Myra Takes (It) Off, Pt. 02

Author's note: It's been a few months but I decided to bring back Myra Slayne, my first and favorite character. This chapter takes place two days after Pt. 01. All characters are over the age of 18.

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It was a late Saturday afternoon, and Myra Slayne had never been so worried in her life. Two days ago, she experienced a professional and emotional high that she feared she would never come close to again, let alone equaling. She and one of her favorite bands The Velveteen Valkyries of the Void (or VVV) shared the stage for a triumphant fully nude concert in front of hundreds of thousands of screaming fans. If you had told Myra a half an hour before she took the stage that she would be doing the show naked except for her tube socks, she would have clocked you one across the jaw. But she did and she has yet to experience the first pangs of regret. After all, she went from being an unknown pop punk musician to being a borderline household name. Of course, the funny thing about the level of fame that she was now at was that it could all be lost in a second if she didn't play her cards right. Hell, it could lost even if she did play them right.

Wearing a bathrobe and nothing else while sitting in the VVV luxury tour RV, she sighed while thinking about a future in which she would have to return to her impoverished, lonely existence back in Pennsylvania. The sigh attracted the attention of the VVV lead singer Shelly Calewood, a blonde bombshell who was successfully distancing herself from her failed social media influencer career. Like Myra, Shelly and her bandmates were also wearing bathrobes. She looked at Myra and said, "What's wrong, Myra? You've barely said anything in the last couple of days. Did we say or do anything to make you upset? We're all concerned."

The other members of VVV nodded in agreement.

Fighting back tears, Myra replied, "I don't mean to bring the mood down. You all have done so much for me and I'm doing a shitty job of showing my appreciation. It's just I don't think you will like the person I really am once you get to know me. I make bad decisions, I say really stupid shit when put on the spot, I go through long spells in which I think I'm the worst person in the world, I'm as uncultured as fuck, and those are my good traits."

Ava Marie Lynchwood, the 6-foot tall 30-year-old Australian bassist and leader of the band, said, "OK Myra, don't take this the wrong way but you need to grow up. What I mean by that is you need to experience life more to mature as a person. Get out of that comfort zone that doesn't sound very comforting. You need to meet new people and do new things. You need to fuck up a few times to get shit right. You have that opportunity now. We're not those assholes from your former band". By "assholes", Ava was referring to Myra's very recently former band Ruckus Daisy, which was broken up two days earlier.

The London born and raised rhythm guitarist Maisie (Maze) Wattersby interjected, "Oi, a right, fine bird like you doesn't need to let those wanker twats to get on yer tits like that. Especially tits as nice as yours". Ava playfully slapped Maze across the shoulder.

LaTasha (Tash) Furnelle, the muscular, black bucket busker turned drummer from South Central Los Angeles nodded in agreement, "You listen to my girl Maze, Myra, cuz your new squad just rolled up."

A young woman of few words, the lead guitarist from South Korea Susan (Sue) Renee-Lin Park finally spoke, "Please stay, Myra. We all like you. I like you."

Tash jokingly added, "You like everybody."

Sue good-naturedly fired back before sticking her tongue out, "And I like you too, Tash. Sometimes."

Ava cleared her throat to regain control of the conversation, "mmm-hmmm... Now that I have everyone's undivided attention, I have a few announcements to make. First, we are just a few minutes away from the Mountain Sequoia Hotel and Resort where we will be spending the night after the last show of the tour. Second, I reserved one of the two swimming pools for our own private use for early this evening. We'll get to unwind a bit before the show."

The other four bandmates cheered enthusiastically and high fived each other.

"Myra, you are perfectly welcome to join us at the pool. In fact, we would very much appreciate it if you joined us."

Myra frowned, "I didn't bring a bathing suit."

Shelly smiled as she and the other four ladies in VVV opened their robes to expose their naked bodies, "Yes, you did."

"Well, I guess I'm in."

All of them except for Ava ganged up on her with a group hug. As for Ava, she said, "We're here. I'll get us checked in."

Ten minutes later, all six ladies were splashing around the pool without a stitch of clothing. Being a bisexual, Myra couldn't help but be turned on by all the beautiful naked female flesh around her. They were all stunning in their own way. Shelly had late 1990s pinup looks; Maze looked like a punkish Page 3 girl with her thick in all the right places physique and dyed multicolor hair; Tash was extremely muscular while still feminine due to her avoidance of steroids; Sue had an average build which was made up for by her radiant smile and cheerful dark brown eyes; and Ava was tall and thin with a look of perpetual seriousness that gained her fans with the older male fanbase. What she wouldn't give for just a few minutes of making out with drop dead gorgeous Shelly or the subtly pretty and sweet natured Sue. Tash and Maze were just too damn intimidating even if they were nice to her, and Ava - you just didn't fuck with her. Not unless she wanted you to, which was never. So, Myra decided to have as much fun as she was allowed while keeping it professional.

