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18 Şubat 2024, 01:23
CARD TRICK
The alarm wouldn't stop ringing. In my waking stupor I though it was the alarm. Well maybe not. I reached over and swatted the snooze button on the clock, but the noise didn't stop.
Oh hell. The sun was out and it was way too friggin' bright in my bedroom for this crap to be happening.
My headache was with me full force as I rolled to the other side of my bed and fumbled for the cordless phone. And of course, it fell on the floor.
Almost comically as I reached to the floor for the damn noise maker, I fell out of bed and landed atop my stiletto heels. At least I hadn't been stabbed to death, I thought as I groaned and cursed aloud.
I was pissed now and on a mission. That better fucking be publishers clearing house calling me, I thought, as I finally grabbed the cordless electronic demon of slumber.
Finally pressing the talk button, I realized how amusing this whole affair had become. "Hello." I mumbled. Surprised at how much my own voice made my hangover rear its ugly head.
"Michele? Michele? Hello?"
"Yes, this is me who's this?" I asked, still in a dense fog.
"Michele darling this is Ashley. I hope I didn't wake you up." The voice said.
"No Ashley, I was up already." I lied.
"Are you alright darling you sound funny?"
"Yes, I mean no... I'm fine." I said using the night stand to prop myself against the bed.
"Well, I haven't heard from you in days and I was wondering if we were still on for tonight."
Now I remember, I thought to myself, moving the stiletto heel from under my knee. I don't have to be nice to Ashley. Not at all. Wasn't that what she was paying me for?
"Yes Ashley, you skuzzy old whore, we are on for tonight. What time is it now?" I demanded. Rubbing my aching knee. Fuck it hurt!
"It's three-thirty in the afternoon Michele dear." She stammered.
"Three thirty! You woke me up at three-thirty you silly cow?" I spewed. "And it's Mistress Star bitch." I sneered in my evilest voice. "I'm not going to tell you again."
"Yes of course Mistress Star, please forgive me. When may I send the cab over for you Miss?"
"Wow, she wants me to make decisions right now?" I said to myself a little too loud.
"What was that Miss?" Asked Ashley rich bitch.
I strained through the bright sun light to look at my alarm clock that I'd beat to death a minute ago, but still couldn't focus. I made a hazy mental note to get heavy drapes in my bedroom as soon as I could.
Okay, this had gone on long enough. "Eight thirty." I hissed in an angry tone and clicked the phone off.
I tossed the phone on the bed and managed to stand up. I took two steps and tripped over my other high heel, but managed to catch the wall before I could do a face plant. Goddamn heels! I know, I'll stick them in Ashley's ass or press them into her nipples. She will pay for my clumsiness!
I sat on the toilet after starting the shower in my tiny bathroom. From this vantage point I could see my entire studio apartment. What a mess! Clothes all over the floor. The sink full of dirty dishes. The coffee table covered in pizza boxes and empty wine bottles.
The small dining room table in the kitchen area serves as my office and believe it or not, I try to keep it clean. Especially, my small card file box where I keep my Trick Cards.
I'm not a slob mind you. Well, maybe a little. But between junior college four days a week and "entertaining," I'm hardly ever home. I guess I should count my blessings. At twenty one I have it pretty good. I don't have to work per-se and my mom pays most of my bills. Okay ya; I'm a rich bitch's kid. So what?
That's the deal. Mommy pays for my all my bills and I receive way too small an allowance that won't even pay for my booze needs. The only proviso is that I stay in college and maintain passing grades.
Hopping into the shower, I let the refreshing warm water run over my body. Soon I started to feel a little more human from last nights drinking binge. Plugging the shower drain I let the tub fill a few inches as I dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my naturally blonde hair. It was down to my shoulders now the way I like it.
Sitting on the edge of the tub I slathered orange shaving gel on my pussy and shaved it carefully. That's all I needed was to cut myself. I made sure to get those annoying stray hairs that are invariably around ones asshole.
I still have a couple of hours before the cab comes to take me to Ashley's house. So let me go over to the small fridge and pour a glass of wine and I'll tell you what's what.
Oh good, there's still a half a bottle of Mondalvi Chardonnay. I poured all of it into my large glass goblet. I took a big swig with four aspirin and a multi vitamin and pulled my card file box to me. There's not much in it, just four or five trick cards.
I'm sorry, my head still hurts. Let me start from the beginning. I'll try my best to make sense of it all.
I moved out from my parent's house a year ago to attend college. My mom and dad separated about two years ago. Mom doesn't work. She doesn't have to. She's never had to. My father is a senior analyst for a big oil company. He easily rakes in the high six figures besides owning a couple of apartment buildings.
Well, after years of fighting with mom, he'd had enough of her shit and moved in with his twenty three year old girl friend. The funny part is we went to the same high school together and I know her. What the hell, pops could use a hot little college slut to wreck his life and spend his money. What forty nine year old man wouldn't?
Anyway, mom has her four or five best friends over at least once a week to play bridge, get schnockered and bitch and moan about the piece of shit men that have made their well to do lives so shitty. Ya right. Nice big houses and loads of money. And no husbands to nag at. At least, they all had the sense to go elsewhere.
Mom's friends, at least her closest ones, were all of similar situations and social standing. After they got half potted, the talk invariably turned to sex. Or more specifically the lack there of.
I know for a fact Mom is bisexual. More than once on my way out I saw them watching lesbian porn videos and giggling amorously. I always tried to avoid the main living room when they were there, half way expecting to find one big wet middle age lesbian orgy going on, but it never happened. Then again who knows? Maybe. I knew they all got together in each others houses on other days of the week.
I used to think they were having lesbian sex somewhere on the sly, but I highly doubted it. Why you ask? Because if they did, they'd be bragging about it. That's all they ever did was drink and brag about everything and anything.
Getting out of there and into my apartment was the greatest thing since the vibrator. I know you're wondering about me after all this talk of girl love. And yes, I must admit to being bisexual too. I mean, that's the facts.
I've only been with men less than a half a dozen times altogether before I realized that they are all pigs. Always out for their nut.
My latest sexual encounters were with Dawn, a girl I'd met in college. A member of the swim team I'm on. She's just like me. Both spoiled rich kids with little interest in school other than partying and sex.
