Green

"My name is Jenny Chang and I want to be the next recipient of the Clean Earth Initiative Grant because I am bright, eager and, above all, passionate about saving the environment!  I will bring a youthful energy and fresh face with fresh ideas to this year's program!  If you select me as this year's grant winner I will do everything in my power to ensure that the world is left a better place for our children and for generations to come!  Thank you!"

August 22nd:
That's the last part of the essay that I wrote to apply for the Greenman Corporation $100,000 Grant Contest.  It was pretty hard putting together all of my ideas, but I must have done something right because now I'm a finalist with two other people for the grant.  All we had to do was write an essay explaining how we would make the world a better place with the money and we would have a shot at it.  If I win, I'm going to help bring clean drinking water to kids in Africa.  Everyone deserves to have a chance at having clean water to drink!  Now I just have to get through the interview portion of this and I'll be able to carry out my ideas!  Only two other people stand in my way, so I have to be on top of my game!

*****

"I read that Jenny girl's essay along with the other guy, Eric, who applied.  Eric's essay was pretty intimidating and I'm a bit nervous to go up against him, but that girl Jenny... How the hell did she get picked?  She had more exclamation points in her essay than she had facts and ideas.  I swear she must have been sleeping with the whole damn grant committee to have been picked.  I saw her picture and she just looks like one of those girls who gets everything handed to her because she's so fucking cute.  Total bullshit."

August 30th:
I didn't say anything on my LiveJournal account that I regret saying.  It's true.  So maybe she isn't sleeping with anyone on the board, but I can't really see any other logical explanation for it.  Maybe her parents work with someone there.  Maybe her dad saved one of them in a war or something.  But she sure as hell didn't get in on her own merits.  That essay was garbage.  I was reading it with a really nice guy, Dwayne, from my environmental chem class and he agreed with me that she probably just got it because she is cute.  According to her profile online, she's "Frasian."  (Her mom is Japanese and her dad is French.)  How am I supposed to compete with that?  She has crystal blue eyes and looks like a Japanese supermodel

I'm not saying that I'm unattractive, but I am far more virtuous than she is.  I have been working my ass off to get where I am today.  My father didn't want me to go to college.  He wanted me to follow through with some arranged marriage that he had tried to set up for me many years ago.  He wanted me to move back to India with some strange man that barely spoke English and become a housewife and give him grandchildren.  When I refused, he disowned me and I moved out.  My mother still tries to help me out every now and then, but I've essentially worked my way through college myself.  I haven't had time for sororities or boyfriends or anything of that nature.  So it irritated me to no end when I saw that this girl got accepted as a finalist for something that there are already so many people working on already.

My idea is much more revolutionary.  I am so close to completing my research on isolating a strain of bacteria that will make otherwise useless desert areas capable of supporting the growth of produce with limited amounts of water.  We would be able to grow food virtually anywhere.  It's going to be my legacy, but to make it happen sooner than later I need the proper funding.  I am confident that I can win this grant, but this bitch is trying to ruin me.

I have never once been with a man and this childish girl couldn't handle what I posted online, so she doctored a photo of my face (rather seamlessly I might add) to the body of some whore in a pornographic movie picture who is bent over by some man while she has the parts of another man in her hand and wrote "Navi Bhatt takes it where she can get it from Greenman Corp!" on it.  She posted it all over the internet "anonymously" and several people have seen it.  My own mother even called me crying and a representative from the Greenman Corporation even called me to ask if there was any truth to the photo.  I have been shamed and disrespected and that bitch is going to get a taste of her own medicine... and then some.

*****

September 5th:
Well, I wasn't going to sit back and just let that skanky Indian chick talk shit about me and not do anything about it.  Who the hell does she think she is?  I mean, I'm not the most pure virgin or anything, but I'm sure not the kind of person who sleeps with people to get ahead.  So this guy that I met last week from one of the local frat houses, Jason, is like an absolute genius with Photoshop.  He totally helped me put that photo together and distribute it and stuff.  Serves her right.

Tonight was my sorority's first big party of the year.  We do this amazing toga party every year and as a new pledge I had to be one of the "living statues" for the night.  Basically I just had to stand there and look cute in a toga and wear some crappy white body paint so that I looked like a marble statue that everyone could ogle and I was supposed to like hold a tray of drinks or some crap like that.  It was only for a few hours and my sisters know I'll do anything for my house.  It's the same house that my mom pledged to when she went to school here.  My mom is basically my best friend in the world.  We talk almost everyday and we tell each other everything.  She was so excited when I told her I pledged Alpha Beta Kappa!  But it didn't go down as I had planned.