After an hour of nakedly splashing around, all six were draped in towels from their chests to upper thighs while lounging in lawn chairs by the pool. Sue's face had an expression that was very un-Sue-like. It was fear mixed with confusion. She said, "Girls, do you hear that? It sounds like someone left a whipped dog in here. It sounds like it's coming from over there". She pointed toward a wide planter with a palm tree inside.

Ava told the others, "Stay back. I'll check this out". Curiosity got the better of the girls as they walked a few steps behind Ava, Myra included. "Keep back. I found the source of the whimpering."

Being unable the restrain herself, the pugnacious Maze shouted, "Oi!!! Looks like a nakey perv tryna nick a peek at our bums, cunnies and tits. Fuckin' gobshite!!!"

"I won't tell you again, Maze, get back. Myra, go get a bottled water and a towel. I don't think he's physically injured too much but his pride has taken some heavy damage."

Myra was able to catch a glimpse of a slender, naked man curled up in a ball weeping hysterically. He looked like he was in his early twenties and had shaggy 2005 emo-ish, dark brown hair. Just when she returned with the water and the towel, Ava asked the mortified young man if he needed medical attention. He appeared to have enough presence of mind to tell her no. Myra and the man caught each other's eye. Both smiled briefly. Ava commanded, "Myra, please go back to the chairs while I put his towel on. Up you go, young man. Nobody can see us. Tie that knot nice and tight. There you go."

Myra and the remaining four members of VVV were seated in the lawn chairs before Ava returned with the frightened 6'2" young man who was wearing a towel around his waist. "Ladies, I would like to introduce you all to Charlie. Charlie, this is Shelly, Sue, Tash, Maze, Myra, and I'm Ava. What I want you to do right now, Charlie, is to tell us everything that happened. Take your time and go into as much detail as you need to, but do not omit anything important and do not lie to us. Are you ready to begin?"

Charlie took a swig of his water and spoke, "It's nice to meet you all. I'm Charlie Pardgett. I'm a student of Old Sequoia University. Only two kinds people of people attend OSU, those with extreme wealth and those with extremely good grades. I'm not bragging but my parents are flat broke at the best of times, and it's why I got into the mess you all found me in just now."

"I'll try not to take too much of your time, so here goes. I grew up in a small town that is really poor. Ever since I was little, I knew I had to get the hell out there. My folks were even poorer than the average family in that town and that's fucking saying something. I was bullied because of my clothes that didn't always fit and the fact that my dad pushed carts at Wal-Mart while my mom was a minimum wage home health aide. Those were the only jobs they could get and we lived off the tender mercies of relatives who hated us. And don't even get me started on my 'love life". Here Charlie snickered with not a little bitterness.

"I was poor, athletically uncoordinated, and have the sex appeal of a puked-out Egg McMuffin. However, I am smart and my academic work ethic got me out of that shithole where I spent my first eighteen years. I had a harder time securing a scholarship than I thought I would because rich people and corporations are stingier than hell anymore. However, I caught the attention of Superhung Willy. I hate billionaires but I love Willy more than Jesus. He paid for everything I have been able to do these last two years under the condition that I work for him after I graduate. Only, I don't think that's gonna happen anymore."

Ava asked, "So what's stopping you?"

"I'm getting to that, Ava. I've told you how I had no love life in high school. I thought that would change when I went to college but those teenage years fucked me up bad, perhaps permanently. It was today that I thought shit was going to change since the school was throwing a big party here at the hotel with everyone at school invited. Boy, was my ass wrong about that.

"Anyhow, a few hours ago, a rich girl visited my room. Meghan Burgesston. I should have been able to see past those lying crocodile tears but she was 'crying' about her boyfriend treating her bad. She said that she wanted to spend the night with me. Twenty years of nothing was going to end tonight or so I thought."

Ava interrupted, "I apologize, Charlie, but is this the daughter of the private equity asshole Milton Burgesston? The douchebag who is in constant competition with Maxwill Groam to see who can fuck up the lives of as many non-rich people as inhumanly possible?"

"That's him. Only it's less of a competition and more of a friendly game they play. They win, we lose. Anyway, his daughter says that her boyfriend Dakota, another rich prick, is 'neglecting her needs' as she puts it. So, she asks me to take off all my clothes, which I do, while she takes off everything except her bra and panties. Here I am, butt naked beneath my covers on the bed. She tells me she has to step out for a minute but she'll be right back. She left the door ajar and here comes Dakota and about ten of his frat asshole buddies. They storm into my room and pull me out of my bed. Balls naked and all."

