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Speaker 1: the almost empty room. So this was her Halloween, sat
Speaker 1: in the office of Quick Clean cleaning agency, hoping for
Speaker 1: a job to come in so she can earn a
Speaker 1: few more bucks. It was going to be very different
Speaker 1: next year, she promised herself. She would finish with medical
Speaker 1: school and have a marvelous job in a hospital instead
Speaker 1: of having to dust out the closets of people who
Speaker 1: really should be doing it themselves. Still, it paid the rent,
Speaker 1: and there was way worse jobs in this She could
Speaker 1: be doing. Some jobs her peers had just scared the
Speaker 1: crap out of her. She was just too uptight to
Speaker 1: even consider them. Halloween was one of the worst nights
Speaker 1: to be working. It tended to be parties that have
Speaker 1: gone wrong, which normally meant teenage boys asking why she
Speaker 1: wasn't wearing a French maid's outfit and making any lude
Speaker 1: comments about her. But while she was bending over to
Speaker 1: collect whatever mess they had done this year, it seemed quieter.
Speaker 2: The normal. With the world just returning to normal from
Speaker 2: the madness of the past two years, it was hardly
Speaker 2: a surprise. Parties were probably out now, not that Amory
Speaker 2: ever got invited to any. Little Miss goody two shoes
Speaker 2: they used to call her in high school, so prim
Speaker 2: and Proper voted the girl least likely to have an
Speaker 2: orgasm with anyone else involved. She'd had orgasms, lots of them,
Speaker 2: and one day they would be with somebody else. It
Speaker 2: wasn't she was unattractive. She just felt plain and nondescript.
Speaker 2: Her humor was often mistaken for insults. Other kids had
Speaker 2: always seen her as a little weird, and she could
Speaker 2: never really let herself go. She had tried, but it
Speaker 2: just never really happened. It wasn't she wasn't interested in sex.
Speaker 2: She was, God knows, she was very interested in sex.
Speaker 2: Just the men she met didn't do it for her,
Speaker 2: not even a slight quiver between her thighs. She wasn't
Speaker 2: sure what sort of man would do it for her,
Speaker 2: but no doubt when it happened there would be an
Speaker 2: avalanche of pleasure, just to let her know. According to
Speaker 2: the wall clock, she had only been sitting there for
Speaker 2: fifteen minutes. When the phone rang, even though it felt
Speaker 2: like hours already, it awoke the receptionist with a start,
Speaker 2: and her normally impeccable telephone manner was lost. Jotting down
Speaker 2: a few details as the cooler spoke, she nodded to Amrie.
Speaker 2: Disconnecting the call. She simply said, doctor Seusa out on
Speaker 2: three ninety six Evergreen Drive. He's had some friends around
Speaker 2: for a party and needs a little help to clear
Speaker 2: it up standing, am Marie took the booking slip from
Speaker 2: her hand and headed toward the parking lot. The drive
Speaker 2: to the old side of the city wasn't long. She
Speaker 2: just felt mildly irritated. She never got invited to parties anymore.
Speaker 2: She guessed she was just misunderstood. Pulling up in that
Speaker 2: house's drive, she smiled to herself. If you wanted to
Speaker 2: rent a house just for Halloween, it had to be
Speaker 2: this one. A light flashed aggressively from the basement window.
Speaker 2: You could almost hear the old house creaking in the wind.
Speaker 2: Job She'd loved horror film as she was fascinated by
Speaker 2: serial killers since being young. Otherwise she would drive right
Speaker 2: back down to the office and hand her cleaning equipment in.
Speaker 2: As she closed the car door, she thought to herself,
Speaker 2: I might actually enjoy this job. Striding up the stone steps,
Speaker 2: she pounded on the door, the knock echoing in the
Speaker 2: emptiness beyond a few moments later and a door swung open.
Speaker 2: A tall man with the wildest hair a Marie had
Speaker 2: ever seen, stared at her blankly, his eyes a little unfocused. Yes,
Speaker 2: can I help you, he said, gruffly. Quick clean to
Speaker 2: help clean up after the party? Oh sorry, I thought
Speaker 2: you'd be older, he said, before continuing, and it's to
Speaker 2: clean up before the party. I'm just not quite with it.
