Liars Table
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I stare at Caitlyn dumbfounded. "That's a lie," I whisper. And then even more softly, "Isn't it?"
"You think I'm not a prostitute?"
"Well, this is Liar's Lair."
"True. Actually that's a very good point. But if you decide you like me and want to bed me, I'll show you my license before we get started. That'll prove it. And you'll get to learn my real name too. I can't lie about that on my working papers."
"I still can't believe it."
"Seriously? Why? Am I that different from the others?"
"What others?"
"Your whole life, all the other prostitutes you've had."
I give a really big sigh. "I never have. Seriously. Caitlyn, read my soul again. You seem to know when I'm telling the truth."
"Yeah," she whispers back. "I guess I do. You've never wanted to sleep with a woman just for sex, huh?"
I shake my head.
"Do you want me to go then?"
"Uh ... Actually, I'm really enjoying your company. Do you mind if we just talk?"
Caitlyn pauses to consider. "Well, I'm not going to charge you just for talking, and I do have to make a living. Do you think I might have a chance at enticing you?"
I stare at her. She is very lovely. Rich chestnut brown hair that falls to her shoulders, green eyes are that so intelligent and playful, and she's wearing a very pretty pale green skirt and matching spaghetti-strapped tank top that's revealing a lovely pair of bare arms and a very sexy midriff. Do I want to sleep with Caitlyn? Have sex with Caitlyn? The complexity of the question seems to stretch into infinity.
Caitlyn studies me closely and answers her own question. "I think I do have a chance. May I stay with you?"
I sigh deeply. She's so pretty.
"Benjamin," she whispers.
"David," I whisper back. "My real name is David."
"David," she replies still in a whisper, "I don't want to turn around and you're the one with the view. Is anyone watching us right now?"
I look around for a moment. "No one. Things are pretty quiet."
"You're sure?"
"Uh huh."
"Okay." Caitlyn leans a bit closer to me and lifts up the front of her tank top and then lifts up her bra. She displays her breasts for me, wiggling them a bit. They're gorgeous! Very firm, almost conical, with thick puffy areoles, so beautiful. The bra comes back down after a few seconds and then Caitlyn adjusts her tank top. All is as before. I give another deep sigh.
"I'm not supposed to display myself in public," she whispers, "but I want to entice you. Have I?"
"Caitlyn..."
"And if you bed me, you'll get to know my real name too. Wouldn't you like that? Do you at least believe me, that I'm a prostitute who wants to sleep with you?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why do you want to?"
"Do you have to ask? It's how I make my living. And besides, I enjoy sex if I've got the right kind of customer, and I think I'll enjoy sex with you very much if I can convince you to buy me. I've got all these fantasies running in my head."
"Hmm?"
Caitlyn nods. "We haven't fucked yet, but we're close. We're both naked and aroused and on my bed, and before you mount me, I'm holding you down on your shoulders with your head on my pillow, and I lean over and my breasts are just above and you lean up a bit and start suckling me. That's what I'm dreaming. It'll feel so good for me and I hope it'll feel good for you too. That's what I'm dreaming anyway. The sex will be great for both of us and then we can curl up with each other and fall asleep." Caitlyn sighs for a moment and adds, "And if you decide to pass on me, I've got to get going and find someone else. I have a quota to make."
I look at her sympathetically. "Is your quota really that big a worry?"
"David, of course it is! I'll be homeless if I don't make quota."
"Oh hell. Forgive me for being so incredibly dumb." It feels very awkward to ask but I do anyway. "What are your rates?"
Cintia smiles happily. "How long will you want me?"
"I don't know," I answer honestly. "I've never done this before."
"Well, if you only want me for a quick striptease while you masturbate, you can buy me for as little as five minutes. The hourly rates include straight sex, or you could buy me for the entire night. There's a big discount if you want me as an overnight sleeping companion."
"Really? Why's that?"
"Liar's Lair and my union negotiate the rates. Overnight stays are something they encourage. Well?"
"Well what?"
"Have I made a sale yet?"
I pause for a moment. "No, not yet. To tell the truth,"
"Never, ever assume that around here."
"Yeah. Anyway, Caitlyn, I just don't know. I was a married man for a long time. Buying sex ... I just don't know."
"Are you saying you were once married, but not now?"
I nod. "I'm not trying to hone any knives."
"So what happened?"
"Nothing sudden, nothing dramatic. My wife and I, we just drifted apart. Maggie lost interest in me. She had her own career and some other guys she preferred to spend time with, and it got to a point where I didn't want to push the issue. In the end she hired a very aggressive lawyer who accused me of all sorts of things. Maggie got almost everything. I didn't have the heart to fight. Caitlyn, I don't have..."
"You don't have enough money to buy me?"
"No, I didn't mean that. I'm just sad that I ... that I don't have enough youth to offer you a better future. I really like you, and it would be wonderful to dream about getting to know you for real and dating you for real and getting out of here for real and starting a new life together, but..."
Caitlyn tilts her head, her expression one of utter puzzlement and curiosity. "But what?"
"But I'm fifty-five and you look as if you're in your mid-twenties. In twenty years if I'm still alive I'll be an old man at seventy-five and you'll still be youthful and in the flower of your life. I just can't do that to you."
"David..." Caitlyn looks upset and is struggling for words. "This is Liar's Lair. Don't allow yourself to dream like that, not to anybody. You'll get hurt."
"You mean just go with the lying flow?"
"Exactly."
"But you're trusting me!"
"I know. And perhaps I'm setting a very bad example for you, but I have an excuse. When I'm soliciting, I'm under contract not to lie. And I can read your soul, remember? You're not able to lie to me. But you have to learn to protect yourself, David. I don't want to see you get hurt."
"You want me to doubt everybody? Including you?"
