered with a sigh. There had to be a way out of this.

"This feels great," she smirked, glancing down at her cock. Her rhythm was slow and steady. "Oh," she whispered. "Mm."

I stood up. "I'm so happy for you," I sneered. I walked away, toward the light switch. Maybe I could shock myself into waking up. I flipped the switch and had to squint for a moment as my eyes adjusted to the light. When I turned, Natalie was still there. She was standing now, even in two inch heels the actress was still several inches shorter than me. Her top was still up around her collarbone, leaving her small breasts and pert, bright nipples visible. She had a faraway look in her almond eyes as she continued to jerk her new appendage.

She sighed, and released her grip. Her dick fell forward resting against her left leg. It didn't look like it belonged there, laying against the purple fishnets. "You don't have to be such a dick about it." She slowly walked over, and I tried not to watch as her member swayed gently from side to side, showing no signs of softening. Against her petite frame, it looked even bigger than it probably was.

A moment later, she was standing in front of me. I had to admit that if I didn't look down, I could almost feel the mood returning.

Almost.

"You really can't end this, can you?" She tilted her head quizzically. "You're stuck here."

I rolled my eyes. I really wasn't in the mood to have a philosophical question with a self-admitted figment of my imagination. She gently stroked my cheek with the back of her fingertips. They were warm and soft, and once again I swear I felt them as though they were real. Afraid and unsure, I reached out and took her hand in my own. It had substance and warmth.

"No," I admitted. "I can't seem to wake up."

She took me by the hand and led me back to the couch. I wasn't sure where it came from, but before long, she was smoking another cigarette and offered me one. I nodded. She lit it and handed it over. Sucking on the filter, I felt the arid smoke fill my lungs and relax me a little. It was a fantasy, so I simply flicked the ashes on the floor when I needed to.

"Has this ever happened before?" she asked, leaning in. Somehow she'd managed to situate herself so that she was sitting facing me, one leg on the ground in front of the couch, and the other wrapped inward, covering her erection. If she'd done it to make me more comfortable, I definitely appreciated it. To be honest, I wasn't sure what had kept me from just totally losing it and freaking out already.

"No," I finally answered, taking another drag. "Never." I knew full well that the real Natalie Portman had gone to Harvard to study psychology, and the irony of the situation wasn't lost on me.

"Maybe you haven't cum yet," she offered, trying to be helpful. "Maybe that's why you're still here." She cocked both eyebrows.

"I don't think that's it," I told her. "Something's really wrong here."

"Well," she said slowly, as though she were testing the water. "Maybe," she paused long enough to lift her left leg and rest the heel on my shoulder, bringing her new endowment back into full view, "there's a reason you're still here." She used her chin to gesture down toward the stranger between her legs. "Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you something." Natalie stopped, allowing the awkward silence to hang in the air for a moment.

"I don't think so," I said, shaking my head. "I think if I were a homo, I'd have figured it out a long time ago. I like pussy," I finished.

Her gaze drifted from my eyes, locked on the couch. "You know," she said, rubbing my shoulder with her heel, "Gay and straight aren't the only two available options here." When I didn't answer, she continued. "Maybe you're bi. You know, sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't." She wrinkled her nose and smiled at her own joke.

I was less amused. Seeing her in the light, her sizable prick on display, it was even more unnerving. "Look," she finally said firmly. She took my chin in her hand and pulled me in for a soft slow kiss. We remained together for a time before she pulled away, taking my breath with her. "You like me," she whispered, "right?"

"You're just a slutty version of an actress I wanna fuck. I'll never actually have her, so my mind created you instead," I said slowly, still trying to catch my breath and longing, despite myself, to kiss her again.

A smile of triumph crossed those lips I desired so. "Exactly," she said, "Your mind created me and last time I checked, you're pretty much in control here." Natalie leaned in closer. "Now I'm sitting here with a massive boner, and I'm pretty sure that's not my doing." Her voice was soft, her breath warm against my cheek, and her point was indisputable.

"I don't know," I said, with little conviction. I found that, despite my nervousness, the desire to fight this was quickly leaving. When I looked down, I realized I was playing with her breast. I pulled my hand away.

"Don't over think it then," she said, her left hand sliding down to rub my flaccid member. "Just start slowly. Touch it."

I hesitated. Her attention was slowly making me hard again. Looking down at her crotch, I could see the ridges and the veins on her member. I had to remind myself that this was supposed to be Natalie Portman. In every aspect, she resembled the actress and star of so many of my fantasies. There was just one difference. One really big difference.

Cautiously, as she leaned in and began to nibble gently on my neck, I reached down. It took a moment or two to work up the courage, but finally I slid my fingertips against the warm hard flesh. I pulled back quickly when it flinched at my touch, and Natalie chuckled. Pulling her lips and teeth away from my neck, she looked me in the eye.