Shelly asked, "I'm sorry, Charlie, but let me ask you something. This is summer. Why are you all still in school? You should be on vacation."

"You have to work harder at Old Sequoia. They don't believe in vacations because they want to instill a Puritan work ethic in us, minus all the religious bullshit. Of course, I was fine with having to go to school during the summer but I'm getting away from my story. Half of these pricks were holding my naked ass up in the air while the other half was ransacking my shit. Every fucking bit of it. My books. My notes. My clothes. All of it. I have nothing left". Charlie broke into a fresh round of tears.

After crying for a minute, Charlie said, "That's not even the worst of it. Meghan came back and told me that poor boys like me didn't fuck rich girls like her. It was the other way around and she wasn't using the word 'fuck' in a sexual context. She was talking about fucking us over while we sat back and took it while asking for more. You know, taking our jobs, having the politicians they buy make us pay taxes while they get tax breaks, having a two-tired 'justice' system, that kind of shit. They dragged me down here and abandoned me."

Maze was unable to control her already fragile temper any longer. "What a bunch of fucking twats. Oh, and I apologize about what happened earlier, Charlie. I shouldna called you a perv."

Ava stood up and took charge once again, "Girls, I need for all of you to go and prepare for the concert tonight while I talk to Charlie and Myra. Charlie, I'm going to book you another room where only we know where you are. I will have pizza sent up for the night and some fresh clothes for the morning. I know some people who will get you squared away with the school. None of this will go unanswered."

Charlie begged, "But Ava, you don't want to fuck with..."

"No, Charlie. They don't want to fuck with us. Now wait here while I go to the front desk."

Two minutes later, Ava returned with a card and said, "743. You can go up there now, Charlie."

Charlie took the key card and left. Ava handed Myra another key card that also was for 743. "What is this, Ava?"

"Look, Myra. I know you wanted to go to our last show tonight but it's very important you stay behind and look after Charlie tonight."

"What the hell? I'm not sure I can..."

"Please, Myra. Of course, you can. This young man is very important to our future. He needs someone to keep an eye on him. Willy has some plans for him that are extremely vital to our futures. We will make it up to you Monday morning when we negotiate your contract. Our attorney is now your attorney and he'll help you get a good deal."

While unhappy, Myra said, "OK, Ava. I'm sorry about what I just said. I'll do what I can. I owe all of you. Now, go out there and kick some ass!!!"

"Thank you, Myra, and have a good night. One more thing, there are two boxes in the nightstand if you need them. I mean WHEN you need them. Besides, I saw how you two were looking at each other."

Two boxes? Looking at each other? Myra was still not feeling right about staying behind but she had a responsibility to the band that took her under their wing when they didn't have to. Even as a protege of the great VVV, there was still shit work that needed to be done. She sighed and took the elevator to the seventh floor. The hallways were a bit longer than she expected them to be but finding 743 wasn't difficult. Once she carded herself in, she found that room service dropped off a big box of piping hot pizza.

There was a small table with two chairs. Charlie was in one of the chairs eating a slice. She opened up the nightstand to see what Ava was talking about. Her eyes widened with shock. Then, she sat in the other chair and pulled out a still hot slice of her own. They ate in silence for about fifteen minutes until she said, "Hey, Charlie. Is there anything you want to talk about? What kind of music do you like? Are you a reader? Do you like videogames? Movies?"

"Look, Myra. I've have had the shittiest fucking day in my entire life. If it's all the same to you, I'm just gonna turn in for the night."

Myra laughed, "It's barely 8:00. Don't you want to talk or watch a little TV or..."

"Good night, Myra. Some of us who aren't rock stars have lives where we have to get up in the morning. It's called responsibility. You should try it some time."

"What are you even talking about?"

"I'm dropping out of this fantasyland where nobody wants me that they call 'college' and going back home where I belong. Maybe my dad can get me on at Walmart or my mom can get me on as a home health aide."

"Charlie, what the fuck? You're too smart to do this."

"You're right about me being smart. That's why I'm going back to the real world and I strongly suggest you do the same. You're setting yourself up for nothing but failure and disappointment."

"Failure and disappointment was all I knew before two days ago. I worked my ass off and now I am on the verge of a multi-million dollar contract. You think you're saving yourself from humiliation by going that route? My plan isn't perfect but it is at least going somewhere."

"Which will fall apart. My plan was far more pragmatic and look where it got me."

"It's not over for you. Not unless you let it be. What would your mom and dad say?"

"Just leave me alone and leave my parents out of this, Myra. I'll take one bed and you take the other. Go to the bar and get drunk for all I care."

"All I have to wear is a towel. My clothes are in the goddamn RV."

"You wore a lot less than that a couple of days ago. The whole world knows. Anyway, not my fuckin' problem. Now, let me sleep."

"Fine."