I just drool watching them getting in and out of their one piece swim suits two times a week. Admiring and lusting over their young voluptuous bodies...Well, I'm getting off topic. Sorry. The wine is starting to fix my hangover.
Where was I? Oh yes mom's friends. Well, one day while packing to move into my new apartment I overheard Ashley, one of Moms dearest friends, telling the other ladies in her slurred voice how horny she was. They laughed and joked. "Well Ash, why don't you slut up and hit the clubs?"Asked Hayley.
"Ya right Hayley, I have enough problems with the worthless men in my life as it is."Said Ashley disgustedly. "All they ever want is to blow their load and go back to their beer and television."
Funny, but I agreed and listened on. Like I just said, men are pigs... Only women can love women like they need it.
They all giggled and hooted in agreement. That's when Nikki spoke up. "Well Ash, why don't you hit the gay bars, there are several nice ones around here." This drew even louder oh's and ah's.
"And how would you know that Nikki? Have you turned lesbian on us sweetie?" Asked Kimberly. (My mom)
Mom and her friends were by no means undesirable. Far from it. Anyone of them could easily have any man they set their sights on.
Nikki didn't answer how she knew of the bars, but they were rather well known. Even to me.
Finally, Ashley asked aloud, "I do wonder about those escort services. They have men and women. And from what I read some will tailor your experience specifically to suit your needs."
"Well, I for one am through with men altogether." Said Hayley. This brought out even louder hoots of agreement.
Then Ashley said it. I remember her exact words. "I'd pay a small fortune for a young sexy woman to fuck me silly with no strings attached and then fade into the night."This brought out quieter expressions of agreement all around.
Well folks, that simple phrase, uttered among five very sexy, drunken cougars form the basis of this tale.
Over the next few months I settled into college and the routine. I liked my new digs, but I was bored. I mean mom paid all my bills ya, but I needed play money! And the measly $200 a month for expenses... well I went through that the first weekend. When I hit mom up for a bit of cash she just handed me a bag of groceries and told me I was a big girl now and needed to learn to be more responsible.
All I could think of was Ashley's words. "I'd pay a small fortune for a young sexy woman to fuck me silly with no strings attached and then fade into the night." when I closed my eyes to go to sleep those words echoed in my head. Then it hit me!
I've always had a kinky streak. Maybe, just maybe, it'd be worth a try. I started to make a plan. First I'd need her address and phone number. I'd been to Ashley's house as a kid but didn't know for sure where she lived. This was the easy part. I could get that info from mom's phone book; I knew where she kept it.
Making my initial approach was going to be the hard part. I just couldn't walk up to her door and say "Hi Ashley, nice to see you again and by the way I'll fuck you silly and fade into the night." Now could I?
I had classes the next two days. Friday I'd go pay dear old mom a visit.
Meanwhile, my plan developed piece by piece. I decided I'd dress a bit slutty, but wear a coat. Ashley did live in an upscale neighborhood and I sure didn't want to step out of my car dressed like a hooker. That would be a bad idea.
If I were to have a shot at this at all, discretion was a must. I needed to make an excuse, well a cover story, to get in and then somehow broach the subject. I was extremely nervous. This could easily blow up in my face.
I woke up Friday at a decent hour, around noon and drove my ratty Honda Civic up into the Hollywood hills. The windy drive brought me to the end of a cul-de-sac that overlooked the Hollywood sign. I parked in the driveway next to moms Mercedes. I waved to Simone, mom's grounds keeper, as I walked up to the huge house.
I didn't need to ring the bell obviously and used my key to enter the house. "Mom, I'm home." I shouted. Damn, she could be anywhere. Not in the kitchen. Not in her study, which was where she kept her phone book by the way. I didn't dare touch it until I knew where she was. I just had to get Ashley's info.
I finally found mom out on the rear patio. She was sitting in a chaise lounge reading one of her romance novels. I noted with amusement that she was reading one with a red cover. Those were the real steamy ones.
"Hi Mom. What cha doin'?" I said. Hugging her tightly.
"Oh hi 'Chele." Chimed mom as she put her book face down on the small table by her chair and turned to face me. "How are you darling? How's school?"
"I'm fine mom." I said sitting down on another of the comfy chairs. "School's good too."
"Well that's good darling, I was just relaxing with my book and enjoying the warm weather. It's finally nice enough now that all the rain's stopped."She said.
"Yes it is nice out today. Mom listen, I need to raid your fridge if that's okay with you. And maybe a bottle of wine or two." I cooed in my needy voice.
"Now 'Chele, aren't you drinking a lot these days?"
"Oh mom, knock it off." I laughed. "I've only had one bottle all week. How many have you had mommy dear?" We both chuckled at that.
"Alright, alright kiddo, I'll go down to the wine cellar and get you two bottles."
"Two bottles." I whined, "Come on mom be cool. That ain't gonna cut it."
"I said two Michele, take it or leave it. You need to start becoming more responsible now that you're out on your own."
I sighed heavily. I hated that spiel "Yes mom, so you've told me."
"Alright darling, now go get stared on your raid and I'll get the wine."
"Thanks mom. I love you."
"I love you too sweetie." She said as she stared toward the wine cellar. It was on the other side of the house and down in the converted basement. I knew it would take her at least five minutes. Now was my chance!
Once mom started for the wine cellar I dashed to her study. It was near the front door and always unlocked. When I got in the study I stood and stared. She used to have a rather large black ledger type address book. I was in horror at not seeing it. My plans were foiled before they could begin! No! This can't be happening. I looked in the top drawer and was horrified when it squeaked on its sliders. Not here either. Fuck me! I sat in her executive style leather chair and stared into space.
My time was almost up. This was terrible. It was then I realized with a chuckle that I was staring at a Rolodex. Must be new. And I saw through its clear plastic side that it contained dozens of cards. This had to be it! It just had to.
I pulled off the top sheet of her green sticky pad and grabbed a pen from the desk. I had already thought not to just write on her notepad for fear of her seeing the imprint from the top page. I put the page on my thigh and turned the Rolodex to face me. Being careful to remember its exact location.
I turned the knob until the A's were in front: Annie, Art Mart, Ashley. My heart leapt as I saw it. Ashley Thornton 2351 3rd St. 555-734-0021. Yes I've got it!!
