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Chapter One Jimmy's Ghost Ebenezer William Clarke grunted and rolled his sweaty body off the young girl lying next to him. He looked over to her. She smiled, her hair matted against the pillow and her chest heaving to catch her breath. "Oh Bill," she said. "That was amazing." He preferred to be called Bill, for obvious reasons. His parents named him Ebenezer after the character in the Charles Dickens story and he was quickly teased about it all through school. Instead of retreating back, he began to work out with a vigorous fury. In no time, he was muscular and stronger than most people in the school. The next person that called him Ebenezer, wound up being sent to the hospital with a broken nose, cracked ribs and a black eye. Bill began to become involved in sports and joined many of the teams, easily beating opponents larger than him. His ego grew as well and just about every girl in school wanted him, to which is almost always obliged. After graduating from college with a finance degree, he made his way in the world as an investment banker, developing a smooth personality to go along with his well-toned body. He learned to smooth talk men into giving him what he needed, which was money, and women into giving him what he wanted, which was sex. This girl in bed with him was no exception. She was pretty, not as pretty as some girls he'd been with; long blond hair, deep blue eyes, little pert nose, big breasts...her thighs were a big larger than he'd like but she was available. He'd met her in a bar and she was immediately drawn to him...most women were, he would say. She was the prettiest girl in the bar, so naturally, he took her home. Now they were lying in bed together and it was time for her to go. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Bill said, his voice dripping with charm. He paused a minute and sat up. "Now, get out," He said. She sat up, looking at him. Her eyes were wide. "Yeah, get the fuck out. And close the door when you leave," he finished. She slid out of bed, quickly, getting her clothes on. "You son of a bitch!" she yelled. "Is that all I am? Just a quick fuck? Wham, Bam, Thank you ma'am?" Bill smiled. He loved this part. The girls always thought there would be something more, but there never was. They were just toys; things to be used and thrown away. He turned to face her, watching her reactions. "Hey, I never promised you anything." He watched her reactions. There were two ways she could react to this; she could get upset crying and screaming about how she'd been treated or she could become violent and start throwing things. "I..I can't believe I fell for your shit, Bill," she yelled, beginning to cry. Bill smiled again. He was glad it was the tears. He hated when they tried to break his stuff. She quickly put her panties back on and Bill looked intently as she slid them over her small frame, his cock getting hard again. Next was the skirt which she wiggled into, pulling it over her hips. "Asshole! You're a fucking Asshole!" she screamed pulling the top over her head. Her voice shook as she spoke. She grabbed her bra and shoved it in her purse. He laughed thinking of the way she'd have to go home. She picked up her shoes and stormed out of the bedroom. He got up, still naked with an erection, and watched her head down the stairs. "Motherfucker!" she yelled up the stairs, her eyes still full of tears. He saw her head to the door, open it and begin to step through it. "I hope you go to hell!" she said, slamming it behind her. A small plate fell off a table and broke. "Shit!" he said. "Why does something ALWAYS have to break after they leave?" Bill walked back into the bedroom and grabbed a robe, then headed downstairs. "I'll have my cleaning girl get that later," He said to himself as he flopped down in a large chair and lit up a cigar. He always enjoyed a good smoke after sex; especially when it ended that way. "You'd love this one, Jimmy," Bill said to a small urn on the mantle of his fireplace. "She was great." Jimmy Clarke was Bill's older brother. They used to compete on who could get the best girls. Jimmy never had the same problems that Bill had growing up, but he was the one that helped Bill during the early stages of his weight lifting. Together, the Clarke boys would hit all the bars in town..seeing who could get the hottest girl. Bill walked up to the urn and took down a bottle of Jack Daniels, pouring himself a glass. That was Jimmy's favorite drink and Bill always had a glass after a night of sex. He turned on the television and started watching the news. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Bill put down his glass and got up to get it. "Damn, what does that girl want now?" he said to himself as he headed to the door. He opened it and his eyes went wide. There was a young girl standing there. She was dressed immaculately in a long black coat that was opened revealing a short red dress, that was cut very low with stockings and black high heels. Her long brown hair fell wildly about her shoulders and her deep brown eyes looked back at him. She wore very little makeup except for some red lipstick and a bit of beige shadow around her eyes. Bill thought he would cum right on the spot. "Well, hello there," he said, holding his drink. He made sure that the top of his robe fell open, showing his tuft of chest hair. "Ah, Jack Daniels," she said, grabbing the drink out of his hand and gulping it down. "Mmmm..that's great. It's cold as shit out here," Her voice was sensous and soft and caused Bill's cock to get hard again. He looked at her, stunned. "Are you going to invite me in, Eb, or are you gonna let me freeze my ass off?" she asked, pushing past him. "Uh...come in??" he replied, questioning. The girl tossed her coat on the floor and headed towards the bottle, grabbing another glass and pouring a straight shot. She then flopped down in Bill's chair. "Are you still smoking these shit cigars, Eb?" she asked, taking a puff and coughing harshly. "Damn! I told you to stick with a good La Flor Dominicana." "Who the fuck are you?" Bill asked, grabbing the drink out of her hand and throwing her out of his chair. "Listen, Eb..." she said. "Hold it!" Bill replied standing next to her. He towered over her by a good head and a half. "Only one person ever called me Eb." "I know, dickhead," the girl replied, going to sit down on the other couch. "Me. Your brother, Jimmy," She pulled off her left heel and let it fall to the floor. "I'll never get used to these fucking shoes," She began to rub her aching foot and popped off the other shoe. "Yeah. And you're not him. So tell me what the fuck..." Bill continued. She stopped him. "I am him, you moron," she replied, rubbing the cramps out of her other foot and taking a quick swig of the Whiskey. "That's...that's impossible." Bill fell into the chair. "He's...." "Dead? Yeah. I'm dead..been dead for nearly 10 years now," the girl said. "Look," Bill replied, now obviously annoyed. "If this is some kind of sick joke, it's not funny." The girl put down the glass and leaned in to Bill. "I don't think it's funny either, Eb," she replied. "But..." She leaned back putting her hands out wide. "Here I am. I know it's confusing, but I'm here for a reason." "I...I don't believe you," Bill said, shaking a bit. "No one can come back from the dead." The girl sighed. "Ok. When you were 14 and I was 18, I took you out to Old Man