"Where did all this hostility come from?", thought Myra as she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Wasn't this the same guy who briefly exchanged a smile with her? This was really not working out well at all. As a matter of fact, it was turning into a FEMA grade disaster. The kind where they take you out of your home and book you in a hotel room Myra thought with a slight chuckle. As bad as things were, they were about to get worse.

Myra began to hear a slight sniffling, which became a whimpering, which became crying, which became outright sobbing. Myra turned over to lay on her belly while covering her head with the pillow. Sweet baby Jesus, make that wailing stop.

She threw the pillow aside and walked to the bathroom. She could still hear Charlie's sobs as she locked herself in. She sat on the toilet and was close to tears herself as she thought, "God damn you, Ava. God damn you to Hell. I'm not a fucking babysitter. Especially not one for overgrown man children. There's nothing I can do for that crybaby and I'll just have to tell Ava that I fucked up. What else can I do but fuck up? Story of my goddamn life."

Myra quit trying to fight the urge to cry. Too much shit was coming at her at once. The one thing that made it all the worse was that she and Charlie were very much the same in almost every way that counted. Both were trying to escape poverty. Both said stupid shit when it came to think on one's feet situations. Both lapsed into self-pity very easily. Looking at the hopelessness of their situations, Myra let the tears flow while not believing in any hope of them cleansing her troubled soul. The difference was that Myra was not taking out her problems on innocent people, only herself.

"I THINK YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO, MYRA ELIZABETH SLAYNE!!!", said a familiar voice that only she could hear. It was the same voice that jump started her career by telling her to get naked at StackedAFFest the day before yesterday.

Taking a break from her crying, Myra thought-said, "What the fuck are you talking about, asshole?".

"YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT."

"No, I fucking don't. You're being evasive with me. You know I fucking hate that shit. Can't you just tell me the goddamn truth?"

"IT'S REALLY RICH THAT YOU EXPECT ME TO TELL YOU THE 'GODDAMN TRUTH' WHEN YOU KNOW THE 'GODDAMN TRUTH'. YOU WON'T ADMIT IT. THINK, DAMN YOU, THINK."

Goddamn, that voice is starting to make a little sense. Living at the bottom of life's totem pole for so long had taught Myra to bite her tongue, even when others didn't extend the same courtesy toward her. Thinking about all the unsaid shit make her fucking angry. There were so many that needed to be called out on their bullshit but she was too cowardly to say anything. Passive, cowardly, and dumb was no way to go through life.

"THAT'S RIGHT, MYRA. LET THE ANGER BUILD INTO SOMETHING PALPABLE. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT A BEAVER DAM OR AN OUTHOUSE. LET'S BUILT A FUCKING MONUMENT THAT THOSE WHO LIVE FIVE THOUSAND YEARS FROM NOW WILL SPEAK OF IN THE SAME REVERENTIAL TONES THAT WE SPEAK OF THE PYRAMIDS IN GIZA. THEY SAY THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE BUT ANGER IS WHAT DEMOLISHES THE GODDAMNED PRISON. SET YOURSELF FREE TONIGHT, MYRA ELIZABETH SLAYNE."

Myra was so focused on the internal voice that she didn't realize she was screaming in rage. She nearly tore the door off its hinges before shouting with enough fury to almost whiten her red hair. She was starting to scare even herself. "Charles FUCKING Pardgett, you get the fuck out of that goddamn fucking bed right the fuck now!!!"

"Myra, leave me alone. I'm trying to sleep."

"No, you're not. You're crying like a little fucking bitch. Hell, it's not even real fucking crying. It's fucking performative bullshit that is failing miserably at making me feel any fucking pity for you what-so-fucking-ever."

"Can't you see what I went through? Are you taking her side now?"

"Nope, that's you. You're the one letting her live buttfucking rent free in your stupid fucking head while shutting everyone else the fuck out. I for one refuse to let that shitfucking cunt occupy the same goddamn room with me, Charlie."

"Leave me along and let me cry. So, fuck you and go to sleep."

"'Fuck me' he says. No, FUCK YOU!!!". Myra grabbed the blankets off Charlie's bed and yanked with enough force to also pull off Charlie's towel. He was once again completely naked with both hands covering his genitals.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

"You haven't seen fucking crazy yet, you whiny little fucking bitch!!!". In the blink of an eye, Myra undid the knot that held her towel together by yanking it as hard as she could. An audible rip filled every corner of the room. She let it drop as a maniacal smile formed across her face. She now stood completely naked in front of Charlie. "I, Myra Elizabeth Slayne, born December 30, 2002 in Steubenville, Ohio have nothing to hide. What about you, Charles whatever the fuck your middle name is Pardgett? Is this your solution for everything when the world throws a fucking challenge at you? Just curl up in bed and cry all fucking night? I don't even like the thought of someone doing that on their own time. Only, we're on OUR time now. So, until you grow a fucking pair, I'm going to stand tits and ass naked all night in front of you if I have to. If you want me gone, you either be a man and talk to me like a goddamn adult or you knock me the fuck down. What's it gonna be, Charlie?"