My heart raced. I had wanted to get a few more of mom's friend's addresses who I felt might be receptive to my plan, but I was too scared now. I crammed the page in my pocket and started for the door.
I stopped in my tracks. Oh my god! The Rolodex. I ran back in and spun the knob and placed it where it was before my mission began. Fuck that was close. I almost blew it. I ran to the kitchen smacking my side into the corner of the counter. Owies that hurt. I was holding my side and cursing as mom walked in carrying three bottles of wine.
"Michele, what are you doing? Are you okay? I thought you were raiding groceries?
"I'm okay mom, I just ran into the corner of the counter. Here let me help you with those."
Oh thanks darling, I got you three bottles but make them last okay?"
"Yes, mother dear."
"Good. Now go out on the side of the house and get a card board box and we'll set you up with some groceries."
I did as she said and bid her farewell after a wholesome hug and a thank you. I hopped in my car and headed home. I was on top of the world. I still had a lot of thinking to do.
When I got home I could barely contain my enthusiasm. The money I might make suddenly meant nothing. It was the thrill of the hunt. Looking back I think it was because on some level being a Dominatrix and having women under my spell had a very strong allure to it. And I'll tell you dear readers, it still does!
I cracked one of the bottles of wine, changed into my fuzzy jammies and Garfield shirt and sipped on a full goblet of the wine, all the while staring at Ashley's address and phone number. I was puzzled as to how to proceed. This could very well end in disaster. Could I simply call her?
"Hi Ashley, this is Michele. Kimberly's daughter? I hear you wanna pay a hot young girl to fuck you real good? Wha'd ya say?"
Ya like that would work. I might as well tell her councilman husband too! No, it would have to be done in person. Perhaps an anonymous friend that was a domme? I sipped some more wine and a vague plan started to form. Oh this was going to be good! Still I was nervous as hell over the whole affair. More wine!
I decided to talk to Ashley like I needed advise on my sexual fantasies and what I should do about them. Yes. Just maybe I could pull this off. On my second bottle of wine I came up with an idea. Why not tailor make my clients sexual experiences especially for them. Wasn't that what mom's friends had said? I hear that's what the Dominions do! Yes, I needed to make a form of some sort. I hadn't even tried this once and was already making a business of it? Hell yes!! Cheers.
By the end of my second bottle I had the rough outline on my laptop of what I called a "Trick Card."At this point it was a fill in the blanks list containing their "play name." The second section was for their "Detailed Sex hikayeleri (http://porno-hikayeler.com/) Fantasy."
At the bottom of the page was my little blurb; "You have chosen to enlist the services of Mistress Star for your personalized adventure drama. You agree to provide the location and all the props and round trip transportation. As well as reasonable remuneration." The last part I would have to figure out. I mean what was reasonable? I hadn't a clue.
At the bottom of the form it went on; "Mistress Star agrees to preserve your privacy and ensure your satisfaction to the fullest. Please fill out your trick card in detail and email to MSTAR@***.com."
It sounded corny and needed refinement but it would do until I could make a better one. I printed a couple out and folded them up and put them in my purse. Tomorrow was Sunday and I intended to go see Ashley in person. I pulled out the small powerful vibrator from my purse and masturbated before going to bed. I pretended the vibe was Ashley's mouth. Sweet dreams!
When I woke it was ten in the morning and amazingly I didn't have a hangover. There was still one bottle of wine left and I downed a coffee cup full before hitting the shower. I'd decided to slut up a bit for my visit to Ashley's. I spent a half an hour painting my nails and putting on my makeup. "Not too much now 'Chelle." I said to myself. "Musn't look like a whore!"
I spritzed on a bit on Chanel </strong> and stepped into my leather mini skirt and zipped it up. No panties were the dress code of the day. I did have five inch open toe spiked stiletto heels. They were hard as hell to walk in but it made me feel more slutty. My black form fitting knit top with low cut neckline finished my ensemble.
Ok it was show time! I downed another cup of wine and brushed my teeth and popped a mint. I got in my car and headed out.
I knew where Ashley's street was, but hadn't been to her house in years. I slowed as I passed the mansions. Damn, there were million dollar houses here. There it is! 2351. I was here. I drove around the nearby corner to hide my car a bit and put on my mirrored shades.
As I walked to the huge house I was nervous as hell. I was also extremely excited. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Walking up to the front double door my hand was trembling as I pressed the door bell. I waited a couple of minutes but no one came. I pressed the button again. I was just about to give up and had started to turn around when the door opened.
It was her. "Hi Ashley, remember me?" I asked. My voice shaking. She was wearing a solid red one piece swim suit that showed her amble breasts and long tanned legs. I couldn't help but stare.
"Michele. Oh my god. Of course I remember you sweetie. Please, come in. I haven't seen you in ages is everything ok?"Ashley said looking quite puzzled.
"Yes Ashley, Everything's fine. I'm sorry to bother you; I guess I should have called first, but..."
"Nonsense darling, please come in." Said Ashley, as she hugged me tightly. I let the hug linger as long as I could and lightly kissed her on the cheek. "You're always welcome here Michele. It's so nice to see you again. We never do seem to meet when I visit your mom's."
I followed her in to the living room where she motioned to the couch. "Can I get you a drink 'Chele?"She asked as I at down on the edge of the couch.
"Oh that would be nice Ashley, thank you. A spritzer would be terrific." I said.
"Coming up darling back in a sec. Make yourself at home."
I felt like running to my car I was so nervous. But I was committed to this now. Better go with it. I can do this!
When Ashley came back she was carrying two drinks and stood before me and handed me mine. I was staring at her tits and not looking at her face. I'm sure she noticed, but didn't say anything. So far so good.
She sat beside me on the couch facing me. Our knees almost touching, she looked worried. "So Ashley, how have you been sweetie?" I asked demurely.
Setting her drink down on the coffee table, and put her hand on my knee. "Michele, what's wrong? Is it your mother? What's happened? Is she in the hospital? I..."
I put my hand atop of hers and smiled. "Oh heavens no Ashley, nothing like that. Mom is fine. I'm fine too."
"I don't understand then dear..."
I cut her off and finished her sentence for her. "...why I came here?"
"I didn't mean it like that 'Chele." She said, moving her hand from my knee to retrieve her drink. "You're always welcome here darling. Do you need help of some sort?"
I started to fidget. "Well Ashley...