"Doubt? Who said anything about doubt? I'm telling you to stop trusting people."
I become genuinely puzzled. "Huh? Wouldn't that be the same as doubting people?"
Caitlyn shakes her head vigorously. "No, not at all. Doubt is not the opposite of trust, and I can prove it."
"You can? Let's hear your proof."
"Okay. The opposite of doubt is a closed mind. To doubt is to question, to be curious and receptive to new perspectives. The opposite of doubt is a closed mind, not being able or willing to challenge your assumptions."
While I ponder this, Caitlyn takes a deep breath and continues. "The opposite of trust is the anticipation of deception. Don't you see, David? At the core, these are two very different concepts. To doubt is to be receptive. Mistrust is much more actively defensive. I'm not asking you to be curious. I'm warning you to be on your guard. I'm warning you to anticipate deception. Don't trust anybody in Liar's Lair!"
"But I'm trusting you!" And inside I'm blown away in appreciation. Caitlyn might have chosen sex as a profession, but she has the soul of a philosopher.
"But not enough to sleep with me! And I guess by my own argument I should be praising you for this! My problem is I'm on the edge of missing my quota. I'm about to become homeless!"
I reach out my hand to touch hers, but she jerks away. "Sorry," she whispers. She looks as if she's about to cry. "I really shouldn't be pressuring you like this. Liar's Lair and my union would be furious with me if they knew."
I stare at her with my heart pounding in my chest. "How much ... How much are you for the night?" I whisper.
She looks up and wipes her eyes on her bare arms before replying. "Eight hundred dollars. I know that might sound like a lot, but it's $200 for taxes and $200 goes for my hotel room and another $200 is Liar's Lair profit and $50 for my union and $150 is for me. It's really not that much to live on."
"No, it's not," I say as I nod in agreement. I feel as if I'm at a great fork in my life and my moral compass is suddenly pointing in new directions. "Okay, I'll do it." I whisper.
"Huh? You mean for the whole night? Really?" Her eyes are full of hope.
I nod. "Can I buy you a dinner too?" I reach back and pull out my wallet to check my cash and credit card.
Caitlyn gives a big sigh. "To tell the truth, I'm very eager to start working. But I'll wait with you if you want to eat first."
I give her a playful smile. "I'm eager too! But I might be a little rusty with this! It's been years since I attempted sex with Maggie and ... hell, over a decade since I orgasmed with her."
"Really? That sounds so sad. What were you doing all that time, just masturbating?"
I nod my head. "Yeah."
Caitlyn smiles at me. "Well, I think I can promise you a very satisfying orgasm tonight and maybe even two if your gonads are up for it! Come on!" And then she gasps. "Where did you get that?" She's pointing to my wallet.
"My wallet? I got it from my back pocket."
"No, not the wallet silly! The red chip!"
I look down. It's the red poker chip Cintia handed me when I checked in, and that's what I tell Caitlyn.
"Wow. I didn't know they were still handing them out. David, this will buy me for the night. You won't have to pay for anything!"
"Really?" I stare at the chip. "It's a chip for free sex? Why would they give me that?"
Caitlyn sighs. "Isn't it obvious? Not everyone here in the single's bar is interested in prostitutes. But if you strike out with the dating scene and already have a memory of a satisfactory sexual release with one of us working girls, it's a lot easier to pay the second time around."
"Yes, of course," I mumble.
Caitlyn sighs and whispers, "Sometimes I think we girls are the real source of profit for Liar's Lair. David, it's only fair for me to tell you, that chip will buy any prostitute you want, even the women who go for $2000 a night."
I look at Caitlyn askance. "Forgive me. I know this is going to sound rude, but why are you..."
"I've been marked down by my union. I've gotten some negative feedback from my clients. They scored me as being too cerebral. David, I'll try not to talk too much tonight, I really will."
"My gosh, Caitlyn, please don't apologize for having a mind!"
"Thank you," she whispers. "You're very kind." Caitlyn then sighs and finishes her earlier point. "There're a lot of special residents at Liar's Lair that are plunking down $2000 every night, maybe even more for group sex. It's a hell of a good business for the owners."
I sigh. "It just seems so sad."
Caitlyn doesn't respond to my comment directly. "David, will this chip make it easier for you?"
"I don't know." I pause for a second. "Maybe a little. Easier on my wallet I guess. Caitlyn..."
Her playful smile stops me. "Please, David, no second thoughts. Just come with me. Come to my bedroom. Pretend I'm an attractive female animal who's running from you and you are a powerful male who is running me down and wants to mount me. Will you pursue and capture me?" And with a bright smile on her face she leaps to her feet and walks briskly away. I quickly follow.
She's quick but I'm right on her tail, and what a wonderfully attractive tail she's packing too! My eyes are locked on the swish, swish, swish of her lovely short green skirt. We call a truce to the chase at the elevator. She pinches and inserts her key and we ride for a while in silence. I still haven't touched her yet and she asks me to promise to let her undress first and I give my word. The anticipation of caressing her is intoxicating.
The elevator door finally opens and we walk out into a very nondescript corridor. It seems identical to my own corridor and there are no room numbers anywhere. With a finger-point she asks me to stand still and wait and I do. Caitlyn walks a short distance to the end of the corridor and I hear a soft distant chirp as her door senses her key and opens. She then turns back to me.
"On the final leg of the chase, I want to be naked as you run me down!"
"Okay!"
Caitlyn starts to strip right there in the corridor outside her door. The tank top and bra come off and are tossed into her room, then her sandals. Wow, really cute feet! And then my eyes become glued to her taut bouncing breasts. Meanwhile the show goes on. Caitlyn reaches under her skirt with both hands and drops her panties to her ankles. A quick little jump and skip and the panties follow her other clothes into her room, her black curly hair bouncing around her shoulders in the jump. She's bare breasting and bare footing and looking absolutely delectable, smiling at me warmly and wearing only the short pale-green skirt over her bare hips.