I got to the party and I had already been all painted up and had my hair looking really cute in an up-do with a little grape clip.  Some of the girls in the house that were running the party were wearing masquerade masks so that they could go about their business without interruptions from some of the frat guys.  And there were a ton of frat guys there that night.  Most of them were super cute, but some were just like the nerdy frat guys that only got in because their parents donated money or bought a library or some junk like that. 

When I walked in the door Ashley A. told me that I was going to be holding a snack tray over by the table in the corner.  But when I got over there this other girl says, "Hey Jenny, there's been a change of plans.  One of the pledges who was going to be the statue for the VIP room got sick.  You are totally cute tonight and I think it would be great if you could stand in for her there.  You won't have to hold anything heavy at that station."  She was wearing a mask, so I couldn't tell who it was, but she smiled at me so nicely that I agreed to go along.  Plus I wasn't looking forward to holding a damn snack tray.  It was a win either way.  Or so I thought. 

Our house was really big and the girl led me to a room towards the east end of the house.  It was just some random sister's bedroom that had a sign on it with cute star stickers that spelled out VIP.  Everything had been pushed to the side and the room was lit up with black light and some strings of blue holiday lights.  There was some music playing softly in the background and there was a makeshift pedestal in the middle of the room.  A few couches had been dragged in from the other parts of the house and had some velvet fabric draped over them and there were some champagne glasses and bottles on a small table to the side.  It looked pretty decent.

"So there's a pose that we are going to have you strike in here tonight.  You are going to be Justice and since Justice is blind, you will get to wear this blindfold," she told me guiding me to the pedestal.  "Put it on, Sister Jenny."  I did as I was told and stood in place as everything went dark.  "Now, you may have heard from some of the girls that it can be somewhat difficult to hold your pose for such a long time, so I brought in this great stuff that helps you hold your pose for a really long time and you won't have to worry about moving a muscle."  I started to object but before I could say anything I could feel her stick the needle in the back of my leg.  "Yes, that's it," she told me in a really creepy voice.  "Now let's get you all ready before you can't move anything."  I had a really bad feeling about this.  I was starting to get kind of dizzy and I was finding it hard to move anything at all.

"So because it's hard to stand like that for such a long period of time, I'm going to have you get down on your knees.  That's a good sister.  Just like that," she told me like I was in kindergarten.  I think she even pat me on the head, but I wasn't really even able to feel a whole lot.  I have no idea what she gave me, but it was kicking in fast.  "Now here are your scales of truth," she said placing two light chains with something hanging from them in each of my hands.  She had to tighten my fingers around them because I was at the point where I couldn't do it myself.  "There we go!  That's perfect!  We are going to raise so much extra money here tonight and your scales of truth will hold the money.  I will start letting everyone know that the room is finally ready.  Don't go anywhere!" she laughed.  It seemed like forever until I heard anyone else again.  Finally I heard the girl outside the room talking to who I assume were our VIP guests. 

"Alright, gentlemen," she said to them.  Her voice sounded a little different than it had before, like she was speaking with an accent, but it was for sure the same girl.  "Prepare yourself for a VIP room unlike any you have ever experienced before.  We have comfy couches, champagne and, what you've all been waiting for, a little entertainment."  When she said the last word the guys outside the room cheered loudly.  I'm sure the whole house could hear.  I tried to open my mouth to speak, but I could barely even feel my lips let alone move them.  I heard the door open and the girl said, "And as promised, here she is!  The lovely, the exotic, Frasian Sensation!  Justice may be blind, but we will let our little angel here see the light!  Make sure you leave her tips on the money scales first!" 

The blindfold was removed from my face and I could see a little bit of who was in the room.  It was a group of about fifteen frat guys and most of them were not very attractive at all, even in the dim lighting.  They looked at me strangely like it was the first time they had ever seen a girl before.  I then realized that I was cold.  I didn't remember being that cold earlier.  The guys in the room stared at me with wide eyes and looked like they were going to attack. 

"Remember, whoever leaves the biggest tip in the first minute will get to go first!" she called out as she closed the door behind her. 

