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THE COLLECTOR
A financially independent man uses his unlimited time and resources to ‘collect’ female trophies. The culmination of the hunt being a reward onto itself for him, he works alone. Patient and particular his hunts are always eventually successful. His prey meeting a stringent standard of being young and attractive, he’s found the ‘exotic dancer’ industry his best hunting grounds. The seedier strip joints are the safest to stalk even if the ‘trophies’ are like fine jewels, few and far between, the girls easier to just disappear with the least chance of serious investigations. Once collected, their futures are decided totally at his pleasure.
Chapter One? A new trophy
In the ‘gentlemen’s club’ actually more like a stereotypical strip joint, sitting alone back in the dark shadows he watches the girls taking their turns on the mirrored three pole stage, the others between dances at the tables in the fringes of darkness plying their trades. It’s become just another night, a night not unlike so many others of the past few weeks of being on the prowl in just another third rate strip joint searching for his perfect project. Getting late, close to closing time, he decides he might as well give it the last few minutes before leaving for the estate, there’ll be another night and another club.
?Lap dance, Hon??
Turning as the fresh scent from the direction of the youthful voice wisps across his shoulder, he’s taken by the sight of the girl just a couple steps behind his chair trying to get his attention. Instinctively he instantly realizes his latest search is all but over.
?What’a you say?? Last call? The final song’s before closings in just a couple minutes!?
Glancing around and toward her tanned face through his custom framed tinted glasses, a quick scan of her practically naked body, except for her firm, melon sized breasts she’s almost an innocent schoolgirl in nothing more then a slingshot style g-string outfit. Slowly nodding, he realizes he’s agreeing not only for the dance, but for her to become his next trophy.
?Yea? Sure.? He finally answers as she steps next to his left leg, her perfume just barely noticeable, yet masking the all too familiar musky smells of the ‘club’ as she slips from the shadows, her sensuous body with just a hint of a glisten. Sliding his left arm around her bare waist he asks. ?How ‘bout a private booth? Back in the back??
?Sure!... A private dance? Or maybe the last couple?? Again the sound of her almost forced youthful voice as her hand slips across his knee.
Obviously wise beyond her years, streetwise that is, he thinks to himself. Just another trait he looks for, another easy hurdle for him to handle. ?Maybe? If that body looks as good as I think it does when you’re completely naked.? He smiles as her right breast jaunts outward just inches from his face, the black thong strap barely covering the flattened silhouette of her nipple, sinking into her oval shaped areola poking out from either side.
?Completely naked?? She girlishly answers with a sheepish nod as she glances down between her breasts, her partially exposed nipples. Slipping a couple fingers beneath the ‘V’ of the bottom of her outfit as her rippling stomach flattens further, pushing her hips forward while exposing just a fraction of an inch of the top of her shaven slit, she slips the material away from her evenly tanned flesh for a brief teasing moment before sliding her fingers back out. ?This costs a little more Hon!... Helps pay for my college.? She smiles not so girlishly as she grips his left hand, helps guide it down across the curve of her left hip letting the tips of his fingers slip underneath the sling shot strap to rest at the height of the crease separating her shaven pubic mound with her thigh. ?Most lap dances are just topless? Like I said? For me to get naked for you? And anything else you get costs extra, okay??
?Of course? Cost isn’t a problem with me? As long I can help you get an education and I get my moneys worth!? He adds nearly whispering as he casually glances around the room, back toward her big brown eyes, her innocent looking face as he thinks of the education she’ll be receiving alright. ?Like I said? Money’s never a problem? Ever!?
Eyes momentarily locking, a brief serious stare before a slight giggle, a squeeze of his hand and she turns toward the back room with her latest John. ?Come on Hon? Follow me.?
Hand in hand, following just behind her as she struts in her six inch black heels, he watches the tips of her dark hair sway across her shoulders as he melds with the patrons, just another Joe in a strip joint on a Saturday night, anybody watching, watching her. Led through a dark curtain, toward a row of private booths, he steps past her, taking control he leads her to the last closed curtain. Glancing toward her, he asks. ?This booth? This booth okay??