"Please 'Chele, call me Ash okay?" She said smiling and sipping her drink.
"Thank you Ash. Well I need your advice. That's why I came here."
"Well I don't know how much help I could possibly be to a beautiful young college woman." I saw her gaze drift to my breasts. I know I did. And she said "beautiful young lady" too!
"Ash, this isn't something I can talk to mom about. It's really embarrassing and I... Well..." I sipped my drink and put on my best innocent look.
Ash put her hand back on my knee but this time slightly higher up, which made me tingle, you know where.
"Oh come on 'Chele, now don't be embarrassed, just say it sweetie?"
I scooted closer to her so our bare thighs were touching and held the hand that was on my knee. "Ash, this has to stay just between us. If mom found out..."
"Michele, you have my word darling. Now just say what you have to say." She said a bit impatiently.
I took a long swig of my drink and took a deep breath. I released her hand and put mine in my lap. Ok here goes...wish me luck folks
"Well Ash, as you probably know I'm bisexual, and...
"I didn't know you were bi 'Chele, there's certainly nothing wrong with that, I'm bi too." Ashley said blushing noticeably.
This is working so far I thought as I went on. "Well you see Ash; I have a friend that's a budding dominatrix. And well, she wants to start tailoring her friend's sexual fantasies to make them come true."Mrs. Jones, our psychology professor says it's healthy to pursue our fantasies."
"Well I certainly agree with that 'Chele."
Ashley looked over the top of her reading glasses at me, ya know, the way older women do? She asked me in a more serious tone; "Michelle, do I know this friend of yours?"
I ignored her question and gave a small giggle and Ashley looked at me puzzled.
"Here Ash, let me show you something." I said reaching into my purse for the envelope containing the trick cards. I handed it to her and she opened it up and started to read the page.
I sipped my drink as she scanned the page. When she finished she looked up at me. "Mistress Star? Kinda corny isn't it?" Said Ashley with a giggle. And making a funny face.
"Corny?" I said a little too loudly. "Well shit, it was the coolest name I could think of."
I knew I fucked up before I finished the sentence. No fucking way! Great move Michelle. You idiot!
Ashley sat bolt upright and looked me right in the eye. I was suddenly extremely self conscious. "The coolest name YOU could think of? Michele, what do you think you're up to?"
I was dumbfounded. I just froze. My perfect plan was over and I was exposed! I started to cry. All I could think of was to get out of there. And that's what I did. I ran out the door and across the street and got into my car, almost falling a couple of times.
I heard Ashley yelling my name but didn't turn around. I drove straight home, guzzled my last half bottle of wine, and laid on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up I was a mess. What had I done? It was 5PM Sunday and I didn't have much to do for school Monday. I decided to spend my last $20 on a bottle of rum. A good buzz always made life a bit less gloomy. I was pretty sure Ashley wouldn't rat me out to mom. At least I hoped not. To the store!
Returning with my rum I poured a healthy bit into a large glass with some Coke and ice, and sat down on my ratty couch and fired up my lap top. I still had a bit of homework to do for tomorrow. Sigh. Better get to it.
I finished my drink as I completed my dull homework and decided to click on my email. Nothing but spam. As an after thought I logged on to my mstar account. I knew there wouldn't be anything there. Mainly I wanted to see if I remembered the password.
When I logged on I stared in a daze. I was frozen. I had an email. Or rather MSTAR did. And it was from Ashley!! Oh no. No no no.
"I'm screwed now." I said to myself as I went into my tiny fridge to make another drink. I sat in front of the laptop and hesitated. Might as well get it over with. All the sooner for damage control when she tells mom.
My mouth fell open as I clicked on the message. At the bottom was my Trick Card all filled out with a message topping the page.
"Dear Mistress Star: So nice to make your acquaintance. I am VERY interested in having my own personalized adventure drama with you. I have filled out the trick card as you instructed and agree to all your terms. The props I shall purchase during the coming week. I'd like to do this on the up coming weekend. At night would be preferable. Please let me know which evening would be best for you so I can arrange for transportation. Will $500 be enough? Again please let me know. Looking forward to seeing you again."
$500?! Oh my god. Ashley was serious. I could hardly believe it. I was thinking $200 tops. But this was mind boggling. For less that you could have people killed. What the hell would I have to do for that much money? It didn't seem possible. I leaned back and sipped my drink.
I read on: "My fantasy is pretty simple Mistress Star. I just want to be treated like a cheap whore: Ordered to strip for you. My face slapped if I act up, and I'm sure I will. Make me masturbate for you while you call me names. I want to be forced to suck your big strap on cock, making it nice and wet, while you berate me, slap me some more, and tell me what a whore I am.
"Then I request that you to fuck me silly and as hard as you can. I shall also provide a riding crop for your use. Please forgive me if this is not suitable as I am new to this. I humbly await your reply. PS. Thank you for ensuring my privacy. I shall of course do the same. Thank you Mistress Star....Your slave Wanda."
I'll be damned! This was just too easy. $500 for that? She didn't even want to do me? I'd thought through many scenarios that a Domme might do to a willing slave for months now. I even played as an online Mistress for a while. I bet I could do any fucking thing I wanted to her. But for all that money I'd do exactly as she requested and nothing more. After all this was my first gig and I sure didn't want to blow it. I didn't want to seem too eager either. I'd wait a day or two before replying. Besides, I had classes tomorrow and a stressful week to boot. I finished my drink and went to bed.
I was only asleep maybe two hours when I woke up from a dream. I don't remember what it was, but all I could think of was the message from Ashley. There was just no way I could wait, even 'till the morning to reply. So I got up and booted up my lap top.
"Dearest Wanda. Message received. I will see my whore this Friday at 7PM. Please arrange transportation. I added my address and hit send and went back to bed.
The week passes rather quickly. Doing my homework was the biggest bore. I hated it. On Thursday I had swim class and I invited Dawn over for drinks. I didn't dare tell her of my up coming rendezvous with Ashley. As much as I wanted to, I thought it a bad idea. No one must know. Not even her.
We pretty much just get drunk and have vanilla sex. Ya know? Just some oral sex and making each other cum a few times then passing out in my bed and holding each other. I didn't consider our relationship to be one of love. It was mostly just a good release. I'm pretty sure Dawn felt the same way. But still, it was nice to have someone to cuddle with.
