First Quest -- Dairy Princess

All characters are over the age of eighteen. Some just over, some are centuries over. The story takes place in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and occasionally in other dimensions and at other times. This takes place immediately after my story, "Committing to Z."

Enjoy...

I woke up around six am. Bedding my two new conquests had taken most of the night. My two glorious hours of sleep were spent learning with Z in my dreams. How to create a protective shield around my mind to keep others from reading my thoughts.

Her words of advice were not very comforting: "If you come into contact with something you don't understand, do not challenge it."

"It?"

"There are many things out there you may come into contact with. Some that would have ignored you previously will now acknowledge your existence since you carry a slight bit of my aura with you. Whatever you are dealing with, talk calmly, remind it that you are with me. That should help."

"Should help?"

"If you are talking, mentioning me can't hurt you. Things that are not bothered by my existence won't bother talking to you before they do what they want."

"That's not very comforting."

"I am confident my brave knight will survive. I'm not asking you to challenge a demon or trick an angel. You are seducing women--your particular specialty. I will protect you. I'll be with you soon enough to train you to protect yourself better. Additionally, I look forward to meeting these lovely ladies in person. Do not worry, focus on your mission, one by four, one by the end of the day. I'll talk to you after four pm. Good luck."

I opened my eyes; Heather was lying on my chest. Her soft breathing tickled me. I could feel Puppet by my feet. I slid out from underneath Heather gently. I made sure the pillow was tucked under her head. She looked sweet as she lay upon the bed. I walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my wild hair, my tired eyes as I pissed. I needed a shower. I need new clothes. I needed home. Just a brief stop before my mission. I walked back into the room.

Puppet was lying on the foot of the bed. Her blanket wrapped partially around her. One of her plump breasts was uncovered. She lay with her head on the side of the pillow. Her pouty lips were slightly open. My mind flashed to the image of those lips sucking on my cock. Then Heather sucking on her breasts. I could feel my shaft hardening. By the time I crossed the room, I was at half-mast. Ok, one quick delight, I said to myself.

I stood at the side of the bed my cock was next to her mouth. I rubbed the head along her open lips. I lightly tapped her cheek. Her eyelids slowly parted. My hand slid to the back of her head. "Open," my cock pressed against her parted lips. She smiled. Her mouth opened and moved onto my cock as I shoved her head toward me. "Good girl." I pumped my hips, pulling her head harder against my cock. My shaft got stiffer as I buried it in her mouth. She moaned. My hand grabbed her exposed breast, squeezing it firmly. "You have such a good mouth. Fuck you are good Puppet."

I fucked her mouth harder. My hand gripped her hair and scalp securely. I pulled her against me with each thrust. She was gasping and choking. I continued to push deeper into her. I pulled back slightly. She gasped for air through her nose. Slobber and saliva leaked out of her mouth. I felt her hand massaging my balls with the new lubricant. She rolled onto her back. This caused her head to tilt back. My cock slid easily into her throat. My balls pushed against her nose as I shoved into her. She moaned. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me against her. I slid out so only the tip was in her mouth. She breathed in deeply. I felt the air rush around my cock. Her tongue swirled around the head. Fuck I was close. Mouth or pussy I thought quick.

'Mouth master,' I heard in my mind, 'don't want to wake sleeping beauty.' I didn't realize I had linked with her. She was right. I pumped my cock. I felt the tightening in my balls. The tickle grew. The tension blasted outward into my body. I came into her wanting mouth. I felt her swallow and sucking. I felt the tingle of magic between her lips and my cock. I saw the ripples of an orgasm jiggle her breasts. I could feel her contentment in her mind. Her reward for pleasing others, I thought. I slid myself out of her mouth. Her hands stroked my shaft. Sliding the cum and saliva off of it. Even this was amazing. I lingered, letting the wonderful touch course through my body. "I have to go," I whispered. "Tell your mistress I am gathering clothes and some of my stuff. I have errands to run and then have to work tonight. I will call later." Reluctantly, I stepped away from her silky mouth and smooth hands.

I grabbed my backpack and put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I walked out the door. Fuck! She drove me here. My car is at the bar. I walked back to the bedroom. "Puppet, get dressed, drive me to my car."

She got up and walked to her room. She grabbed a towel and wrapped herself. "I don't need clothes, Master. This will do." She drove me to the bar with a towel around her.

"Take care of your mistress. You make her cum. Panties and a bra are all you wear today. Anyone who enters this house, you offer your body to them, understand."

"Yes, master." She smiled devilishly.

"Safely home, Puppet, no dilly-dallying."

Her face pouted, "Yes, Master."

I watched as the car pulled away. She is going to be a fun toy. I opened the bar and quickly straightened up. I left a note apologizing for not stocking. Then I drove home. As much as I enjoyed sharing a bed with two horny girls that do whatever I say, there is no place like home. I lay on my bed. I faded quickly. I even asked Z to let me sleep. "You have your mission: two girls by the end of the night, one by four. I will let you sleep."

My alarm sounded at ten thirty. I mentally planned the day as I got showered and ready. Two and a half hours' sleep. Yes, this was going to be a fun day.

My first stop was the bank. I walked in and up to the line. I let a lady go in front of me so I could get the teller I wanted.

"Next," said an exhausted voice.

"Hello, Miss. Come here often?"

She looked up, "Sko," a smile crossed her face. She looked tired, nonetheless.

Juliet was the wife of a local real estate investor. The guy made a substantial amount of money. They had a family, three kids. When he turned fifty, he left her for his twenty-seven-year-old secretary. During the divorce, the feds began investigating his business practices. It turns out that he has been involved in some shady deals. They stepped in and took all his money right before Juliet got any in settlement. Fortunately, their kids had all been through college and were grown. Juliet was left with nothing. He tried to flee to some Caribbean Island but was caught with a bundle of cash and some drugs. Last I heard, he was doing 20 years in some prison somewhere.