"I've got fifty!" one of them yelled.  "I've got one-fifty!" yelled another.  It was then that I started realizing what was about to happen.  I tried to move but I couldn't move a muscle.  I was completely paralysed and completely naked.  It was even hard to breathe.  My sister had sold me out.  I was incredibly scared and I couldn't do a thing about it.  Eventually, one particularly ugly guy pulled out two hundred and fifty dollars and the girl declared him the winner.  She fished a bowl of condoms out from under the champagne table and passed them out to each of the guys there.

"Congratulations!" she said in a giddy tone.  "You get the honor of going first!  Everyone else please line up in order of tip contribution and you will get your turn.  Our little filly here is ready to please!"  I still couldn't see her face but I could see her wink through the mask.  She looked at me one last time and just smiled a huge, maniacal smile. 

I didn't see the first person until he was right in front of me, but as I was on my knees, I could hear the zipper come undone right by my face.  "I really like her face," he told everyone.  "I think I'll start there."  I only felt a tiny bit of pressure as he manhandled my cheeks and lowered my lip.  He put his disgusting, nasty dick right in my mouth and pushed it inside as far as he could.  I couldn't move my tongue, but I could taste the fact that he was sweaty and gross.  He just kept taking it out and pushing it in.  He did it for about three minutes while everyone around him was cheering and making rude comments.  He told everyone that he was about to "jizz all over the slut" and the girl who was running the operation said, "Remember, no doing that in her mouth!  We don't want her to choke on the whore juice!"  The sweaty pervert laughed when she said that and pulled his pathetic dick out of my mouth and came all over my face.  All of the other perverts laughed with him.

"Oh look!  You've ruined her makeup!  Let's get that all cleaned up!" she said wiping my face clean.  I had heard of fucked up hazing rituals before, but this was just insane.  My mom had paid way too much money to get me in here for me to be treated like this.  But then it got worse.  "Now remember, guys.  This one does have more than one place to put things!  We can do more than one of you at a time and the line will move much more quickly!  Can I get a little help here?" 

A few of the faceless assholes there picked me up and bent me in a position where I was on my hands and knees, but had my head up as though I were wearing some sort of invisible dog collar.  They all seemed smug like they had just done some really great work there.  I was so upset and I could feel tears of anger start to well up in my eyes.  "Oh, don't be upset, sister," the girl said quietly to me.  "I bet you'll take it however you can get it," she said her voice changing from a perky upbeat tone to a deeper voice with a slight foreign accent.  It was then that I knew what was happening.  I let out a squeal of anger and she laughed a little more.  "The drug must be starting to wear off," she whispered in my ear, "but we still have time for you to service all these losers."  Then popping back upright she said in her once again perky voice, "Get to it, men!"

I was starting to get some of the feeling back in my body, but I still couldn't move anything.  The next guy put it in my mouth while another put it in my pussy.  I hadn't had sex in a few months, so it kind of hurt.  Fortunately these guys hadn't been with anyone in a long time (or maybe even ever) so each one was quick.  I saw Navi take a few pictures while there were two guys balls deep inside of me on either side.  I was going to fucking kill this bitch.  What kind of psychopath does this to someone who only posted a phony picture?

As I started to get some of my movement back around guy number ten, I bit down on the guy's junk.  He pulled himself out and slapped me as hard as he could and yelled, "No teeth, bitch!"  All Navi did was say not to damage the merchandise.  Stupid whore.  I bit him again and he knocked me upside the head with his fist when Navi had her back turned.  My ears were ringing a bit after that.  I just wanted this all to be over so I used my tongue and got him off. 

Guys had come on my face, my back, my tits, my ass... and fortunately she was nice enough to make everyone wear condoms and not let them do anything inside of me.  I'm so lucky.  She had taken several pictures and I'm pretty sure that there was a guy who was filming all of it on his cell phone.  By the time the last guy was done, most of the paralysis was gone, but I was just physically and emotionally exhausted.  A few of them left extra tips at the door because I "was just that good." 

As the last frat boy left, I lay on the pedestal, sticky and hurt and just collapsed.  Navi threw my toga over my naked body which was covered in splotchy white paint, my hair completely messed up and my little grape clip smashed on the floor. 

"Don't fuck with me again, you whore," she said viciously, pulling her mask off her face so she could finally look me in the eyes.  "This grant is mine and a dumb slut like you deserves nothing but cock."  Then she spit on me and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.