MacCreedy's farm. The plan was to find her daughter, so you could lose your virginity." Bill looked more shocked. The girl continued. "Instead, we found them both. In the barn. Naked. Remember?" she finished. Bill nodded. The girl took another sip of the Whiskey. "You took the daughter and I took her Mom," she sighed. "Still one of the best fucks I've ever had." "We..we ran home naked after the Old Man showed up," Bill replied. The girl laughed. "Mrs MacCreedy returned our clothes and wallets the next day," she said. "No one knows about that but Jimmy and I." The girl nodded. Bill stared at the girl. "But...how??" he asked. The girl sighed again. "It's my punishment, Eb. For being a complete and utter tool in life." She took finished the whiskey and went to pour another. "I'm here for a reason. I came to warn you. You need to change your ways. Stop being such a piece of shit to women. Stop fucking them and leaving them." Bill stared at her, dumbfounded. "Or you'll end up like me," she finished. "Today, you'll be visited by three spirits; The Ghost of Conquests Past, Of Conquests Present, and Of Conquests Yet to Come. Listen very very carefully to what these spirits say and show you, Eb. Your very soul depends on it." Bill continued to look at her, dumbfounded. "For Christ's sake, Eb, stop staring at my tits and listen to me!" she yelled. "I don't have a lot of time. The spirits have given me a short time to tell you this. Very soon, I'm going to revert back to this girl's personality. That's what happens when you die and the spirits take you. They place you in the body of some sexy woman and you become her...in every way," she said. She looked up at the clock and swallowed the last of her drink. "I have to run. I don't have much time. Beware of the spirits and listen carefully to what they tell you, Eb. It's your only chanccccce....." Bill looked at the girl. Her eyes closed and her head fell back. He could see some kind of change coming over her. A moment later, she opened her eyes and stared at Bill intently. "Ohhhh...where...am I?" she asked. Bill could sense a change in her voice. Her eyes, which were stern and deep were now wide open and innocent. Her body became more relaxed..not stiff, as it was before. "I feel..." she licked her lips, tasting the alcohol on it. "a bit..." she giggled, "tipsy." She walked forward, nearly falling into Bill. He had the perfect view down the front of her dress, seeing her red bra and her huge breasts barely contained by it. "Oh, you're cute..." she said, giggling again. She opened his robe a bit more and began to brush her hands against his chest hair. Bill felt his cock spring back to life. She noticed it too. Her other hand went to the tie on his robe and quickly pulled it open, touching his cock with her slender fingers. "And excited," she said, giggling again. She dropped to her knees and easily took the cock deep into her mouth. She slid it into her throat, sucking hard. Bill moaned, feeling his balls ache. She touched them firmly, feeling them and smiled as he cock slid back in and out of her mouth. The girl pulled back and a trail of cum stretched from her tongue to the tip of his cock. She flicked her tongue on it, taking it off and smiling. She then stood up and leaned over the back of Bill's chair, lifting her skirt. She wore red, crotch less panties. Bill lost all remembrances of who she was and moved in, spreading her legs and shoving his cock quickly into her wet pussy. "Uhhhh...soooo....bigggg!!!" she yelled as he pushed deeper into her. "More...more... Fuuuuuck meeeee!!!" Bill grabbed her hips, shoving deeper and faster into her. He felt her bucking and pushing against him, her arms gripping the back of the chair for support. After a few minutes, he came..shooting his load deep into her pussy and she quickly followed, coating his cock with her juices. She screamed and buried her face into the chair. Bill quickly pulled out, dripping cum on the back of her dress and fell into the chair. "Oh my gawd!" she yelled. "That was A-maz-ing!" She fell to the floor by the chair, dripping out on to the carpet. She crawled over to him, her head next to his legs. "Can...can I call you sometime?" she purred. He reached up and took a business card out of a small case that he had on the table. He left things there for just such an occasion. It contained a fake name, address and phone number. He handed it to her and she stuck it in the pocket of her coat, then slipped on her shoes. She leaned in, kissed him on the lips and headed out the door. "I'll call you..." She looked at the card. "Mr. Timothy Daniels." She giggled again and left the house. Bill lay in the chair, panting. "What the fuck just happened there?" he said to himself. He looked up at the urn sitting on the fireplace and shrugged. He felt so tired; two girls in one day. Bill leaned back in the chair, took a quick sip of his whiskey and fell asleep. Chapter Two The Ghost of Conquests Past The clock struck 3. The noise made Bill wake up with a start. "Oh, my head," he said, putting his fingers to his temples. "What the fuck did I do today?" He tied up his robe, noticing the sticky mess on his leg, and headed to the kitchen. He searched the cabinet, trying to find some aspirin and took two of them with a swig of scotch. He fought to remember. 'There was some girl this morning...and then....' He stopped. Jimmy. I remember something about Jimmy and some....spirits.' Bill checked his pounding skull. The only spirits he remembered where the ones in the glass in front of him. He walked back to the chair and sat down. The cigar he started before was long since out. He grabbed his lighter and relit it. Turning, he picked up one of the glasses of whiskey, noticing the lipstick stains on the rim. "Shit! Maybe it was real." "Ebeneeeeezer! Ebenezer Clarrrrrke!" a voice yelled. Bill nearly dropped the cigar out of his hand. A figure wandered into the room. He was sort of average looking; not very tall with short black hair. He wore a jacket with patches on the elbows and a pair of jeans with checked sneakers. "AAAHHH!!!" Bill yelled. The figure laughed. "Always wanted to do that," he said. "You're the first Ebenezer I've ever visited. Usually it's Miiiichaelllll or Jaaaamesss. Really boring and doesn't have the same effect." "You scared the shit out of me," Bill yelled. "Who the fuck are you?" "Oh shit...sorry." He cleared his throat. "I am the Ghost of Conquests Paaaaast!!!" "Really?" Bill asked. The spirit frowned and slumped his shoulders forward. "I get that shit all the time. People look at me and think 'You're a spirit? Get real,'" he finished. The spirit walked over and picked up Bill's lit cigar. "Mmmm...Alex Bradley Americana. Nice cigar," He took another puff. "Look, man. I don't know what kind of shit you're pulling, but get the fuck out of here before I throw you out," Bill said. He puffed out his chest and walked towards the figure. "And that's another thing. Every time it's the same thing." He puffed out his own chest, although there wasn't much to puff out. He mimicked Bill's deep voice. "'Get the fuck or else!!' No one takes me seriously. I keep telling the guy's upstairs to give let me bulk up a bit, but it never works." Bill ran forward, swinging his fists at the figure. His fist went right through and into the back of the chair the spirit was standing in front of. "Ow! Fuck!" Bill yelled, holding his hand. The figure stood there, continuing to puff