Juliet ended up broke. They seized all assets and left her high and dry. She got a job at the bank to rebuild her life. She came to the bar quite often. She mostly kept to herself. We talked about life and the future. She was sad that she was alone, trying to piece together money for her future. She lived in an apartment around the corner. I had driven her home a few times when she had one too many. We flirted often, but nothing ever happened. I was here to set up a meeting with her tonight.

She glanced up at the clock. "You're here early." Before noon is actually early for me, I'm usually scrambling in before they close at four. The advantage is it's dead then. Today was busy.

"You know me, early bird and all. Looking sexy as always, Juliet."

"You flatter a girl. What is today's business?"

"Withdraw, but I need a balance inquiry."

"I'm guessing no slip?"

I smiled, "I always forget."

"I think you do so on purpose."

"I like spending more time with you."

"You know I have your account number memorized from all the times you..." She had been typing and stopped. She started to whisper, "Holy shit, Sko. You have a quarter million in here."

I was stunned. Z told me she had put some money in my account for expenses. Two hundred fifty thousand was a lot of expenses. I recovered quickly, "Bonds musta have matured from when I was born. Good investments." I smiled. She looked at me wearily. I guess the sudden appearance of money reminded her of her ex-husband. Yeah, this was tough to explain to her. I laughed, "Just kidding, a relative passed. His house was sold. I'm the executor. I was expecting a transfer, which is why I made the inquiry. I didn't realize they would deposit the entire amount at once. I have to divvy up among cousins and stuff. I'll get some of it. I didn't realize it was going to be that much. I'd better call the attorney."

She nodded as if it were a common occurrence. Thank god. "You should talk to the investor about spreading it among different accounts." I've got to love Juliet, always looking out for me.

"I should, but not today. I have some things to attend to. Let me withdraw, um... let's make it five thousand."

"That much cash?" I thought quickly.

"3 cousins, a niece and a nephew, local plus others out there. That will give them some spending money until I can get their accounts and have them all transferred properly. Make sure they know I'm not holding back. Can you print out the amount that was transferred so I can show them? Let's throw in another five hundred for me. So, five thousand five hundred. In hundreds will be fine." I was making it up as I went along. I had no idea how much money someone with that kind of wealth would carry. I figured that was a nice round number.

"Oh, ok, no worries," she said. I guess I picked a reasonable amount. "Give me a minute. Fill this out while I collect things." She handed me a slip with my account already on it. I started writing.

As I finished, the scent of deep woods and earthiness crept into my nostrils. I turned to see an old man in all black standing in line. He had a long, dark beard. His head was covered by an old floppy hat. In this area of Jersey, we have people called 'Pineys.' The term refers to people who live in the woods and rarely come out. They are similar in nature to hillbillies or mountain folk of other areas. The only thing is that in NJ, there are no mountains or even hills in this area. There are pine trees and sandy soil. The area is called the Pine Barrens. Hence the name 'Pineys.' Pineys are rough folk. They often live separately from society. His clothes appeared to be from another century. Something about him had me on edge. His sharp eyes were focused elsewhere. I followed his intense gaze.

Two tellers down, a man in a ball cap leaned awkwardly on the counter. His cap pulled down, he leaned in close as he talked. I focused on this man. He nervously looked around. I recognized him as Big Jim. The guy was nothing but trouble. I had flagged him from the bar a few years back. I noticed a gun in his hand. Oh shit!

'It's not loaded.' Flashed in my mind. I looked immediately at the old man. He was glaring at me now. I closed my mind.

Juliet took the slip. She handed me an envelope full of cash. "Juliet hit the alarm, the bank is being robbed," I whispered. "Two tellers down."

"Um, ok, Sko."

"Stay calm. Whatever happens, duck behind the counter. You'll be ok." I looked at the old man, then back at Jim. 'The gun is not loaded,' flashed in my closed mind. I looked around and saw a post holding up the rope for the line. Jim whirled around suddenly.

"Nobody be stupid, this is a robbery. Everybody on the ground or I'll shoot." People scrambled down.

The old man didn't move. He stared at him, "Gotta have bullets to do that, sonny," he said in a weird accent. Jim just stared at him. I felt a distant fear flood into being; 'How does he know?' came an indistinct, distant thought.

"Shut the fuck up," he yelled at the old man. "Give me the money bitch," Jim yelled at the teller. He pointed at the manager. "Get all the money from the safe." I grabbed the post with my hand as I started to move, as if I were lying down.

"You can't carry all that money, ninny," said the old man, hunched over, "best to take what ya got and git before the constables get here in about a minute." I could feel the tension of the moment. I was not afraid, but somewhere, nerves were twitching; they were not mine.

"Shut up, old man, or I'll blast ya. Get moving, manager." The manager stared at him, then moved slowly toward the vault. Another teller handed Jim some money; her eyes were glazed with fear.

"Tough to 'blast me' with no bullets, moron. I hear the sirens," the old man said, "Oh, they just stopped, must be closer than I thought." I could sense fear increasing. Panic was taking over. But it wasn't me. My hand was locked on the post, ready to spring. Adrenaline filled me. My muscles relaxed. My breathing steadied. I was a tiger ready to pounce.

Jim looked at the old man. Then at the window facing the road. He started moving to the door. 'Hit him when he falls.' I heard in my head. Jim scrambled toward the door, looking at the old man. The gun hung in his hand. One of the posts holding the line up fell forward, tangling around his feet. Jim tumbled to the ground. The gun went flying toward the door. I shot up and came down with the metal post right on his head. He collapsed back down. I rushed over and stood on the gun. Jim struggled to stand, his eyes glazed over. He looked at the crowd, then at the old man, and finally at me. I held the metal pole like a batter waiting for the pitch. I was swaying back and forth. I could feel my muscles tighten as I anticipated his move. I felt so alive right at that moment. But I detected fear and anguish. I sensed failure. I recognized all of that, but not in me.