Nodding, glancing back, she smiles. ?Sure Hon? Go on? Have a seat.?
Sitting on the leather armless chair, its back to the wall, he relaxes as he slips a wad of bills from his shirt pocket along with a couple clear plastic baggies with combined, what appears to be a stupid amount of cocaine inside. The stack of bills, all hundreds, flicking them back and forth, he slips them back in the same pocket with the pair of baggies. ?Up to you what all you get!? He nods as he acts unconcerned, even as he scrutinizes her every movement. ?The more you’re willing to do without me having to ask? Well? Like I said? Money’s never a concern with me? Understand??
?Yea? Yea, Hon!? She answers, not quite with the same girlish voice as her brown eyes widen toward his hand slipping the bills back in the shirt pocket as she reaches up across her arching shoulders, slips the straps one at a time from across her thrust out left breast, then her right. Sliding both hands down across her hips with the straps stretching between her fingers and thumbs, leaning forward, allowing her bare breasts to sway back and forth just above his shoulders, she slips the thong from between her spread thighs. Dropping the skimpy material to the floor, arching her back, slipping her hands behind her neck, she spreads her knees as she slips up across his thighs, practically tiptoeing in her stiletto heels.
Glancing down across her own naked body, glancing back toward his face, again with her girlish voice she asks. ?Well?... Better naked?... Like my bare pussy??
Smiling, glancing from her firm melon sized breasts to down between her spread thighs, her smoothly shaven pubic mound glistening, the puffy flaps of her labia almost flat as they spread around her tight vagina, he nods. ?Yea? Yes, just what I look for.? He answers, again with more meaning then she could ever realize. ?How old are you??
?How old you want me to be?? He hears her tease back as the music in the background begins to play in the booth’s speakers. Ironic, he thinks to himself as she begins to gently gyrate to the lead in instrumentation to ‘Hotel California’.
?I can be a schoolgirl? Or I can be a sophisticated lady!? She consciously smiles as her breasts gently sway, her flat, hollowed stomach erotically rippling in and out as her fingers twist her thick dark hair behind her tilting head. Sliding her thighs back and forth, her bare slit pressing across the fly of his jeans, she seductively slips the tip of her tongue across the moist lipstick of her seductively parted lips. ?I can be anything you want? Desire me to be!? She continues, the ‘Eagles’ music in the background.
?I’m sure you can.? He nods back as his hands glides across either side of her flexing hips. The words of the music resonating in his ears? ‘Dark desert highway’? ‘Mirrors on the ceiling’? ‘Champagne on Ice’? ‘Just can’t kill the beast’ playing through the speakers as her body melds with his, her gyrations even more seductive, erotic as the instrumentation again dominates the song, his thoughts. ?Yes? I’m sure you can!?
Eyes locking, a tinge of a smile on her face, she softly asks. ?What’cha thinking?... You happy with me Hon??
?The song? That’s all.? He answers as he cups her butt cheeks, slips her a little higher on his lap. ?Brings back memories.?
?Maybe I can give you some new memories!? She smiles as she continues to sway, grind across his lap as she reaches down and unzips his trousers. Glancing in his eyes, momentarily sliding her hips back toward his knees, she glances toward the curtain. ?You have to hold still? Let me do everything? Okay??
Feeling her young, firm body, catching the fragrance of her whispery scent, he listens to the words of the song? ‘You can check out anytime you like, but you just can’t never leave’ as it plays on, again leading to the final instrumentation, to his thoughts of what’s ahead with his new trophy, and sure she’s certainly going to give him some real memories. ?Yea? Yea, okay!?
