The Secret Journey (22 page)

Dance trance. I scan the hungry eyes, then
close my own and let my play-partner have her way with me, hands on
my waist, setting the rhythm, setting the motion. She spins me
around, face to face and our breasts collide, rigid nipples score
scorching lines over soft and supple skin. We’re dancing dirty, and
I let her go farther than I’d ever let a man, touching me, leading
me through sinuosities guaranteed to pull in cocks like compass
needles seeking north. I see us centred in a sacrificial circle, as
the rigid, thrusting rods spurt sperm on the floor in ritual
supplication to their sex goddess twins.

Dance trance, change tracks. She’s a fine
find, my anonymous Amazon, she knows how to work the crowd, how to
work me, and she works me good. She spins me again, takes the lead
with casual ease, her hands sliding over my curves with firm
assurance. I spot my next tease-target, a leather-jacket bad boy,
truck driver or hard rider, and either way he’s dangerous goods
with a long, wide load. I catch his eye and glance away, lure him
in with his lust. He dances over, looking for the opening I’m about
to give him and I let the moment build while I soak up the rush. A
split-beat later I spin to let him in, but my Amazon’s hands keep
me turning, past him and into her and then we’re locked, eye to eye
in a tit-tit collision, and I can feel her nipples hard on mine.
She shakes her head, a tiny motion, telling me that he’s out of
bounds, and my world turns upside down.

Boys are toys and the way to win the
girl-game is to collect the set, but Amazon is playing by different
rules. She holds my gaze and I descend into the haze of her female
sweat-scent. Her hands are on my body, moving me where she wants me
to go. The world slows down. I close my eyes, let her do what she
feels, and I can’t believe it’s really happening. The music fades
to a distant roar and suddenly I’m on the half beat, the quarter
beat, dephased from the rhythm and we’re slow dancing, tight,
tight, tight. I can’t think, can barely breathe but my body knows
what it wants, and my belly tenses, my pussy swells, ready for her
to do whatever she likes.

Dance trance, change tracks. It’s different
now, not about the beat but the bubble that encases us, her warm
form sliding against my skin, her scent and my own filling my
world, my mind, my everything. I tremble because I’m terrified, my
anti-slut secret is I’ve only ever kissed a boy, never even kissed
a girl but I know it’s going to happen now. I want to run and
can’t, I’m paralyzed, my vampire-vixen power drained like she’s
spiked a silver stake through my heart. Her hand slides up from the
small of my back, up to my shoulders, up to my neck and I haven’t
got the strength to escape, and then she’s doing it. She kisses me
as if she has all the time in the world, slowly, softly, not even
parting my lips. They part on their own and then she’s exploring me
and I can feel myself dissolve, all the power of my sexuality,
extracted dance-erotic from a thousand-thousand men, she drains it
out of me and into her.

I’m so weak I can barely stand and she’s
holding me up, still moving me, seducing me, and it happens all at
once, no warning, my cunt clenching hard in sync with the beat, my
climax and my first surrender. She captures my gasp with her lips
and I have no memory at all of how we got to the bathroom stall.
What I recall, what’s seared into my brain is the pleasure and
pain, and the sight of her sticky-slick slit. She sits splayed on
the seat while I kneel on the floor, dirty knees as I strive to
please. What’s scorched into my memory is her touch, her scent, her
musk-salt sex, enveloping me as I lap my tongue against her
stiff-swollen clit, to prove to her that I am hers. I took it for
her, took it all as her stickiness smeared my face, put me in my
place, marked me as her territory. She held my hair, no longer
gentle as she had danced. She was rough, because she could be
rough. She had captured me and I was hers to use or abuse, and when
she came she pulled so hard it hurt.

I didn’t care. I wanted her to hurt me, I
needed it so I could show how far she could go. I wanted her to
love me and whip me and feed me and fuck me. I wanted her to hold
me, punish me, tease me, please me, dress me and undress me, tell
me I was a good girl and a bad girl but most of all
her
girl. She made me crave to be her slave, to crawl for her, beg for
her, lick her boots, her cunt, her tits, her everything, and
everywhere. I needed to take it all, have her give me more. And she
did it and she still does it and my world is complete living at her
feet.

Dance trance, change tracks, the music is
different but the rhythm remains the same.