on the cigar. "This is one of the things I miss about being a spirit. Can't get a good cigar anywhere," he continued. Bill stepped back and kicked at the figure. His leg went through and he wound up flat on his back on the floor, his robe flopping open to reveal his limp cock. "No offense man, but uh...I don't need to see your junk," The figure said. Bill quickly closed his robe and leapt up, assuming a fighting position. The figure sighed. "Is this really necessary?" he asked. Bill took another swing. The momentum pulled him through the figure and he hit the couch with a thud. "Come on, Ebenezer. We really don't have a lot of time to do this and I've got three more appointments today." Bill stood up and fixed his robe again. "Ok. What do I have to do?" he asked. The spirit smiled. "That's better." He took another puff of the cigar. "Do you want it?" he asked. Bill shook his head and the figure placed it in the ashtray on the table. "All right then." The figure cleared his throat. "Take hold of my sleeve, Ebenezer," he said. Bill stopped and touched the sleeve of his coat. The room began to spin and Bill felt himself moving. They passed blurry figures of people and places; sunrises and sunsets; winters and summers. When they stopped, Bill fell over and almost threw up. The spirit laughed quietly. "Uh yeah. Sorry. I should have warned you about that." He put out his hand and helped Bill shakily to his feet. They looked around. "Where are we?" he asked. "This is your past, Ebenezer," he replied. "Look around." Bill blinked his eyes and tried to adjust to the dark. He appeared to be at a drive in movie theater. "It's...it's the Lakeside Drive-In," Bill finally said. "Yup," the spirit replied. "Summer 2001. You're 17 years old." The two walked to a car in the back row of the theatre. There was a silver Cadillac sitting in that row. The two peered inside. "Fuck! That's me," Bill said. The spirit laughed. He loved that first reaction. "Yes. That's you..you and Lucie Walden. Remember her?" Bill peered in deeper. He could put his head through the closed window. "No. Honestly, I don't," he replied. The spirit smiled and scratched his arm. "And that's the point, Ebenezer. You NEED to remember." Bill felt the spirit touch his neck and the room began to spin again. A moment later, he blinked his eyes. He was inside the car. He could see the movie on the screen and....himself..sitting next to him. Bill looked down and noticed his breasts heavy on his chest. Time around him seemed to stop. "What the fuck?!" he yelled, his voice now soft and more feminine. "In order for you to understand, you need to feel what she felt. This is the way it will be done," the spirit said. "Wait a minute. I can't do this." He grabbed at the door handle, it was locked. "Let me out, damn it!" "When this starts, you will no longer have control over this body. The events will play out as they did 13 years ago." He smiled. "I love this part. Have funnnn....." The voice trailed off and Bill watched as his vision warped. Things began moving again and sounds flooded his ears. He quickly felt a hand running over his leg. "You look amazing tonight, Lucie," he said. The hand moved up and down her leg. "You...you really think so?" Lucie asked. Bill could hear the voices coming out of his mouth, but had no control over what was happening. "Oh yeah. Totally," he continued. He moved in to kiss her lips. Bill felt his own lips on Lucie's pressing hard. He could feel her body tingle and react to the kiss. The feelings were incredible, more so than anything else he'd ever done. "You're the one. The one that I want to be with," he continued. Bill could feel his hands moving up and under Lucie's sweater...drifting higher and finally touching the underside of her silky bra. "Mmmmm..." Lucie moaned. "No. We...we can't. People will see," she yelled. "No baby," he said, kissing her again. "We're all alone. Just you...and me. No one else in the whole world," he kissed her again and massaged her nipples softly. Lucie purred, leaning back and giving him better access to her body. His hands slid back behind her and easily popped the clasp of her bra. He reached inside and touched her breasts softly, gently moving his hand around the outside. "Ohhhhh..." she moaned again. Bill felt the feelings Lucie felt. He felt the warmth of his hands, the emotions running through her head as he touched her body, the wetness between Lucie's legs" He moved his hand out and loosened his belt, sliding it off easily, and unsnapping his pants. Bill could see his own cock hard against his underwear, a small spot of precum on the front of his underwear. "Come on, baby. I need you so badly," he said, his voice soothing and commanding. Bill watched as Lucie's head moved towards his cock, her hands sliding down his underwear and touching the shaft. "That's it....ohhhh...yeahhh," he said. Bill felt her hands touch the tip and then slide over the shaft. The sensations running through her mind were incredible. Bill felt the pure animal lust that Lucie felt. A moment later, his cock was in her mouth. She nearly gagged but started to suck a bit harder and faster on him. Bill could taste the salty precum and feel the balls slapping against Lucie's chin. She moaned and Bill felt himself overwhelmed by the sensations running through her mind and body. He felt lost, completely and utterly enveloped by what was happening. He bucked and pushed himself in a bit deeper. Bill felt Lucie gag again but recover as he took charge and began to fuck her mouth. Slowly at first, then picking up speed. Lucie closed her eyes and Bill could only feel what was going on. He knew she needed him...that she wanted him...more than anything in the world. She pulled off his cock and sat back, her legs trembling. "Fuck me...please, Bill," she purred. She watched as he reached under her skirt and slide off her wet panties. He took them and tossed them into the back seat, sliding her legs farther apart. She yielded to him, letting him move her where he wanted. Bill could see himself sliding forward, the cock moving under the skirt until the tip touched the lips of her pussy. He ran the tip along the slit and she moaned again, louder than before. Bill felt the cock at her slit. The emotions became overwhelming again as he felt what Lucie felt...the lust, the wanton desire for this guy. The cock pushed past her slit and into her wet pussy. She arched her back and he slid in easier, moving in and out quickly, not wasting any time. He pushed harder and Bill felt her explode, covering the cock with a wet mess and helping it move in even faster. Bill had never felt anything like this before, especially in the body he was in now. She screamed as she exploded on him and a moment later, he exploded.....shooting a gooey mess into her. She gripped her muscles, trying to hold him and the cum inside her, but it still leaked out on to the back of her skirt and on to the seat of the car. "Fuuuuuuck!!!" he yelled as he came, pumping another one or two times, groaning and trying to get every last drop out. When they were finished, he pulled his underwear back up and slid his pants back on. She sat there, trying to catch her breath. Bill could feel the sticky mess on her body. "That...that was incredible," she said, breathlessly. Bill could tell her chest was heaving as she spoke. He smiled. "Tell you what..." he said, zipping up his pants. "Why don't you go get some popcorn before the