*****

September 12th:

Was what I had done to Jenny cruel?  Perhaps, but I still regret nothing.  She is a scheming whore who deserved what she got.  And towards the end she appeared to be liking it.  Because she is a slut.  I pray that her parents are deceased so that they may never have to know the shame of having such filth that their daughter is responsible for.  Dwayne, from the college, is in a pre-med program and was able to help me get a neuromuscular blocker that was just right for the occasion.  He's been a good friend.

My interview is today with the board.  I have all of my slides and informational packets ready with the research that I already have completed.  It is sure to be a great success!

September 13th:

I am certain that there is a special place in Hell for what the whore put me through yesterday.  The shame is almost unbearable and I will never tell a soul about the events that transpired, so I must get everything out in my journal now and burn it soon thereafter so that I might lift this heavy burden off of my shoulders.

I went to the Greenman Corporation office building yesterday afternoon for my interview.  When I got there, the receptionist at the front desk said that the interview committee had decided to hold the interviews in a more casual environment to ease the minds of the finalists.  It was a fancy hotel a few blocks away called the Starflower Suites.  I asked the man at the front where the meeting was being held and he said that there was a suite on the fifth floor being held for the Greenman Corporation. 

I was incredibly nervous and found myself constantly adjusting my collar or putting my hair behind my ear the whole way up the elevator and down the long corridor.  It was the suite at the end of the hall and there was a tiny plaque outside the door where a typed paper had been slid into place that said "Finalists Please Knock."

I knocked softly on the door and when no on answered I knocked once more with a more aggressive pound to show that I wanted this.  The door finally opened slowly and I could see a table and three empty chairs at the end of the room through the crack in the door.  This was the place.  Although whoever had opened the door had not been very welcoming.  I pushed the door lightly and the second I took a step inside a large man with chocolate brown skin and a hood obscuring his face grabbed me by the arm, pulled me into the room and turned off the lights so that the room was pitch black.

"Are you Navi Bhatt?" the man asked in a very deep, very intimidating voice.  I was scared stiff and all I could do was just answer him in the affirmative with a slight stutter.  "Then you came to the right place.  Don't worry.  I won't be gentle.  And if it gets too rough, you have the safeword."  And before I could say anything else he stuffed a small rubber ball in my mouth.  I screamed through the gag and tried hitting him with my folders and laptop bag, but he had to have been at least a foot taller than I was and everything that I had thrown at him had been in vain.  He overpowered me in a matter of seconds. 

He practically tore all of my clothes off of me.  I heard the buttons on my blouse pop off and fall on the hardwood floor of the suite's entry hall.  The skirt that I wore made a slight tearing sound as he pulled it down over my hips and moved it down to the carpet.  As he pushed me down onto the bed, I crossed my legs tight to prevent him from taking off my undergarments, but when he couldn't slide them off he forcefully ripped them on the sides and flung them across the room.  I wrapped my arms across my chest to discourage him from removing my bra.  The fear in me only grew more intense as he told me, "You can keep your damn bra on.  I'm only interested in one thing right now."

I could hear a shrill noise come from my throat as he forced my arms behind my thighs and bound them together tightly with rough, sticky duct tape.  The tepid sound of it being pulled off of the roll echoed in my mind last night as I tried desperately to sleep.  But sleep never came because all that I could think of was what came next. 

After ensuring that my hands were secured behind me, my assailant shoved my face into a pillow on the bed and positioned my backside in the air.  He smacked me with a great amount of force on each cheek and after that slapped me hard in a place that no man had ever touched me before.  It stung.  I could feel my face get hot and I cried hollow cries that were only muffled by the pillow and the gag still in my mouth.  I heard him laugh behind me as he slowly traced a finger down my... you know... and ran it back down again.  He did that a few times as I squirmed under his touch.  I eventually gave up crying because I was having a hard time even getting enough air through the pillow and sheets as it was. 

"Well I'll be damned," he said with a rich, throaty chuckle.  "An honest to God virgin.  Don't worry.  I will be a gentleman and stick to our agreement."  I heard him back away from the bed for a second and unzip his pants and disrobe.  I tried to free my arms and change position but almost wound up on the floor as a result.  "Ah, ah, ah.  We can't have you hurting yourself now.  That's what you have me for."  And he laughed again.  That laugh will forever haunt my dreams. 

I heard him behind me.  He was touching himself and making things hard back there as he fondled me roughly.  At one point he started hitting me with it.  It was so large I found myself literally shaking.  And then he put a finger inside of me and made my entire body tighten up.  He hadn't put it in the place that most men would, but in a far worse place.  I screamed and my body became as stiff as a board.