"It's okay," she whispered. "It won't bite." She smiled. "I might though."

Building my resolve, I touched it again. This time I didn't tear my hand away when it moved. I brushed my fingertips up and down the rough flesh of her tool. A small gasp escaped her lips every time her dick moved. I did this for what seemed like several minutes, watching and feeling it respond to me.

She was biting her lower lip now, that needy look in her eyes again. "Is that so bad?" she asked quietly, running her fingers slowly up the side of my face.

I just shook my head. It really hadn't been so bad, and I was starting to wonder what I'd been so afraid of. "Hold it," she whispered. Now both of her legs were up on the couch. The one was still resting over my shoulder. Her other leg was bent at the knee, her foot resting between my legs. She was rubbing her stiletto slowly up and down my hardening shaft.

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my hand around her dick. It felt firm, warm, and a little sweaty. It began to squirm. I let the confusion I was feeling slide away. It's not like I was doing anything to her that I hadn't done to myself a hundred times. She smiled. "That feels great," she whispered. "I see why guys tend to think with their dicks."

"It only gets better," I said, before I'd thought about it. Though I hadn't meant it the way she took it, her eyebrows lifted and I could see the arousal in her eyes.

"Stroke it," Natalie whispered. "Stroke my dick for me."

I'd already gone this far. Besides, this was a fantasy right? At worst I was just giving myself the mental equivalent of a hand job. Where was the harm?

I started to jerk Natalie's cock. She arched her back, and tilted her head back. "Yeah," she said softly. "Mm, just like that." I kept my pace, sliding my hand slowly all the way down to the base, and back up to the purple tip, tightening my grip every so often. Her penis felt as real in my hand as mine did when I masturbated. It was more than a little unnerving. "Play with my balls," she moaned.

Her sack hung down below, resting on the couch cushion. How far was I willing to go here, I wondered, staring down at the wrinkled scrotum. They weren't huge, but they were certainly a good match for her dong. I touched them with my free hand. I squeezed one of her rocks softly, and elicited a moan. I was careful not to squeeze them too hard.

It dawned on me that, for some strange reason, I was sitting on my couch giving Natalie Portman a hand job while I played with her balls. So many things in that sentence were completely fucked up that I didn't even bother keeping count.

I quickened my pace, and her breathing sped up to match. I stopped when I reached the peak, and pressed my thumb down against head while I jerked the top couple of inches.

"That's great," she gasped. "Stroke that dick!"

Surprisingly I was kind of getting into it. I felt a little thrill every time her dick shifted in my hand, or every time she bucked her hips to meet me.

"You're good," she said between breath, tilting her head up so that she could look at me. I felt the warm dab of pre cum on my thumb, but I kept on going.

I started jacking her faster and faster, and her breaths became more and more ragged, her body starting to shake. I wasn't sure how I'd gone from unwilling and vehemently against this to actively enjoying it, but maybe there was something to what she had said. Maybe I was bisexual. It was certainly something to think about. My hand was moving up and down at a feverish pace now, but she didn't seem ready to explode just yet. My other hand was cupping her testicles, massaging them.

"You like that?" I asked her, grinning.

"Mm hmm," and a gentle nod of her head was the only response she could manage. I noticed I was completely hard now. I used the hand that had been groping her family jewels, and took hold of myself. I started masturbating furiously as I continued Natalie on her own journey toward orgasm.

I didn't know how far along she was, but I knew I wouldn't be long.

"Almost..." she took a deep breath, "Almost... there..." I started pumping her as quickly as I could. "Faster!" she commanded and I obeyed. I watched as her body began to convulse. Her hips were bucking furiously now matching my speed and motion. "Gonna... Gonna cum," she whispered, but it was almost lost in the sound of her gasps and ragged breaths.

When she finally erupted, it was like watching a fountain. A stream of warm sticky jizz shot into the air at least four or five inches and landed on my hand and wrist. For a moment she held her breath and cried out. I kept on stroking her dick until it stopped spurting. I don't know if it was just timing or the way her seed felt on my hand, but I came almost immediately after. I felt a rush as I exploded. Both of my hands were covered in cum now.

When I looked back up, she was sitting up a little and smiling seductively at me. "That was amazing," she said. Natalie immediately shifted onto her knees and leaned in to kiss me feverishly on the lips. She took my hands in her own, rubbing her palms against the cream we'd produced. When Natalie's lips left mine, she was grinning.

"So," she asked. "How does it feel to have just finished your first hand job?" she wiggled her eyebrows playfully and, before I could answer, she started cleaning my hands, taking each finger between those beautiful lips and licking them clean.

"Honestly," I said, coming down from the high, "I'm not sure." I could feel waves of electricity as she gently sucked on each finger.