"Now remember the rules. As soon as my skirt comes off, you come and run me down. Let's see how fast you are, Mr. Alpha Male!"
"Alpha Male is ready!"
"Can you prove it?" she asks playfully. "Can you prove that you're ready for me?" Caitlyn lifts up her skirt and displays her bare pubis. My eyes lock onto her beautiful legs and thick bush of black pubic hair. "Do you desire me?" she whispers seductively. "Are you erect for me? Will you show me?" Her exposed hips rock back and forth in anticipation of our imminent coupling. With two rigid fingers, she pushes down on either side of her labia and then pulls up, showing me the bright pink of her inner lips. "Hurry, David," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't wait much longer!"
I nod stiffly and unzip my pants. In another second I've got my stiff cock in my hand and I display it to Caitlyn. I haven't been this aroused in years. My whole body is yearning to hold Caitlyn and then to taste her and possess her. I'm almost crying in my eagerness.
"Your balls too," she cries to me hoarsely. "Show me your balls and I'll take off my skirt! Drop your shorts!"
I fumble with my pants. They're down to my ankles now along with my shorts. The anticipation! This is incredible, like nothing I've felt in years!
"Will you be my bull?" Caitlyn pants as her hands move to work the release at the back of her skirt.
"Huh?"
"I'll use my skirt as a cape! When I snap it and yell Toro, you come a charging!"
"Moo!" I answer playfully. I feel myself shaking. My body is bursting in eagerness for her.
The skirt comes off. My lovely Caitlyn is naked at last, and the clear sight of her bare hips and pubic bush causes me to groan with desire. She snaps the skirt by her side smartly and at the sound of the snap shouts, "Toro!"
I try to leap for her but of course with my pants and boxers down around my ankles I can't. In my deep arousal I had forgotten and I almost stumble and then I look back up with a sheepish grin on my face.
"You fucking moron!" Caitlyn screams. She flips me the bird with both hands and then laughs uproariously and dashes into her room and slams the door.
I stand there stunned, unable to move. It takes me the better part of a minute to understand what has just happened. I am that slow. And then the pain starts. Oh God, this hurts so much! This fucking hurts so much. It just isn't fair!
I try to tell myself I'm not a moron, just an amateur who was competing against a world-class professional liar. Caitlyn's not a prostitute, cruel Caitlyn or whatever her real name is. I still have my red poker chip. She didn't even bother to steal it from me. Neither did Lucia steal anything for that matter. Maybe that's part of the game, to score direct hits on my ego without ever touching my wallet. Oh man, I never saw it coming with either woman, but with Caitlyn it really hurts. I never had a chance, I never had a chance. Oh God, this fucking hurts so much.
My mind goes back to my childhood. Caitlyn. There was girl named Caitlyn in my class at Jefferson Middle School. We even went to the graduation dance together, just a bunch of young kids with lots of parents around as chaperons. Do I remember the other Caitlyn now? Yeah. She was Irish and she told me during the dance that her name in Gaelic meant Pure. She was just a kid. She was even wearing braces at the time. But she had a heart that was kind and true. Young Caitlyn was a girl living up to the true meaning of her name, so unlike the fake Caitlyn I met tonight. I stood there in the corridor blowing my nose and pulling up my pants, my pain slowly fading into sadness.
How do I get out of here? I have no idea what floor I'm on, and the elevator doesn't open. I guess it doesn't recognize my key as valid. There is an emergency stairwell, but there's also a sign warning it'll automatically set off the hotel fire alarms. Another sign lists the severe penalties associated with setting off false alarms in public hotels. Fucking hell on garlic bread, that's what I say! I don't want to get arrested! So how do I get out of here?
Fortunately about ten minutes later help arrives. A young athletic guy wearing a very skimpy outfit emerges from the elevator and he's carrying a covered tray. The smiling bellhop sees me and his face changes to a frown. "Sir! This is a residential section for women!"
"I know, I know," I answer meekly. "I came with somebody and now I'm locked out." I don't elaborate. A few seconds later he uses his employee smartcard to send me on my way. It isn't long before I'm walking back into my own suite.
So what now? Go to sleep in my big bed alone? I am tired. What a day! I guess resting makes sense. But I'm all wound up and not sleepy at all. I want companionship! Do I have the guts to try the bar scene again? No, I really don't, not tonight anyway. I just can't take another rejection. I'm still hurting from Caitlyn. I want to talk to somebody, but no bar scene, oh no, absolute not. It's been a big day. Maybe I should just pack it in for the night.
But I really need to talk with somebody! I feel lost. I even feel threatened, from what I'm not exactly sure. But I feel I'm being threatened with something deep and horrible, something that is churning my bowels with dreadful anticipation. I feel so tense. I need to talk! The yearning becomes a physical need. My eyes light on my bedroom phone. What did Grace say? Number 6?
Should I bother her with this? She's just a playful college kid. Does she really what to hear about an old fart's troubles? No way! And then again, Grace washed out my dirty boxer shorts by hand. That was an act to true kindness. No deception there. My shorts are clean. Anything within reason, she said. What do I want from her? Sex? God, she is so beautiful and the view of her labia was so hot, but no, no sex. She's too young for me. I know that and she knows that, and besides, she's a bellhop, not a prostitute.
So what do I want from her? I want to talk. Would that be reasonable? Maybe not. She's paid to be a bellhop. Well, okay, maybe's she's paid a bit more to be a stunningly beautiful and sexy bellhop, but asking her to spend time to talk with me? I just don't know. I stare at my phone in the silence of the bedroom.