Charlie couldn't believe it came to this. There was no way in Hell he was going to raise his fist against a young woman who was a foot shorter than him; even though she was quite fit and looked like she didn't back down from fights. Plus, she proved she could be extremely foul mouthed when angry. Her aggression was a force of nature. There was no other option than to swallow his pride. His head turned away from her, "Please Myra, you win. I was wrong. Can I please cover myself? Can we please talk about this like adults? I was wrong to blame you."

Five minutes later, Charlie was wearing his towel again while Myra wore a blanket since her towel was torn. As they both sat at the table, he said, "Since I was the asshole, I'll let you start."

"Thank you. To be perfectly honest with you, I have been nothing but nice to you all evening. At least up until I damn near barricaded myself in the bathroom. Anyway, you were rude to me about shit that you know I had nothing to do with. It's all her and you. Her for doing that shit to you with those dudebro troglodytes and you for projecting all that venom over what happened onto me. Considering how smart you say you are, I find that highly disappointing. What the actual fuck, dude?"

"Well, Myra. You're right about everything. None of this is your fault. This is how people like Meghan fuck us. She pits us against each other by making us too scared to fight people in power, like her family. Of course, someone has to be stupid enough to take the bait. I was the idiot, not you. I let her control me and turn me into some stupid motherfucker. I'm so ashamed of myself that I will no longer call myself 'smart' anymore. I hate the person I allowed myself to become. But even worse than that, I hate the person I was moments before. The one that allowed that bullshit. It's no excuse but I hope it is an explanation. I don't think there is much I can do to make what I did right."

"Yes, there is. You can take back that shit about quitting school. Ava is friends with Willy. They'll get you sorted with your professors. As smart as you are and yes, you are smart despite what you just said, you'll find that this was just a brief hiccup. It's like me breaking a guitar string. It sucks when it happens, but I restring and forget about it the next day. Also, I want you to quit with the self-loathing. I can tell you from experience that is another way in which the Meghans win. They have no remorse which makes it easier for them to feed off ours. But like I said, you'll be getting brand new books, a new wardrobe... Wait a second. Why did you have all your clothes here in the hotel for anyway? Don't you have anything to wear back at your dorm?"

"I just have two shirts and two pairs of pants. Or had. That's all in the world I had."

"My dude. You need a new a wardrobe. Seriously, dude. You do. But don't worry, we'll get you squared away."

"Patrick."

"What was that?"

"Patrick is my middle name."

"Charles Patrick Pardgett. Nice name. Kind of rolls off the tongue. Why don't we play a little game? We both get to ask each other a very personal question. The one who answers has to be completely honest. No bullshit tolerated. I'll let you begin so take your time and make your question a good one."

"I already know what I want to ask. How did it feel for you to get naked on stage the day before yesterday? I know all about the concert from the day before yesterday. I'm not judging you but I want your honest opinion. And what I said earlier about you getting naked on stage was wrong."

"No harm done but let me answer your question. I'm sure you have heard of the author David Foster Wallace. I'm paraphrasing but he said something to the effect that life feels like a burning building to a suicidal person. They feel that ending it all is the only escape from the inferno. I wasn't quite suicidal but my clothes felt like a burning building. It took an inner voice to remind me. If I had stayed dressed, I would have been trapped with all the bullshit that was leaving a stain on my soul. You know - being broke all the time, no job prospects, asshole bandmates, my mom working herself to death, me being a weaktit my whole life, all that shit. It would have distracted me and royally fucked up my show. Once I got naked, nothing separated me from the music. It was a path of no resistance. I felt the truest form of freedom for the first time in my life. I don't know if I will do another nude show, but I also don't know if I won't do every show like that from now on. It has to feel right for me like it did on Thursday."

"I wasn't expecting that but thank you very much. It's your turn now."

"I know what I want to ask but I am not sure how to frame the question. In fact, the end result is you asking another question albeit one that demands your full honesty. Here goes. Is there something you want to do tonight, Charlie? You know, just you and me."

"Right now, I just want to go back to sleep. I'm done crying about stupid shit and I'm done blaming you for things that aren't your fault."

"No, Charlie. That's not what you really want. Come on, dig deeper. You can do it. I'm being really tolerant of your lack of honesty. At least up to a point."

Charlie took a moment before asking, "Would you like to go on a date with me Friday or whenever things start to pick up in my life?"

