KennedyChapter 11 Kennedy s Ruby Tuesday
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That set the tone for our interactions, I felt like I was being used, and that Kennedy was rude towards me, but I seemed to like it. I just got turned on by that. That I didn't understand. So, as with any problem I don't understand, I researched the issue. There's a lot of information about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain wrong. There are a lot of opinions, like they say, everyone has one. What I found most useful to understanding was a...
Kiki's my wife, she runs a porn production company, after she made a name, and a buttload of money, acting in porn. She still acts in some of her productions. I on the other hand, sometimes hang around the productions, and Kiki encourages the porn stars to be nice to me (like have sex with me). I do officially have a job as part of the production, just taking care of the women's needs, including sex. It's the sex I like. The job may have been a joke, which stuck, I do get paid to have sex...
"Hey." She got straight to the point, telling me, "I want to give you as many blowjobs as you want this afternoon." That was a rare treat, I might wonder what bought that on, but I wasn't going to argue. "OK." "So I want you to be naked, on my bed, and hard when I get there, OK?" Not unusual, I had a spare key to her place, I quite often waited for her on her bed. "OK." "Unless, …" There was another part coming. "Unless what?" "Unless you want me to spank...
AVN: So, “Dr” Kiki Kennedy? Kiki: Yes, I have a doctorate, in particle physics no less. You can look up the exact title if you want, but it’s to do with saw-tooth instabilities in plasma wakefields. And, if that made any sense to any of your readers, I invite them to join our “physics nerds” section of the discussion forum on my website. When I founded the company, I thought that having the title “Dr” would lend a certain gravitas to my being CEO. Before that I’d only been known as a...
Every other time, I've whole heartedly approved of what emerged from that closet. This time, I was definitely in two minds, she was wearing the strap on dildo I'd bought for her, but she'd never got around to using it on me. I'd told her I didn't want her to use it on me, and I meant that, but still the idea turned me on, a lot. She stood in front of me; I shook my head. The dildo was waving on my face. "You don't want it?" She questioned. "No. No way do I want you to use that...
I flew down to L.A. with Kiki again. This time we were met at the airport by Jade, who expressed surprise to find me in tow. Jade was different from the average porn star I'd met before. First, she was driving an old Geo Metro, so I guessed frugal. She was also bigger than the average porn star, she was what is known as a "BBW" it seems, "Big Beautiful Woman." I wouldn't argue with any part of that label; she had humongous boobs which wobbled temptingly. She was also black, or...
I didn't know when to expect Kennedy, she hadn't sent me the usual text telling me which plane she was catching. She didn't always, sometimes keeping that as a surprise. There was a knock at the door, I wasn't expecting anyone, except Kennedy, and Kennedy didn't knock. So I was really surprised when I opened the door and Kennedy was standing there. Actually, I wasn't sure if it were Kennedy, or Kiki, if there's a difference. She wasn't dressed in Kennedy's usual dowdy manner; she...
I’m shy at the best of times, around women that gets much worse. Around Kennedy it was nearly terminal. After unsuccessfully trying to start a conversation with me she said, “It's all right, I won’t bite!” Then, she made exaggerated biting motions towards me, growled, and said, “Not unless you want me to.” Then she laughed her characteristic laugh. I froze then, I’d gone past fright or flight, I’d got to the part where I just froze. I did eventually manage to talk to her, we were going to...
But there was something missing, eventually I had to do something about it. I sent a text, just "?" to Kennedy. It wasn't too long before a terse reply came, "You want something?" I thought that was obvious, "Yes." Kennedy's next reply cut to the heart of the matter, "Doesn't the slut do that for you?" Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her "the slut," the feeling seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her "The Bitch" (on the rare occasions they acknowledged each...