"Come on now, baby," he said in a voice as smooth as silk.  "Loosen up and let me in.  I can't do what you've asked unless you relax.  But I can help you out a little."  And with that I felt a cold liquid being poured into the tight crevice below the small of my back.  He kept telling me to behave and relax but all I could think of was what he was about to do to me.  I whimpered and prayed to gods that I hadn't prayed to in years, but apparently none of them had time for me that day.

He spread me apart with both hands and positioned himself right up to me.  He stretched it out with his incredibly thick tip and the tears came to my eyes yet again.  He put on a little more of the cold lubricant and let out a deep sound of satisfaction as he pushed himself forward inside of me.  The pain was unbearable. I thought that I would be able to stand it at first, but when I realized that he had only put in just a tiny bit I was unsure of how much more I would be able to take.  He rocked back and forth behind me and pushed in more and more each time.  I howled with pain each time it went deeper.  By the second or third time that he finally put the entire length of it inside of me, I simply passed out. 

I am not sure how long the suffering lasted, but I remember as I lost consciousness I heard my father's voice in my head telling me: "This is why you should have just married Habib!"

When I woke up my body was sore and the tape was removed from my wrists.  The curtains had been opened and I was alone in the room, laying on the bed with a sheet covering my shame.  I looked over to the table at the end of the room and there was a lone piece of paper place on it.  Also, my binders, bag and clothes had neatly been stacked up in a nearby chair.  I got up slowly to see what the paper was and my whole lower half felt as though it had been recently lit on fire and extinguished too late.  I winced and cried out a bit to myself as I made my way to the table.  I noticed there was a bit of blood on the white hotel sheets. 

I picked up the paper which looked like it had been folded up in the man's pocket.  It only had a few things scrawled on it in poor penmanship.  I read the paper and then crumpled it up in anger as I tried to plan my next move.  All it had said was:

"Starflower Suites, 3pm, Room 511. 

Internet request.  Navi Bhatt. 

Rough, S&M rape fantasy-- AO 

Safeword Prompt:  Three scratches on leg to remove gag. 

Safeword Phrase: Jenny is Awesome."

*****

September 14th:

I had my interview on the same day that Navi had her's.  It went fantastic and they said they would let me know by the end of the week what their decision was.  Of course, I didn't get ass-raped in my interview!  Hahaha!  She deserved much more than that, but when I talked it over with Jason he said that it would be best if we just stuck with one thing and didn't make it too complicated.  I'm pretty sure I'm a shoe-in after that!  Stupid bitch... 

Oh!  And just after writing that last paragraph, I got a call saying that they are going to hand out the grant in person tomorrow!  They didn't say if all of the finalists were invited, but I will put up with having to see that bitch again for a hundred-thousand dollars!

*****

September 15th:

I am just going to put myself out there and preface this entire video commentary by saying the following:  I am not a very nice person.  I do what I have to do to make my business profitable and one thing that is profitable in my business is realism.  Sometimes it takes weeks or even months to get what I want, but almost every time I try something like this, it generally pans out. 

So let me explain what's going on here.  The first chick that walked in, the Asian chick, she is a hot commodity.  Look at that body and look at that face.  You don't see a Japanese girl with blue eyes fall into your lap too often.  The second one, the Indian chick, also a pretty hot fucking commodity too.  She's twenty-two and still a virgin.  And the best part about this, is that this is all legit.  We just have a little bit of convincing to do and we will have them peeling their panties in no time.  But the stage is all set.  I made sure of it myself. 

So there they both are, waiting in the lobby, thinking they are both up for some big scholarship or grant or something like that for $100,000 dollars.  While I'm sitting back here watching them from the two-way mirror.  I'm making them wait for a bit just so they can get nice and catty and uncomfortable.  They don't know it but they are about to get a big surprise.  Okay, now they are looking nice and pissed off, so I'm going to go make my grand entrance.

I walk out into the lobby in some business slacks and a polo shirt and they are both shocked to see me.  I love this part here where in unison the Indian chick says, "Dwayne?" and the Asian chick squeaks, "Jason?"  And both of their jaws pretty much drop to the floor.