Jim murmured something and ran for the door. He got two steps out the door. I heard voices screaming at him.

Moments later, two state troopers burst in with guns drawn. I dropped the pole and raised my hands. "You got him, troop. He dropped his gun. I'm standing on it." The trooper, at gunpoint, ordered me to turn around and put my hands against the wall. I listened. I heard him come up behind me. He cuffed me quickly. Half the bank started talking. I just stood still. After a few moments, the trooper removed the cuffs.

He apologized and shook my hand. "Can't take chances. Hell of a job knocking him. Mighty brave of you."

"Well, the gun wasn't loaded."

"How do you know that?" 'A voice in my head told me troop' would have gotten me in the rubber-padded room.

"I could tell by the way he was holding it. Plus, the Piney agitating him said it."

"Piney?"

I looked around and didn't see the old man. "Umm, well, he was here a few minutes ago."

I could hear the manager saying that Jim was talking crazy, telling some old man to shut up, but nobody said anything. The manager described Jim as looking around as if he were seeing things and mumbling.

'They couldn't hear me' flashed in my head.

I focused on the source and spoke in my mind. 'Who are you?'

'None your worry. Ain't talkin' wit no law. We will meet.' Suddenly, I felt nothing. A Trooper was talking to me. He was someone I knew from the bar.

"Sko, you good man?"

"Huh? Ah... Yeah. All good."

"Hell of a job, man. Detective is gonna want to talk to you."

"Shit, I'm kinda in a hurry," I said.

"Sorry, Hero."

"Shit, it was nothing, guy tripped, I took my shot."

"Hell, the bank people ain't saying that, and the video shows Sko in action."

"Can I head over there with the tellers? I wanna check to make sure they are ok."

"Hang tight, I'll see what I can do."

He did, but it wasn't much. I was escorted to a room and sat there alone. Nobody talked to me. I mentally reached out to Z but got nothing. Then there were questions. Then a discussion. Then a recorded statement. Then a follow-up. It was two hours before I got out of there. I agreed to follow up with them tomorrow morning.

I finally got to talk to Juliet before I left. "Hey, how are you doing?"

"Good, I was scared, but then it passed. Holy shit you were amazing. Action Sko."

"It was nothing. Just a gut reaction. So, what happens with you now?" I was looking at my watch; it was 2 pm. I started to try to scan her mind. Every bank employee interrupted me to thank me. She and I never got to speak again alone. Finally, I opted for the next chance. A district manager was coming to the branch manager, and I was asked to wait. "Hey, I gotta run, stop by the bar tonight, we'll talk."

"Will do, Thanks, Sko. We owe you. I owe you."

"Anytime." I slipped out quickly to my car, then raced five minutes across town. I reached out to Z, but there was nothing.

Fuck. Fortunately, my number one prospect was probably easier, and the timing was perfect. Most of the work was done with her.

Sarah was an orphan. She was in and out of the system for years. She applied to the bar a while back. She was too young to serve liquor, so this limited her prospects for making money. She worked as a dishwasher and barback for a few months. We talked a lot when it was slow. She was a young teen girl with boy troubles. I was an adult male who listened to her without an agenda. The older brother she never had. She always fell for the wrong guys. They used her and ditched her. I gave her advice. She was bored washing dishes and hauling ice. I helped get her a job at a dairy bar. A milk bartender, I joked with her. A dairy princess. It turned out to be the perfect fit. She did great. The owner let her run the place. Her last foster parents sponsored her for independent living. She had been on her own in an apartment since she was seventeen. I stopped in now and then to say hi. We had the same relationship. Me listening and doling out advice.

Six months ago, I had been out at the mall. I saw two sexy girls in Fredrick's of Hollywood. They were looking at panties. One brunette was facing me. The other, long blonde hair, had the sexiest ass I had seen in a long time. I tried to walk in nonchalantly. "Sko," screamed the girl with the hot ass and grabbed on to me. The other girl was all flirtatious. I froze as I hugged the unknown beauty. When I released her, she took a step back. It was Sarah. I realized then that I had never seen her outside of work. It was always with her hair up, no makeup, dressed in some nothing work clothes or frumpy uniform. Nothing revealed what a hot young woman she had become. Here in the mall, I saw her dolled up and dressed for a night of excitement. She was also seventeen off-limits. Rule #17: No girl is worth going to jail for.

I bought her and her friend food. We chatted as older brothers do with their younger siblings. But my perspective of her changed that night. Over the next six months, my visits increased. I talked to her about returning to the bar. At eighteen, she could serve liquor. In a few months, she could be bartending. I would teach her all she needed to know.

She turned eighteen a month ago. I had been out of town for her birthday. I sent a card with my apologies. I promised to make it up to her. I had not seen her since. Sometimes things get in the way of important things. Now I had a chance to give her more incentive and possibly a different position. After lunch, the dairy bar died till around four. I got there at two fifteen. There was one group of guys paying the lunch bill as I walked in. Sarah was flirting with them. She turned as the bell rang on the door.

"Hey sunshine," I said.

"Sko!" Her face went all smiley. "It has been too long." She ran up to me and jumped into my arms. I caught her. She wrapped herself around me. I gave her a big hug. I noticed the guys staring at me, agitated as I set her down. I nodded. I could sense disappointment from them. What was that all about? "Chocolate shake?"

"Of course." She walked over and said something to the guys. They all looked at me. She walked behind the counter. I watched their eyes follow her ass. They got up slowly and walked toward the door. They were in their thirties. They were construction guys. They looked familiar.