Speaker 2: His voice trailed off, as if distracted. Please come in,
Speaker 2: he said, as if returning from some distant dream, and
Speaker 2: Marie walked in, the door shutting with a loud click
Speaker 2: behind her. So where would you like me to start?
Speaker 2: Perhaps a kitchen and get the plates ready for cannopies.
Speaker 2: Confusion crossed his face and he stared at her. No,
Speaker 2: it's not that sort of party. It's uh, just can
Speaker 2: you clean the bedrooms please? Smiling as sweetly as she could.
Speaker 2: This man was really off with the fairies, but he
Speaker 2: didn't seem drunk. He just wasn't there the old house
Speaker 2: certainly had a lot of paintings, mainly with a wolf
Speaker 2: theme or men striding out into the wilds of the countryside.
Speaker 2: At the top of the broad stairs was one particularly
Speaker 2: huge painting. It seemed to be over employer, although he
Speaker 2: looked older in this probably his father. They certainly kept
Speaker 2: the same hairstyle going in the family, but this man
Speaker 2: was sprouting hair everywhere. The bedrooms weren't that dirty, They
Speaker 2: just needed tidying more than anything, so within thirty minutes
Speaker 2: she finished and started studying the paintings again while slowly
Speaker 2: making her way downstairs. As she stopped on the return
Speaker 2: of the stairs, looking up the large paintings seemed to
Speaker 2: change as she watched it, like some strange octical illusion.
Speaker 2: If she turned her head, the hair took over the
Speaker 2: whole body, as if shadows were being cast over the man.
Speaker 2: Oddly enough, his eyes seemed to change as well, somehow,
Speaker 2: going from green to an amber. It must be the light.
Speaker 2: She decided, no one could paint like that. Suddenly she
Speaker 2: was aware of doctor Seusa behind her for the first
Speaker 2: time since she had arrived. She was close to him.
Speaker 2: His body gave off an inordinate amount of heat, and
Speaker 2: there was a fragrance to him. It wasn't unpleasant, it
Speaker 2: was very warm. It reminded her a lot of the
Speaker 2: old forest she played him when she was younger. But
Speaker 2: there was something else, something she could not describe to
Speaker 2: any rational person. It was like the air vibrated around him.
Speaker 2: It was the only way she could describe it. She
Speaker 2: could feel her skin tingling and just being around this man,
Speaker 2: and what the hell was happening between her thighs. It
Speaker 2: was like the air between them was caressing her panties.
Speaker 2: She could almost feel a finger of warm, vibrating air
Speaker 2: teasing at her clip with the tip of its finger. Damn,
Speaker 2: she really needed to get laid if that's where her
Speaker 2: imagination was going now. Suddenly she was aware he was speaking.
Speaker 2: Her mind was firmly between her thighs, and she needed
Speaker 2: to snap out of it, do the job, get paid,
Speaker 2: and maybe pick up a Starbucks on the way home
Speaker 2: as it's Halloween before getting into bed with her favorite vibrator. Sorry,
Speaker 2: she said, shaking her mind, loose of those sorts of thoughts.
Speaker 2: That's my great grandfather. He was the first of the
Speaker 2: family to move here. That was painted just a little
Speaker 2: while before. He was murdered. Oh, I'm sorry, was all
Speaker 2: an Marie could manage. Desperate to change the subjects, she said,
Speaker 2: you have a lot of wolves paintings as well. My
Speaker 2: family has a long standing history with wolves, he said bluntly,
Speaker 2: looking more than a little agitated. Is it a big party?
Speaker 2: And Marie asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the atmosphere.
Speaker 2: The air between them had a very definite edge of aggression.
Speaker 2: Now she could almost feel the knives hotvering between them,
Speaker 2: and the warmth that was there just as short while
Speaker 2: ago now felt cold as ice. Oh no, it's not big.
Speaker 2: It is important, though a rare occasion tonight. It only
Speaker 2: happens every eighteen or nineteen years, he smiled lightly, the
Speaker 2: atmosphere warming again between them, Thankful for the change, Amory
Speaker 2: pursued this line. And what's that? She asked, Why Halloween
Speaker 2: in a full moon on the same night. It's a
Speaker 2: bit of a rarity. He grinned, his teeth, glinting in
Speaker 2: the evening light shining through the windows. His cell phone
Speaker 2: started diging in his pocket. Looking at the screen, he
Speaker 2: said to Amory, could you just tidy downstairs please? I
Speaker 2: need to take this and with that he strode up
Speaker 2: the stairs. Amory turned and made her way down the
Speaker 2: remaining stairs and started looking around for something to tidy.