"Actually," I tell them as straight-faced as possible, "My real name is Eric. Eric Schwartz."  I let them just stare at me in awe for a second and then I keep going.  "I'm really sorry to trick you guys like that, but they said if I cooperated that they would give me the grant.  The messed up part is though... Well... Did either of you actually look up what Greenman Corporation is?"  You can see them look at each other here like idiots and it's just classic.  "Yeah, I didn't either.  I mean, I did a Google search on them and it said they did environmental stuff, but I didn't really dig very deep." 

"What are you trying to say?" the Indian girl asked me.  I told them we wouldn't use real names, so I'm just gonna call her "Indi."  I don't need any activist types sending me hate mail or any bullshit like that.

"What I'm trying to say is, that Greenman Corporation is just a front," I told them in my most innocent voice.  "Yeah, they donate money to environmental groups, but do you know how they get all that money?"  They both looked at me wide-eyed and shook their heads.  "They are a damn porno company!"  When I told them that the Asian chick, "Asia," just about damn near fell out of her seat. 

"But--But--I don't understand," Asia said.  "For one thing, your profile picture said you were some scrawny white kid with red hair!"

"Yeah, well, I just found some random white guy's picture and put it in with my application.  You'd think that in today's day and age that companies wouldn't judge someone by their ethnicity, but it still happens all the time.  I applied to a scholarship program last year and I almost got it and when I came in for the interview the lady just looked at me strangely and said 'Oh... I thought you were... Uh... Jewish.'  Over the phone the man told me that they were the most impressed with my application out of all of them, but then they find out I'm a black dude and suddenly some house building project in Mexico becomes more impressive than being on the verge of a scientific breakthrough for a new energy source."  I could tell I was winning them over despite the fact that they were both still mad at me.  "I'm really sorry that I lied to both of you.  I just... I really need that grant to finish my work and I thought that I finally had a chance at something like this, but about a month ago they found out who I was and told me that I had an advantage and asked me to befriend each of you.  I feel terrible about this whole thing.  Sick in fact."

"You convinced me to set up that elaborate frat house thing!" Indi yelled.  "You even got me the drugs to do it!  You are a lying piece of dog shit!"  And you can see here how she throws her bag at me and hits me with her tiny fists.

"And you convinced me to hire that guy off the internet to... You know..." Asia trailed off.  "Ack!  I can't believe you!"  And she started beating me with her purse too. 

"I know," I told them in a super sincere manner.  "I should have just stopped while I had the chance, but now the stakes have been raised."  They stopped hitting me because they are both selfish and want to know what was in store for them.  "They said that they would be able to make sure we each left with a whole lot of money today if we just did one last thing."  And then Ted comes out here and lays it on thick for us all.

"Good afternoon, ladies," Ted says, coming out in his tech vest and jeans with a headset still around his neck.  "If you'd all come back with me, I have an interesting business proposition for you.  I'm sure after everything that's happened you'll be quite happy with it."  The girls are looking at each other here.  You can see how hesitant they are, but then they look at me and I nod my head that I'm going with it and we all follow Ted into the back.  Ted is our director and he is just amazing.

We cut out the part where we walked down the hallway to get to the casting room, but here we are entering it.  You didn't miss too much.  I promise.  You can see the girls looking around at the couches and chairs and they don't think too much of it.  I can assure you, that is not a room that you'd want to turn a black light on!

The three of us sit on the larger red couch and Ted pulls up a chair.  The girls don't realize that they've been being recorded since they walked into the building, but at this point Ted asks them, "Do you mind if I start recording this?" with his POV cam.  "Just so we can show that everything is on the up and up here and that no one did anything to threaten you or treat you unfairly."  I tell them that it's probably a good idea and they agree.  "So, I'm sure that Eric here told you that we don't specialize in purely environmental endeavors.  There was a contest and there is prize money and we have even selected a winner.  But not everyone can be a winner. So what I'd like to offer the three of you today is a chance.  You can all either decide that you'd like to just have one person walk out of here with $100,000, or we could make a deal and each of you would get to leave with $50,000."

"Well, who was the winner of the contest?" Asia pipes up here.

"That isn't how the game works.  If I tell you, only that person is leaving with the check."  The two of them started to look worried, so I started to look worried too.  I can be a damn good actor when I put my mind to it. 

"What would we have to do to all leave with the money?" Indi asks.