The speakers momentarily silent, her body slowing to a stop, she slips a hand inside his jeans, across his more then semi-erect cock. ?Ohhh? You’re really huge, aren’t you?? She rasps like she’d probably done more then a few times before as she manipulates his manhood out from the open fly, but this time having to actually mean it. Lifting her breasts with the spread fingers and thumb of her other hand, she presses her fingers inward until her areolas, nipples flattens together while she leans forward, her lips just an inch or so above her breasts. Slipping her thighs up over the head of his stiffening cock, his face also only inches from her nipples swelling between her fingers, she rocks forward with her hips letting the soft folds of her labia brush across the tip of his flinching crown. Flicking the tip of her tongue across her right nipple, twisting, pushing her left nipple toward his mouth, she smiles while barely nodding. ?Go ahead? Lick? Suck? Whatever you want, Hon while my pussy massages the head of your hard cock?
The tanned puckering areola, the hardening nub of the nipple brushing across his lower lip, he slips his tongue outward. While leaning forward, curling the tip of his moist tongue across the nub he gently sucks inward, feels the taut flesh between his parted lips as her body twitches, her hips flexing as the soft tissues of her labia strokes across his pulsing, oozing cock. Raising a hand and reaching in his pocket, slipping the top of the baggy partially open, he dips his forefinger into the powder, slips his finger between his lips and across her nipple while watching the powder adhering to her moist flesh.
Slipping his hand across her bare chest, flicking the remainder of the powder across her other taut nipple he again dips into the baggy, brushing his forefinger across the moist folds of her spread vagina. Rubbing the fingernail full of powder across the head of his shaft then flicking the remainder back and forth across the hood covering her clit, finally her clit itself absorbing powder, he slips his fingers out, massages her sensitive orifice encircling just the tip of his twitching cock.
Her face close to his shirt pocket, close to the baggies and the thick fold of currency, she’s barely grunting, her body trembling across his as her knees bow around his thighs. Dipping his finger in the second bag, holding it beneath her nostrils, letting her whiff a strong amount of powder from his fingernail he almost instantly feels her trembling body begin to react to the sensitive manipulation of his fingers between her thighs.
?Oooohhh!.... Yesssss?. Ohhhh!? Her husky whimpers, her warm breathe brushes across his ear as she leans her face across her breast toward his neck. Ohhhh?. Ahhh!? More whimpers as he slips his finger a knuckle, a couple knuckles deep into her more then moist slit as his cock brushes across her swelling, twitching clit. ?Ohhh? Do? Do you want me Babe?... Do you??
Gently nodding, he again senses the irony of her question as he watches the powder laced with GHB glisten in her flailing nostril, again amusing himself with the answer. ?Yes? Yes I want you? I want all of you? Tonight!?
The second number cackling through the speakers, again her body springs to life. Seductively twisting, arching, squirming across his lap as her head turns, twists with her hair flowing across her shoulders to the rhythm of ‘Brown Eyed Girl’ another of his favorites, and another ironic song as he again grips her thighs, watches the powder dissolving in her glistening nipples as her breasts brush back and forth just in front of his face to the ‘Van Morrison’ classic.
Glancing up toward her smiling, seemingly carefree face, her lips silently mouthing the song’s words, her hands swaying, playfully pointing toward him, toward herself, animatingly practically describing herself, he feels the stirring deep inside, the hardness between his lap while knowing she’s obviously also feeling his manhood between her teasing legs as the head of his cock disappears just an inch or so up between the moist folds rimming her vagina.
?This brown eyed girl’s expensive to party with Hon!? She jokes as the song continues, her erotic movements coinciding with the music. ?But!? She continues almost singing to the song as she barely squats, lets her tight vagina walls envelope just the throbbing crown of his cock like a warm glove. ?You’ll find out I’m worth it when I’m turned on? If you know what I mean!?
?Oh?. I know? And you’ll be.? He grins back, feeling the puffy folds of her labia pressing around the rim of the crown of his cock, teasingly going no deeper as her thighs hyper flexes across his lap. He knows he’s certain of that more then she is as the second song slows to its end.