Kiki’s response was unexpectedly enthusiastic, “Oooh, thank you! You’ve never asked me to tie you up before. You know how much I love that.” Actually, I didn’t, and I hadn’t though of that. As usual, the situation here is a bit complicated. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your point of view, it was Kennedy, Kiki’s alter-ego that had done the tying. I didn’t know that Kiki, as Kiki, not Kennedy, liked to do it, she’d never said. Sometimes, she’s just too...
Bridget Sweeney rolled her eyes as she listened to the other cheerleaders complaining about having to run laps because they got caught smoking between third and fourth period by Mr. Kennedy, the boys’ gym teacher and the cheerleading and competitive dance team coach. Stupid spoiled brats she thought, everyone knows not to smoke in the second floor bathrooms. Bridget was not above sneaking a quick cigarette between classes, but she was smart enough to use the bathrooms on the first floor that...
She had another “coming out,” this time as the porn star to all our friends and colleagues. Most were surprised, some seemed to know who Kiki was, some didn’t. They were surprised at her change in manner, Kiki was much more easy going than the acerbic Kennedy. Not many were surprised at the news of the engagement, I may have been the last to see that coming. It still did feel weird being engaged, I’d spent so long suppressing any attachment to Kennedy/Kiki, that I had difficulty expressing...
Mr. Giles had asked Kennedy if she would drive; what started out as a favor became the thing to do as they drove across the US. Day and night seemed meaningless. Mr. Giles wanted to stop for gas only; Kennedy was amused that he had no problem with her using her debit card to pay for it. If you needed something to eat or a comfort stop, you rushed inside and did whatever business it was that you had to do. The two other girls were English and half the time their conversation seemed...
Kennedy tried not to let her chest stick out. It was, she thought, just a small embarrassment, but it was an embarrassment nonetheless. At barely thirteen she looked only slightly more like a woman than she had at ten or twelve. She'd grown a foot, true enough. Her breasts were now visible -- at least to her mother, who'd insisted on dragging Kennedy to Macy's to buy bras. Afterwards, Kennedy was struggling with the changes to her body and the only advice in her universe was coming from...
Kennedy trailed her oars in the water. Behind her Marian was still breathing hard after their latest run. "That was nice," Marian said, catching her breath. "It was," Kennedy agreed. They'd worked out signals so that Marian could be ready when Kennedy changed pace. The coaches were still having cat fits about Marian not matching Kennedy stroke for stroke, but the "slow it down" admonishment was never going to fly as good coaching advice. "Kennedy," Marian started to say. Kennedy...
Kennedy straightened out from the curve and set her car in line for the next corner. That another car, drifting along behind her, had to make the choice between hitting her or backing off made no mind to her. She set up easily for the corner, drifted around it, then accelerated away, now far ahead of the next nearest car. A few seconds later she took the checkered flag. Only two laps, but hey, a race is a race! Winning wasn't just anything, it was everything! She loved driving these...
The next morning Kennedy was waiting for Mr. Glastonbury when he came into the practice room. "Sir," Kennedy asked diffidently, "did a Slayer die last night?" He looked at her curiously. "Yes. The Watchers Council let me know early this morning. Why?" "I felt her die. It was like I was her. Then I was in this other place..." "They would have told me if you'd been Chosen," Mr. Glastonbury mused aloud. "I think I was only half-chosen, sir. Some black woman, I mean, she was...
Kennedy finally let go of Ruby's cold hand and stood up. Pipes was crouched next to his wife, doing what Kennedy had been doing -- crying and holding her hand. She looked around the room. Victoria was being sick in a corner, heaving over and over again, uncontrollably. Harriet was pale and trembling, sitting next to her mother, who must have fainted, as she was lying on the ground. Mr. Glastonbury was standing with a phone in his hand, talking into it. She curled her lip in distaste....
The next morning seemed to dawn unusually early, and it was only because Kennedy hadn't done anything strenuous that she was awake when Amy knocked on the door to their room. The two of them joined a half dozen others, including Cindy. Kennedy laughed at Cindy's backpack. "Is it still full of rocks?" "Five more pounds than last year." Several of the girls hefted Cindy's pack and shook their heads in wonder. It was a good workout and Kennedy and Amy were back in the cabin before any...