A few moments later, she finished and there wasn't a trace of cum left. She must have swallowed it all. She came up so we were face to face again. "That's fair," she said, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my eyes. "You did a damn good job," she added, "for what it's worth."

I leaned in and kissed her again, slowly and gently. When I pulled my lips back, I glanced down between her legs. The dick was still there, but it was soft and spent now. She pushed me down onto my back, and crept down between my body and the back of the couch. Natalie was on her side, her bare breasts pressed against my side, her fingers lazily tracing circles around my nipple. I could feel little Natalie rubbing against my thigh, but it didn't bother me as much anymore.

"Thank you," I finally whispered. She smiled and nuzzled my cheek.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them she was gone. I was lying alone on my couch, hand resting on my exposed crotch and covered in my seed. Taking a deep breath, I reached over for some Kleenex to clean myself up. I wasn't sure what had just happened, or the why or how of it, but part of me was glad it had.

Of course, had I known what I know now; if I'd known what was still to come, I would have been scared shitless. Fortunately for me at the time, I didn't, so I was able to simply enjoy the moment. I tried not to think too much about it as I showered and got ready for bed. It was almost noon and I'd have to be up by eight thirty tonight to get ready for work.

"Thinking about me again already? Getting kind of clingy aren't we?"

I turned and my heart skipped a startled beat when I saw her sitting in the passenger seat of my old, rundown cougar. Her hair was longer now, tied back in a ponytail and her face wasn't covered in makeup, but it was definitely Natalie Portman. There was a mischievous gleam in her dark eyes as she smiled at me. Looking nothing like the tranny whore I'd jerked off this morning, there was still a strong sense of sexuality about her. Her eyelashes were thicker than I remembered, and although she hadn't caked on the face paint, there was the hint of it in the soft red above her eyes, and the much more subdued red of her lips. Her outfit was a little more casual then the hooker getup she'd been wearing the last time I'd seen her as well. A dark blue V neck T shirt clung to her upper body, and a tight pair of blue jeans covered her legs and hugged the subtle curve of her hips.

Her window was half down and her fingers were holding the tip of her cigarette over the edge of the pane.

"You might wanna watch the road," she said in a matter of fact tone, ending the sentence with a subtle smile and gesturing toward the windshield.

"Shit!" I shouted when I looked up and realized I was veering slowly toward the shoulder. I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Since waking up, I'd been doing my best not to think about what I'd done earlier before bed. What I'd imagined I'd done, my mind corrected itself quickly.

"Don't ask me," she said, taking a long drag. I watched the cherry burn bright orange, my eyes slowly drifting down the cigarette and noticing the way her lips looked wrapped around the filter as she sucked on it. I felt a stirring in my own jeans that wasn't entirely welcome right now. "You're the one who was thinking about me. You think I don't have better things to do?" There was an erotic quality to the way she would breathe out a thin cloud of smoke, but I tried not to dwell on it.

I shook my head. "You're not real!" How many times were we going to have this discussion? "You only exist because I don't get laid enough."

Waking up I'd felt much better. I was certain that whatever had happened this morning had been related to several nights of restless sleep. Now I was starting to wonder again. "Now, just sit there and shut the fuck up!" I paused, my mind trying to form cohesive thoughts and failing miserably. "And for God's sake put your seatbelt on!" I watched in smug satisfaction as the figment of my imagination put her delicate hands up in supplication, offered a look of mock apology, and pulled her seatbelt on. "Thank you," I added lamely, returning my focus to the road and switching the headlights on. It was starting to get dark out.

"Now's not a good time," I finally said, growing tired of the awkward silence growing between us. "I have to work."

"Well, I'm sorry," she offered, and I knew something else was coming. She was giving me an appraising look as she finished her cigarette and threw the butt out the window. "I'm sorry that you don't seem to have any control over your own libido."

Once again I shook my head. That seemed to happen a lot when I imagined she was around. I shrugged. "I wasn't even thinking about sex," I told her as I rolled my window down and lit my own cigarette. The cool night breeze felt good against my cheeks. It had been hot as hell out lately and any small relief from that was nice. "I was just thinking about what happened this morning."

She cocked an eyebrow in that annoying way she had and the edge of her lip turned upward. "You mean when you choked my chicken for me? When you made my dick explode all over your hand? Is that what you were thinking about?" Natalie tilted her head quizzically. "Did I get it right?"

I nodded.

"Hate to break it to you, but that's sex my friend."

"Not like that," I said quickly. "I mean I was trying to figure out why it happened, what was going on in my head at the time." I shrugged and avoided looking at her, instead concentrating on my cancer stick. Normally smoking helped me relax a bit, but having her around seemed to make me immune.

"You wanted cock," she smirked. "You needed a nice hard dick in your hand," she laughed a little vindictively, "That's what was going through your mind." She glanced down at my jeans and both of her eyebrows rose. "You want it again right now don't you? Seriously," she feigned surprise, "your appetite for dick is getting insatiable you little cock slut." She laughed even harder.