next feature starts, ok?" Lucie paused and Bill could tell that her mind was clearing. "Uh, sure. I'll be....right back," she said. Bill watched as she got out of the car and headed towards the concession stand. He could feel the mess between her legs and could tell she was trying to walk as normally as possible. He could feel as some of it dripped out of her and down her legs. It was gross. She went into the snack bar and ordered the large popcorn and a few drinks. Bill could tell that she was self conscious about her appearance and a quick glance at her reflection in the window proved it. Her shoulder length black hair was wild; her lipstick was smeared and her eyes were watery from when she gagged on his cock. She blushed and Bill felt a small twinge of sadness for this girl. He wished he could remember what happened next. The clerk looked at her disapprovingly as she handed Lucie her stuff and took the money reluctantly, not really sure where it had been. Lucie blushed again and walked out back to the car...... And Bill noticed it wasn't there. "That son of a bitch!" Lucie yelled. She dropped her popcorn and drinks and time stood still again. "Kinda sucks, don't it?" The spirit stood there, munching on his own popcorn. Bill shrugged. "Well, she was an easy lay," he said. "You didn't expect me to stick around and wait for her, did you? he asked. Bill laughed. The words sounded kind of funny coming from that voice. The spirit shook his head. "You don't get it, do you?. Ok, one more stop," he said and had Bill touch his sleeve. Bill did and the theatre started to spin again. They came to a stop at the doors of his high school. He was still Lucie, but wearing different clothes. "Here we go," The spirit said, letting go of his arm. Time began to move again and Lucie walked in through the large doors. Bill could feel Lucie's emotions. She was ashamed, mortified over the events of last night. She could see people staring, looking disapprovingly at her. She walked slowly to her locker, spinning the lock. "Oh look..." A tall girl with long blond hair wearing a cheerleader's uniform walked next to her. Three other girls, similarly dressed followed her. "It's Loosey Lucie." The girl laughed. "Hey Loosey, how were things at the drive-in last night?" The girls laughed loudly and walked away. One bumped into Lucie, knocking her books to the floor. Bill could feel Lucie's pain. The embarrassment building made Lucie shake and she couldn't keep her hands steady as she piled up her books. "Where's my fifty bucks?" a voice said above Lucie. Bill recognized it as his own voice. "Fine. Asshole," the other voice said. Bill recognized it as his brother Jimmy. "I was sure little Miss Prissy Lucie wouldn't go out with you, much less let you fuck her." He laughed. "The proof is in the panties, my brother." They both laughed, walking down the hall in the opposite direction. Lucie left her books on the floor and ran out the door, not stopping until he reached her car. She climbed in, started the engine and drove off. Bill felt his world spinning again, faster this time. The blurry images pasted; the people and places; sunrises and sunsets; winters and summers.... Suddenly, Bill was alone. He was back in his house; sitting on the same couch. The glass of whiskey was still there along with the cigar smoldering in the ashtray. "AHHH!!!" he screamed. Bill patted his body, making sure that he was really himself. "What a fucking crazy dream," he said, downing the glass. He looked at the clock on the wall. It had been only a few minutes since he left. "Shit! I'm supposed to go to Tom's party. I don't really feel like it, but since I have nothing better to do..." he sighed, standing up and headed to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. Chapter Two The Ghost of Conquests Present Bill threw his robe on the bathroom floor and stepped into the hot shower. The water felt good on his body. His mind instinctively wandered to the earlier events. 'Did that REALLY happen?' he thought to himself. He thought harder about what he saw; the events at the Drive-In, the taunting at school the next day, Lucie rushing out of the school. Bill wondered what ever happened to her. He shrugged his shoulders and quickly went back to the shower. He put his head under the shower head and let the water drip down his back. When the shower was done, he turned off the water and opened the curtain. "Boo!" a voice said. Bill jumped back as a flash went off in his face. He grabbed a small handbar he had installed the shower and shook. "What the fuck??" he screamed. "This is going to look great on my facebook page," he voice said. The figure in front of him was a young girl. She looked to be about 16 with red hair and deep green eyes. She was average looking, not too thin or too tall, and wore wide rimmed glasses. She wore a blue T-shirt and sweat pants with the word "Juicy" written across the ass. "Who...what???" Bill yelled. She put her hand up. "One sec," she said as she continued typing on her phone. When she was done, she turned the phone around to show Bill. There was the picture of him, naked, nearly falling against the wall with the following description: "My latest.... #hunk #naked #conquests present" "Oooo. Already have four likes on this," She giggled, putting her phone in her pocket. He reached up and grabbed a towel, still dripping wet. "What..." Bill started to ask. She stopped him. "I am the Ghost of Conquests Present, Ebenezer," The spirit said, sort of matter of factly. I am here to show you...," She stopped, hearing a tone from her phone. "Oh wow. Someone shared this on their twitter feed. Nice." She turned to Bill. "Anyway, I am here to show you the errors of your ways." She held out her arm. "Touch my sleeve, Ebenezer and we'll be off," she said. Bill touched her sleeve and felt the room spin again. It wasn't as long or as disorienting as the previous trip. He looked around and found himself in a large den. The walls were covered with family pictures and a fire was burning brightly in the fireplace. There were 10 people sitting around the room, drinking, eating snacks and watching television. The girl was texting on her phone. Bill leaned over to see what she was typing. She pulled the phone away from him and slid it back into her pocket again. "I'm sure you recognize this, Ebenezer," she said. He nodded. "My friend Tom's house. He's having his holiday party tonight," Bill said. "Is this happening now?" She rolled her eyes. "I'm the Ghost of Conquests PRESENT. What do you think?" Bill sighed and watched as the door opened and a beautiful women entered the room. She had long blond hair, deep blue eyes, little pert nose, big breasts. "That's the girl from last night," Bill said. "What's her name.... Debbie...Donna?" "Denise. She's a friend of Tom's," she replied. "But you wouldn't have known that, would you?" "Fuck. Well, I can't go there now. I can't have her making a scene and ruining my chances with these other babes," Bill replied. The girl sighed and went back to typing on her phone. "Just watch," she said. They followed Denise as she tapped Tom on the shoulder, she was crying. Tom noticed and pulled her into the small room off the den. "Are you alright? What happened?" Tom asked. She sniffed and tried wipe the tears away. "I'm sorry. I...I didn't know where else to go," she said. "Sit down." They sat on the edge of the bed in the small room. "Tell me what happened." "I went