"Well I'm glad you asked," Ted tells her sweetly.  He puts his hand on her thigh here, and if you pause it you can see me shoot him a dirty look and he takes it off pretty quickly.  "I'm heard Eric explain to you what kind of business we run here.  We run a tight, legitimate operation here and there is money to be made for everyone."  This is the part where Indi starts to get up to leave, but Ted tells her, "You know, I saw your proposal and $50,000 would really help you with your research."  You can see the gears turning in her head and probably against her better judgement she sits back down.  That little slut Asia doesn't move the whole time.  You can tell she's been down for it even from out in the lobby.  "We have quite the ensemble cast here," he continued.  "We have a blue-eyed Asian, a good virgin Indian girl and a black guy who could probably do quite a bit of damage to both of them."

"That is so racist!" Asia exclaimed.  "Eric may not be the best person in the world, but just going around saying that black guys are... you know... is a major stereotype!"

"Actually, he already saw it.  He told me about the company's offer before you guys got here.  I think $50k would get me pretty damn far with my project.  I don't know about you two, though," I said sheepishly.

"So how about it kids?" Ted asked them with his creepy late-forties, white guy leer.  "If you weren't seriously considering doing it, you'd be gone already."

"I don't know," Indi started.  "I just--"

"Listen, I know that for you this is probably the hardest decision of all."  Ted is amazing at getting these girls to do what they do.  "Your virginity is a hard thing to part with.  But I also understand that you are a strong, independent woman and things like that shouldn't hold you back.  If doing this one hour of work is going to pay for your dream, does it really matter if you feel shame for a tiny bit of time?  The only guilt that you would have would be from some pre-conceived societal notion that a woman is only worth the purity of what's between her legs.  As a scientist you know better than that."  Amazing, I told you.

The two girls look at each other right here and whisper a few things among themselves.  You can see Indi literally swallowing her pride here and the two girls agree to it on tape.  It was a beautiful moment.  If I did the whole gay-for-pay scene, I would have fucking kissed Ted right here!

"Now this isn't some flowery story porno," Ted said once things were getting started.  "This is gonna just be some really basic stuff.  When you try to jam a story in these things, it just gets fucking ridiculous.  People just want to see sex and lots of it.  So let's get down to brass tacks here.  You two girls are going to be making out and--"

"Woah!" Asia interrupted.  "I have never done anything with a girl before!  That might be too much for me..."

"Do you want the money or not?  In your case, you probably won't have to work for a few years with that kind of cash."  Ted arched a sarcastic eyebrow at her that you can't really see in this shot, but it worked and she stopped complaining.  Indy looked like she was just still in shock that she was actually going through with all of this and kept quiet.  "Anyway, you're going to be on the couch making out and then Eric here will come in, you two are going to play with each other to turn him on, he's going to fuck you both and we will play the rest by ear.  As long as there's a money shot in the end everyone's happy!  Got it?"

I like this shot because we are all just looking at each other and I give the girls this look that says, "Well, I guess I'm going to fuck you guys now."  It's just classic.  I love it!

So they stop the camera for a few minutes here and everyone goes into makeup and gets cleaned up and everything.  They gave that Asian girl some false eyelashes and it made her eyes look amazing.  Both of them are wearing skimpy lingerie in the opening action scene and you can tell Indi isn't used to it at all.  They both just look absolutely amazing.  I was crazy excited at this point watching from the side. 

So here we open up and the girls are making out on the couch.  It looks really awkward at first, but Ted shouts out that they need to make it look convincing.  He's given them a few lines to memorize and has cue cards all written out on the side.  Then you can kind of see here when Indi closes her eyes that she is probably pretending that it's someone else and she really gets into it.  Ted tells them he needs to see tongue and they do it for him.  Asia isn't a stranger to this and bites Indi's lower lip at one point.  They eventually become so engrossed with the whole thing that they are pawing at each others' chests and rubbing curves that they had never touched on another girl.  It was amazing.

And of course then I come in and break up the whole thing. I use some corny line here asking what they were up to and if I can be of any service. I don't really care for most of the dialogue in this particular film until we get to the good part, but you can see that whatever my Eric character is saying here really works because both of them get on their knees and eventually end up sucking my cock.  This POV shot here is great because if you're watching at home it's almost like both of them are sucking your cock.  Damn I love technology! 

Look at these girls!  They are real pros right here.  Asia even helps with some dom stuff and pushes Indi's head up and down on it.  Very classy.  And that Asia girl was really great with her tongue down there too.  That's why when we finished this scene we had her go down on Indi.  She looked pretty intimidated, but once I pushed her face into it she did it like a champ.  We were all a bit surprised when we didn't have to ask either girl to have any work done down there since they were both already shaved.  It made things easier. We had to trim Asia's nails down so that she didn't cut Indi when she put a few fingers inside of her, but she didn't mind taking care of that.