I couldn't grace her with a look, even though it probably would have burned a hole right through her. I was furious and tried to concentrate even more on my driving. The sky was getting even darker now and it seemed like we were the only car on the road. Instead of acknowledging her comment, I took a long drag and opened the can of coke I'd grabbed before leaving home. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently.

"Come on," she said, "Lighten up. I'm just shitting with you." Her hand drifted up my neck, fingertips sliding around my earlobe. "You get so damn uptight." I flinched away, trying to reconcile my anger at her with my growing arousal. Acting hurt, and putting on a good show of it, she pulled her hand away. "Fine, have it your way. You can sulk like a little pussy all you want, but if you're not interested, then why the fuck am I still here?"

She had me there.

"You know I'm right," she added bitterly.

"You're right," I relented as I shifted lanes to pass an old Mustang. I tossed my spent cigarette out the window and glanced at my fantasy lover. The actress was smiling now, and her hand found its way to my leg, slowly sliding up and down between my thigh and my knee. She removed her seatbelt and leaned in. Even as angry and frustrated as I was with her right now, there was an irresistible quality about the young actress. Even after all of this I still had to admit I wanted her, dick or no dick. I wondered what that said about me.

"You're just as horny as I am right now," she whispered, and her warm breath in my ear made me gasp as it sent a chill down my spine. If I hadn't been completely hard before, I sure as hell was now. Her hand was in my lap as she planted soft kisses on my neck. It was getting a little harder to pay attention to the road with Natalie's hand grabbing my dick, but I did my best.

"Probably more so," I admitted in tones of defeat, performing a quick course correction lest we wind up in the ditch. Lest I wind up in the ditch, I reminded myself. It was getting harder and harder to believe that Natalie wasn't really sitting beside me. She was on her knees on the passenger seat now, pulling the collar of my shirt aside with her free hand to caress my shoulder with her warm lips.

"I have an idea," she said with a devilish grin, "but I should probably drive."

I blinked and suddenly I was in the passenger seat with Natalie Portman behind the wheel. "Pull it out," she said, her eyes trained on the road. Even in my fantasy, Natalie was ever the careful driver. I undid my jeans, reached beneath the band of my boxers and pulled my woody out. She laughed and I felt a little confused.

"I meant mine," she offered, an amused look on her face. "Take my cock out. I'd do it, but I should probably keep my hands on the wheel."

I couldn't fault that logic, but I was still a little uneasy. "What did you have in mind?" I asked carefully, not taking my eyes off of her face.

"Just take it out already," she said abruptly. "I'm losing wood here."

A little curious, and a lot nervous, I decided to humor her. In the back of my mind I had a sneaking suspicion I knew where this was going, but I tried not to think too far ahead. I reached over and unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled the zipper down. A quick glance around told me that we were the only cars out on this stretch of highway, but I wondered how long that would hold true. She lifted her ass just enough to allow me to pull her jeans down below her waist. She was wearing a pair of lacy black underwear, and her member was straining against it. Pulling on the band, I slid the front down enough to allow her cock to burst free. It was just as big as it had been this morning, easily topping the eight inch barrier.

Without being told, I took it in my hand and started working it. She smiled. "That's nice." I worked her flesh pole slowly, secretly delighting in the looks of subtle pleasure on Natalie's face. Not that I'd ever let her know I enjoyed this on any level though. "That's right," she said, "Work it."

This went on for a few minutes, and I'd developed a pretty steady rhythm, matching it on my own dick. Her next words made me freeze in place.

"Kiss it," she said softly, clearly lost in the moment.

"Um," I offered up. Not one of my better retorts I'll admit.

"Come on," she pleaded. "I promise you'll like it." She'd turned her attention on me just long enough to offer up her best attempt at puppy dog eyes. "Please..."

They toppled my defenses.

I was already holding it. Besides, as I'd reminded myself so many times this morning, this was all in my head anyway, right? I was really behind the wheel, driving to work, paying just enough attention to the road to avoid wrecking. That was when I was reminded of the uncanny realness of these fantasies with her. I was feeling everything. Her dick had weight and heat in my hand, and I could feel the wind over the right side of my face from the passenger window.

"Okay," I finally relented.

"Yay!" she shouted gleefully.

Taking a deep breath, I shifted my weight so I could lean over the center console and get into a better position. It took a moment, but finally I was on my knees on the seat, ass up, leaning in toward her. I'd definitely fantasized about this before, but I'd always been on the receiving end. My descent seemed to take an eternity, the growth between her legs seeming bigger and bigger the closer I got. Speaking toward the reality of the experience, I could smell the sweat and sex coming from between her legs.