out to Mulroony's last night...met this guy," she said, her voice shaking. "He was so charming and so good looking." Bill smiled. The spirit shook her head and kept texting. "But he turned out to be such...a...dick," she finished, raising her voice. "We went back to his place...we....we..." Tom put his arms around her, holding her tight. "What's his name?" he asked. "Bill...something. I..I don't remember," she replied. Tom let her go but kept his hands on her shoulders. "Bill," Tom replied. "Was he tall, muscular with black hair and a small goatee?" Denise nodded. Tom growled. "That son of a bitch, mother fucker!" he said, then sighed. "Bill Clarke. We used to work together before I got transferred. In fact, he's going to be here this afternoon for the party." Denise began to panic, sliding off the bed. "Oh my god. No. I...I can't see him again," she said. "Relax," Tom said. "I've invited him for the last 3 years and he's never shown up. He's always too busy with some....uh....oh," he finished, looking at Denise. "I'm sorry. "I just hate being such a fool," she said. "This happens all the time," She threw her head on Tom's chest, crying into his shirt. "Hey, hey...you're gonna get my shirt all wet," he said, laughing. He lifted her head and kissed her deeply on the lips. Bill turned to the spirit who was smiling over the likes on her status. "So, what's this got to do with me?" he asked. The spirit looked up at him and sighed. She tapped a few keys on her phone and Bill felt the rooms spinning again. Time stopped and he found himself looking into Tom's eyes. "There's an app for everything these days," the spirit said, tapping her phone. "No. No. I can't do this again. Once was enough," Bill said. His voice was soft and sweet again. He tried to get up but found himself unable to move off the bed. "You felt Lucie's pain," the spirit replied. "Now, you can see what true love feels like. Feel what being with someone who cares about you is like, rather than just someone to fuck," She tapped her phone again and time restarted. Bill felt Denise's face flush. She got very warm and felt butterflies in her stomach. They leaned in again, kissing deeper. Bill felt Denise's lips held tight against Tom's. Bill's mind started to swim, it thought of nothing but Tom....being with him....feeling his body close to Denise's. Tom's fingers touched Denise's cheek softly then moved through her hair. Denise purred as he touched her and her hand moved to his body, pressed against his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and touched his chest. Bill could feel the sensations of Tom's hair against her fingertips. She slid the shirt off and pressed her face against him. Tom stroked her hair softly, then moved to rub her back, finding the zipper to her little dress. She looked up at him. Bill could see the smile on Tom's face and felt Denise nod as Tom's slid the zipper down. Denise moved her head and helped Tom slide the dress off her shoulders, pulling out her arms and letting it fall to her waist. Bill could feel Denise's face flush again, her body warming to his touch. Tom leaned in and began to kiss her breast through her silky bra. The feelings going through Denise's body made Bill tingle. She moaned, quite loudly, as Tom reached back and unhooked her bra. He kissed and licked her nipple as she sat there. Bill could feel Denise was very wet. "Take me, Tom," Denise said. "Please..." She stood up and slid the rest of the dress off and removed her bra and panties. Tom stood up and Bill watched helplessly as he took off his clothes, his cock hard already. Denise lay back on the bed and Tom climbed up, sliding his cock slowly into her. Bill felt her shudder slightly as he entered, then relaxed as the gentle rhythms of their love making began. She moaned and grinded her body against him as Tom continued to take her. Bill felt the emotions going through her mind and all the sensations in her body. It was different than what he'd felt with Lucie. This was real...these two cared about each other very much. Tom turned her on to her stomach and she got to her hands and knees as he entered her from behind. He pushed harder and faster and she matched him, giving him maximum penetration into her. Bill felt her explode as Tom increased his movements, her body shaking and her face pushing against the bed. Bill wasn't sure how she could stand it any longer. Her body shook and she dripped all down her leg and covered his cock with her juices, letting him slide in even easier and deeper. He pumped slower and longer, using the entire length of his cock in her. Denise screamed and Bill sensed her passion, he could feel the cock sliding in and out of Denise's pussy....pushing slow and long, teasing her. Bill almost felt himself screaming with passion as Tom started moving faster. "Uuuuhhhh..." Denise yelled. "Please...cum in me..." she said, her voice trailing off. Tom nodded.....pumped a few more times and exploded inside her. He grabbed her hips tight, pushing in deep as he filled her hole. When he was done, Denise pulled forward, sliding him out and she immediately went to clean his still hard cock. Bill could taste the mix of juices on Tom's cock, but instead of being disgusted he felt happy. She licked and teased his cock, moving her tongue from the tip down the shaft and then back up again. This made her moan again and she reached down to play with herself as she wrapped her lips around him. After a few moments, Denise came again, her body shaking and her mouth opening wide. "Fuuuuuuck!!" she yelled, as her fingers massaged her slit faster. Bill felt himself shake as she did, the sensations of her orgasm making his head spin. A moment later, Denise fell back on the bed. Tom followed, lying next to her and she crawled up, putting her head on his chest. Time stopped again. Suddenly, Bill was standing next to the spirit, his towel barely hiding his erection. The spirit laughed. "Was it good for you too?" she asked. Bill put his hands over his cock, trying to hide it, but it was useless. The spirit ripped the towel off and snapped another picture with her phone. "This one's a keeper." She laughed. "Are you all right?" Tom asked Denise as they lay together. She nodded. "I'll have a talk with Bill. Don't worry about it," she purred and nuzzled closer to Tom. The room spun again and Tom found himself standing in the shower, naked. The towel he was wearing was sitting on the toilet next to the tub. His cock was still hard. Chapter Three The Ghost of Conquests Yet to Come Bill shook his head and looked down. He noticed his cock and quickly grabbed the towel, trying to cover it up. "What the fuck is happening to me?" he yelled to no one in particular. He took his robe, threw it on over the towel and headed back down stairs. When he reached the living room, the glass of whiskey was still there, the ice had not even melted. Bill grabbed it and downed it in one gulp, the poured himself another. "I don't know if I can take any more," he said gulping the second one. Suddenly, the lights went out. Bill dropped the glass on the floor, feeling the ice against his bare feet. He stood up and grabbed a flashlight. He scanned the room quickly, abruptly, looking for something....anything. A moment later, the front door opened and a cold breeze entered the room. Bill's legs shook as he looked. A figure floated into the room. It was shrouded in a black form fitting garment. Bill could tell his