"I'm sorry but I have some obligations this week. I can't do it. But you're on the right track. Dig a little deeper. You got this. What do you REALLY want to do tonight?"

"No, no way am I asking that. I can't."

"Yes, you can. If you want to take a moment and figure out how you want to ask, feel free. Don't tell me you weren't stealing little glances at me earlier when you were telling us your story."

Charlie took a deep breath. He looked straight into Myra's emerald green eyes and said, "Myra, you can say yes or you can say no. I'm more prepared for you to say no. I'm not trying to force or coerce you into something you don't want to do. So, here goes. Myra Elizabeth Slayne, born December 30, 2002 in Steubenville, Ohio, would you make love to me tonight?". She laughed at the look on his face once he asked. She recognized this expression as the same one she had on her own face when she was asked two days earlier if she wanted to continue the show right after her band deserted her.

Still smiling, Myra replied, "First of all, I'm flattered that you remembered all my personal information from our fight earlier. It actually means a lot to me that you listened even though we weren't on the best of terms then and I was also butt fucking naked at the time. Second, I like how you are taking my feelings into consideration by leaving it up to me without imposing on your part. And third, you asked like a complete gentleman. So, my answer to you is..."

"..."

"..."

"... no."

Charlie's eyes and mouth popped open in surprise.

Myra laughed again, "I'm joking. You should have seen your face. You would not believe how big your eyes got. But seriously, yes, let's do it but let me lay down a few ground rules:

"One. No name calling. I'm not a bitch, a whore, a slut, a cunt, or anything else derogatory. I'm better than that and so are you.

"Two. No slapping, hair pulling, biting, spanking or grabbing me by the neck. Likewise, I won't physically assault you either.

"Three. No pissing or shitting. That shit, pun intended, is fucking nasty. I had a bandmate who was into that kind of porn and it made me fucking puke.

"Four. Absolutely no anal. I'm exit only. You want to put your hands ON my ass, fine. But nothing goes in. Again, another bandmate who was into that shit.

"Five. Tomorrow, we go our separate ways. I could very well have future obligations with a record label and you have your academic career to focus on. We can still be friends and contact each other but no permanent emotional attachments.

"And most important of all. Six. You are wearing a condom. I'm not ready to be a mother yet. And you aren't ready to be a father yet either."

Again, Charlie's face held a surprised expression. Myra said, "Look, Charlie. Those are my rules. If you don't like..."

"No!!! What I mean is if I agree to those really easy conditions, we're gonna go through with it?"

"Exactly."

"OH MY GOD!!! Let me know when you're ready."

"How about now?". Myra threw the blanket off her body and stood naked a second time in front of Charlie that night. This time, Charlie let himself take it all in. The tentpole underneath his towel was beginning to point straight upward.

"MYRA, DO YOU NEED MY ASSISTANCE WITH ANYTHING? YOU SEEM A LITTLE INTIMIDATED BY THE TASK AHEAD OF YOU?", the voice returned to ask her.

She thought-spoke again, "No, please. I'm fine. I need to be a little scared right now. Just like he is."

"VERY WELL. I SHALL LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR THE NIGHT."

Charlie now wore a look of concern. "Myra, are you all right? You spaced out for a minute."

"Never better, Charlie. My inner voice was speaking. I had to answer. Don't worry. It's not coming back tonight. Just you and me from now on. No, wait a second. I'm getting dizzy. Catch me, Charlie."

Myra wobbled over to Charlie, who held his arms out. Just as he was about to catch her, she yanked his towel off and started to laugh hysterically. At first, he tried to cover himself but then decided all of a sudden to just let it all out. She was staring at his 6 and a quarter inch erection. It wasn't a record setter, but it was just right for her. "You can trust me, Charlie. I'm not going to leave you. Did Meghan even go this far for you? You said that she only got down to her bra and panties before she bailed on you. I'm butt-ass naked and I haven't even started yet."

"Haven't even st..."

Myra easily pushed him back into the chair. She kneeled down between his open legs, grabbed his erect member, and slowly put it onto her mouth. Administering oral sex was something she was very new at but goddamnit, she wasn't going to let inexperience stop her. As long as she kept bobbing her head while using her tongue, cheeks, and lips; she seemed like she was good to go. Charlie was totally unfazed by her lack of fellating knowledge. She used to laugh when watching porno at the dudes' orgasmic faces while they were getting blown. Was it overacting? Drugs? Charlie was making those same faces and she found it highly arousing. He looked so cute and vulnerable and sexy. She was also turned on by the slender muscles in his belly and chest clenching with ecstasy. Looking at his naked upper body while his penis was inside her mouth, she stuck the index and middle finger of her left hand inside her pussy.