About an inch or so away from kissing it, I stopped to really look at it. Not that I could really see much in the dark, but there was enough of a visual to get my heart racing. My imaginary lover had only asked me to kiss it, but I could see where this was going, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. It was long, and a little thinner than it had looked from afar. Probably her petite body had made it look wider than it was. In the dark I could see how dark the curly hair surrounding the base of her shaft was. My little Natalie was definitely a natural brunette. At least in this messed up fantasy of mine she was.

Finally, I gently pressed my lips against the sensitive head. Her body shook lightly beneath the soft touch, and I could feel the vehicle speeding up. When I turned to look, all I could see was steering wheel. I'd momentarily forgotten my position. It moved slightly beneath the touch of my lips as I kissed it again, this time with a little more pressure. Turning my gaze up at her, I wondered how far she was going to make me go. There was a pleased smile on her lips.

"You're a good kisser," she smirked, turning her eyes down toward me, no doubt admiring how much she liked the sight of me with my head between her legs. I took hold of it and started pumping the muscle slowly again. "Kiss your way down my dick," she directed, "slowly."

Lost in the moment, and not really sure how I felt about anything anymore, I complied. I held Natalie's stiffy up with my hand and slowly started kissing my way down the shaft, the odor growing fiercer in my nostrils. I worked my way slowly toward her balls, and stopped where they met her penis. She was breathing slowly and deeply now.

"Lick your way back up," she whispered.

Sticking my tongue out, I trailed my way up, leaving a thin trail of saliva in my wake. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to taste. Actually given that this was only happening in my obviously messed up head, I wasn't expecting to taste anything. I did though. It was a mixture of flesh, salt, and sweat. My tongue felt every vein, every contour and imperfection in the flesh, and when it jerked back toward her stomach unexpectedly, I leaned in to meet it.

"Mm," she moaned softly. "That's wonderful. God this is amazing." Obviously Natalie was enjoying this. Finally I reached the peak. "Circle the tip with your tongue," she said slowly, colleting her words between stray breaths. I gently circled the dark and extremely sensitive head of her penis a few times and was rewarded with a salty wetness on my tongue. It had to be Natalie's pre cum. "Do it again," she breathed.

I repeated the entire maneuver a few times, from bottom to top, becoming more and more comfortable with both the process and the taste. By the time I finished, the front of her hard-on was covered in a thin sheen of saliva.

"Suck me," she finally whispered. "Put me in your mouth." She looked down at me and there was a primal need in the young woman's eyes.

"Please," she added.

I didn't stop to think about it. I wrapped my lips around the top of her and began to gently suck on it, sliding my tongue across her sensitive head. I felt her body jump, and again felt a sudden change in the speed of the vehicle. "God," she followed it with a slow breath. "Fuck yeah." She settled back, and leaned further into the seat. Experimentally, I slid a little more in, probably about an inch and a half so far. I started to ride my lips up and down, keeping them tightly wrapped around her burning manhood.

"Uh huh," she quivered. "More..."

I slid another inch or so in, and felt it pressing against the back of my throat. I resumed the rhythm of the blowjob, breathing through my nose and inhaling her powerful scents as my head moved up and down in her lap.

"That's good," she purred. "So good." I felt a hand settle on the back of my hand, the fingers playing with my short hair as she began to guide my motions. "More," she whispered again, gently pressing my head down. As it slid into my throat, I began to feel like I was going to choke. I tried my best not to gag, but it wasn't working.

"Relax," she said, rubbing my head soothingly as she continued to impale my lips. I'd taken almost five inches now and I was starting to feel like I was going to throw up. Finally, pulling on my hair, she lifted my face completely off of her and slid free. She was smiling down at me. "Breathe for a minute," she advised, and just let it slide down. Don't fight it." Before I had a chance to respond, she'd pushed me down again, slipping her member about halfway down my throat in one swift motion.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered. "If she could feel this, I'll bet the real Natalie would kill to have a dick." It was getting a little easier for me now and from about the halfway point, I was rocking up and down, having my face fucked hardcore. "Watch the teeth," she winced, and I did my best "All the way now." From my position I didn't have the strength to stop it when she forced me all the way down. I practically fell over into her lap. I couldn't breathe at all, and my eyes went wide. I could feel her pubes tickling my nose, and it felt like forever before she let go.

"Your throat is so fucking tight," she grinned down at me as I came up gasping for air. Somehow I managed a smile back and went back to work.

I'd never sucked dick before, never really given it much thought at all, but now all I wanted was Natalie's cock in my mouth. I'd been working her slowly for several minutes when I felt the car come to a stop. I came up and looked around. We were at a stoplight and, to my horror, there was a car parked next to us. The teens in that car looked surprised when they saw my head come up, and I knew I was blushing. I glanced over at Natalie, but she was being no help.