was a curvaceous woman. Her breasts strained against the fabric, it barely holding them. The fabric held tight against all her curves, as he thought, leaving nothing to the imagination. The hood concealed her face and even the sleeves were long enough to hide her hands. She moved close to Bill, standing inches away from him. He could smell the sex on her body, her pussy damp through the tight material. Bill fell to his knees, gripping her around her hips and upper legs. The scent was overwhelming and he started to get hard again. He looked up at her. "You are the Ghost of Conquests Yet to Come?" he asked, his voice shaking. "You are to show me visions of things that have not yet happened, but will happen?" The spirit, who's head was covered by the hood, nodded slowly. "You wouldn't want to reconsider, would you?" he asked. The spirit stared down at him. He thought he heard her sigh. He stood up slowly, picking up the flashlight and quickly shining it into the hood. Only blackness looked back at him, as if the light was absorbed by the material of the hood. He dropped the light and took a few steps back. "No. No, I won't go with you! You can't make me. I know how this works!" he yelled. The spirit moved slowly towards him. He tried to keep moving back but he was overcome with lust. Something about this woman made her irresistible to him. He knew what it was....that smell...the smell of animal lust and sex...but that didn't make it any better. The spirit held out her arm, moving closer to Bill. He closed his eyes, trying to back away...trying to push the sensations and emotions in his mind out. His back pressed up against the wall. He felt himself crying. "Please. I'll be better. I promise. I know what I've done is wrong. I'll...I'll be a better person. Please..." The spirit put her arm out in front of Bill. He closed his eyes deeply. He didn't want to go, but realized soon that he didn't have a choice. He touched the sleeve of the spirit and the room began to spin again. He opened his eyes, feeling something cool on his legs. He was in a gentlemen's club. All around him were dancers; some tall, some short, dark hair, blond hair, different races and ethnicities. The place was crowded. Each dancer had their own little stage with a pole on it, and around the stage were 4 chairs; one on each side. The music was loud and each girl had a few men watching her. Bill stood up, letting go of the spirit's sleeve. He looked around the room, watching. Next to them was a long bar. There were almost a dozen people siting there, drinking. Other girls who weren't dancing walked around the bar, talking with the patrons, some being touched and handled roughly by them. "So what happens now?" Bill asked. The spirit pointed to the door and a moment later, another version of himself walked in. He looked about the same. It was hard to tell how much time will have passed before he wanders in. This version of him had the same swagger, the same arrogant manner that Bill had come to hate over these past two visits. He walked in and sat down one of the poles. The girl was about 5'4" with deep red hair, beautiful green eyes and smooth, silky skin. But, Bill could tell why he chose her...she has voluptuous curves and incredible breasts. The girl's body moved around the pole, almost making love to it. She acted as though the pole was a part of her. As if she wasn't just dancing on it but dancing with it. It was a partner in her performance, not a tool. Older Bill stared at this girl, his mouth nearly hanging open. She slid towards him, directing his eyes towards her breasts, shaking them slowly. She put her hands on top of them, then slid the hands down taking Bill's eyes with them. He drooled watching her move. "Good evening, sir," she said. "My name's Ebony. Welcome to the Pits." The voice was as pleasing as the rest of her. Bill smiled. "It's nice to be here, Ebony. I'm Bill." "Well, Bill," she said, smiling. "If there's anything...anything at all that I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask." Bill smiled again. "Oh, I know EXACTLY what you can do for me, Ebony." He stood up and called for one of the bouncers that stood around the club. The man walked over and Bill slipped him a $100 bill. The man took it, checking to make sure it was real and gave Bill a key. "Room 16," he said, walking away. Bill looked back to Ebony, showing the key to her. She nodded and climbed off the pole. "Give me two minutes, sir," she replied, sliding away. Bill watched her ass wiggle as she headed back. He walked to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. He gulped it down and walked back through the doors leading to the various rooms. The spirit pointed and older Bill walked through the doors as well. It led to a long hallway, decorated with heavy shag carpet and dimly lit with lanterns at each door. He walked into the room just as younger Bill stepped in. Ebony was amazing. She had changed from her dancing costume to a short, white negligee that hugs her curves and showed off her breasts. Younger Bill quickly removed his clothes. "Spirit, please!!" younger Bill yelled. "Please don't do this to me!" Before Bill could protest, the room waivered and he saw himself lying on the bed, watching himself get undressed. Younger Bill removed his top and his pants fairly quickly. Ebony moaned quietly, but Bill couldn't feel any emotions like the other ones. She eyes watched him, uninterested, as he finished removing his clothes. She purred and beckoned him to the bed. He moved quickly, ripping the clothes off her body. "Ohhhh, sirrrr..." she purred. "You're..." She took a deep breath. "Amazing." "Mmmmm..." she continued as she leaned over, taking his cock deep into her mouth. Bill expected to feel something from this; at least the same kind of lust that he had felt from the other girls, but there was nothing there. Not the least bit of emotion. She took him in her mouth...sucking firmly on his shaft as he pumped into her mouth. Bill could feel the cock hitting the back of Ebony's throat, but nothing more. His mind screamed. How could this be happening? He felt so much the last two times. He knows what the emotions are supposed to be like. Why? Why wasn't it happening now? Older Bill grabbed Ebony's head, shoving his cock deeper into her throat. The girl nearly gagged but recovered quickly to suck the cock harder. Bill pulled out and threw Ebony back on the bed, spreading her legs. "Oh my, sir....you are forceful," she purred, spreading her legs wider. Bill wasted no time in shoving his cock deep into her. She screamed and closed her legs around his body. Younger Bill felt the cock inside Ebony, her body taking it easily. She began to get wet and he slid easily in and out of her. It didn't take long for Bill to explode, shooting his load deep inside her. Ebony lay there, taking his cock and arching her back pushing him farther inside her. Suddenly, Bill stopped, his face a mask of pain. He fell back off of her and hit the floor. He began clutching his chest. Ebony looked up, seeing him on the floor and quickly picked up the phone. She threw a robe over herself and opened up the door. A group of four men entered the room. The picked Bill up and took him out of the room. Ebony sat there, the robe clutched around her body. Younger Bill screamed, but the scream came from Ebony's mouth. Her hand covered her mouth, Bill noticed that he did it. "Oh my god...." Ebony said. "Spirit!! Spirit, where