"Sorry guys, come by Thursday, auditions are at six and it's happy hour." She was speaking to them as she scooped my ice cream.

"See ya then," one of them said. "We were this close," I heard another say. Their conversation was drowned out as the blender made my shake. They walked past me and out the door. I saw Sarah bussed the table. She pocketed a twenty. She finished my shake and carried it over to the table.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, just some regulars."

"Twenty tip on a bill from here?"

"They like my service."

"What is Thursday?"

"Nothing."

I took a sip of the shake. Phenomenal. "Damn that's good. A little vodka and Baileys would be perfection. I should have you make these when you..." My mind flashed on a sign I saw while driving earlier that day. Silvery Star New talent auditions on Thursdays at 6 pm. It was right below the part that read 'live nude dancers always available.'

"Silvery Star, really?"

She blushed. "Just something I'm considering. I was gonna practice for them. I can earn a good income there if they hire me. My friend Jenny made $600 last week working three days. One of them was a lunch shift. I make a third of that working every day except Sunday and Monday." Jenny was the girl I met that night at the mall. Note to self, visit the Slivery Star.

"Slow down. Not judging, just making sure I understand. And you practice for those guys?"

Her face got redder. "I danced a little."

"You're still clothed?"

"You walked in. I was going to shut down for a few minutes, give them a show."

"So I ruined your tip?"

"Don't worry, they were skeevy. I was looking for an out. Glad you came in. I was nervous, with no one else around. Damn I should have had you be my bouncer." I raised my hands palms and tilted my head. She looked outside. "Maybe they are still out there."

"How much were they going to pay you?"

"Just tips."

I shook my head. "Nah, negotiate payment first. Six hundred for three shifts. Two hundred a shift. Six to eight-hour shifts. Twenty-five an hour. How long is a dance?"

"One song, plus you have to pay the house."

'Six-minute song, easy math. Ten songs an hour. Say you only really dance five. Plus, the house gets two/thirds. Fifteen dollars a song." She shrugged like she wasn't sure. "So, you would have gotten naked for those five guys for fifteen dollars? Even fifteen each would have been only seventy-five dollars."

"That's a few days' tips."

"You think it would have stopped with you naked, five guys, one song?" She just looked at me. A sadness swept over her face.

"I didn't think about all that. I thought about the excitement of it and the money."

"The excitement of dancing or dancing for five guys?"

"Just dancing and getting naked. I want adventure. I want to live. I'm sick of making milkshakes. I want a break in my life." She stood in front of me in her frumpy uniform.

"Funny you should say that."

"What do you want me to bartend? Same deal, just liquors instead of ice cream. I'm eighteen. I'm sick of loser boys. I want to date men. I don't meet anyone between ten am and six pm. No offense, but I've seen the guys at your bar. I want to be wild and free." She sat across from me. Tears welled in her eyes. "I shoulda stayed in school. My fosters were assholes but they had a house in a decent school district. You know, they still collected twenty-five percent of the state money for managing it for me. Fuck if I hadn't met Tony, I'd still have money." She started crying. Tony was one of the dicks she fell for. He used and took her money. I sat across from her. I held her hand. It tore me apart seeing her cry. She was so cute. "I'm sorry, Sko. I just... it wasn't about the money. Sometimes I do stupid stuff. I knew those guys would have done more than just watch me dance." She sniffled. "Sometimes I want something like that to happen. I don't know why." She put her head down. I put my head against hers. I opened my mind. In moments, I was reading hers.

She pictured herself surrounded by guys; they were all over her. But even in this, she wasn't happy. Not like it was with Puppet. She wanted to be special. She wanted attention. She wanted the focus to be on her. She wanted to be liked. The group to like her. I saw her smile at me. She started dancing. Her hands rubbed her body. 'I've always wanted you, Sko. You've been a big brother, but I've wanted more.'

I opened my eyes. Perfect. I stood and walked to the door. I locked the door and flipped the sign to closed. I walked back to the booth. I grabbed my shake and finished it with a swallow. I grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. She just looked at me with confusion in her teary eyes. I led her back to the rear booths out of sight of the door. I reached into my pocket. I took out two one-hundred-dollar bills. I placed them on the table. "Price negotiated up front. Two dances."

She sniffed. Her eyes stared at the money. "Umm. I ah." I pulled out another hundred. Placed it on the table.

"Two dances. You were gonna dance for five guys for twenty. How about for me for this?"

"Two dances, four hundred dollars?"

"Plus tips if you are good."

"You don't have to do this. I'll be alright. I don't want your charity." She wiped away the tears.

"Do you think this is charity? Charity would be giving you the money as a tip on a two-fifty shake. I'm asking you to earn it."

"I don't want to do this with you."

I looked at her. I didn't have to open up my mind. I could see what she was thinking. I grabbed the money and placed it in my pocket. She stood in front of me. I stood up. I grabbed her. My hands went to her lower back and the back of her head. I pulled her into me and kissed her lips. She breathed in sharply. Her lips pressed against mine. We kissed for a few minutes. I pulled away but kept her in my arms. I looked at her. She smiled.

"That I've wanted to do with you. I've wanted that for years."

"You've been young for years. And our relationship has been different for years."

"What changed?"

"You're eighteen."

"Been eighteen for a month."

"Picturing you dancing for skeevy guys for fifteen dollars a song. I can't let that happen."

"So what now. Will I get more of what I've wanted for years?"

I looked around. Fuck. Where to go? AC, Philly, no time.

"We are leaving."

"But my shift."

"Call your boss, tell him you are sorry but you quit. Something better has come up. I'll find you a better job, one that's a better fit for you. Tell him you'll leave money to cover the loss that he did not make today."