Kennedy kept busy during the summer, trying not to think about the camp she couldn't attend or the friends she couldn't see. Twice she went to play poker in Manhattan with Pipes and the others, each time using a different route, a different way to get there. It was a little like being grounded, but this was by her own choice. Instead of doing what she truly wanted, she buried herself. She worked out, she studied, she read books for pleasure, and she watched TV more than she ever had...
Kennedy got another hour of sleep before it was time to get up, but she was awake when Amy came to wake her. They showered again, both holding each other's eyes. "I was scared the other night," Amy told Kennedy. "Scared for you. I saw you stagger. I thought you were shot." "It was a dart from a tranquilizer gun. It didn't work." "I don't pretend to understand what went on, after that. I saw you standing there, so brave... but so alone. I wanted to run out and grab you and drag...
Kennedy stood in line for the busses once again. Deja vu, right? She smiled to herself. Last year she had tried to show herself as brimming over with self-confidence, while in reality she was terribly shy and nervous. Well, summer camp had fixed all of that. To make her day perfect, she saw Ferinc with a girl in tow. The girl was supposed to be twelve now, but she looked more like eight or nine. Ferinc didn't hesitate about cutting in the line. He went right up to Kennedy and presented the...
Kennedy bounced out of bed the day after she got back from camp and all but ran downstairs, then threw herself into her exercises. Mr. Glastonbury arrived a few moments later, a tray with a coffee cup and some toast in hand. He watched her for a few moments, then picked up the paper and started reading it. Kennedy finished her usual set, feeling not the least tired. Yes! There is magic and there is magic! Ferinc and those others had theirs and she had hers! She plunked herself down...
A few days later Kennedy stood with Mr. Glastonbury at Faire, this time well before the official opening. "It seems so long ago since the first time I came to Faire," Kennedy said sadly. "I know. You were cute in your Robin Hood costume." "I'm tempted to visit Harriet's mother and buy one of her dresses," Kennedy told him. "I don't think she'd sell you one. I think ... well, it was touch and go before the party." "I know. I can hope, though." "Kennedy, your father says,...
Amy spoke to them before lights out. "A final word, ladies. One person to a bed. In a few minutes it will be eleven and the lights will go out. After lights out, the front porch stops being part of the cabin; you will have to be inside. You may sit at the tables and read, talk or whatever, so long as it's quiet. "Remember the three monkeys' motto: you see nothing, you hear nothing and you say nothing. Who is with who, doing what is none of your business. Don't make a fuss. If you have a...
Kennedy walked the mile or so to the house, arriving a little before six. Mr. Glastonbury wanted a blow-by-blow account of the battle with the bats, then a summary of the poker game. "So, did you win a great deal?" "No, as near as I can tell, I lost fifteen cents. A couple of the others at the table did well. Pipes and that Carlos fellow. Dennis and Don Valentine did the worst." "And some of them have heard of Slayers?" "Yes, sir. The older ones for sure. Dennis didn't know. I...
A while later they trooped down to the dining hall. Kennedy was prepared for some pretty mediocre food after what Mr. Glastonbury had said, but evidently Lauren was spending more these days than she had at first. It wasn't up to the standards Kennedy was used to, but it was okay. Several of the other Fox cabin girls said it was a lot better than what their cafeterias at school served. At the end of dinner, Lauren once again stood up. She went through a list of the various activities that...
Kennedy celebrated her tenth birthday in style with Mr. Glastonbury at a small, hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant in China Town in New York City. It was not a particular surprise to Kennedy to learn that Mr. Glastonbury spoke Chinese; it was only a surprise when she found something he didn't know. He was unusually quiet at dinner, while Kennedy was unusually unrestrained. She didn't care, she was now ten, a double-digit age. She didn't care what other people thought, but in her mind she...