Fearing he would come too quick, Myra slowed down her oral pursuits by taking it out of her mouth once every few seconds. While she was doing this, she remembered from those same pornos the power of seductive facial expressions like stares and smiles or a playful lick of his beautifully bulbous balls. Once Charlie noticed this, he gave words to the intense pleasure he was experiencing. He would say things like, "Holy shit, Myra, you're amazing!!!" or "Oh, God!!! I'm in Heaven!!!". The fact that he was totally into what she was doing was an aphrodisiac to her. Her fingers were getting wetter and wetter from masturbating, which made her unable to hide her own moans.

She stopped everything for a moment to look directly into his blue eyes. "Charlie, I am going to make you come like you never came before. Brace yourself!!!". She began to rub her cunt with more intensity while enveloping his cockhead and the first two inches of his shaft with her mouth. Her right hand held on to the part of his dick closest to the root. She bobbed her head up and down at a faster and faster rate while stroking him with a mix of her own saliva and his precum. At this point, he was totally lost to everything except the euphoric joy bestowed upon his cock.

"Oh, shit!!! Myra, I gonna come!!! Oh, fuck!!!". A small part of her was dreading him coming in her mouth but there was a bigger part of her that wanted to bring everything to a satisfying conclusion regardless of temporary emetic discomfort. She kept accelerating her head bobbing to the point at which she was sure her neck was going to hurt for a few days. Faster and faster until his jizz shot into her throat. Over and over until his cock was drained. She was a bit worried about his orgasm causing a gag reflex. What happened instead was that it caused her swallow reflex to react. As this was happening, Charlie was past caring about how loud his moans were or how silly his orgasm face looked. Once all his semen squirted out, he fell out of the chair and onto the carpeted floor. At the same time, Myra fell backwards from her own intense self-induced orgasm.

Both lay naked from head to toe, and breathing heavily on the hotel floor for several minutes. Charlie was the first to speak. "I don't even know what to say, Myra. I have never experienced anything that even comes close to that in my whole life. Thank you for that."

"Don't go thanking me just yet, Charlie. We've got a lot more to do tonight."

"First, I take a piss break". Lying on his belly, he pulled himself up, which broke a string of precum (or postcum) that connected his dick to the floor. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to close it. The toilet was in plain view past the open door, which gave Myra a perfect rear view of Charlie's naked ass as he was relieving himself. His right hand was clearly holding his manhood while his urine was pouring into the bowl's water. The pouring stopped and Myra caught him shaking out the last few drops. Charlie flushed and walked to the bed he used as a self-pity hideaway earlier. He sat down on the edge with his legs spread apart, giving her a good peek at his flaccid cock and plum-like balls.

"As good as that was, I can't help but feel a little guilty. I felt like I was the only one who got anything out of it. You gave and I took. What did you get out of it?"

"The whole time, I was jilling off. It was hard to see from your vantage point. But trust me, I came so hard I almost passed out."

"I thought you fell over from oxygen deprivation from sucking me off for so long."

Myra rolled over laughing. "I've doing cardio and aerobics for almost ten years. My stamina is nothing to trifle with. My ability to handle to an intense orgasm, well... we'll talk about that later. Right now, I need for you to get yourself hard again. As hard as you can get it. Make those blood vessels stand out. But don't jerk it so hard that you'll come."

"Are you telling me that you want me to start jerking off in front of you?"

"Not just yet. Let me turn on the TV first". Myra found the remote on the nightstand beside an ancient Gideon bible. "I hope they have something Music Choice or something like it here. Ah, yeah baby!!! There were we go. Smooth Erotic Jazz. I quote the great 2 Live Crew when I say 'Me So Horny!!!".

Once the saxophone solo started, she began to dance in front of him seductively. She put both hands behind her head and did some figure eight swiveling with her hips. Dancing always fascinated her but she lacked the courage to take it up privately until almost a year ago. She was scared of losing her punk cred even though her Ruckus Daisy bandmates were some of most decidedly un-punk posers she ever met. But now that she was stark naked in this hotel, she felt nothing but absolute freedom - and the damn Voice didn't even have to make her feel this way. Charlie was completely transfixed by her short but voluptuous body: her large boobs that reminded him of a cross between Danni Ashe and Dolly Parton, her washboard abdominal muscles, her narrow waist, her shapely hips, her inch wide strip of auburn pubic hair, and her muscular thighs. It took her a little almost 24 years but Myra Slayne was now finally able to admit to herself just how goddamned fucking hot she was. Now that she saw that he was erect and handling himself a little bit, she kissed his lips with a lot of tongue and said, "be slow and gentle with it. I'll be right back."