"But..."

"Do you think whatever happens next between us should happen in the back of a dairy bar?" She shook her head.

"Why not wait till later?"

I thought about that, 'Cause I have to convince you to be my slut by four pm to please a demon, no, a fairy that I'm submissive to.' Yeah, that would kill the mood. My mind focused.

"Cause you've waited years. You shouldn't wait any longer for what you want. Life is too short to wait. 'Cause this job is below you. You deserve better. 'Cause I've wanted the same thing for too long."

She smiled, "Good answer." She grabbed her bag and her tip money. She picked up the phone. I left the $400 on the register. That should cover more than what he would make in the next 4 hours. I heard her apologizing on the phone as she hung up. She looked at me with the money. "What are you doing?"

"Covering the cost of me closing you early."

"You don't have to do that."

"No, but I did. Let's go."

We walked outside. I locked the door. I took the key off her keychain. I slid it through the mail slot. I looked at my car, then at hers. "Anything you need in your car?" She shook her head.

"Get in mine." She climbed in. Where to go? Somewhere special. What would be special to her at this time of day?

"Where are we going?" It came to me in a flash of clarity. Fuck breaking rule number one.

"My place."

We drove for a bit in silence. "You never bring girls to your place. That's rule number one. Even I know that."

"You're not a girl."

"Um," she unbuttoned her shirt, flashed her bra-covered breasts, "I am a girl."

"You are more. Where was that going, at least where I think it was going?" She smiled at me and nodded. "Ok, I'm not crazy here. But you deserve better than the back of a dairy bar."

She smiled again, "Well, we agree on that. But I was happy letting it happen there."

"I wasn't. My place is the nicest I can do right now."

"Oh, Sko, always the knight in shining armor, even when you love them and leave them. I always heard stories of you. Secretly crushed on you. And now you're going out of your way to make things special for me. I was fine with the booth at the dairy bar as long as it was you. Shit in my mind, we have done it in worse places. One time, I imagined we were on the bar with the happy hour crowd packed in."

"Nice. That would have been special."

"I was sitting on the ice sink. You were pumping away at me while mixing a martini for Don. Extra dry, of course." I laughed.

"Don would have enjoyed the show." He was a regular who always sat near the well during happy hour.

"Everyone enjoyed the show. I think that's why I wanted to dance. I think I like putting on a show."

I pulled into my apartment lot and parked. I turned in the seat, leaned over, and pulled her close to me. "This is not the time for that. Maybe we can entertain others another time."

"Another time, what makes you think they'll be another time?"

I kissed her, "I'm very confident. Always am, you know that. Let's go."

We hopped out of the car. We walked up toward my building. I had a two-bedroom townhouse. She looked at the two buildings. She turned left and walked toward my door.

"You followed me home before?"

"No, just a hunch. Something tells me this one is where the magic happens."

"Well, I'm sure Mr. and Mrs. Bernzer make some kind of magic. They've been married for fifty-some years."

"Eeww, never say anything like that again."

I pulled her next to me. I opened the door and let her in. She took two steps and stopped in the game room. She spun around. She looked all over.

"What?"

"I was waiting for some magic to attack me. The first girl you brought into your sacred lair."

"What makes you think you are the first?" She looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Ok. You are the first. Don't let it go to your head. It won't be magic that gets you here, though. It's the master of the lair you have to be concerned with." I looked up at the clock. Two forty-five. Plenty of time. She walked in and looked around. I am not your typical bachelor. I'm kind of a neat freak in my house. I guided her into the den area. She was watching my fish.

"Drink? Vodka, bourbon, beer, wine, something else?"

"I'm eighteen."

"I know."

"I'm good." I went into the kitchen. I heard movement outside and glanced into the patio area. Nothing. That was weird.

"Do you live here alone?"

"Just me and the fish. Why?"

"I thought I saw something. Just shadows. Do the fish bite?"

"No, they just swim around."

"I hope the master of the lair has his way with me soon."

"Patience is a virtue, child."

I grabbed a glass, a couple of cubes, and poured some bourbon. The phone was ringing; I turned the ringer off. I kicked my shoes off and walked over to the couch. She was standing in the middle of the room. I pulled the remote and started the stereo. She turned around. "So, what now?"

I sipped my drink. I looked at her. "Perform."

"I told you not for you."

"I'm not paying you. I just want to see you strip naked. Two songs. I haven't been to the Star in a while, but I believe you are supposed to be naked by the end of the first."

"But..."

"No buts. Strip your clothes off, now."

"I..."

"You wanted to perform. I want to watch. Strip. Now."

She started to sway to the music. She was across the room from me. Her hips moved from side to side. I watched as her hands moved over her body. She started unbuttoning her top. I raised my hands and wiggled my fingers for her to come close. She walked over to me. She stood by the couch between my legs. Her blouse was unbuttoned. Her hands cupped her breasts in the white bra. She turned and ground herself on my lap. My cock hardened as she did. I could feel her shift so she was positioned with my cock pressed against her clothed pussy. Well, she kinda knew what she was doing.

I drifted into her mind. She was focused on dancing. She was actually counting in her head and planning her next move. 'Oh god, I hope he likes this. I want him so bad. I don't want to mess this up. I hope he wants me as much as I want him.' I dove deeper. She was picturing being taken. I looked at the uniform she wore. I laughed to myself. I kept her from seeing it. This was torturing her. She reached back to undo her bra. She was having trouble with it. 'Oh fuck. I'm screwing up.'