are you??" Time froze and the 'Ghost of Conquests Yet To Come' entered the room. Ebony climbed off the bed and ran towards her, falling as Bill had not gotten used to her body. "Tell me!" Ebony yelled, grabbing at her sleeve. "What happens to me?" The spirit remained silent but pointed out the door. Ebony ran out the door and watched as two men picked up Bill's body and took it out the door. She ran up to them, but another man stopped her. "Get back to work, Ebony," he said. "What's going to happen to him?" she asked. He laughed. "Come on, Eb," he replied. Her face dropped. Ebenezer.....Eb.....Ebony "You know what happens in these situations," She tried to push past him but he was too strong. She was able to see the men open the trunk of Bill's car and put him inside. They then went to the front, got in and drove away. Ebony began to cry. The man spoke again. "Now get back there, get dressed and head back on stage. Hurry before Mr. McMasters sees you," he spun her around, swatted her ass and Ebony ran back to the room. She got to the room and shut the door. The spirit was still standing there. She ran over and grabbed her sleeves. "The images you've shown me," she said, "are they images that WILL be or things that MAY be? I need to know. Tell me!!" The spirit stood there a moment. Bill thought he heard laughing. He stared at the figure and could see the head bobbing up and down. "They are things that ARE, Ebenezer," the spirit replied laughing. Bill stepped back and fell into a chair next to the bed. The spirit walked a bit closer and lifted her hands. Thin, white hands with long red nails fell from them. The hands lifted to the hood and removed it. "YOU??!!" Bill yelled. "JIMMY??!!" The figured under the cloak was the girl who first came to him in the house. The spirit laughed again. "You are a fool," She replied. "Your brother was never here." Bill looked at her, dumbfounded. "It was a lie to make you believe what we needed you to believe," she finished. "Then.....who are you??" "I am someone who's sister you wronged," she said. "This has been nothing but a dream, Ebenezer." The hood was pulled back to reveal a face that he had never seen before. "I am Vanessa Livingston, my sister was Lucie Walden. You wondered what happened to her after that evening. Well, I will tell you." Vanessa sat down in the chair. Her eyes began to fill with tears. "She left school that day and ran straight home, determined to make you pay for what you did." She stopped a moment. "But it never happened. She was so distraught, she ran away from home. Lucie wound up across the country, hooked on drugs and prostitution. By the time we found her, it was too late. She had died of an overdose." She stood back up and walked to Bill. "You have been drugged and taken from your home about 6 months ago. No one missed you, since you're such a prick." "This...this can't be happening," he screamed, trying to wrap his mind around it. She laughed. "We took you and transformed you into the figure that you now see in the mirror. Isn't she pretty?" Bill looked in the mirror again. "Through a process of drugs, hormones and surgery, you are now Ebony. This whole episode was a dream, brought out through other drugs and hypnosis with suggestion. Lay down, Ebenezer." Bill walked over to the bed. He felt as if he had no control over his body. "When you wake up, this is where you will be. This is your life now. Enjoy it, Ebony," she laughed. Bill screamed. Ebony's voice filled his ears. The room began to fade and waive as it had before and Bill's eyes popped open. He sat up quickly and noticed, as the girl had said, he was in the same room. The door was closed and he heard the sounds of the club outside in the hallway. "Oh God...no!" he said. His voice was soft and sensuous, like in the dreams The door flew open and a large man, carrying a stick burst into the room. "Ebony!" he yelled, his voice deep and growling. "Get your fucking lazy ass out of that bed and get to work," he picked up the stick and swatted it hard against the bed. The metal made a loud clang and Bill leapt out of the bed. "You look like shit, girl," he yelled. "You need another hit?" Bill's eyes went wide as he took a needle out of a pouch on his belt. Bill shook his head, quickly. "Ok then," he replied, putting the drugs away. "We have customers waiting. Get dressed and get out there. Fucking bitch!" he said, slamming the door behind him. Bill looked around the room. It was similar to the room in the dream, but now he could make out more details; the large mirror with photos, the clothes hanging in the closet, the stains on the floor and dirt on the walls. Bill began to cry, but remembered quickly the large man with the stick. He went into the closet and picked out something he thought would be appropriate. He was just about to put it on when the door opened again. Bill jumped, thinking it was the guy again, but this time it was a short girl with cropped blond hair. "Russell told me you're having one of your episodes again," she said. She opened her hand and showed two blue pills. "Take these. You'll feel better." Bill stared at the pills. He didn't take them right away. "I...I don't belong here," he said to her. "It's all a mistake. You've got to help me get out." She put her hand on Bill's shoulder. "Let's not start that again, Ebony," she replied. "You know why you're here. Take these and go on out there." Bill looked at her helplessly. "I know. I know. I've been a terrible person. I can change. Honest, I can. If you just help me..." She stopped him, looking confused. "What the hell are you talking about?" she asked. "I..I used to be..." he stopped. She sighed. "I know who you used to be," she said. Bill's eyes lit up. "We've been through all this before." She pushed the pills in front of Bill. "Take these before Russell comes back. If he sees you like this, he'll kick your ass," She waived her hand slightly. Bill sighed and took the two pills, swallowing them quickly. She gave him a glass of water and he took a few big gulps to wash it down. "No one cares what you were before you came here, Ebony," She finished. "All they care about is watching you shake your ass and sticking their cocks in your pussy," Bill teared up a bit. "Now hurry up and let's get you dressed." She pushed past Bill to the closet, grabbed a short red dress that Bill thought would never fit her. She turned back. "Get your panties and stockings on. Shit! You'd think you'd never done this before," She yelled. Bill went to the small drawer and grabbed a pair of red thong panties. He laughed to himself. He loved to see this on girls and rip them off with his teeth before sex. He even had a few pairs tucked away, trophies of his past conquests. He slid them on slowly, marveling at the feeling of the material against his smooth, silky legs. There was almost immediately a small, wet spot at the crotch of the panties. She turned back to him and laughed. "Good. The pills are working," she said, tossing the dress on the bed and looking in the bottom of the closet for a pair of shoes. Bill took the garter belt and wrapped it around his waist. It suddenly became a bit difficult to concentrate. Every move that he made, made his body tingle. "Ohhhhh..." Bill moaned. "Shit, Ebony. Not yet, girl," she replied. "Save that for the paying customers." Bill caught himself and attached the garter around his waist, spinning it so that the latch was in the back. He