Part Ten

Class-trash is the way dance-girl
dressed,
when she wanted the attention on her. Class-trash is
how I’m going to dress you, honey, for this next little step on our
journey. This one is full-frontal audience participation, honey.
It’s going to take all day, so plan a day to spend with me, and
come back that morning. I want you dressed in your class-trash
best, and by that I mean your sluttiest little skirt and your most
enticing stockings and your best come-fuck-me pumps. I want a tight
little top so flimsy your nipples might tear holes in it. Skirt and
top, stockings and shoes and that’s all. You’ll notice a complete
absence of underwear on that list. No bra, no panties, you don’t
need them for this one. I want hooker-red on your lips, and no
other makeup. I want you looking like a trashy street slut crossed
with a high-priced whore. Do it for me honey, spend some time on
it, make it good because you know you want to. Set up your best
dance-beat music, and bring your digital camera. And honey? When
you come make sure you lock our door behind you, and disconnect the
phone.

I’ll be seeing you soon.

Okay honey, now it’s just you and me, alone
and private. And now that you’re dressed the part, I want you to
take a good, long look in the mirror. Check out your tits, rub the
nipples stiff so they stick through the fabric and feel my hands on
them, grabbing them hard, mauling them like you were some cheap
slut picked up in a sleazy dance bar. Check out your lips, vamped
up with that fuck-me-now lipstick, and imagine how they’ll look
wrapped around my cock. Check out your ass, check out your legs in
those heels. You’re a slut here, honey, nothing more and nothing
less. Now go set up the camera, set up the timer, set it up for
video if you can, set up the lights and background. Now music
on
, and move to the beat. Don’t just look the part, feel it,
live it,
be
it.

I want you posing, sexy poses, revealing
poses, slutty poses. I want you to vamp it right up, get into it,
like a whore trying to raise her selling price. I want private
poses, just for me, skirt-up poses, tits-out poses. I want you to
move your body to the rhythm, get into it, do the slut-strut with a
roll to your hips, work your body, put yourself on display. Strip
to the music. Go on, move it honey, I want you to prance like the
dirtiest girl at the dance. We’re going to strip the veneer here,
honey. No more nice girl, professional girl, none of that. I want
you to be the total, utter street slut and nothing else. You’re
going to be my own personal pornstar, so get clicking, shoot
yourself in the mirror if you have to, I don’t care about artistic
merit, I care about hot shots - tits, cunt and ass. Don’t be shy,
honey, the time for shyness with you and me is long, long past. Are
you ready for your close-up? Do it, do it now.

Click, click, click, the camera loves you
because, my God, you’re such a hot little bitch.
Fuck yes, work
it slut.
Come on, part your lips and pout sexy for me, make
those big, big, bedroom eyes. Come on, part your legs and pout
again, show me how trashy you can get. This excites your bad girl
side, I know it does. Let’s see how you look with one leg up so I
can see up your skirt. Let’s see how you look bent right over with
your legs apart and your cunt exposed. I want to watch you give
head to a banana, I want to see you lick ice cream from a bowl.
Click, click, click. Now let’s see how you look masturbating,
peeling back the hood of your clit. Let’s see how you look with
your sticky fingers spreading your sticky pussy, and sliding
inside. Go on, do it, and then lick them clean. Use your
imagination, honey, and burn those images into your dirty little
mind. Work it like a stripper, honey. Make it good, make it very
good. Show me just how depraved you can be.

That’s my bad girl, keep the shutter clicking
in your very first porno photoshoot. It takes twenty frames to get
one money shot, so take lots. I want to see everything. Play
dress-up for me, I want you naked in boots, jerking off in bra and
panties. I want everything from trashy-but-innocent to naughty
teasing to dirty-dancing eager slut. I want you from every angle,
every pose, every position. Keep your cunt open for it honey, keep
your nipples stiff, keep your clit hard. Make it good, take your
time. Come back when you’re so hot you could scream, honey, but
make sure it’s at least an hour. I want you good and hot, and I
want you to know just how far you'll go. Click, click, click. Go do
your photo shoot, honey, and come back when you’re mine in digital
reality.