I stood up. Pushing her to stand. She was stunned by the sudden movement. I slid her shirt off quickly. I pulled my knife from my side pocket. The blade flipped open. I cut the strap on the bra. My hand reached around and ripped it away from her. I went down and cut the back of her dress. The fabric fell away, leaving her in only a pair of white cotton panties. With one hand, I undid my pants. They fell to the ground. I grabbed her panties, pulled, and twisted. She squealed as they tightened. The knife cut the panties clean in one motion. The sliced fabric dropped to the ground. I folded the blade and tossed it on the couch. My hands grabbed her breasts, pulling her naked body against my chest. My hand slid up and pulled her head back. I kissed and sucked on her neck. My hand firmly held her hair, keeping her head back.

I moved to her ear. I whispered, "We'll work on the dancing. I want you. I've waited too long to have you. I couldn't wait another minute." I squeezed her breast. My hand slid down and teased her hairy bush. Fingers played along her slit. Stroking her clit.

"Oh god, yes. Take me. I've wanted you to do this for years." I could feel the excitement grow in her mind.

My shaft was stiff poking through the slit in my boxers. Crouching down, I bent her forward slightly, letting go of her hair. Fingers still playing with her clit. I spit on my hand. I wet my shaft with my saliva. I pushed it against her wetness. My hands went to her hips. I pulled her to me as I thrust forward. I pushed deep into her. She gasped. She felt amazing. I never realized how much I wanted her till I was inside her. Months of repressed sexual tension melted into our veins, absorbing the gratification. I pulled her back against me. She was on her tiptoes. My hand grabbed her breast. My other held her around her belly. I wasn't even pushing. My cock was just pressed inside her. My head bent as I whispered in her ear. "That feels so much better. Your tight pussy is just what I needed." I held her against me. My shaft was firmly planted inside her. "I could stay like this for hours."

"Oh god, yes."

I knew I didn't have the time. I pushed her forward, bending her over. Her hands fell to the coffee table. My hands pulled her hips as I pumped in and out of her. She was moaning with each thrust.

"Holy fuck Sko, you are better than in my dreams." I laughed at that statement. I reached out to Z to have her join us. I got no response. I focused on Sarah. Her mind was a whirl of excitement. 'Oh my god, I never thought this would happen. He feels so good.' I felt the thrill chase around her body. I push the heightened feeling of my shaft inside her into her mind. 'Holy shit. Oh my god, that feels so good.

"Fuck Sko, you are amazing. I'm so close. Fuck me, Sko Fuck me." My fingers teased her clit. My hand squeezed her breast. I felt her body shake. I felt her mind flash over. She inhaled, and she began to moan loudly. "Oh... Oh... Oh... Fuckkkkkk...." Her body trembled. Her muscles tightened. I worked my hips around pressing inside her. My fingers stroked and rubbed her swollen clit. She bucked and pushed back against me. I grabbed her head and pulled it back. She was screaming. Juices flowed from her, lubricating my shaft. I could hear the squishing of each thrust. Sweat dripped down my body. I felt the thrill run along the head of my cock with each press into her. My balls were tingling. I pushed the sensation into her mind. A second rush of orgasm flowed over her. She screamed and moaned. The thrill ran through my body. I held her hips tight against me as I shook with orgasmic delight. The orgasm washed over me, but I did not ejaculate. My shaft was still pressed into her as our bodies recovered from the orgasm. I stood pulling her up, lifting her feet off the ground. I sat backward onto the couch, keeping her with me. She was on my lap. My cock still buried inside her. I pulled her back, and she lay on my chest, breathing. We both were catching our breaths.

There was a sharp knock at the front door. I looked over to see a shadow behind the darkened glass. The door was shut. The knock repeated itself. Sarah started to get up. I pulled her back down onto my shaft. I whispered, "I've waited months for this. You think you get away that easily?" The knocking became louder and more intense.

"Sounds like something important," she whispered back.

"Nothing is more important than you right now. Nothing is more important than this. They'll go away."

"Sko? Sko, are you in there?" It was my neighbor. She was pounding like there was no tomorrow. "I see his car, but he is not answering. He went inside a little while ago with a young woman." She was saying to someone.

"Maybe it's an emergency?"

"If it were an emergency, she would be screaming for help. She is talking to someone who is looking for me. I have way more imperative things to deal with right now."

"But..." I leaned her over keeping my hard cock inside her. My mouth stopped her speech. My tongue pushed dancing with hers. My mouth tasted the salty sweat on my lips. I pushed a thought into her mind. You are all that matters to me at this moment. She relaxed and kissed me back. The banging stopped, or I got lost in her mind. My hands wandered all over her body. Slowly, I started thrusting again. She moaned through our kiss. I broke the union of our mouths.

"Turn around." She stood pulling off my cock. The air rushed over my swollen wet cock. She stood in front of me. She started to climb back onto my lap. "Stop." She froze.

"What did I...?"

"Nothing." My eyes traveled up and down her body. I looked at her long blond hair draped over her B cup breasts with the pink areolas. Her creamy white skin was perfect, glistening with sweat. The only thing wild on her was her untamed blond bush which was sprinkled with droplets of sweat and her cum. She had one leg up. Her pink lips were saturated and swollen.

"What?"

"Just looking at this beautiful girl that blossomed from the dishwasher I once knew." Her smile was highlighted by the pinkness in her cheeks. She stayed still for a moment. My eyes traveled over her again.

"Can I move cause, I want to get that fat cock inside me again. And I know you have to work tonight."

I exhaled in a huff. "If you must. I knew you just wanted me for my body."

"Your body?" she said as she slid onto my lap. She was kneeling on either side of me. " I only want your body cause that's what this amazing cock is attached to." Her hands grabbed my stiff shaft. "I can't believe you didn't cum. I thought I felt you. Even in my mind, I felt you."

"It can be like that all the time and more. I have a proposal for you." I grabbed my cock and pulled her up. I slid so that my head was rubbing against her wet lips.