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The alarm wouldn't stop ringing. In my waking stupor I though it was the alarm. Well maybe not. I reached over and swatted the snooze button on the clock, but the noise didn't stop.
Oh hell. The sun was out and it was way too friggin' bright in my bedroom for this crap to be happening.
My headache was with me full force as I rolled to the other side of my bed and fumbled for the cordless phone. And of course, it fell on the floor.
Almost comically as I reached to the floor for the damn noise maker, I fell out of bed and landed atop my stiletto heels. At least I hadn't been stabbed to death, I thought as I groaned and cursed aloud.
I was pissed now and on a mission. That better fucking be publishers clearing house calling me, I thought, as I finally grabbed the cordless electronic demon of slumber.
Finally pressing the talk button, I realized how amusing this whole affair had become. "Hello." I mumbled. Surprised at how much my own voice made my hangover rear its ugly head.
"Michele? Michele? Hello?"
"Yes, this is me who's this?" I asked, still in a dense fog.
"Michele darling this is Ashley. I hope I didn't wake you up." The voice said.
"No Ashley, I was up already." I lied.
"Are you alright darling you sound funny?"
"Yes, I mean no... I'm fine." I said using the night stand to prop myself against the bed.
"Well, I haven't heard from you in days and I was wondering if we were still on for tonight."
Now I remember, I thought to myself, moving the stiletto heel from under my knee. I don't have to be nice to Ashley. Not at all. Wasn't that what she was paying me for?
"Yes Ashley, you skuzzy old whore, we are on for tonight. What time is it now?" I demanded. Rubbing my aching knee. Fuck it hurt!
"It's three-thirty in the afternoon Michele dear." She stammered.
"Three thirty! You woke me up at three-thirty you silly cow?" I spewed. "And it's Mistress Star bitch." I sneered in my evilest voice. "I'm not going to tell you again."
"Yes of course Mistress Star, please forgive me. When may I send the cab over for you Miss?"
"Wow, she wants me to make decisions right now?" I said to myself a little too loud.
"What was that Miss?" Asked Ashley rich bitch.
I strained through the bright sun light to look at my alarm clock that I'd beat to death a minute ago, but still couldn't focus. I made a hazy mental note to get heavy drapes in my bedroom as soon as I could.
Okay, this had gone on long enough. "Eight thirty." I hissed in an angry tone and clicked the phone off.
I tossed the phone on the bed and managed to stand up. I took two steps and tripped over my other high heel, but managed to catch the wall before I could do a face plant. Goddamn heels! I know, I'll stick them in Ashley's ass or press them into her nipples. She will pay for my clumsiness!
I sat on the toilet after starting the shower in my tiny bathroom. From this vantage point I could see my entire studio apartment. What a mess! Clothes all over the floor. The sink full of dirty dishes. The coffee table covered in pizza boxes and empty wine bottles.
The small dining room table in the kitchen area serves as my office and believe it or not, I try to keep it clean. Especially, my small card file box where I keep my Trick Cards.
I'm not a slob mind you. Well, maybe a little. But between junior college four days a week and "entertaining," I'm hardly ever home. I guess I should count my blessings. At twenty one I have it pretty good. I don't have to work per-se and my mom pays most of my bills. Okay ya; I'm a rich bitch's kid. So what?
That's the deal. Mommy pays for my all my bills and I receive way too small an allowance that won't even pay for my booze needs. The only proviso is that I stay in college and maintain passing grades.
Hopping into the shower, I let the refreshing warm water run over my body. Soon I started to feel a little more human from last nights drinking binge. Plugging the shower drain I let the tub fill a few inches as I dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my naturally blonde hair. It was down to my shoulders now the way I like it.
Sitting on the edge of the tub I slathered orange shaving gel on my pussy and shaved it carefully. That's all I needed was to cut myself. I made sure to get those annoying stray hairs that are invariably around ones asshole.
I still have a couple of hours before the cab comes to take me to Ashley's house. So let me go over to the small fridge and pour a glass of wine and I'll tell you what's what.
Oh good, there's still a half a bottle of Mondalvi Chardonnay. I poured all of it into my large glass goblet. I took a big swig with four aspirin and a multi vitamin and pulled my card file box to me. There's not much in it, just four or five trick cards.
I'm sorry, my head still hurts. Let me start from the beginning. I'll try my best to make sense of it all.
I moved out from my parent's house a year ago to attend college. My mom and dad separated about two years ago. Mom doesn't work. She doesn't have to. She's never had to. My father is a senior analyst for a big oil company. He easily rakes in the high six figures besides owning a couple of apartment buildings.
Well, after years of fighting with mom, he'd had enough of her shit and moved in with his twenty three year old girl friend. The funny part is we went to the same high school together and I know her. What the hell, pops could use a hot little college slut to wreck his life and spend his money. What forty nine year old man wouldn't?
Anyway, mom has her four or five best friends over at least once a week to play bridge, get schnockered and bitch and moan about the piece of shit men that have made their well to do lives so shitty. Ya right. Nice big houses and loads of money. And no husbands to nag at. At least, they all had the sense to go elsewhere.
Mom's friends, at least her closest ones, were all of similar situations and social standing. After they got half potted, the talk invariably turned to sex. Or more specifically the lack there of.
I know for a fact Mom is bisexual. More than once on my way out I saw them watching lesbian porn videos and giggling amorously. I always tried to avoid the main living room when they were there, half way expecting to find one big wet middle age lesbian orgy going on, but it never happened. Then again who knows? Maybe. I knew they all got together in each others houses on other days of the week.
I used to think they were having lesbian sex somewhere on the sly, but I highly doubted it. Why you ask? Because if they did, they'd be bragging about it. That's all they ever did was drink and brag about everything and anything.
Getting out of there and into my apartment was the greatest thing since the vibrator. I know you're wondering about me after all this talk of girl love. And yes, I must admit to being bisexual too. I mean, that's the facts.
I've only been with men less than a half a dozen times altogether before I realized that they are all pigs. Always out for their nut.
My latest sexual encounters were with Dawn, a girl I'd met in college. A member of the swim team I'm on. She's just like me. Both spoiled rich kids with little interest in school other than partying and sex.