grabbed the pair of red stockings and slowly slid them up each leg. He moaned again, nearly collapsing from the feelings running through his body. She pulled Bill off the bed and pulled the dress over her head. Bill was right...it didn't fit. He looked down and saw his full breasts spilling over the top. The material hugged her curves and left almost nothing to the imagination. She pushed Bill back on the bed and slid on the two red high heeled shoes. She pulled him back up and led him to the door. She yelled out the door. "She's ready!" Russell came back in the door, still carrying the stick. Bill saw it, but didn't really care. There were too many sensations running through her body. "Good. Let's get her out there," Russell said. The two of them led her out the door and on to the small stage. They helped her up and Bill grabbed on to the pole for support. "Come on Ebony," she said. "Dance." Bill looked around, seeing the men in the crowd. He froze for a quick moment. Russell growled and jumped up on the stage next to her. He grabbed a whip that he carried in his belt. "Move your fucking ass, bitch!" he yelled, snapping the whip against his thighs. Bill screamed, moving around the pole in fear of the lash. "MOVE!" he screamed back, snapping it again. Suddenly, Bill found himself dancing on the pole. Russell was using the whip to move him around the pole in a sensuous dance routine. Bill could feel his pussy dripping; the pills added to the movement and the feelings of his body on the pole made him uncontrollably horny. Russell had obviously done this before. He changed position to control Bill's moves. The crowd applauded and cheered as Bill was whipped. A few times, Russell actually hit Bill and he fell to the floor of the stage. Russell would then snap the whip around his feet, causing him to squirm away and stand back up quickly. "THAT'S IT! TEACH THAT BITCH A LESSON!" someone in the crowd yelled. "FUCK YES!!" another yelled. "DANCE, YOU SLUT!!" Russell snapped the whip harder, hitting Bill again across the thighs. Bill screamed, the sweet voice rising above the music and fell back to the floor. Russell snapped the whip a few times above Bill's head and he covered his ears with his hands, his long nails nearly digging into her skull. The music stopped and Russell threw the whip to the ground. Bill was covered in sweat and bruises, the heat from the lashes of the whip, radiating on his body. He noticed that his pussy was dripping even harder. "I think I'll just take this bitch myself," Russell yelled. He reached down to Bill, pulling him to his knees. Suddenly, Russell's cock was in his face. "Suck it, slut. Get busy or I'll beat your ass again!" he said. Bill opened his mouth slowly and Russell shoved his cock deep into her mouth. The crowd cheered again as he held Bill's head and fucked his mouth. Bill felt his breasts bounce up and down as the cock slid in and out. Instinctively, Bill wrapped his lips around the shaft and Russell smiles, grabbing his hair. Bill tried to scream but the cock was deep in his mouth. "Mmmmpphhh!!!" Bill yelled. Russell yanked down the front of Bill's dress, breasts coming free of the tight material. The nipples were hard and stood up stiff. Russell reached down, tweaking them causing Bill to scream again. Russell laughed and pulled harder on them, making Bill open his mouth wider. Russell pushed the cock as far as it would go. Bill gagged, tears rolling down his face as the cock was held tightly. Bill could tell his panties were soaked with juice as his mouth was being fucked. Russell held the cock there. "Who wants this pussy?" he yelled, pulling up the front of Bill's dress. Everyone would see how wet he was. The crowd cheered and hands went up holding money.... Russell looked around and pointed. "You!" Bill looked around Russell to see the man he was pointing at holding at least three hundred dollar bills in his hand. The man smiled and men cheered and groaned, having not been chosen, and the man ran up to the stage. He was about 50, balding with patches of gray and black hair on the sides and back of his head. He wore thick glasses and had a small mustache. He paid Russell the money and walked behind Bill. Russell's cock was still in his mouth. The man reached between his legs, feeling his wet pussy. Bill moaned again and the man smiled. "Fuck!" he said, surprised as how wet Bill was. The man pushed Bill down on all fours and pushed the thong aside, showing the glistening pussy. Russell started pumping Bill's mouth again, making Bill gag, as the man removed his pants. The crowd cheered again and Bill felt pressure against his wet pussy. He screamed, but again the cock concealed his protests. The tip of the cock pushed against his slit and Bill's screams changed to moans. "She's so fucking wet!! Mmmmm...yeah..." the man said. He pushed his cock in deeper and Bill's mouth opened wider, prompting Russell to shove his cock down his throat. Bill felt himself gag again. Russell leaned down. "You fucking throw up and I'll slice your throat, bitch," he whispered. Bill tried to control the gag reflex as the man behind him shoves his cock in as deep as it would go. The feeling was incredible. The cock in his mouth began moving in and out, still staying deep in his throat as the one in his pussy started pumping slowly, taking his time.....not wanting to rush. Bill's body became weak as the two men took him. He tried to fall to his belly but the cocks kept him on his hands and knees. The man behind him started to pump faster. Bill could feel his balls slapping against his wet pussy, squishing as he was being fucked. Russell pumped faster and longer and Bill was able to wrap his lips around the shaft again, applying a little suction on his cock. Russell moaned and pumped faster, pushing Bill back as the man pushed him forward. "Mmmmppphhh!!!" Bill moaned as the two men continued. He felt his body shaking. His nipples were rubbing against the stage floor as they fucked him, causing greater sensations in his body. The man pumped a few more times and exploded in Bill's pussy. Bill could feel the sticky liquid filling him up and held his legs together in an effort to hold it in. At the same time, Russell exploded in his mouth. He gagged again, not exactly sure what to do with it. Bill decided to swallow as quickly as possible so as not to choke on it or spill any of it. He wasn't sure what Russell would do if the cum got all over the place. He managed to swallow most of it before a bit leaked out of his mouth and hit the stage floor. Bill finally exploded, his juices mixing with the man behind him. Russell's cock popped out of his mouth and he screamed. "AAAAAHHHH!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!" Bill yelled. "YES! FUCK ME HARDER!!" The crowd cheered again as the man pumped a few more times before pulling out, his cum dripping on the floor as well. Russell stood up and zipped up his pants. The man behind Bill slumped to the floor in front of the stage, exhausted, not even managing to pull his pants up. Bill fell in a heap on the stage floor, his body in pain and sticky from the two men. He lay there, gasping for breath as his breasts heaved against the wood of the floor. Russell grabbed Bill by the hair, pulling him to his knees. "All right!" Russell yelled, "Who's next?" Men began raising their hands, holding up money. Bill looked out into the crowd, horrified, his body still dripping cum, and began to cry.