Five minutes after my call my heart skips a beat as she shows up at my suite, still looking as beautiful as ever. The only difference is the red scrunchie is out of her hair now. The braid is gone too, and her thick golden hair is falling loosely down her neck and shoulders. Grace sees how upset I am and she encourages me to talk, which is exactly what I need to do. We wind up sitting on my bed and talking. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed and Grace is about a body length away, sitting lotus fashion on my bed after taking her sandals off.
I tell her everything, everything that happened to me today. And then Grace starts probing, gentle questions probing me about my background and my life. For a young woman she surprises me with her adeptness. She is wise beyond her years, and her skillful questions are helping me see things about myself.
"Want some advice?" she asks at last.
"Yeah, I sure do."
"Make yourself comfortable first. Kick off your shoes and socks and get your head on a pillow."
I gladly do as she asks. It feels very calming to lie on a bed and have someone kind sitting near. My tired feet are within reaching distance of Grace but she makes no effort to touch me. She's just looking at me calmly.
"Take a few deep breaths. Try to relax. Close your eyes if you want. Just try to relax."
Again I do as she asks. The room is silent, except for the sounds of our breathing. I feel myself starting to relax, but then my body jerks and my eyes pop open.
Grace is still on my bed, watching me. "It's okay," she whispers.
I blink and look at her. "What's okay?"
"You're nervous about closing your eyes while I'm here. I understand and I forgive you. I might be a danger. I might attack you. You have to keep your guard up."
I give a big sigh and say in a whisper, "You're right. I guess deep down I'm afraid of you. I'm so sorry." I feel deeply embarrassed that I don't trust the help she is offering. I try to change the topic. "What happened to your red scrunchie?"
"Oh, you noticed, huh?" Grace shakes her head side to side playfully. Her beautiful thick golden hair flies above her shoulders. "I was just going off duty when you called."
I gulp. "I hope they're paying you overtime."
"No, I'm not being paid now."
"Oh shit, really? My gosh, Grace, you've must have been here for an hour!"
She gives a slight shrug. "I've earned my right to wear the red scrunchie. It's based on a desire to please. I can't turn off my desires when the clock says it's quitting time. David? Ready for some advice? I'd like to work through a few options with you."
"Oh yes, please, Grace."
"Okay. Choice number one, which appeals to you more? Going back to your old hotel, or staying at Liar's Lair? And for now, think of your stay here as in this suite, or maybe going down to the gym or the restaurants below for some variety for where you eat your meals. Just turn on the do-not-disturb light. Liar's Lair has strict rules about this. This Caitlyn of yours was pushing the envelope even by giving you a hand sign while your red light was on. If you want solitude, just point to the red light if someone bothers you. The liars and the real prostitutes will leave you strictly alone."
"There are real prostitutes down there?"
Grace laughs. "Oh yes, a very large number! And they'll all be very eager for your business if you turn the light off without another female present. You never walked there alone did you, on the restaurant floor?"
I think for a moment. "No. Lucia or Caitlyn was always with me. But I was alone for a while on the dance floor."
Grace just smiles at me. "Prostitutes are not allowed to solicit on the dance level. Can you imagine them shouting their prices over the music? It's a house rule. Arrangements for sex must be done discreetly."
Understanding sinks in. "Ah..."
Grace nods. "A real prostitute must carry her working papers with her when she solicits. It's the law. And do you remember telling me Caitlyn offered to show you her papers and her real name if you agreed to bed her? A real prostitute would tell you her real name immediately. David, think! Prostitution isn't a game, it's a business! If a real prostitute lied to you, both the hotel and her union would be furious! And once you revealed that you didn't know this, Caitlyn knew she had a real fish hooked on her line."
"Wow. I get it."
"So what's your first choice? Hike back across town or stay here? Think of yourself as a hermit in either location."
I look around the room and try to think objectively. "Well, this place has been frightening so far, but I think I see your point. Being a hermit here would be infinitely more comfortable. And Liar's Lair keeps my $1440 whether I leave or not."
Grace smiles. I watch her bare feet wiggle, her toes curling from her happiness. "I'm glad! This way I'll still get to see you, and I can bring your meals up here as often as you like. Would you like that? There's no extra charge for room service and the food is quite reasonable."
"Wow." I'm all smiles. "You would do that?"
"Sure! I'll try to make it personally as much as I can. Otherwise it'll be another red scrunchie bellhop. We're a great group of people. I think you'll learn to like us all."
"Yeah, okay." I give a big sigh. "Thanks, Grace. It makes a lot of sense. I'll be a hermit here."
"Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"Try to trust me again. Close your eyes and breathe slowly. Try to relax. Think of the sound "hmm" as you breathe in and the sound "sa" as you breathe out. It's a common meditation technique. Relax and imagine that you trust me."
I do as she asks. After a short while my body jerks and my eyes bolt open.
Grace waves her hand dismissively when I try to apologize. She continues to talk to me in a very calm voice. "You have a second choice to make. You don't have to decide now, but maybe you can think about this. Do you want to remain a hermit, or do you want female companionship? And I'm talking strictly about non-lying female companionship."
I give a mirthless laugh. "I don't know how to tell the difference."
"I can help you there. When I'm on duty, I can go down with you and help you pick out a prostitute. Remember what I said before. The real prostitutes are not part of the lying game."
"Yeah, I got it. And it makes sense." I thought for a long moment. "I don't know. It's not a question of morals. When I was with Caitlyn, I thought it through and decided I was so lonely it would be okay. But I'm just so afraid of women now."
Grace looks at me sadly. "I'm not surprised. Who wouldn't be after what you've been through? Is there anything I can do to help, anything at all?"
I smile back at her. "You mean within reason, of course."
"Actually I don't. It would not be reasonable for a bellhop on duty to get sexually involved with a customer. That's the job for the prostitutes. It would cause a huge problem between our two labor unions and the hotel management would go ballistic."