I just drool watching them getting in and out of their one piece swim suits two times a week. Admiring and lusting over their young voluptuous bodies...Well, I'm getting off topic. Sorry. The wine is starting to fix my hangover.
Where was I? Oh yes mom's friends. Well, one day while packing to move into my new apartment I overheard Ashley, one of Moms dearest friends, telling the other ladies in her slurred voice how horny she was. They laughed and joked. "Well Ash, why don't you slut up and hit the clubs?"Asked Hayley.
"Ya right Hayley, I have enough problems with the worthless men in my life as it is."Said Ashley disgustedly. "All they ever want is to blow their load and go back to their beer and television."
Funny, but I agreed and listened on. Like I just said, men are pigs... Only women can love women like they need it.
They all giggled and hooted in agreement. That's when Nikki spoke up. "Well Ash, why don't you hit the gay bars, there are several nice ones around here." This drew even louder oh's and ah's.
"And how would you know that Nikki? Have you turned lesbian on us sweetie?" Asked Kimberly. (My mom)
Mom and her friends were by no means undesirable. Far from it. Anyone of them could easily have any man they set their sights on.
Nikki didn't answer how she knew of the bars, but they were rather well known. Even to me.
Finally, Ashley asked aloud, "I do wonder about those escort services. They have men and women. And from what I read some will tailor your experience specifically to suit your needs."
"Well, I for one am through with men altogether." Said Hayley. This brought out even louder hoots of agreement.
Then Ashley said it. I remember her exact words. "I'd pay a small fortune for a young sexy woman to fuck me silly with no strings attached and then fade into the night."This brought out quieter expressions of agreement all around.
Well folks, that simple phrase, uttered among five very sexy, drunken cougars form the basis of this tale.
Over the next few months I settled into college and the routine. I liked my new digs, but I was bored. I mean mom paid all my bills ya, but I needed play money! And the measly $200 a month for expenses... well I went through that the first weekend. When I hit mom up for a bit of cash she just handed me a bag of groceries and told me I was a big girl now and needed to learn to be more responsible.
All I could think of was Ashley's words. "I'd pay a small fortune for a young sexy woman to fuck me silly with no strings attached and then fade into the night." when I closed my eyes to go to sleep those words echoed in my head. Then it hit me!
I've always had a kinky streak. Maybe, just maybe, it'd be worth a try. I started to make a plan. First I'd need her address and phone number. I'd been to Ashley's house as a kid but didn't know for sure where she lived. This was the easy part. I could get that info from mom's phone book; I knew where she kept it.
Making my initial approach was going to be the hard part. I just couldn't walk up to her door and say "Hi Ashley, nice to see you again and by the way I'll fuck you silly and fade into the night." Now could I?
I had classes the next two days. Friday I'd go pay dear old mom a visit.
Meanwhile, my plan developed piece by piece. I decided I'd dress a bit slutty, but wear a coat. Ashley did live in an upscale neighborhood and I sure didn't want to step out of my car dressed like a hooker. That would be a bad idea.
If I were to have a shot at this at all, discretion was a must. I needed to make an excuse, well a cover story, to get in and then somehow broach the subject. I was extremely nervous. This could easily blow up in my face.
I woke up Friday at a decent hour, around noon and drove my ratty Honda Civic up into the Hollywood hills. The windy drive brought me to the end of a cul-de-sac that overlooked the Hollywood sign. I parked in the driveway next to moms Mercedes. I waved to Simone, mom's grounds keeper, as I walked up to the huge house.
I didn't need to ring the bell obviously and used my key to enter the house. "Mom, I'm home." I shouted. Damn, she could be anywhere. Not in the kitchen. Not in her study, which was where she kept her phone book by the way. I didn't dare touch it until I knew where she was. I just had to get Ashley's info.
I finally found mom out on the rear patio. She was sitting in a chaise lounge reading one of her romance novels. I noted with amusement that she was reading one with a red cover. Those were the real steamy ones.
"Hi Mom. What cha doin'?" I said. Hugging her tightly.
"Oh hi 'Chele." Chimed mom as she put her book face down on the small table by her chair and turned to face me. "How are you darling? How's school?"
"I'm fine mom." I said sitting down on another of the comfy chairs. "School's good too."
"Well that's good darling, I was just relaxing with my book and enjoying the warm weather. It's finally nice enough now that all the rain's stopped."She said.
"Yes it is nice out today. Mom listen, I need to raid your fridge if that's okay with you. And maybe a bottle of wine or two." I cooed in my needy voice.
"Now 'Chele, aren't you drinking a lot these days?"
"Oh mom, knock it off." I laughed. "I've only had one bottle all week. How many have you had mommy dear?" We both chuckled at that.
"Alright, alright kiddo, I'll go down to the wine cellar and get you two bottles."
"Two bottles." I whined, "Come on mom be cool. That ain't gonna cut it."
"I said two Michele, take it or leave it. You need to start becoming more responsible now that you're out on your own."
I sighed heavily. I hated that spiel "Yes mom, so you've told me."
"Alright darling, now go get stared on your raid and I'll get the wine."
"Thanks mom. I love you."
"I love you too sweetie." She said as she stared toward the wine cellar. It was on the other side of the house and down in the converted basement. I knew it would take her at least five minutes. Now was my chance!
Once mom started for the wine cellar I dashed to her study. It was near the front door and always unlocked. When I got in the study I stood and stared. She used to have a rather large black ledger type address book. I was in horror at not seeing it. My plans were foiled before they could begin! No! This can't be happening. I looked in the top drawer and was horrified when it squeaked on its sliders. Not here either. Fuck me! I sat in her executive style leather chair and stared into space.
My time was almost up. This was terrible. It was then I realized with a chuckle that I was staring at a Rolodex. Must be new. And I saw through its clear plastic side that it contained dozens of cards. This had to be it! It just had to.
I pulled off the top sheet of her green sticky pad and grabbed a pen from the desk. I had already thought not to just write on her notepad for fear of her seeing the imprint from the top page. I put the page on my thigh and turned the Rolodex to face me. Being careful to remember its exact location.
I turned the knob until the A's were in front: Annie, Art Mart, Ashley. My heart leapt as I saw it. Ashley Thornton 2351 3rd St. 555-734-0021. Yes I've got it!!
My heart raced. I had wanted to get a few more of mom's friend's addresses who I felt might be receptive to my plan, but I was too scared now. I crammed the page in my pocket and started for the door.