She had a hand wrapped around an imaginary dick and was pretending to slide it in and out of her mouth while she looked at them. The she pointed down at me. I couldn't believe how embarrassed I was. I'd completely forgotten the fantasy, and this was all feeling just a little too real. The way they smiled at me and chuckled made me want to hide away and just die.

Natalie must have sensed it, because she reached over and turned my eyes back on her.

"Fantasy, remember?" I shrugged, my eyes drifting back toward her third leg. "Now, why don't you get your talented little mouth back around my dick so I can get my rocks off?"

"You're really good at this you know," she said as I went back to what I'd been doing. "Yeah," she added. I felt the car start to move again and I started to feel a little more comfortable. A short minute or two later and the incident had been forgotten and all that mattered to me was making Natalie cum.

Once again I was sucking her off like my life depended on it. My tongue was all over the place, while my teeth were kept out of the way. I managed to deep throat her a couple more times, and it was a little easier on each occasion. I still felt like I was going to gag, but the reflex was slowly going away. I'm not sure how long I was down there, but my jaw was starting to get a little sore when I finally felt her start to really move.

"Think... I'm... gonna..." I took that as a warning and quickly took her out of my mouth. Just in time too. As I was pulling away, Natalie went off like a geyser. I felt some of her hot cum splash against my cheek, but most of it came down on my hand and her panties. We were silent for a moment, before she seemed sated and started to calm. She was smiling, almost lovingly down at me, a hand reaching down to wipe her seed away from my cheek.

She held her finger out. "Taste it," she whispered. "Taste what you made me do."

That was a little more than I was willing to do, but when I tried to turn away, she grabbed me forcefully, taking her other hand off of the wheel. She held my face in place and forced her finger into my mouth, rubbing it against my tongue. "Fucking taste it," she commanded. There was an air of control and dominance that hadn't been in her voice before. And I did, not because I wanted to, but because I had no choice. It was salty and thick, and nothing like I'd expected. There wasn't an overwhelming taste to it at all. Looking up, I could see the harshness had faded from her almond colored eyes as she pulled her finger away. "How did you like your first taste of cum?" she asked sweetly.

I remained silent.

She smiled even more. "Well, you earned it. That was amazing." Natalie leaned down and kissed me on the lips, apparently having lost all interest in the road. I pressed in to her lips and closed my eyes. When the sensation faded, I opened them again to find myself behind the wheel, nearing the store I worked in. Looking down I saw that my pants had been undone. My dick was hanging out and I'd creamed myself.

"Just great," I thought out loud. This was going to be one hell of a night. Glancing back down, as I turned the corner, I couldn't resist. I wouldn't say Natalie's cum was delicious, but it wasn't bad either. I found myself wondering what it really tasted like. I rubbed my finger over a splotch on the tip of my satisfied organ and got a good dollop of semen.

Bringing it to my mouth, I found that it tasted exactly the same. How could a fantasy be that real, and why could I still feel it in my jaw? Probably I'd tasted my own cum when I'd thought I was tasting hers. That made sense. Maybe I'd been yelling or calling out while I masturbated. That could potentially explain the jaw, but I knew I was stretching for answers.

Still, what other explanation was there?

As soon as I stepped inside the store, ignoring the customers I might have accidently shoved aside, I made a bee line for the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, there was nobody inside so I had a moment to collect myself and try to arrange my s**ttered thoughts. Whatever was happening in the deepest recesses of my mind, I needed it to stop. Never mind that they'd been the most intense, most pleasurable fantasy experiences I'd ever had; they were starting to scare me. Aside from being fundamentally different from any fantasy I'd ever had, there was something almost sinister about the version of Natalie Portman that I'd apparently conjured up.

It was the glint in her almost supernaturally dark eyes when she'd ordered me to taste her cum. There was something there, beyond any masochistic sexual scenario I might have ever imagined. It was almost as though she had a mind of her own, a separate presence. I knew it was crazy, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I might not be alone in my own mind. It was almost more terrifying to think that I might be alone, that maybe my mind had fractured. I'd been severely depressed throughout most of my teen years and early twenties, and I still had minor relapses every once in a while. What if this was all the result of some deep seeded psychological damage?

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at myself in the mirror. I was both relieved and surprised to see that I looked relatively normal. Physically, there didn't seem to be anything different, but I found that I couldn't look too deeply into my own hazel eyes without turning away. I wasn't sure why, but I was afraid to see into myself. Shaking my head, I pulled a strip of paper towels from the dispenser and wetted them down. Squirting some soap on it, I retreated to the privacy of the handicap stall. Once the door was securely shut, I pulled my pants down and started wiping the cum from my dick and the pubic hair. I did the best I could to get it out of my pants and my boxers, but I think I ended up just rubbing it in.