"Wow. I never thought of that. Makes sense though."
"Yes it does. So remember that when I'm on duty, I'm under strict orders not to have any intentional physical contact with you or any of the other customers. Oh, I wear sexy clothes and I flirt and I get the customers in the mood for sex..." Grace pauses and looks down at her own crotch. "These hot pants! It took me half the summer to get used to them! What do you men call it?"
"Err, uh ... What do you mean?" I try to pretend ignorance.
"The slang phrase for a girl wearing clothes so tight that it shows the shape of her vulva."
"Oh. Uh..." I finally whisper, "Camel toe."
"Yes, that's it." Grace stares another moment at her crotch and giggles with disbelief. "Do men really think a vulva looks like the toe of a camel?" And then she tilts her head back and takes a deep sigh and tries to be serious. "Don't get me wrong, David. I really liked you from the beginning. I'm happy if you want to look at me. But my first week here really shook me up."
"Grace, why do you work here?"
"Oh, I started off with a very simple answer to that. Money! I am completely on my own and I'll be back in college in another month. My nine weeks working here will completely erase my student debt and give me enough cash to stay out of debt until next summer. The pay here is fabulous!"
I nod my understanding but then remember her words in more detail. "Money was just the initial reason?"
Grace nods. "Yeah. About three weeks ago I earned my right to wear the red scrunchie. This place has changed me, Dave. I really enjoy my work now, all of it, maybe even especially the sexy parts of it. This place has changed me a lot."
"Hmm? How so?"
Grace doesn't answer my question directly. "I wish you would have asked me to find you a prostitute when we first met. That's normally what I do for men checking into Liar's Lair for the first time. I wear sexy clothing to get the men in the mood for sex, and then it's the prostitutes who service those moods. Do you see how the system works?"
"Grace! Why didn't you tell me this before?!"
"Dave, you never asked! I kept asking if you needed anything or had any questions. Giving you advice would be reasonable while on duty. But I can't pester you with advice if you don't ask for it!"
I lie still and think for a moment. "Yes, you're perfectly correct."
Her cute toes curl again. "Dave, is there anything I can do for you now?"
"Within reason?"
She gives a slow deep sigh. "Didn't we already go over this? I'm off duty. I'm not asking as your bellhop. I'm asking as one human to another. And when I'm off duty, I can have any relationship I want with people. Here, try again. Close your eyes and try to trust me."
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Liar! Liar! Pants on Fire By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 2 They all walked back to their cars and hugged each other good night as Taylor felt relieved it was over, buckling himself in. As Craig started backing out of the parking spot, they were both startled by a knock on his passenger window. As he rolled down the window, Carissa poked her head in, leaning on the car. "You know I was just thinking that its Friday night of a long weekend, and I was wondering if...
The reception was held in the grand ballroom of the finest hotel in Reston. Judging by the immaculate decorating, Brodie’s parents obviously spared no expense. Lit only by what must’ve been hundreds of candles, only added an element of awe. What wasn’t dripping with silk, and accented with crystal and gold was covered with white flowers ranging from roses, orchids, lilies, and other exotic flowers. Most of the evening had gone by with Sloane truly enjoying herself.. She almost forgot the reason...
The hours following the kiss, Gabe found himself staring up at the ceiling thinking of all the reasons he should stay the hell away from Sloane. In case he should forget, Dean’s loud snoring provided him with reason number one. Growing up with the Bennett brothers, he knew how overprotective they were with their only sister. With the drama she saw from all the girls her brothers brought through the house, it didn’t surprise him that she didn’t date much. He knew all too well that it wasn’t...
Today, like every day, you are going to go out for a short jog around the block. As you step out of your front door this hot and sunny afternoon, you are thinking about me, and about the scandalous note that you posted on alt.sex.stories. And you are feeling more than a little bit guilty about making up all that bullshit. It was just a way to get some attention, to provoke some controversy. But now your conscience is nagging you, telling you that you have been naughty, that telling lies on the...
Hello Everyone! I want to start by saying that I appreciated all the feedback I got on Chapter 5. I appreciated some more than others, but I appreciated it all. I apologize for the obvious mass confusion and the only explanation I can provide is that Chapter 5 was originally a lot longer, but I decided last minute to break it up. Obviously that wasn’t the best idea. My ass still hurts from the new one I was ripped about it, but I’m going to take everything in stride and assume that the reason...
Her hair flew behind her like ribbons in the wind as she ran towards the church. Sloane was late, really late. Momentarily distracted by the ringing coming from her clutch, she stopped to retrieve her cell phone. She checked the caller id and flipped it open. ‘Hey Gigi,’ she greeted a little out of breath, ‘now isn’t the best time.’ Gigi had been Sloane’s college roommate from London. The combination of Sloane’s conservative Southern upbringing and Gigi’s unapologetic sexual nature proved...
‘What happened?’ Dean asked after Sloane hung up the phone, ‘Is everything okay?’ ‘No…that was Gigi.’ She replied distracted. ‘Gigi? Is there something wrong with Ethan?’ ‘No, no…’ Sloane said shaking her head and meeting her brother’s concerned gaze, ‘Ethan’s fine. She’s on her way here to drop Ethan off before she goes home.’ Dean breathed out a sigh of relief upon hearing Ethan was okay only to suck it in just as quickly, ‘Wait…Gigi’s on her way here? Here as in Reston? With Ethan?’ ...
She watched him anxiously, her green eyes dark with unbridled lust. She hadn’t moved from where he tossed her effortlessly onto the bed. Now she was propped up on her elbows watching him as he watched her. Heavy anticipation coursed through her as she watched him shrug out of his jacket. Finally getting it off, he tossed it onto the floor before pulling his black tee-shirt off and tossing it next to it. He had been clothed the last time they were together, so the sight of his bare chest had...