I stopped in my tracks. Oh my god! The Rolodex. I ran back in and spun the knob and placed it where it was before my mission began. Fuck that was close. I almost blew it. I ran to the kitchen smacking my side into the corner of the counter. Owies that hurt. I was holding my side and cursing as mom walked in carrying three bottles of wine.
"Michele, what are you doing? Are you okay? I thought you were raiding groceries?
"I'm okay mom, I just ran into the corner of the counter. Here let me help you with those."
Oh thanks darling, I got you three bottles but make them last okay?"
"Yes, mother dear."
"Good. Now go out on the side of the house and get a card board box and we'll set you up with some groceries."
I did as she said and bid her farewell after a wholesome hug and a thank you. I hopped in my car and headed home. I was on top of the world. I still had a lot of thinking to do.
When I got home I could barely contain my enthusiasm. The money I might make suddenly meant nothing. It was the thrill of the hunt. Looking back I think it was because on some level being a Dominatrix and having women under my spell had a very strong allure to it. And I'll tell you dear readers, it still does!
I cracked one of the bottles of wine, changed into my fuzzy jammies and Garfield shirt and sipped on a full goblet of the wine, all the while staring at Ashley's address and phone number. I was puzzled as to how to proceed. This could very well end in disaster. Could I simply call her?
"Hi Ashley, this is Michele. Kimberly's daughter? I hear you wanna pay a hot young girl to fuck you real good? Wha'd ya say?"
Ya like that would work. I might as well tell her councilman husband too! No, it would have to be done in person. Perhaps an anonymous friend that was a domme? I sipped some more wine and a vague plan started to form. Oh this was going to be good! Still I was nervous as hell over the whole affair. More wine!
I decided to talk to Ashley like I needed advise on my sexual fantasies and what I should do about them. Yes. Just maybe I could pull this off. On my second bottle of wine I came up with an idea. Why not tailor make my clients sexual experiences especially for them. Wasn't that what mom's friends had said? I hear that's what the Dominions do! Yes, I needed to make a form of some sort. I hadn't even tried this once and was already making a business of it? Hell yes!! Cheers.
By the end of my second bottle I had the rough outline on my laptop of what I called a "Trick Card."At this point it was a fill in the blanks list containing their "play name." The second section was for their "Detailed Sex hikayeleri (http://porno-hikayeler.com/) Fantasy."
At the bottom of the page was my little blurb; "You have chosen to enlist the services of Mistress Star for your personalized adventure drama. You agree to provide the location and all the props and round trip transportation. As well as reasonable remuneration." The last part I would have to figure out. I mean what was reasonable? I hadn't a clue.
At the bottom of the form it went on; "Mistress Star agrees to preserve your privacy and ensure your satisfaction to the fullest. Please fill out your trick card in detail and email to MSTAR@***.com."
It sounded corny and needed refinement but it would do until I could make a better one. I printed a couple out and folded them up and put them in my purse. Tomorrow was Sunday and I intended to go see Ashley in person. I pulled out the small powerful vibrator from my purse and masturbated before going to bed. I pretended the vibe was Ashley's mouth. Sweet dreams!
When I woke it was ten in the morning and amazingly I didn't have a hangover. There was still one bottle of wine left and I downed a coffee cup full before hitting the shower. I'd decided to slut up a bit for my visit to Ashley's. I spent a half an hour painting my nails and putting on my makeup. "Not too much now 'Chelle." I said to myself. "Musn't look like a whore!"
I spritzed on a bit on Chanel </strong> and stepped into my leather mini skirt and zipped it up. No panties were the dress code of the day. I did have five inch open toe spiked stiletto heels. They were hard as hell to walk in but it made me feel more slutty. My black form fitting knit top with low cut neckline finished my ensemble.
Ok it was show time! I downed another cup of wine and brushed my teeth and popped a mint. I got in my car and headed out.
I knew where Ashley's street was, but hadn't been to her house in years. I slowed as I passed the mansions. Damn, there were million dollar houses here. There it is! 2351. I was here. I drove around the nearby corner to hide my car a bit and put on my mirrored shades.
As I walked to the huge house I was nervous as hell. I was also extremely excited. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Walking up to the front double door my hand was trembling as I pressed the door bell. I waited a couple of minutes but no one came. I pressed the button again. I was just about to give up and had started to turn around when the door opened.
It was her. "Hi Ashley, remember me?" I asked. My voice shaking. She was wearing a solid red one piece swim suit that showed her amble breasts and long tanned legs. I couldn't help but stare.
"Michele. Oh my god. Of course I remember you sweetie. Please, come in. I haven't seen you in ages is everything ok?"Ashley said looking quite puzzled.
"Yes Ashley, Everything's fine. I'm sorry to bother you; I guess I should have called first, but..."
"Nonsense darling, please come in." Said Ashley, as she hugged me tightly. I let the hug linger as long as I could and lightly kissed her on the cheek. "You're always welcome here Michele. It's so nice to see you again. We never do seem to meet when I visit your mom's."
I followed her in to the living room where she motioned to the couch. "Can I get you a drink 'Chele?"She asked as I at down on the edge of the couch.
"Oh that would be nice Ashley, thank you. A spritzer would be terrific." I said.
"Coming up darling back in a sec. Make yourself at home."
I felt like running to my car I was so nervous. But I was committed to this now. Better go with it. I can do this!
When Ashley came back she was carrying two drinks and stood before me and handed me mine. I was staring at her tits and not looking at her face. I'm sure she noticed, but didn't say anything. So far so good.
She sat beside me on the couch facing me. Our knees almost touching, she looked worried. "So Ashley, how have you been sweetie?" I asked demurely.
Setting her drink down on the coffee table, and put her hand on my knee. "Michele, what's wrong? Is it your mother? What's happened? Is she in the hospital? I..."
I put my hand atop of hers and smiled. "Oh heavens no Ashley, nothing like that. Mom is fine. I'm fine too."
"I don't understand then dear..."
I cut her off and finished her sentence for her. "...why I came here?"
"I didn't mean it like that 'Chele." She said, moving her hand from my knee to retrieve her drink. "You're always welcome here darling. Do you need help of some sort?"
I started to fidget. "Well Ashley...
