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The Other Side
By scremnkikn
Friday Night
I was sitting at the bar at O'Malley's feeling rather
depressed. I had just had a confrontation with Dee whom I
had been dating for almost a year. Seems she found out
about Melissa, whom I had been seeing for the last few
months, and ended things between us immediately.
How do I get myself into these messes I thought as I
ordered another drink. I really did care about Dee. I don't
know why I did what I did. Well, then again that's not true
either, I know why. I am a horny bastard and it's been a
curse I have carried throughout my life.
From my teen years when I would use a fake ID to get into
strip clubs to watch the ladies gyrate and jiggle to the
pounding music from the sound system, till right up to now.
I am 33 and while successful with the ladies still find
myself spending long nights surfing the net and ogling the
thousands of delicious pics that could be found there. I
just can't get enough of long smooth legs, breasts soft and
round, nipples dark and hard, flat bellies, the curves of a
woman, the slim waist, the roundness of the hips, the sexy
lines of a hot female butt. God I love women!
Oh well, as much as it hurt to think of losing Dee at least
Melissa was due back soon. She was a fine little fox
herself, and I guess now she will get all of my attention,
I thought to myself, already feeling horny.
I gathered up my change and decided to head home as I had
enough to ease the pain for tonight. As I walked out to my
car, a refurbished 1971 Dodge Charger in glistening black,
I mumbled admonishments to myself. Damn, now I had to go
home alone, to an empty apartment. I already missed
slipping into a warm bed with an eager and beautiful Dee
waiting for me, and tonight was only the first night. Even
the low rumbling of my bored out 440 engine echoing through
the Blackjack headers failed to make me feel any better.
Of all the luck, Melissa wasn't even in town this week so I
couldn't even give her a ring and a late night invite. So
that's how it was, from the luckiest man alive, courting
two fantastic ladies, to the horniest man alive going home
alone.
As I walked up to my door I saw something on it. It was a
note on white paper, folded and taped to it. I slid the key
into the lock and walked in grabbing the note as I entered.
I tossed the keys on the counter and sat on the black
leather couch in the living room as I opened it up, hoping
that maybe it was from Dee, and that maybe I still had a
chance to make things right.
Dear PIG.
Uh-oh. This wasn't looking good already.
Dee called me and explained the situation.
Glancing down the page I saw the name Melissa penned in
large letters. SHIT! Shit, shit, shit! Now I was losing
both girls in one night. I went back to the top of the page
and continued to read.
I really thought you were a nice guy, and feel the
fool after hearing how long you have been playing
both of us. I do not want to hear from you again.
Ever! You really are a pig. I hope you get what's due
you, you bastard. I will leave your things from my
place in a box at my office. If you haven't picked it
up by tomorrow night I am throwing it all out. Do not
try to reach me.
Melissa.
Well this night really sucked. I took a shower and after
slipping into sweatpants and a T-shirt grabbed a beer from
the fridge and went and logged onto the web. Browsing
pictures of beautiful women, one after the next, each more
beautiful than the one before. Some semi-nude, some nude,
nasty ones, young ones, all pretty, all sexy. Models, girls
next door, some innocent smiling at the camera with those
big eyes, some just hot, a tight little brunette sucking on
a fat dick, her eyes glazed over with lust. God I was
horny.
Oh well, I punched the power off and went to bed. I will
just have to stroke one off and start things over tomorrow.
Saturday
I stepped out into the mid-morning sunshine and drove
across town to the stadium. Melissa worked in Public
Relations for the Oakland Raiders NFL football team. As I
waited on the elevator I thought about trying to talk her
into taking me back. I wasn't George Clooney, but I was a
good looking guy, making a good living in Finance and I had
a pretty good way with the ladies. Yeh, maybe things would
work out after all.
I snapped out of my daydream as the bell dinged and the
doors opened. As I strode across the short reception area I
saw a big brown box on the corner of Bonnie's, the
receptionist, desk.
As I approached she looked up and half embarrassed, half
laughing said, "Hello Dean."
The box had my name written on it on the top in black
marker and then underneath, and on each side, in big 6 inch
letters the word 'PIG'. Well it seemed that talking Melissa
into taking me back just now was not a good bet.