"Out of sight out of mind," I told myself as I finished up. I tore the paper towel up a couple times and dropped it into the toilet bowl. Stepping back it flushed automatically, taking the soiled paper towel with it. Feeling a little better, knowing that I'd be running a few minutes late now, I finished up and headed toward the backroom.

"This is gonna be a long night," I told myself.

***

A few hours later, I was about two thirds of the way through with stocking the pet department. Aisle after aisle of dog food, cat food, cat litter, and just about anything else you might need to help make sure those cute little almost-members of the family were well cared for. I'd never been really big on them myself, pets I mean. We had a dog at home, and a couple of other little assorted critters, but none of them were mine per se. They had their benefits, or so pet owners said, but to me they simply amounted to extra work and responsibility. My apathy toward little furry friends aside, I actually kind of enjoyed working the department.

The product was easy to stock, and I knew every aisle by heart. Quite the exciting life I was living, I know. If nothing else, the work was pretty mundane, which allowed my mind to wander where it might, and I loved working overnights. I'd always been a night owl. I'd tried the other shifts and given them a chance, but I always came back to the nights. The night was my time. As I was setting some Friskies canned food on the shelf, doing my best not to think about Natalie, I was startled by footsteps behind me.

"Everything going all right over here?"

I turned to see our overnight manager, Haley Smith standing behind me. She was a cutie. A few years younger than my thirty, and several inches shorter than my six feet, I'd fantasized a lot about her in the year or so that she'd been running our shift. Her well-proportioned body had a healthy weight to it as well. Haley certainly wasn't fat, but she hadn't fallen in for the anorexic model look either, something that turned me on toward her a little more. A lot of people were into women who looked like Kate Moss or Lindsay Lohan at her worst, but to me women like that just looked a little ill. I wasn't a chubby chaser, but I liked a girl who had a little meat on her bones.

When she smiled, like she was doing now, her face had a mousy look about it that I thought was really cute. I glanced over the shiny dark auburn hair that stopped just past her shoulders and appreciated the dark red highlights. They were new and they looked great. Tonight she was wearing a royal blue blouse, buttoned all the way up, that subtly clung to her upper body without obviously showing off her chest. Her black slacks did the same, showing her curves without riding them too close. It made her look attractive and desirable without looking like a slut. Haley had an excellent sense of humor, probably one of the reasons she and I got along so well, and there was always a glimmer of that in her cobalt eyes.

"I'm doing alright," told her, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I hated the summer months here the most. The store closed for the night, so the powers that be had long ago decided that mere employees weren't important enough to run the air conditioning all night for. "Should be done with Pets by lunch, give or take."

She nodded. "Hopefully take," she said. "If you finish up over here, I'm gonna have you move over to household chemicals and help Mark finish up."

I nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem." I hoped she couldn't tell I was cautiously checking her out. If she noticed, she didn't say anything.

"Good. Let me know when you're done then."

I nodded. As she turned to walk away, I couldn't help but watch. Her full, round ass looked really good in those pants, and her hips had a very gentle natural sway to them as she walked. I could've watched her walk for hours on end.

"Nice." I rolled my eyes, recognizing that voice immediately.

I slowly turned around, feeling a sense of defeat. I wasn't surprised to see Natalie standing there, leaning against the opposite side of the aisle.

"She's a hottie," the actress opined. "Nice little ass on her too." She tilted her head and a devilish glint crept into her dark eyes. Cocking an eyebrow and smiling seductively, she asked, "So, you hitting that?"

"Go away," I said as impolitely as I could manage.

It seemed like Natalie looked different every time I saw her, almost like she was trying on different styles to see what suited her. This time her dark hair was short again, but she was sporting the same red highlights Haley had just added. Attempting to match the dress code to the best of her ability, Natalie had settled on a low-cut V-neck blouse, in the same royal blue as Haley's. Natalie's was sheer though, and made the black lacy bra she wore underneath nearly visible. There was also the fact that, despite the lesser stature of her chest, Natalie was managing to show off a nice amount of cleavage. Where my manager was wearing black slacks that were very professional, Natalie's low cut pants were tight black leather that clung to every inch of her lower body, ending in a pair of black heels. The gold-chain belt around her waist was a nice touch too.

I didn't see any signs of a bulge in that tight leather jungle, but that didn't mean it wasn't there somewhere just waiting to pounce.

As she started walking toward me, swinging her hips enticingly, I could almost hear her pants chaffing. The only thing off setting it was the click clack of her heels against the white tile floors. Beneath her left arm, she was carrying a notebook.

"Why the hell are you here?" I asked, keeping my voice down.

She snickered, "Aside from the intense satisfaction I get from watching you squirm?"

I nodded. "Yeah, aside from that."

"Just checking in," she said, glancing around the aisle. She picked up a can of cat food and held it in her hand, making the dark red nail polish she was wearing visible. "So, this is what you do for a living huh?" As usual, Natalie didn't wait for me to answer. "No wonder you don't get laid. Yuck."