"Please 'Chele, call me Ash okay?" She said smiling and sipping her drink.
"Thank you Ash. Well I need your advice. That's why I came here."
"Well I don't know how much help I could possibly be to a beautiful young college woman." I saw her gaze drift to my breasts. I know I did. And she said "beautiful young lady" too!
"Ash, this isn't something I can talk to mom about. It's really embarrassing and I... Well..." I sipped my drink and put on my best innocent look.
Ash put her hand back on my knee but this time slightly higher up, which made me tingle, you know where.
"Oh come on 'Chele, now don't be embarrassed, just say it sweetie?"
I scooted closer to her so our bare thighs were touching and held the hand that was on my knee. "Ash, this has to stay just between us. If mom found out..."
"Michele, you have my word darling. Now just say what you have to say." She said a bit impatiently.
I took a long swig of my drink and took a deep breath. I released her hand and put mine in my lap. Ok here goes...wish me luck folks
"Well Ash, as you probably know I'm bisexual, and...
"I didn't know you were bi 'Chele, there's certainly nothing wrong with that, I'm bi too." Ashley said blushing noticeably.
This is working so far I thought as I went on. "Well you see Ash; I have a friend that's a budding dominatrix. And well, she wants to start tailoring her friend's sexual fantasies to make them come true."Mrs. Jones, our psychology professor says it's healthy to pursue our fantasies."
"Well I certainly agree with that 'Chele."
Ashley looked over the top of her reading glasses at me, ya know, the way older women do? She asked me in a more serious tone; "Michelle, do I know this friend of yours?"
I ignored her question and gave a small giggle and Ashley looked at me puzzled.
"Here Ash, let me show you something." I said reaching into my purse for the envelope containing the trick cards. I handed it to her and she opened it up and started to read the page.
I sipped my drink as she scanned the page. When she finished she looked up at me. "Mistress Star? Kinda corny isn't it?" Said Ashley with a giggle. And making a funny face.
"Corny?" I said a little too loudly. "Well shit, it was the coolest name I could think of."
I knew I fucked up before I finished the sentence. No fucking way! Great move Michelle. You idiot!
Ashley sat bolt upright and looked me right in the eye. I was suddenly extremely self conscious. "The coolest name YOU could think of? Michele, what do you think you're up to?"
I was dumbfounded. I just froze. My perfect plan was over and I was exposed! I started to cry. All I could think of was to get out of there. And that's what I did. I ran out the door and across the street and got into my car, almost falling a couple of times.
I heard Ashley yelling my name but didn't turn around. I drove straight home, guzzled my last half bottle of wine, and laid on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up I was a mess. What had I done? It was 5PM Sunday and I didn't have much to do for school Monday. I decided to spend my last $20 on a bottle of rum. A good buzz always made life a bit less gloomy. I was pretty sure Ashley wouldn't rat me out to mom. At least I hoped not. To the store!
Returning with my rum I poured a healthy bit into a large glass with some Coke and ice, and sat down on my ratty couch and fired up my lap top. I still had a bit of homework to do for tomorrow. Sigh. Better get to it.
I finished my drink as I completed my dull homework and decided to click on my email. Nothing but spam. As an after thought I logged on to my mstar account. I knew there wouldn't be anything there. Mainly I wanted to see if I remembered the password.
When I logged on I stared in a daze. I was frozen. I had an email. Or rather MSTAR did. And it was from Ashley!! Oh no. No no no.
"I'm screwed now." I said to myself as I went into my tiny fridge to make another drink. I sat in front of the laptop and hesitated. Might as well get it over with. All the sooner for damage control when she tells mom.
My mouth fell open as I clicked on the message. At the bottom was my Trick Card all filled out with a message topping the page.
"Dear Mistress Star: So nice to make your acquaintance. I am VERY interested in having my own personalized adventure drama with you. I have filled out the trick card as you instructed and agree to all your terms. The props I shall purchase during the coming week. I'd like to do this on the up coming weekend. At night would be preferable. Please let me know which evening would be best for you so I can arrange for transportation. Will $500 be enough? Again please let me know. Looking forward to seeing you again."
$500?! Oh my god. Ashley was serious. I could hardly believe it. I was thinking $200 tops. But this was mind boggling. For less that you could have people killed. What the hell would I have to do for that much money? It didn't seem possible. I leaned back and sipped my drink.
I read on: "My fantasy is pretty simple Mistress Star. I just want to be treated like a cheap whore: Ordered to strip for you. My face slapped if I act up, and I'm sure I will. Make me masturbate for you while you call me names. I want to be forced to suck your big strap on cock, making it nice and wet, while you berate me, slap me some more, and tell me what a whore I am.
"Then I request that you to fuck me silly and as hard as you can. I shall also provide a riding crop for your use. Please forgive me if this is not suitable as I am new to this. I humbly await your reply. PS. Thank you for ensuring my privacy. I shall of course do the same. Thank you Mistress Star....Your slave Wanda."
I'll be damned! This was just too easy. $500 for that? She didn't even want to do me? I'd thought through many scenarios that a Domme might do to a willing slave for months now. I even played as an online Mistress for a while. I bet I could do any fucking thing I wanted to her. But for all that money I'd do exactly as she requested and nothing more. After all this was my first gig and I sure didn't want to blow it. I didn't want to seem too eager either. I'd wait a day or two before replying. Besides, I had classes tomorrow and a stressful week to boot. I finished my drink and went to bed.
I was only asleep maybe two hours when I woke up from a dream. I don't remember what it was, but all I could think of was the message from Ashley. There was just no way I could wait, even 'till the morning to reply. So I got up and booted up my lap top.
"Dearest Wanda. Message received. I will see my whore this Friday at 7PM. Please arrange transportation. I added my address and hit send and went back to bed.
The week passes rather quickly. Doing my homework was the biggest bore. I hated it. On Thursday I had swim class and I invited Dawn over for drinks. I didn't dare tell her of my up coming rendezvous with Ashley. As much as I wanted to, I thought it a bad idea. No one must know. Not even her.
We pretty much just get drunk and have vanilla sex. Ya know? Just some oral sex and making each other cum a few times then passing out in my bed and holding each other. I didn't consider our relationship to be one of love. It was mostly just a good release. I'm pretty sure Dawn felt the same way. But still, it was nice to have someone to cuddle with.
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