I exchanged some sheepish small talk with Bonnie, noticing
the outline of some blue lace of what was obviously a nice
bra sticking up from underneath her blouse. Although Bonnie
wasn't really my type, just a little too 'average' for me,
I always admired her breasts. They were the well-rounded
type. Not huge but just seemingly very full and round. I
pictured my face in between them, wondered what her nipples
were like. I could see my cock stroking in between them as
I squeezed them together with my hands. Damn, damn, damn.
Horny, horny, horny. I grabbed the box and loaded it into
my car and took off back across town.
Later that night I went through the box. I put the last of
my things away and with the box next to empty I pulled out
a bottle. I looked at it, but didn't recognize it. It was
some fancy champagne. Hmmm, I guess she put this in here by
mistake. Maybe I should call her or stop back at her office
and drop it off. Aw, fuck it. Her mistake is my gain.
I'm not much of a champagne drinker but it would somehow
feel good drinking what was obviously some high priced gift
that wasn't meant for me. As I settled in for the evening
and headed for my computer I stopped in the kitchen and
popped open the bubbly and poured a tall glass into my beer
mug. I sipped away at it as the computer filled with images
of women in varying poses, and varying acts. Some of love,
some of lust and in some cases some were just outright
nasty acts.
I smiled to myself as I looked at one of a buxom blonde
girl, topless, with bright white teeth, a pretty smile, and
her cheek and chin dripping with come. Innocent and happy,
looking at the camera, as some of the come dripped off her
chin and onto one of her D sized boobs. God I was starting
to feel good. This champagne was actually pretty good. A
bit sweet, but I was getting a real nice buzz going. I was
actually starting to feel better about everything. Fuck Dee
and screw Melissa. It's their loss I thought. I will just
have to go make some other babe a lucky lady.
The rest of the evening swept by. More pics, about an hour
on a site called 'sexyasses', I even found a couple free
video clips to download. One clip was of a girl sucking a
black dick that must've been a foot long and then one of an
Asian girl getting fucked in the ass. The more I saw the
hornier I got and the harder my dick got hard as I stroked
it every so often. My head was spinning in no time and at
first it felt just wonderful, almost like I was floating.
I was sitting there with a big grin on my face and a big
bulge in my pants. But then it started to get worse, my
head started to pound, my eyes going blurry. Suddenly I was
feeling completely wasted, and as I tried to get to my feet
I could barely stand. Swaying badly I crashed into the wall
and then knocked a slew of books and papers off the desk.
My head felt like it was going to explode. I half stumbled
half crawled to my bedroom eventually lifting myself up
onto my bed.
Oh God I hope I don't get sick, please just make this
stop... and I was out.
Sunday
As I awoke I could hear sounds. Real faint at first then
louder as my mind started to climb back out of the deep pit
it fell into the night before. Voices. Lots of voices
around me. It sounded wrong. Sounded unfamiliar. Before I
even could open my eyes I started to get a knot in my
stomach. Something deep inside me was setting off a warning
to me.
Suddenly the loud sound of clapping. Not as in applause but
of one person clearly, loudly clapping. Funny, but as each
clap resonated in my head I seemed to wake up more fully.
Clap, mind starting to clear. Clap, I can hear myself
breathing. Clap my eyes start to open. Clap, I can hear
everything around me now. Clap, I pull the hair back from
my eyes and look up from where I am sitting.
"Ladies! Girls! Everyone listen up!" I hear the words
coming from a woman standing in the middle of the group.
She is very pretty. Blonde hair tied back in a pony tail,
yet very business looking. She is in a matching black shiny
pant and jacket workout suit. As she scans the group her
eyes stop at mine. With a slight smile she begins.
"Everyone, we have twenty minutes before we go on. Today is
the championship game and we are going to be on prime time
to millions. This is what we have all worked so hard for.
Now get in your uniforms and make me proud. Remember smiles
girls, smiles!"
With that she is gone and I slowly scan around the room. As
I look around I see about two dozen girls. I mean hot girls
and they are in various forms of undress. To my left is a
tall blonde, she is standing in a white thong and nothing
else, pulling clothes out of a locker. Her ass is a foot
from me and absolutely delicious. To my right sits a red
head. She has very sexy eyes and beautiful lips. She is
wearing a Raiders' T-shirt cut just below her ample tits
and I can see the top of her thong showing above the waist
of her low rider jeans. She is pulling out a set of black
and silver pom-poms and hangs them in her locker in front
of her.
All around me are the most beautiful women I have ever
seen. They all chat excitedly as they begin to don the
infamous uniform of the Oakland Raiderette cheerleaders.