I was just texting my friend that a woman I’ve been wanting was coming over. She asked if I was going to get lucky; I replied: “I hope so!”Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I set my phone down and answered. She was smiling and seemed to be more ready for me than I was for her. This was Katrina. We worked together and always seemed to be flirting, even when it was a little inappropriate. She was wearing a tank top and a plaid mini skirt. As I invited her in, I heard my phone go...
July 12, 1847 I had been recovering from the shock I received last night when all three of my wives talked about being pregnant. After those statements I was wide-awake. Claire's pregnancy we had expected, but Elizabeth's was not. As for Louise, I spoke to her and found she had missed her last period but didn't know if she was pregnant, as she had been going through so much that her periods where irregular. I told her not to worry about it for another month. She was still upset, afraid...
(MF, intr, prost)I’m a self-employed salesman who covers the west coast from San Diego to Seattle. I guess you could describe me as a middle age, slightly pudgy out of shape, slightly balding grey haired man. I’ve had a few live-in girlfriends over the years but no long lasting relationships. I’ve pretty much accepted that I’m going to be a bachelor all my life, but I have taken advantage of the few chances I’ve had to “wet my wick” in any female I get a chance with. The story I’m about to tell...
by Phillip Johnson Chapter One Hundred Thirty Nine Wendy and Anita had talked about the line up of prospective buyers, and what Mitch thought would be the best way to handle them, and Wendy called Rae and shared that information with her. Beth and Ovid Colliers were the first couple late Saturday morning, and Anita was dressed in more conservative shorts, but a daring braless top. Wendy and Anita were at the bench and Wendy was in tiny shorts and tie front top when the prospective buyers...
Timmy awoke, rubbing his eyes. It was Christmas Day! Excitedly, he scrambled out of bed, and over to the fireplace, where his Christmas stocking hung. Eager hands pulled it from the crooked nail, wide eyed, he peered inside and found... Nothing. "Oh, Santa," he cried, "You've forgotten me!" He lay on the floor, sobbing. A light appeared in the room, all of a sudden it was just there, hanging in the air. It became brighter, bigger, more intense. Timmy stared at it, his eyelids closing as the...
First Time‘He’s perfect’ I think as I watch him walk by,and he is, perfection. From his shoulder length, dark hair, to his beautiful brown eyes. His handsome face, his lovely hands. I wonder what it would be like to feel those hands touching me, to feel his lips kiss me all over. I shiver a little and feel a twinge between my thighs, from seeing him, from thinking about him. My name is Alexis and I’ll call him Mr. Perfection. I am one of the few assistants that he has, but I’d rather do much more than...
A couple of months after my lackluster visit to the Soho 'model' I had still not got my big tit fix. I had fucked a girl I worked with not long after, an American girl called Joanna. She was a little taller than me, maybe 6"1, very slim with tiny A-cup tits. She was an average lay, didn't put much into it and her blowjob skills were nothing to shout about. It was, thankfully, a one-off.I walked towards a phone box one Wednesday night in Victoria. Without hesitating I walked inside and picked up...
An ancient found story, definitely in need of restoration. Starting, funding, with my parents help, running and succeeding with an elite exclusive catering company five years ago in the pricey area east of Winchester I liked to get my hands dirty as it were doing the many jobs I employed a team to carry out. This ranged from manning the telephone ordering, customers that is, stocking, visiting the cash and carry outlets to buy ingredients and my main occupation buying the local listed products...
'Thanks so much daddy!', I had said when my father had bought me tickets to the Justin Bieber concert in our town. Justin Bieebr had always been my crush since high school. I'm not sure what it was about him. Was it his dark, chocolate eyes? Or was it his adorable dimpled cheeks? But I only knew one thing for sure. That now I had JB tickets, in the front row and mosh pit!!!So this was the day. Finally. I absolutely HAD to look perfect. I wore a cute top, just low enough to show enough cleavage,...
In his whole life, perhaps, Franz had never before experienced so sudden an impression, so rapid a transition from gayety to sadness, as in this moment. It seemed as though Rome, under the magic breath of some demon of the night, had suddenly changed into a vast tomb. By a chance, which added yet more to the intensity of the darkness, the moon, which was on the wane, did not rise until eleven o'clock, and the streets which the young man traversed were plunged in the deepest obscurity. The...
At practice the next Tuesday Sally told us that the next meet was the biggest one before the state championships and that we would be swimming against the two best teams in the northern half of the state. Our performances at the meet would be used as qualifying times for the state meet and a poor performance could mean a poor seed or even the possibility of not qualifying for a race. Beth squeezed my hand as we listened to Sally, and then to Matt discuss the week’s training schedule and...
Lucy had to admit that it was a ritual now for her to take her little paperback book and her sandwich down to the tiny park across the street from her place of employment and pass a pleasant hour each day nibbling on her lunch and reading some of the hot erotica in her romantic erotica novels. She could usually read about two or three chapters each day which was decidedly slow but she liked to go back and read some passages a second time if they make her tingle in a special way between her...
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That is right ...she knew she was going to fuck her old schoolmate but not like this. She had been out dancing and drinking when her old school chum showed up at the club and they began rehashing old times. Will said "I always wanted to date you but never got the chance to ask". She replied "well you don't have to miss out now". Will said "I always thought you were sexy as hell and everyone wanted to , well, go to bed with you". She said "Why not tonight, we're older, not attached to anyone and...
The ladies, now known to themselves (and a few select others) as THE Harem, enthused by their recent successes, were now firmly bonded with Siân, Ki, and Ko. Most were together several times a week to train, and after hours, to socialize, sometimes cuddle, and conduct other interesting explorations. Siân, not as often -- she was much like an older sister -- but she liked the others and used her visits as a way of keeping a useful ‘link’ for the two departments. Typically, they met in the...