"It pays the bills," I told her as I attempted to go back to work.

"Yeah, but is it worth it?" she asked, clearly mocking me. "No matter," she said, shaking her head as though she were trying to clear an unpleasant thought.

"You need to go," I told her. "I really don't have time for this."

"Time for what?" she asked demurely, stepping right up to me. Her hand caressed my cheek. "You mean the routine where I show up looking sexy as all hell; you get mad, stomp your feet and throw a tantrum like a whiny little five year old, and then," she leaned in closely, whispering in my ear, "we fuck each other's brains out." She stepped back, "is that what you don't have time for?"

I could feel the hairs rising on the back of my neck and, despite myself, I knew I still wanted her. I knew she was ruining me, and I probably wasn't going to do a damn thing about it. It was just a fantasy anyway, right?

"Oh yeah," she said sarcastically, "You really want me to leave." She tilted her head downward, no doubt alluding to the growing bulge in my jeans.

Apparently there was a part of me still willing to fight off her advances, because it rallied my defenses. "Look," I told her, "I don't know why you're here, or what's in that fucked up mind of mine that might have led to you, but you need to go."

Natalie took out the notebook and produced a pen. She opened it to the first sheet and started writing, "Doesn't pay attention," she wrote. She looked up at me, her face the image of professionalism now. "That's gonna come back and bit you in the ass on your review." The actress shook her head as she chided me.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Bad attitude too," she said, making more notes. "That's a really nice," she glanced down at my crotch and cocked an eyebrow, "Package," she said provocatively, "you've got going there." A thin smile crept up as she said it. "Look, like it or not, I'm here to stay. I'm not going anywhere any time soon." She closed the notebook up and placed it under her arm again. She slid her hand down and started rubbing my dick.

"Now, you can cooperate with me, and I can make things oh so nice for you or," Before I could do anything, she grabbed me and held my balls like a vice grip. I grimaced and did what I could to keep from crying out. I could feel a tear running down my cheek. "I can make your fucking life a living hell." She released her death grip on my equipment and it was all I could do to stay standing up.

Once again, she was cheery, happy-go-lucky Natalie. "It's your choice." She turned and started walking away, and despite everything that had just happened, and despite my deep set worries, I couldn't help but watch the show her ass was putting on.

"If I were you though," she added as she turned the corner, "I'd cooperate!" With that, she was gone. All I had to remember her by were my hurt pride and my aching nuts.

***

Lunch was over and it was time to go back in. This was always my least favorite part of the night; 3:00 AM.

Over the years, I'd developed a routine for my lunch breaks. I'd clock out, stop at the register and by something to drink, and sometimes something to snack on if I was hungry. Then I'd go out to my car, watch TV on my phone via Netflix, and smoke. It was a routine that I had come to enjoy and cherish. Currently I was watching Weeds and although I had never really been into the whole d**g culture, never having partaken myself, I still thought it was a witty and well written show. When the episode was over, I would dink around on the internet for the remainder of my break.

Yawning and stretching, I climbed out of my car and into the sweltering night air. Finishing my cigarette on the way back to the building, I dropped it in the parking lot and headed in. To my surprise, Haley was waiting for me when I stepped inside.

"Hey," I said. She had an emotionless expression on her face that was difficult to read.

She made an awkward steeple with her fingertips, "When you clock in, can you come see me in the office please." It wasn't a question, and she didn't seem overly thrilled either. I don't mind saying I was a little worried.

"Sure," I said, "Something wrong?"

"We'll talk about it when you clock in," she said, turning to walk toward the office.

"That was eerie," I whispered to myself. After clocking in, I headed back up toward the front of the store. Peering in the window on the office door, I could see her. Haley's back was turned to me. She was sitting in an office chair doing something on the computer. Steeling my confidence, I rapped lightly on the door.

After a second, she turned and gestured for me to come inside. I did so. "Close the door behind you," she said, facing her computer again. I complied and sat my ass down on the counter that ran along the right hand side of the office, my eyes drawn toward the tinted window that would allow management to watch what was going on, but make it extremely difficult for anybody to peer inside.

"So, what can I do for you?" I asked.

"Just a second," she said, holding a hand up, "Just have to finish up schedules."

"Okay." I waited in awkward silence, the only sound the clicking of the keyboard as she typed. For some reason it was the most nerve racking sound I'd ever heard.

"Done," she said finally, turning around to face me. "Have a seat," she said, gesturing toward the chair. I was the type of person who never sat in a chair normally. Sometimes I'd turn it around, or others I'd sit down on the top of the backrest placing my feet on the seat. This time I decided to play it conservatively and sat down properly in the black, leather office chair.

"So, as I'm sure you're aware, we take allegations of sexual harassment very seriously here," she opened. Her face was a veil of calm.