Steffie turned to Kennedy after the others were gone. "I know you're Kennedy." "It's not like it's a secret," Kennedy told her. "No, it's not. It was odd how fast people forget who was the target of the stalker." "The others are getting ahead." "And have as much chance of beating the two of us to camp as they have of flying to the moon this week. Please, walk with me." Kennedy followed the other, who was keeping the pace deliberately slow. "You did wrong just now." "How...
Two days later Kennedy stood next to Harriet, looking up at the granite facing of the high school. "This is weird," Kennedy whispered to Harriet. Harriet laughed. "You have no idea. Fortunately, you aren't likely to be intimidated by anyone who makes fun of the fact that you haven't been in school before." Kennedy slapped one fist into her other palm. "Modest displays of certitude!" Harriet nearly convulsed with laughter. "Kennedy, approach this like you did the first day of camp....
In a last desperate effort to escape, Kiki ripped off Dee's miniskirt, showing Dee's naked, bald pussy, then dove in face first to the exposed pussy. "I like this bit." Said Dee, in her incredibly sexy British accent. She was sitting next to me as we watched the action unfold on the TV screen in front of us. We were watching "Cherry Falls III: Co-ed Axe-murderer," Dee was playing the lead of the axe-murderer. Kiki didn't say anything, she was kneeling naked on the floor in front of...
Kennedy snapped her locker shut and turned to head off to American Lit and the start of a new school day. Juan Baptiste was leaning against the corridor wall, behind her locker door. "Chica, you have a second?" She inclined her head and walked over to him, ignoring the others in the bustling hallway. "That cop, Harrison, came to me a coupla days ago, tol' me about what you did. That it was you that got Dwight sent away, that I should thank my lucky stars because if I kept on, Dwight...
Kennedy's first clue that something was wrong was when she pressed down to lift up from the boat. Her shoulders and arms hurt. When she lifted the boat, beads of sweat popped out on her forehead and she fought not to drop the boat. Her back screamed in pain, her arms, shoulders... even her legs were in agony. She gritted her teeth and straightened up, the boat on her shoulder. Mr. Waterman's scull was floating loose a few feet away; he was nowhere to be seen. Kennedy's eyes came to light...
Kennedy walked from the jet to where Mr. Glastonbury patiently waited for her. Annie was standing by the car, her attention in every direction but hers. "Welcome home, Miss Kennedy," her tutor said politely. "Am I welcome?" "Of course. I admit to being disappointed, Miss Kennedy. And if I were to characterize the extent of the disappointment, I would have to say I'm 'gravely disappointed.' You made a mistake, right?" "Yes, sir. I nearly got four of my friends killed." "Not...
Tuesday, a week after the catastrophe, Kennedy appeared at the Athletic Club. There were only one coach and three rowers practicing; the traffic was still light on the freeways and roads. Kennedy warmed up, then rowed out two thousand meters, then came back flying down the lane, letting all of her rage from the last week drive her. The coach who was there laughed. "Wanna trade jobs? You could give me tips, not the other way around!" He was a tall, lanky fellow with bad skin and his hair...
Kennedy sat musing for a few minutes. Pipes had made a deliberate mention of the house being swept for bugs. She was pretty sure he was concerned about listening devices, here. Well, odds were he had something to be worried about. She'd never found one, but she was sure her father was a thorough man. Mr. Glastonbury was, too. She shook her head. She'd been stupid, yes indeed. Yes, she'd risked her life and those of a bunch of others. The fact was the only thing she could have changed was...
Kennedy and Mr. Glastonbury walked to his car, parked in the school pickup area. There was a traffic ticket on the windshield. One of the patrolmen who'd been on duty inside the school saw them and noticed the ticket. He walked quickly over and picked it up. "I'll take care of this," he told Mr. Glastonbury. "I'm sorry, Miss. I really screwed up." "Yep!" Kennedy agreed. "I've screwed up, Mr. Glastonbury has screwed up; God knows, Larkin is a total screw up. It's not that you make...