I was lounging on the couch in my media room, watching NASCAR on the big screen. There was a commercial on right now, and my mind was wandering. A knock on the front door brought me back to reality. As I approached the front door, I heard a radio squak outside. I tried to peek through the sidelight glass, but it was frosted, so all I could see was a shadowy form close to the door, and a flashing coloured light in the background. Police? Why? I cautiously opened the door. The officer had his...
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Thursday, June 7, 2007 (Continued) My explosive cargo and I flew northeast across the farmers' fields at a very low altitude. Once I was clear of the base's residential area, I turned north and rocketed toward Canada, only forty miles away, zigzagging to avoid the many missile silos there were in the area. I stayed VERY low, because - unlike me - five steel-cased W80 nuclear bombs would definitely show up on radar. So far there wasn't a radar beam coming down at me, so if I stayed low I...
I was washing dishes(yeah, I already know what some of you are thinking and NO! I'm just rather anal about having my dinner for that night on a plate that doesn't involve last weeks dinner.)about 2 and a half months later, when my wife came from behind me and asked me out of the blue. "So how would the whole boyfriend thing work?" I told her that we had this discussion already so just drop it. "No, I just want to know." I told her that I didn't want to take that chance and that I hadn't brought...
SUNDAY - DAY THREEThe day went by so quick to my surprise. It wasn't long before it was show time. I wasn't quite sure what I should expect when he walked in... I figured Sarah had told him about the arrangement so I knew he wouldn't be very hesitant. Sarah suddenly jumped up after seeing the clock."Oh my God, we have to get ready!" she said, grabbing Heather's hand and running upstairs. I figured it would be some kind of sexy outfit... inhibition and modesty were out the window. And sure...
Well, i guess it all started when i was 13. My neighbor and i were at his house during the summer break and his family had all left for the week and he said he was looking for the video game controller and was sure his sister (25 at the time) took it and hid it in her drawer like she does sometimes. So he asked me to help him look for it. Ironically enough while i was turned around, digging thru one drawer he came up behind me and put a 'spiderman mask' over my face..but it wasnt a spiderman...
Lana strode confidently through the corridors to the cafeteria with Cameron, Sara, and Wayne following behind. Sara had resumed projecting her Bob costume, but they hadn’t had time to dress Wayne up beyond looting a jacket and sunglasses from one of the dead men. Wayne had wrapped a short length of steel rope around Cameron’s wrists but it wasn’t even tied. The other Bobs they encountered shrank at the sight of the beast and didn’t even think to look more closely. Lana told them to hold...
Die "Black Sparrows" sind eine Organisation, eine Tradition, die tief zurück reicht, bis ins dunkelste Mittelalter, in welcher Mädchen von klein an lernen, Männern zu gehorchen. Diese Mädchen haben keinen Namen, keine Eltern, sie sind niemand. Sie werden von ihrer Geburt an in der Organisation großgezogen. Und wenn sie das richtige Alter erreicht haben und somit volljährig sind, nehmen sie an einer Zeremonie Teil, welche 9 Tage dauert. Während dieser Zeremonie werden sie in Gruppen von einer...
Group SexI've been sharing an apartment with Melissa for around 10 months. It started out clean, we were just helping each other out financially and then it turned into a friends with benefits situation. She had been pursuing a guy, got really close then he shattered her heart in a ruthless gesture: sending her a video of him fucking a girl he started dating to get her to stop. Upset and a wreck she broke down crying in my arms. That night was rough and we laid in her bed for a couple hours as she...
In the year 2126 AD the world of online games was revolutionized by the game YGGDRASIL. Named after the World Tree of Norse mythology, YGGDRASIL is a fantasy-themed open world MMORPG. YGGDRASIL captivated gamers from around the world for more than a decade for 2 distinctly immersive reasons: -A highly customizable system consisting of more than 2000 classes for players to multiclass with, endless item drops and craftable items and equipment, fully customizable bases and NPCs to defend against...
Mind ControlNancy and Irma chatted away in very low voices so no one could hear them. They traded life stories. Once they got to the Cascades the bus started to inch its way up the mountain of I-90/94. It was snowing outside and each mile up the incline it seemed to be snowing harder. Nancy shared a granola bar with Irma. "Might as well break this out," Irma said in dark, pulling out a bottle of wine and two plastic cups. She poured each a half and put the cap back on the neck of the bottle. "Thank...
Like so many people in the National Guard I had joined for the educational opportunities and that little extra bit of cash you got each month. Wanting to be a computer technician and being from a perpetually cash strapped family with no chance at college I jumped at the chance to get the computer training that the Guard offered. Going to war was the last thing on my mind. The Guard hadn't gone to war since the Second World War. All the Guard did was work things like flood relief and other...
John felt that he had made a very good deal. When he moved into this apartment building, he met and talked with the owner, and convinced that man to let him serve as janitor/caretaker/resident manager, doing everything simple that the building needed for $200 a month off the rent plus expenses. Normally that only took a few hours a month from his leisure time, and if he had to work during then day on a weekday, his schedule as a lab tech at a pharmaceutical company could be...
“You seriously need to get laid, girl,” my best friend shrieks as we enter the math class.“Shush,” I attempt to hush her from speaking so crudely. She is so fucking loud.“What?” She looks at me innocently. That bitch.I just shake my head and walk to my seat. I put all my stuff down and sit myself down. She also takes a seat beside mine.“Don’t you think our professor is so hot?” She asks me that every single class. My answer is also always the same. “Nope” Though, in all honesty, he is very hot....