Welcome back, pornstar girl, how do you feel
now? Hot and sexy, slutty, dirty, and oh, so turned on by this
little adventure in private exhibitionism. It’s a rush, honey, so
ride it. I know you get wet doing it, and what I love is the way
you get sexier when you get hot, how the juicing of your pussy
shows up in your eyes, in your face. What I love is how the pose
becomes reality as you arch your back and present your ass. What I
love is how the desire to tease becomes the need to fuck as you
flip your skirt up, and slowly expose more and more of your tits. I
love how you twist your body to show it off. You’re sending out a
message here, and it’s nothing more or less than “I’m hot and easy,
come and fuck me.” You're looking for that perfect pose that
screams it out.

“I’m hot and easy, come fuck me.”

Say it, honey. “I’m hot and easy, come fuck
me.”

“I’m hot and easy, cheap and sleazy, come
fuck me like the whore I am.” Say it, show it. Do we need more
pictures, honey? Not enough there yet? Then get more for me, you
know what I need from you.

Fuck, you’re such a slut for me, my cock is
so hard for you. And what I want you to do now is go through every
image, every pose and look at yourself the way I look at you, raw,
exposed, inviting, inciting, pure sex, and all woman. Concentrate
on the swell of your tits and the curve of your ass and the
glistening slit of your cunt. Concentrate on the shine in your
eyes, look at the expression on the face of this girl who is you,
this woman exposing herself for me. Look at the way she works her
body, works her look, look at the way she’s dressed for display.
Think about what she’s telling her audience. “I’m hot and easy,
come and fuck me.”

Go ahead and say it, honey. “I’m hot and
easy, come and fuck me
.
Come fuck me, please
.
Please,
please, please, come fuck me,
please!”

Go through the pictures honey, and beg for it
frame by frame. Beg with your voice, the way you beg with your
body. Look at that dirty little slut in the digital mirror,
uninhibited, wanton, sex personified, depravity purified. Tell that
girl what you think of her, how how she is, how dirty she is. Tell
her what a slut she is, what a horny little bitch. Tell her out
loud, you know I like to hear you say it. If you can't say the
words, you can't have the experience, so tell her very clearly
exactly what you think. And spread those legs as you read this
honey, as you look at your dirty-whore pornstar pics. Spread those
legs and spread that sticky cunt wide for me. She needs to be
fucked, honey, that dirty girl you are in the camera’s eye is there
to be fucked and nothing more. She needs it so bad. And there’s one
more thing you’re going to do with this honey, now that you’ve
chosen your perfect slut-wear, now that your body is trembling in
sexual need. Finish going through your pictures, and I’ll tell you
when you turn the page.

Hot bitch, slutty bitch – done with your
dirty pics, ready for your assignment now? It’s easy. I want you to
go shopping, go downtown, dressed just like this.

And I can hear the screech of your mental
tires as you hit that corner.
What did he say?
You didn’t
expect that, did you, honey? Yeah, I’m sending you out in public.
Does that scare you? Does that excite you? Yes it’s another one of
my little tests, designed to strip away the lesser women who’ve
come into my world by mistake. Here’s where the rubber meets the
road, honey. Here’s where we learn what you’re made of. You’re
going out in your trashiest outfit, and you're going shopping for
something even sluttier, while the men look with lust and the women
stare with envy. Strut it, work it, tease the boys and taunt the
girls. You're going to get hit on, but no giving out your number,
that's against the rules, honey. You're out there to show, not to
go. Are you brave enough to do this? We’re about to find out.

Oh, and honey, while you’re out, can you pick
something up for me? Good girl. Just drop by the hardware store and
pick up some rope, get white nylon twist, one quarter inch
diameter. Get four pieces, one twelve yards long, the others twelve
feet. Thanks, honey. I knew that I could count on you. Turn the
page when you’re back.

Welcome back, honey. How was your slut-strut?
Did you feel the eyes on you, when you bought even trashier
clothes. Did all those men want you while you displayed yourself
like a shameless whore? You
know
what they were thinking
when you bought that rope in the hardware store. And you know what
I was thinking when I told you to get it. Yah, honey, I want you
tied up, cunt up and begging for my cock, and yes, honey, that’s
exactly what I’m going to get. You know about rope and riding
crops, honey. That’s why you’re here. You know about domination and
submission, you’ve read stories, you’ve seen pictures, maybe you've
even played games with a boyfriend or two. I’ve already taught you
that pain can be pleasure, now you’re going to learn that
confinement can be freedom.