"A proposal? Rule number two: Love and leave them, no commitments. Now, you wanna talk about our future?"

"A future of us together. You will serve me." My hands rested on her shoulders. I pushed down as I thrust up. I slid deep inside her again. She moaned. "You will be mine." My hips moved as I held her hips against mine. My cock pressed around inside her. "You will do whatever I say. Your body will belong to me."

"Holy fuck that feels good."

"You will have a life without worries. You will have constant sexual gratification. Endless pleasures. Every desire you can think of will be yours. You will know pleasure like you have never known it before."

"I think I already have. This is incredible. It is like you are in my mind." Her hands pressed on my chest. "Will I be your whore?"

"If I want you to be." Her eyes lit up. "But we won't need money, I have plenty." I pulled her tight and thrust into her. I entered her mind and let her feel the sensation of my cock pressing into her as I sensed it from her perspective. The sensations blossomed and echoed across our bodies.

"Oh god," she moaned.

"I want you to join me and the other girls."

"Oh fuck," She was breathing heavy. "Other girls?" She looked around at the stairs,

"Not here." I entered her mind and showed her an image of Heather and Puppet naked and embraced. She shook her head. 'It's ok, I put that image there.' I said to her in her mind.

'But how?'

"Not to worry about now. Those girls are mine. You will live with us. I will take care of you, protect you."

"Where will I work? At the bar?"

"You can work, if you want, as long as it does not get in the way of your service to me. The bar? Silvery Star? Wherever you want, if you desire to work. But money is no issue." She was grinding on my lap. Her breathing was getting heavier. Her hands ran along my chest. Her nails scratched along. I felt the tingle down to my bones.

"Fuck you feel so good."

"Say yes to me and we will do this and more all the time."

"Fuck your cock is so good. I've never felt like this." I scanned her mind. The pleasure was rushing around her. She was ecstatic. Deeper. She was afraid. My words scared her. She was afraid of being hurt again. She was fearful of men. She was tired of being alone. She wanted to be liked. I opened my eyes. It hit me. She wanted to be part of something. I could give her what she always wanted.

"You know me. I will NEVER hurt you. You know more about me than anyone. You are in my sacred lair. You know my rules. You know how much I care about you. You were like my sister. Now you are my lover. You are special to me. Join me," I whispered in her ear as I ground into her. Her hips matched my motion. I lifted her head. Our eyes met, "We've both wanted this. When this opportunity came up, you were my first choice. Join me. Be mine, be part of my group. Join us. Be part of our family." A look of glee came across her face. She kissed me. "You will not be alone again. Come live with us." I slipped into her mind. Everything was flowing. I went deeper, and she was smiling.

"Yes. Yes Sko. I want that. I want to be yours."

"When I come inside you, our deal will be sealed." I picked up the pace, pumping my hips. I lifted her and pulled her down on me. She was bouncing on my lap. I lifted her to the tip and then yanked her back down slamming my cock back into her. I felt the rush build inside me. Her mind was a flood of delight. I reflected my pleasure to her. I felt her body shudder. "Do you agree to be mine? Do you agree to serve me?"

"Yesssss," she screamed as the orgasm flooded across her body. A moment later my cock erupted with cum. I grabbed her head and pulled her to me. My lips locked on her mouth, our tongues dancing. My hand pulled her head against me. The other hand holding her lower back, keeping our bodies pressed together. Our bodies thrashed together in elated ecstasy. We shivered and fucked. Sweat poured off of us. In her mind, I flashed images of her. Reflected my thoughts to her. Bounced my feelings as I absorbed hers. This all fed off one another. The excitement rose. We both orgasmed again. We kissed and shuddered for about ten minutes. She collapsed onto me.

She lay against me on my lap. I held her. We continued to kiss.

I looked at the clock. Three forty. One down. One to go.

I reached out to Z and felt nothing. I was nervous for the first time since I met her. My mind longed to hear from her. I strained till my head hurt reaching out to her. Nothing. My mind drifted.

Sarah nuzzled against my chest. The movement brought me back into the room with her. My half hard cock was still inside her. I bent my head against her body. I breathed in her deep, sweaty, vanilla-scented perfume. Mixed in was the aroma of sex. I squeezed her tight. She moaned.

"You're going to ask me to get up, aren't you?"

"I have to take care of something."

"Oh, Sko, just one more moment in your arms is all I ask."

How could I possibly resist such a request? "One more moment and then I must take care of something." She felt perfect in my arms. If only I had more time. But I will have all the time with her I want. I watched the digital clock till the six turned to seven. I cleared my throat. She turned and looked up at me. My hands went to her cheeks. I pulled her lips to mine. "You are my special girl. I have to get up and get ready for work." She reluctantly nodded. I felt her slide to the side. My cock slid out of her.

She moaned again. "And like that, the moment is over."

I got up, letting her rest on the couch. "There will be many moments to come in the future."

"But this was the first."

"But not the last." I walked to the cabinet and retrieved my Polaroid. I walked back over to her. Spread your legs, lie back, and smile." She looked at me, puzzled. "You belong to me. Do what I say."

"Yes, sir."

"I prefer master."

"Yes, Master." She spread her legs. Stuck her chest out a little. I snapped a picture.

"Now go over there next to the clock, smile, and point at it." She listened. I snapped another picture. "Now come here kneel and lick up the mess on my cock."

She laughed, "Mmm, yes, master." I snapped a picture of her. She continued to lick and suck on my cock.

"Unfortunately, I have to go to work. Come on, let's shower and finish in there."

"Oh yes, please, master."

We went upstairs to the shower. I grabbed towels. She did an ok job sucking me off in the bathroom. Of course, I can't say I've ever had a bad blow job. She will benefit from some lessons. I made a mental note to get Puppet to work with her. Of course, Heather could also use some pointers. God, I can't wait till that class, I thought. I showered and toweled her off. I told her to get dressed. I got dressed. She came back upstairs a few moments later, still naked except for her blouse.