As she left Charlie to his self pleasuring, she walked to the nightstand and pulled out one of the boxes Ava was talking about. It was a box of Superhung Medium condoms for those in the 5"-7" range. If those were the medium sizes, she shuddered at the thought of what Large, XL or XXL comprised of. She quietly opened the box as Charlie began to breathe heavier and sigh with pleasure. She looked at his bare back and the top of his exposed ass crack before taking out one of the condom packages. She thought, "God he is so fucking cute" before she crawled on the bed behind him.

"Charlie, come up here with me. I got something for you". Myra was on her knees facing Charlie, who was still stroking it while crawling to face her. She held his hard member at an upward angle while rolling the condom over it slowly. After the rubber was rolled down to nearly the base, she crouched down and put the covered cock in her mouth for lubrication. He moaned ecstatically as she worked her tongue and lips around his swollen manhood.

After she released him with a loud pop from her mouth, she lay down on her back with Charlie kneeling between her legs. "OK, right now, I need you to stick it inside me while it's still wet from my saliva. Once you're inside, do not under any circumstance pull out unless I tell you to or if it becomes really painful for you. Let me guide you in". He hunkered down until their pelvises were just a few inches apart. His dick felt like it could cut diamonds, his dickhole was perfectly aligned with her vaginal slit, but still he couldn't seem to fit it in. "Keep going, Charlie. Don't give up. We'll get it in". It took him another minute of fruitless effort until she felt a sudden rapturous sting at the very core of her body and her being. She arched he back up and moaned loudly with both pain and pleasure. Charlie was finally inside. "That's it, Charlie. Nice and easy. And don't pull out unless it hurts. Ahhhh, yes."

"Ohh, my God!!! Myra!!! Am I going too fast or too slow? Ohhh..."

"You're doing great!!! God, yesssss!!!!"

Charlie was propped up with both of his arms almost straight in a near push-up position. Myra rose up on her elbows to get a better view of his bare torso. Both of their tufts of pubic hair were intermingling with each other. She was unable to get over just how fucking beautiful he was. There was his slender but mostly fit body and the look of guileless, sweet innocence on his face.

She didn't want to tell him at first but she was secret dreading the intercourse they were having now. Previous experience made her leery of anything resembling sexual contact. However, she had a responsibility that was greater than herself. At least, that's what Ava told her and so far, Ava had been right about everything. Also, it wasn't like Charlie was forcing her into this. He had fears and reservations himself. Was there something Ava knew...

Just before she let her thoughts drift too far, it became apparent that she was really beginning to enjoy this. Enjoy it to the point that it didn't seem possible that a human being could know just how good something could feel. Charlie kept pumping away but there was a look of intense struggle on his face. Was he fighting to urge to pick up the pace or was he fighting the urge to finally come? His eyes were ostensibly closed because the sight of her naked body beneath him brought him closer to his inevitable orgasm. Then it clicked.

Charlie was doing something chivalrous despite being a coital virgin. He could have been jackhammering into her mindlessly just to bust a nut. But no, he was slowly and deliberately withholding his own desire to squirt one out, all for the purpose of making her enjoy it. He was so focused on this task that he moaned wordlessly, even simple language was beyond him. Myra had to say something, "Hey, Charlie. You don't have to make me come. Go ahead and come. It's all right. Go ahead and come, Charlie. Go ahead... OHHH GODDD!!!!"

An intense wave of euphoric pleasure hit her. Like Charlie, words escaped her. All she think about was his naked body accelerating its pumping into her, his virginal handsomeness, his soulful moaning, but most importantly, it was the heart and determination he had shown during their lovemaking. All of these thoughts assailed her mind at once. Her neural pleasure centers were left exposed. A shock beyond mere physicality blasted her into a zone that made her think she literally died and went to Heaven. However, a deep breath revived her and let her know she just had indescribably awesome sex with a lonely, beautiful young man named Charles Patrick Pardgett.

A young man who was now slumped across her chest and sobbing. At first, Myra said angrily, "Charlie, that fucking cunt Meghan had better not be back squatting in that goddamn summer rental in your mind".

"No, Myra. It's you. I'm so happy I can only cry. I'm sorry but I can't control it". His crying intensified but she didn't feel annoyance like she did with his self-pity fit earlier. These tears came from a place of sincerity, beauty and happiness that were all awe-inspiring in their intensity.

"No, Charlie. I'm sorry. It's OK to cry at times like these. Here, let's sit up and get this rubber off of you. There you go. Goddamn, you really filled that little son of a bitch up. Let me tie it up and see if I can Larry Bird it into the trash can. Definite three pointer. See that, Charlie. I'm ready for the NBA. Fuck the WNBA. I want the money. You hear me, Charlie? I want the money. I want the goddamn money. I... want... the... god... Oh, hold me, Charlie. Hold me Charlie. Don't let me go..."

Now Myra and Charlie were wrapped in each other's arms; both were weeping on the bed where they just made love.

TO BE CONTINUED...