?Tonight? Brown eyed girl? Just you? Me and this!? He smiles, patting his pocket with one hand while cupping her chin with his other, taking time to stare closer into her dilating eyes as she squats naked over his lap, her turned on body quivering. Her youthful face almost innocent looking, actually obviously naturally beautiful without the cheapening makeup, her slim buttocks seem almost boyish. But, gripping and manipulating her substantial breasts, the firm melons are actually natural. ?If you’re ready? Just you and me? The contents of this pocket are all yours? Okay??
Nodding, almost a silly grin on her face she glances again toward his pocket as she raises her hips, lets the engorged damp head of his shaft slip out. ?Yea? Yea that’s cool!? She blurts, feeling good, her breasts quivering as she reflexively slides her butt cheeks back across his knees, grinds her spread thighs back and forth across his lap, relieving the itch, or whatever’s causing the tingling.
The lights brightening in the room outside the curtain, he grips her thighs, helps her off his lap. Noticing she’s showing initial slight effects, but not yet enough to cause any suspicion he leans, grabs her thong from the floor while pulling out the bills from his pocket. Counting out one, three, finally five crisp hundred dollar bills, he hands them to her with the thong as he practically whispers. ?Here? Take this with you? Get dressed and I’ll meet you outside if you want to make some real money? Okay??
?Yea.? She smiles, staring at the bills, again glancing toward his hand going back in his pocket. ?Where? Where at outside??
Parting the curtain, glancing into the practically vacant hallway, he answers. ?My car? the white Buick? I’ll be across the lot? We’ll take it to my place.?
?Okay.? She starts to answer. ?My car’s just around the building??
?Listen? I don’t want anyone knowing? I mean knowing what I’ve got on me, so don’t??
Grinning, tapping his pocket, she glances into the hallway while holding her g-string at her side. ?Hey? I don’t want to share any of that stuff? Think I’m stupid?... My car’s a red Honda? Meet me there in ten minutes so I can put my stuff in it, okay??
Slipping the bag open in his pocket, pinching his thumb and finger together, lifting the powder toward her nose, he nods.
Taking a whiff, shaking her head, she rests her breasts above her left arm as she gives him a peck on the cheek before turning toward the hallway to the dressing room. ?Ten minutes Hon.?
?My car? Remember, forget your Honda tonight.? He answers. I’ll be parked across the lot in front of the door? Just you and me? Got it??
Glancing him up and down, nodding with a smile, she walks away, flaunting her naked backside. ?Got it!?
Leaving the establishment, melding with the few pathetic losers leaving empty handed, he walks in the misty rain to the dark corner of the lot to his black Mercedes with dark tinted glass. Smiling to himself, scanning the lot and seeing her older, scraped and dented Honda around the corner, he waits for her to come out.
Watching for her to exit through the intermittent wipers streaking across the windshield, finally seeing her talking to another girl while glancing around the lot, he realizes he’s just moments away from seeing how the night’s going to go. Lying about his car, just in case she mentioned him to anyone else, watching her step away from the other girl with her sports bag across her shoulder, her hand above her hair as she briskly walks through the drizzle he relaxes, starts his car and slowly drives toward hers. Stopping just around the corner of the building as she turns the corner, he reaches across, opens the passenger door.
?Here? Hop in? I’ll park next to your car.?
?Wha?’ She starts to answer as the door swings close to her bare thigh under her red skirt.
Hop in? I’ll pull next to your car.?
Just a tinge of not even concern, or even doubt, just maybe confusion about the car, leaning over and recognizing his face, she slips across the edge of the passenger seat, the canvas bag sliding across her lap. ?I thought you said a white Bui??
Slipping the hypodermic syringe against the side of her neck while simultaneously pressing his thumb across its plunger, she practically falls across the console onto his lap as he steps on the gas, the passenger door slamming shut as he circles around the building in the foggy wetness, drives away into the darkness. Flipping off his glasses, pealing the skin toned latex nose away and slipping the grayish styled wig from his head, he places the collection in the plastic bag beside the console.
End Part 1
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