I've been trying to kill her for a while now, the big problem is Kennedy doesn't really exist. Kennedy is me, or at least one part of my personality. It's that part which Matt met first. It was that part that which he fell in love with, but never told me. She's a bitch, and Matt likes that about her. I want to be me, I want to be Kiki, I'm a much nicer person, and Matt likes that about me. Matt can get confused (and confusing) like that. I thought I'd finally killed her when we had a...
Her name was Kennedy, just that and nothing more. At eight she was relatively tall, but that still meant she was just a little kid to any adult in the vicinity. Her biological father had gone away; her mother hadn't supplied the reason and he wasn't around to explain for himself. Her mother was, though, a cynical woman who was tall, elegant, dark and pretty, and she had definitely set out to marry upscale the second time. Kennedy had kept her father's last name and tossed out the one her...
For a week Kennedy waited for Ruby to call, then finally realized it was pointless. At that point neither of them was going to give an inch. She had a better day than most for a change, and when she was catching her breath after a very long exercise set, she turned to Mr. Glastonbury. "Should I call Ruby?" He shook his head. "What should I have done different? She kept wanting me to tell the truth. What's wrong with that? She knew perfectly well I was telling the truth about little...
Kennedy walked back into the office after talking to Mr. Glastonbury. "Now, off with you three," Lauren told Charlotte. "Get settled in your cabin, and get ready to have an enjoyable two weeks." Charlotte walked with them a few feet, and then waved at their suitcases, sitting lonely now, in the road. "You two get your things. I'm past due at the cabin." She pointed it out to them and hurried off. Kennedy got hers and joined Harriet and they too started up the hill. But Harriet was...
When they got to Scarsdale, Kennedy simply walked towards the taxi stand, Ferinc in tow. She waved him to get in the next available cab. "I'll be a second," she told him. "Sure, Kennedy." Kennedy took eight quick steps, grabbed the man who'd been following them and smiled. "Walk with me." He shook his head, but didn't say anything. She pulled a ballpoint from her purse's outside pocket and pressed it against his skin. "This contains a quick nerve-toxin. If I inject you with it,...
Kiki was laying out the plans for our housewarming party, when she got to that part, I thought it was an excellent idea. I'd been the entertainment at a few of Kiki's parties, back to her bachelorette party before we got married, it was always fun. This party was going to be for the girls in the office, but it was purely social, not something I'd get paid for, unlike that bachelorette party, I didn't mind either way. So the day of the party rolled around, I'm naked, except for the...
The injured girl reached out her hand, seeking Kennedy's. Kennedy wrapped hers around the proffered hand. "You came back for me. You saved my life," Amanda whispered. "You're my sister and friend. I'd have done it for any of you." "This itches something terrible." "Don't scratch," Kennedy told her. She managed to lift her head. "The Marching Band didn't make it, right?" "No, I don't think any of them survived. Not if they stayed." The wounded Slayer looked around....
Of course, Kiki has lots of pictures, and videos of herself, they were all over the internet, and her website. I never wanted to be on that side of the camera, but now I knew that Kiki wanted it, I thought about it. Then we talked about it, I had lots of reservations about the idea, but Kiki came up with a plan I could live with. I never liked the idea of being naked (or fucking) in front of men, but women are no problem for me (now). Kiki said we could have Tina and Dana, the videographers,...
"Breakfast?" She asked. I got hard almost instantly at that, I'll explain why in a second. She reached over and handed me the room service book, I had a look over it and selected the American Breakfast, maybe not the most exciting choice in the world, but the kitchens at a fancy hotel like this make it pretty delicious. And it was all expensed. We were on a business trip, to Las Vegas, for the AVN show. (AVN is "Adult Video News," the trade paper for the porn industry, they have a...