Speaker 2: It was obviously an important party for him, so she
Speaker 2: would at least try to make it look decent. Eventually,
Speaker 2: her explorations led to the basement. The staircase down was stone.
Speaker 2: It almost seemed older than the house. A light flickered
Speaker 2: from underneath the door at the bottom of the stairs,
Speaker 2: tempting her curiosity lower e Marie had a distinct feeling
Speaker 2: that she shouldn't be down here, that this wasn't what
Speaker 2: he meant by downstairs, But there are times it's just
Speaker 2: too good a chance to miss. Turning the handle, she
Speaker 2: smiled to herself as the door clicked and swung open.
Speaker 2: It really wasn't what she expected. It was a basement.
Speaker 2: She anticipated a pool table and maybe a bar, but
Speaker 2: this was more of a den. The floor was carpeted
Speaker 2: in the most luxurious material she had ever felt. If
Speaker 2: she closed her eyes, it felt like fur under her feet.
Speaker 2: There was furniture what looked like the largest bed she
Speaker 2: had ever seen. Animal print occupied every corner of the room.
Speaker 2: The lamp above the bed was flashing, taking a moment,
Speaker 2: she walked over to it, turned the bowl and muttered
Speaker 2: to herself men as the flickering stopped. Unable to resist,
Speaker 2: she sat down on the bed. Wow, it was just
Speaker 2: so comfortable, almost as if the mattress embraced her completely.
Speaker 2: Kicking off her shoes, she laid out on the bed, stretching.
Speaker 2: As her hands pushed under the pillows. Her fingers discovered
Speaker 2: something metallic. Pulling it out, it looked like a buckle
Speaker 2: attached to a wrist trap, a thick leather wristtrap with
Speaker 2: what seemed to be a chain, disappearing beyond the bed.
Speaker 2: For some reason beyond her a Marie pulled on the
Speaker 2: chain and once a slack was gone, it resisted any
Speaker 2: further moment. This thing was fixed somewhere hard. Taking a moment,
Speaker 2: she raised a strap to her nose, taking in a
Speaker 2: large breath. It smelled of him. This s mout of desire,
Speaker 2: of lust. In her mind's eyes, she could see so
Speaker 2: much passion just happening here on this very bed. Without thinking,
Speaker 2: Without thinking, Amory wrapped the strap around her wrist. As
Speaker 2: soon as it completely encircled her wrist, she felt a
Speaker 2: tingle starting again, a buzz of excitement, excitement for what.
Speaker 2: She wasn't sure, but damn it felt hot. Her panties
Speaker 2: were wetter than she ever remembered them being, just from
Speaker 2: having this strap around her wrist. This is possibly sad,
Speaker 2: as she is laying on a bed alone with a
Speaker 2: leather strap draped around her wrist. Maybe this is what
Speaker 2: she was missing, a little like bondage. She listened for
Speaker 2: a moment. Doctor Causa was obviously still upstairs on his
Speaker 2: cool as there was no other sound in the house.
Speaker 2: Curiosity overpowering any sensibility, Amory secured the strap around her wrist.
Speaker 2: Pausing for a moment in thought, she reached forward, and
Speaker 2: sure enough, at the bottom of the bed there were
Speaker 2: another two straps securing those around her ankles. She lay
Speaker 2: back down. Although she had one hand free, the knowledge
Speaker 2: they secured her like this and it would take her
Speaker 2: a little to free herself was deftly a turn on.
Speaker 2: Her pussy was already throbbing more than it ever had before.
Speaker 2: Lifting her knees, her skirts slid back down her thighs,
Speaker 2: the tingle of the air kissing that wet material, teasingly
Speaker 2: sending a vibration of pleasure moving through her body. Her
Speaker 2: free hand lowered between her thighs. She didn't want love
Speaker 2: or flowers. She didn't want gentle love making. She decided
Speaker 2: she needed raw, animalistic sex to feel. A large man
Speaker 2: just pounding brutally inside of her, stretching her, pushing her
Speaker 2: body to its very limit. Her fingers explored her panties,
Speaker 2: pushing the sides of the material back. She rubbed her
Speaker 2: fingers over her clip violently, her thumb pushing hard down
Speaker 2: on the nub as she rubbed it, her fingers sliding
Speaker 2: between her folds, her pussy stretching as she continued to
Speaker 2: fuck her pussy with her fingers, her clip throbbing with
Speaker 2: pleasure as she punished it with broad strokes of her
Speaker 2: thumb and fingers. Parting her thigh spider, she brought her
Speaker 2: hand down hard against her folds. A burning sting of
Speaker 2: pleasure pulsated through a pussy. Damn, this felt so freaking good.