Finally it hits me, as I feel my cock beginning to grow
from all of the visual treats around me. I'm in the middle
of the Raiderette cheerleader squad, sitting in the locker
room. I'm going to get arrested for sure. Wait, why hasn't
someone said anything. They are all acting like I am not
here.
As I slip a long lock of dark brown hair from my eyes and
slip it behind my ear my heart stops. Hair, long, ladies,
girls, pom-poms... looking down I see my red painted toes
on the end of my small feet. They are attached to a set of
long sexy legs that end in a pair of tiny black lacy
panties. My hands, tipped in long nicely shaped nails, the
kind with the white tips on them, dart to my crotch,
feeling the bulge of my cock half hard, half hidden as it
seems to be tucked underneath me somehow.
My relief that my best friend is still there, even though
its underneath black lace and what appear to be a number of
white and red little roses or flowers of some sort, is
short lived as I feel the swaying of my breasts that are
proudly displayed in a matching black lace demi-bra.
M-my b-b-breasts?
My hands slowly move up my firm stomach as I sit upright
stopping atop two large, round, full tits. As I grasp them
gently I can feel a tingle run through my whole body. I can
actually feel my nipples twitch with a warm glow. A small
gasp escapes my mouth as my mind attempts to understand
what's happening, when I am interrupted from the girl on my
right.
The cute redhead is looking at me with a smirk. "Are those
new?" she asks, catching me in what appears to be the mid-
fondling of my breasts.
My mouth hangs open as I try to speak.
"They look great babe. You've got to give me your surgeon's
name after the game. They are definitely some of the best
I've seen. Right now a little less self adoration and a
little more movement would be a good idea though. You know
if you delay Staci the choreographer for one minute she
will have you fired. She has been waiting for this her
whole freaking life."
She gets up and starts to put on her little Raiderette
skirt as if nothings wrong. As if I am fine. I begin to
panic, unsure of what is happening, of what to do. I grab a
towel from the bench and holding it in front of me I begin
to walk over to the office that the girl Staci went into. I
feel all confused, and realize I have to get out of here. I
walk in and Staci looks up from behind the desk.
"Close the door Porsha." she states dryly.
I shut the door and turn around to speak. Before I can say
anything Staci says, "Drop the towel on the floor."
My hands release the towel and I hear it flap in a pile at
my feet.
"We have two minutes to get things straight Porsha, so
listen and listen good. I know who you are, or were. I
realize you must be confused right now. Look at yourself.
You are a very sexy babe. You are 5'6" tall, 118 pounds, a
svelte 36C, (although I would wager you are possibly a D
cup as she snickers) 25 inch waist, 36 inch hips. Long dark
brown hair and that little pig worm dick that you loved so
much is still there hidden in those delicious panties you
are now wearing. All exactly as Dee and Melissa ordered. It
will all be explained in time but for right now Porsha, you
will get back in the locker room, get into your Raiderette
uniform and go out there with the third squad and perform
flawlessly. If you do not do exactly that, the one
remaining thing that was your, shall we say 'original
equipment', will be removed. GO!"
With my eyes welling up, I quickly exit her office and rush
over to my locker. Most of the girls are already dressed
and stretching out, limbering up. God why didn't I just
tell Staci off? Why did I do exactly as she said from
dropping the towel to running back her? Why can't I just
get control of myself?
God, I can't be late! Slipping out of my bra I begin to get
my uniform out of the locker. My heart pounds in my chest,
the fear of being late to get out on the field overwhelms
my thoughts. My hands tremble as I step into my Raiderette
skirt, clasping it closed on the side, and pull my white
half top over my head. As I pull on my long white boots I
stop quickly to check my self in the mirror, quickly
running a brush through my hair and grabbing inside a purse
on the shelf for some lip gloss. I nearly panic as the
girls start to file out of the room and I move to follow
them.
I double back to my locker reaching in to grab my black and
silver pom-poms. I begin to rush out to catch up to them.
Oh please no, this can't be real, can't be happening. I
feel like I need to escape, need to get out of there, but I
simply move through the hall towards the tunnel access to
the field. I can hear the music and the noise from the
thousands of fans packing the stadium.
"I'll be watching you," says Staci, as she playfully smacks
my bottom with her clipboard, as I am the last girl to move
past her and into line awaiting our cue for the
announcement of the home team Oakland Raiders.
Yvette
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