She had said we could have a romantic day today, after yesterday's activities, I'd asked if that could include using the collar and she'd smiled. That collar was one of two collars I'd bought her for her bachelorette party, she'd used the other one back then, the one which fastened around my dick and balls. That one only signified she owned my dick, this one signified she owned me, totally, heart, mind, body, and soul. I liked that, just like I liked how she'd had "Property of Kiki"...
After that, she jumped in the shower, and left me with a hard on. I don't always get off in the morning, when I'm in L.A., sometimes, like this day I take it to work instead. That is for my part time job, I'm the fluffer at Kiki's porn production house, at least for the girls in the office. When we're both ready, she drives us both to work. She goes into her office to do CEO type things, and I stop at her secretary's desk to get any updates for my calendar. Megan, her secretary, is a...
The problem with that was Hatti was Iya's domme (that is Hatti was sexually dominant in their relationship), that's the sort of thing that dommes do, but it mystifies me, I think more is better when it comes to sex. However, Hatti seemed to agree with me and said, "OK." Girls do seem to agree with me on those rare occasions I express a preference, usually I let them do whatever to me. However, no one was making any suggestions to rectify that issue, so I'd have to do that. I leant...
I wasn't expecting that as Maricela was just a friend, she was part of Kiki's mother's group, not a porn star like I normally did that for. Maricela's daughter Jane, and our son Mark, were having a playdate. Those two liked each other, so the playdates were common, it also seemed to be time for Maricela to get some adult company. She was a single mom and didn't seem to have much of a social life. As it was the nanny's day off, she and Kiki would watch the kids and talk; I'd let them...
Getting to breakfast, Dad was cooking waffles (my favorite), and Mom and Aunt Dee were sitting at the breakfast bar chatting. Mom kissed me on the cheek, and Aunt Dee got up and hugged me, and then kissed me full on the mouth, with tongues, before sitting down again. She'd never done that before; that got me hard. Dee is my favorite Aunt, or maybe that should be "Aunt". She wasn't actually related, though she was my godmother. "Aunt" was the honorific given to any of the women, usually...
Can you hear me? Hear you? I'll take that as a 'yes'. What about the other senses? You're in a room with a small desk and a home computer; there's a wall-sized shelf of books beside you. The air smells of slightly acrid floral perfume, and it's comfortably warm. For some reason you can't move your body. I can see and hear and smell and feel, but I can't move. So that part's working too. You're sharing my senses, but you can't control me. Actually, it's pretty-much entirely the other way...
Once again we fade in on our dark studio – moving in on the rusty old bed and the smelly, cum stained mattress, illuminated by that single powerful spotlight. If you looked “sleezy” up in a visual dictionary, it would probably look like this. Then there’s the familiar clicking of heels on concrete as our next guest walks onto the set and into the pool of light infront of the bed. She’s an older lady, very thin, with long, straight brunette hair in a center parting. Her small frame is...
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The unauthorized patrol returned just before sundown. They had two wounded with them and three extra weapons. "Doc" Walls was ecstatic. He finally had some real wounds to treat and not just the usual run of boils, bites, fevers, sprains and malaria that he saw here. Neither wound was life threatening, but in this heat and humidity, they needed to be treated promptly before they became infected. The CO took Lieutenant Tamusarit, the Platoon Leader and an interpreter into his office. They...
I had just started to open the shipping case in the commo bunker when Meadows came in. “I want to see what this thing looks like,” he told me, as I opened the locks on the case and removed the top. The main unit was in the middle of the case surrounded by foam and the other modular units. Spare parts, manuals and tools were in the bottom under these units. “Are you just running code here?” I asked Meadows. “Yes, that’s all we can do with the GRC-109. What will that baby do?” “You can run...
This morning I shaved before going to eat, as I knew that Phillips had started the water heating after getting off guard and it would be hot by now. Also the cook had just arrived as I was getting off guard, and breakfast wouldn't be ready for a little while yet. Breakfast at around 0700 was very quiet and everyone took care of last minute things after that. Then they finished loading their jeeps with their rucks, ammunition, weapons and at least one five gallon can of water. De Foor came...