Speaker 2: Why she never thought of this before? The sting gently
Speaker 2: seemed to move through a body, a veil of pleasure
Speaker 2: being dragged over her. Her nipples were hard and erect
Speaker 2: beneath her shirt, and they pulsed with pleasure. God, this
Speaker 2: felt so good. What has she been missing out on
Speaker 2: bringing her fingers down across her pussy, the wet slap
Speaker 2: echoing around the room, and Marie realized just how wet
Speaker 2: she was from the sound. But there was something about
Speaker 2: hearing how wet he a pussy was that made her
Speaker 2: feel even hornier, And of course, as she got even hornier,
Speaker 2: her pussy got wetter and wetter as that torturous pleasure
Speaker 2: echoed through her body, her fingers making long strokes over
Speaker 2: a pussy, chasing the sensations up her stomach, following it
Speaker 2: up over her breasts, and as she rubbed her erect
Speaker 2: nipples through her shirt, the pleasure just sped up again,
Speaker 2: a whirlwind of need that would not yield without mercy.
Speaker 2: She pinched on her nipple, squeezing it through the material
Speaker 2: of her shirt, sending her body into pure raptures of
Speaker 2: decadent desire. Her legs pushed down into the bed, her
Speaker 2: thighs tensing as she moaned louder and louder. Her pelvis
Speaker 2: pounded into the air, her pussy clutching for a cock
Speaker 2: to fill her completely, to fuck her so aggressively. Her
Speaker 2: lips were positively vibrating with need, with desire, parting her
Speaker 2: thighs again, her pussy exposed. As she brought her hand
Speaker 2: down again, A wet slap reverporated around the room and
Speaker 2: through Amery's body, something about hearing that just fell so dirty, Yes,
Speaker 2: so right, pushing her fingers inside her pussy again, her
Speaker 2: muscles trembling along her fingers clutching at her her cow
Speaker 2: trembling with pleasure as her orgasm grew, spreading over her.
Speaker 2: She was going to come harder than she had ever
Speaker 2: thought she could. She knew it. She could feel her
Speaker 2: impending orgasm growing through every nerve in her body. Her
Speaker 2: breath just pants as her tied hand grasped at the chain,
Speaker 2: pulling on it for sensibility, her fingers slapping hard against
Speaker 2: her pussy once more. She desperately tried to resist her
Speaker 2: to let her orgasm explode. She wanted to control it,
Speaker 2: but denying her this pleasure was just beyond her. As
Speaker 2: her orgasm exploded through her pod body. As that tidal
Speaker 2: wave of heat cascaded down her body, Amrie cried out,
Speaker 2: fuck me, please, panting her legs slip down the bed,
Speaker 2: her body trembling from the orgasm still ricocheting through her,
Speaker 2: waiting for her heart to slow and her breathing to
Speaker 2: return to normal. Amorice suddenly remembered where she was. She
Speaker 2: wasn't at home. She was in a client's house, tied
Speaker 2: loosely to a bed. What the fuck was she doing?
Speaker 2: Her eyes sprung up and with the realization to see
Speaker 2: a pair of amber eyes watching her intently, holding her
Speaker 2: gaze for a long moment. Dark shadows danced over his face,
Speaker 2: his tense muscles rippling under his shirt. His hair looked
Speaker 2: even wilder now as he licked his lips with broad
Speaker 2: strokes of his impossibly long tongue. His hands bored into
Speaker 2: fists and then released, his fingers stretching from the very
Speaker 2: prominent bulge, and Marie could see under his pants even
Speaker 2: as he stood in the doorway. There might be more
Speaker 2: to doctor Zeussa than she had imagined. Eventually, he growled,
Speaker 2: and don't let me stop you. His eyes burned with
Speaker 2: passion beneath the amber. As you have enjoyed tonight's story,
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