"I have an issue, master."

I turned, "What?" She lifted her uniform skirt, and it fell off. She held up her sliced bra and panties. "Ooops." Is all I said. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. They didn't fit her at all, but she was clothed. We went downstairs. I saw the light on the answering machine flashing. No time. It was 4:30; I had to be at work.

Once again, I had left a car somewhere. She had to drive me to work. I gave her instructions.

"Take my car and get clothes from your apartment. Grab your necessities from there. You live with me now. We will send someone to pack the rest."

Go to the mall and buy sexy lingerie. That is all you will mainly be wearing, so stock up on that. Buy five dresses. Classy ones. Those are for special occasions. Get your hair and makeup done. Get dressed and come to the bar. You better be there by ten." We pulled up to the bar. It was packed. I handed her a thousand dollars.

"Holy shit, Sko." I looked at her sternly. "Sorry, master."

"I told you money is not an issue anymore. Ten pm at the latest. Earlier, if you are hungry."

"I'm hungry for you right now, master." She licked her lips.

"For food." I grabbed my backpack. I placed the Polaroids in the outer pocket.

I watched her drive off as I headed into the bar. The place was packed. Everyone was talking about the bank robbery. Everyone congratulated me. The entire bank staff was there. I mean, I appreciated it, but I didn't do anything. Juliet was there, but it was too busy to talk. How to convince her to stay?

I took a moment and called Heather. "Hey, how's things going?"

"I've been trying to reach you all day, Sko. I heard about the bank, are you ok?" That must be who was calling my neighbor. I'll have to speak with her about that.

"Yes, all is fine, anything happening there?"

"Busy all day. Some men came to take measurements everywhere. They discussed building and fixing things. A guy came with a bunch of paperwork for signatures about money transfers and house ownership stuff that I barely understood. Apparently, I also own the land behind the house. A farm or something. All's quiet now. Oh, a priest came by, sent by Z."

"A Priest?"

"Yeah, Catholic, rosary and all. He blessed the house. Did a ceremony, with incense and everything. You'll smell it when you get here." Holy shit.

"Puppet doing ok?"

"She has been a handful. Or a mouthful is a better way to say it. She has been busy sucking or fucking half of the men that have come in the house. I had to hide her from the priest." I smiled. "When she isn't servicing them, my god, she won't keep her tongue off of me. Not that I mind. As we speak, she is licking away... God I need your cock though." I laughed to myself--rough life.

"Have you heard from Z?"

"No, actually. Is something wrong?"

"No, all is good. Enjoy, Puppet. If you need anything, call the bar."

"Sko, wait. I almost forgot, some kid is here. He says Z sent him. He is yours."

"My kid?" My heart paused.

"Well, young man. His passport says he's nineteen, but he looks like a kid. Z told him he is to work for you now." Holy shit I thought she meant my child. My heart started again.

"Ok, well, make him at home. I'll figure it all out tonight."

"He won't come into the house till you allow him."

"What?"

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "hold on Lily. He won't come into the house till you say it is ok."

"Bring him to the bar. I gotta run."

I walked out into the full bar. It was never this busy. The day the bartender asked if I wanted her to stay. I owed her for not stocking, so I told her I needed her till after happy hour. She gladly hung out. The owner came in and bought drinks. Everyone was celebrating my saving of the bank, except for me. I had a mission, and I only completed half of it. I looked at Juliet. Then I scanned the rest of the bar. She was my best prospect, but she was drinking and would probably not last the night.

I tried to reach out to Z again without success. My nerves rattled. I needed to hear from her. What the fuck is going on? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I focused on the bar.

Heather walked in and motioned for me to step outside. I slipped out. "He is over here," she motioned to the car.

I looked and saw a young man with short black hair. He looked to be Eastern European. He was seated in the passenger seat. As soon as he saw me, he stepped out of the car. His thin body was muscular. He looked like he had not grown into his frame yet. He was slightly shorter than me. "Hello, sir, I am Gunther. Mistress Z has sent me. I am yours." His English was very broken.

"You're mine?"

"I serve you. Mistress Z said you would understand. I am here to help you however you need."

"Ok, well, you may enter Heather's house. You will listen to her." I pointed to Heather. "She will be your mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I am to do whatever pleases you. Thank you, Master."

"When was the last time you heard from Mistress Z?"

I watched as his eyes went out of focus. He was concentrating. He blinked, and a confused look came over his face. He concentrated again. His eyes went wide. "I cannot talk to her, Master. I don't understand. I was able to do this morning when I left my home." There was a look of panic on his face.

"Everything is ok. Don't worry. You will go back to the house." I looked at the car. Puppet was wrapped in her towel, looking at me. "Puppet, wash him and help him relax." She smiled. "Gunther, she will take care of you." I pointed to Puppet. "Then you will both please your mistress. Your job will be to keep her happy till I return home. Lock all the doors and do not answer for anyone. I will call before I come home. Do you all understand?"

"Yes, Master," they all said in unison.

"Alright, I have to go back in, get going." Gunther ran to the car.

Heather stopped and whispered to me, "Something is wrong. Heather is not talking to you."

"All is good. Nothing for you to worry about. Stay inside the house behind locked doors."

She nodded and went to the car. She climbed into the back. They drove off as I closed my eyes and focused. I call out to Z. Nothing. I felt my body tremor. I opened my mind and reached out. I sensed something out there, but could not tell what or where. I looked around carefully. I thought I saw something in the woods for a moment, but realized it was just a fallen tree. Fuck something was wrong. I could feel it. The bar is safer than being outside. I went back inside with the crowd.

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