College SexOkay, if he isn’t home in 20 minutes I am seriously gonna kick his ass. I stood there in my lacy black nightgown, brushing my teeth and watching the seconds tick by on the clock. He promised he would be home by 11 tonight, it was 12. I spit out the foamy toothpaste and stared in the mirror, long dark brown hair, wide golden brown eyes, I personally thought I looked nice. Very nice. Then why did I have such a hard time keeping my boyfriend on time? Sighing, I shut out the bathroom lights and...
By October 3, people were moving into the brand-new houses. General Williams was walking into the City of Spokane with his army of 2,000. A thousand miles to the south, John was fulfilling the general’s request to contact the Marine Corp. John and Peter were dressed in Marine Corp camouflage. They were in one of the Humvees that had been taken from the mercenaries squatting on the reservation land. The Humvee had flags mounted in the front corners denoting the president of the U.S. The two...
I was once told that it can be a dangerous thing to try it on with the boss’s daughter. Mixing work and pleasure can be as troublesome as it can be rewarding. Turth was I always associated that kind of stuff with high flying executives who had a Ferrari in the car park. I’m nowhere near that kind of life. I’m a security guard who works in the gatehouse at a truck depot. I spend twelve hours a day signing trucks and cars in and out. That was where I met Kirsty, the daughter of the site...
My name is Nathan (Pronounced "Na-THaN" & NEVER as "Nay-Thin" how most would say it ! & if you think about it, MY pronunciation makes more sense! You wouldn't say "Naythinial " would you?) Currently 33 (at the time this is being written) Brown eyes,peppery brown hair,that can apparently look various colors in various lighting...6'1",artist/musician/photographer. I also just so happen to have my penis partly split ( Plan to eventually split the full head & shaft) & that might be...
Chapter Ten He knew that Miranda was watching him — with hurt and confusion. ‘I’m staying over at mum’s house tonight, so it makes sense to drop you off first Miranda.’ He glanced at her quickly through his wing mirror. ‘Yes, of course… thank you.’ Her blue eyes latched onto his for a moment, through that mirror, hurt and questioning. ‘What happened… what did I do wrong?’ He fixed his attention on the road ahead, and set the car in motion… * Marcus walked her to her front door and waited...
I was working out of town and staying in a nice hotel. My work day was done and I was at my room resting. I soon got tired of sitting around and decided to take a dip in the pool. I put on my swim suit and a t-shirt and was off. As with most hotel pools, it was not very crowded, probably ten people or so, I did not count. I found a lounge chair, took off my shirt and jumped in. after a few minutes of swimming a few laps I went to the shallow end and sat on the stairs that led into the pool. I...
At first glance, Bleach Booru looks a lot like a search engine for hentai comics, XXX illustrations, and more. The page features a search option front and center on the homepage, akin to Google’s homepage. So users can use the search function to search for whatever keywords pop into their perverted minds. Easy-peasy.You will also notice that the search queries you use when searching on Bleachbooru actually match the keywords you are searching for. With so many fucking search functions on sites...
Hentai Porn SitesI had just gotten on my Xbox to relax for the night. I had a rough night at work and it was already one in the morning. I had gotten myself something to eat while lying down to prop my legs up. I always had to work the late shift because most of my coworkers hated it. I thought, it gives me hours and I'm normally up at that time anyway. I've always kind of been a night owl. I am twenty-seven working in a grocery store; even though it isn't the ideal setting, it gives me the flexibility to...
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IncestKYLE AND I got to ride herd for two weeks during the summer. Phile and Caitlin weren’t happy about it because they had to stay close to home without us to watch them. We had a little responsibility on the range but it was all where we loved to be—on our horses. The guys taught us what we were supposed to watch for during the long days in the saddle. “I’m glad you’re up here for a couple weeks,” Rafe said. He was our ranch foreman and we rode up with him to where the two summer hands and...
Hi, this is the story of how I got my first cock up my ass, and first cum all over my face. I had been giving Thomas regular blowjobs and handjobs for a while now. We had worked out a sort of a deal. He’d come over to mine twice a week and I would suck him off while he watched porn. In return I would get to play with whatever part of his body I liked, and cum on him, provided I lick it off again. I was also allowed to take some pics, but no face. And no, I won’t be uploading them here, for the...
My ass for my husband’s friendThat Friday night Victor had invited his old friend Jeremy to come home and watch together a football game match.I got bored during the match, so I made a light signal to Jeremy and he followed me upstairs, as Victor continued watching the football game in his favorite armchair."Well, Ana, how do you want it, babe?" Jeremy asked me as I turned to him when we arrived to the master bedroom. My hands had gone to his heavy, rock hard chest as I looked up at him. He was...
Awake for a new evening, I now made my way to the Street of Steel and went after my newest target. Gendry, bastard son of Robert Baratheon, that was the boy in question. Sure enough, he was just done at the tavern, earning a few extra coppers by beating up troublemakers for the tavern keeper in question. He also earned a free supper and some ale by his acts, though there was a considerably higher cost to the ale for now due to the destruction of so much by the Sparrows. “Gendry, look into my...
Adam roused and found himself alone in bed. He swung his feet to the floor. “Kara?” he called. She wasn’t to be found in the bathroom. “Kara?” he called again. He headed, nude, to the front bedroom and peered out the window. He saw her white Buick still parked in the drive. He pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and headed down the stairs. The front door was ajar. Adam stepped onto the porch and saw Kara standing barefoot and wearing one of his button-up dress shirts. “I woke up and you weren’t...
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IncestI love to have people see me naked and love to be naked in public. It is exhilarating to post my nude photos on various websites and I love to read peoples comments about looking at me. It turns me on to know that men and women like to look at my naked body and fantasize about taking me to bed. My husband and I both get excited reading the various comments people send to us. We get tribute photos sent to us, and it really gets me going. I love to see a man get hard and erect saluting my naked...