Asia had almost three fingers in there while Indi was taking care of me.  She was so gorgeous with my dick in her mouth.  I'm pretty wide and it looked like it was starting to hurt her jaw since it was stretched so much.  So when I could see that she had had enough of that we got set up for a pretty pivotal scene. 

"Now I'm going to pop that pretty cherry of yours," I said pretending to read from the cue cards.  Indi looked scared, but Asia looked like she was almost looking forward to this part since there was some bad blood between the two girls.  Ted told Indi that she needed to get on her hands and knees at this point and she was asking if she could do it missionary, which is why we switched camera angles here for a second so that we could edit out that part.  Ted told her that she had to do it doggie style because that way we could see more of it.  That was pretty much a lie.  I just wanted to do this girl from the back and I let Ted know that before we had started.

Indi tells Asia right here (when I've got my hands on her hips and Asia is spreading her apart for me) that she is afraid that it is going to hurt and thinks that it's too big.  She whispered that to her, but I made sure the sound guy picked up on it because it was an insane turn on.  As I started to push myself towards her tight, wet pussy, she tried backing away, but Asia held her down for me and I was able to get it in.  I felt like I was breaking ground for a new building that was going up or something.  She cried out and there were tears and screams, but Asia started to rub her clit for her and she started to warm up to it.  But there were for sure some gems in there that we hadn't even asked Indi to say like, "It's ripping me apart!" and "It hurts so bad!  Please take it out of me!"  She was a natural.

It was fantastic because once I was able to really tear into her, Asia had been super intuitive about our little virgin's clit and she came all over my cock about five minutes in!  It was amazing and I almost lost it right here at this part because she was just convulsing while I was inside of her.  Very nice stuff!  And since she was so good I let her lay down on her back.  I kissed her and told her what a good little whore she was being and she slapped me. 

While Indi lay down on her back I had Asia get on top of her and straddle her.  They made out a little more and while they did that I started rubbing Asia's pussy and getting it all nice and wet.  She was pretending not to like it, but if you listen closely you can hear her moan a tiny bit.  I pushed her ass up into the air just a little bit and slid myself inside of her.  For someone who has had as much sex as she has, she was still surprisingly tight.  I could tell she loved my giant cock.  She even pushed herself into it a few times when I was slowing down.  Ted had to tell her to keep kissing Indi while I was doing it.  She was great.  And since they were both being so good, I gave them a little treat.

I didn't want anyone to feel left out, so I started going from pussy to pussy.  I'd fuck Asia and then stick it in Indi in a slick, fluid motion as you can see here.  I told Indi that she needed to return the favor to Asia and made her rub her clit while I had them both.  It took a little time, but Asia was able to get to the same place that Indi had.  Absolutely beautiful. 

After they had both climaxed at least once, I had them get on their knees again and get ready for the final scene.  Indi said she wasn't going to put something in her mouth that had been inside of someone else, but Ted told her bluntly that if she didn't do it that she wasn't going to get her money.  I was really close at this point, too, so she sighed and while she had her mouth opened I pushed my cock back in her mouth and she made a terrible face.  "You like the taste of your own pussy in your mouth, don't you Indy?"  She shot me a dirty look, so I pushed as much of it as I could into her mouth and down her throat.  You can see her choking right here as her eyes get really big.  I wanted to make sure Asia got some too and I can see looking back at this that she didn't want to choke, so she willingly took it all in. 

The girls were both great through the whole thing so I told them to open their mouths nice and wide and they did.  I think that was my favorite shot of the whole thing, both girls with their mouths and eyes wide open waiting to take what they had coming to them.  And did they ever.  When I finally got to that place I got it all over their pretty little faces.  And as they sat there on their knees covered in my sticky, white seed, I finally got to say what I'd been waiting to say for the last few weeks with a smile on my face:

"And this has been the latest installment of TrickedCollegeGirls.com!  Thanks for that ladies!  Now get the fuck out!"

Black

     I knew I should never have stayed behind.  But I did.  And sometimes when you're the last one to leave the party you're left to clean up the mess alone.
     The party had run a little bit longer than anyone had expected it to.  Ted had stayed home that night because he wasn't feeling well.  That was probably the first mistake that I had made, going to the party without him, but he kept telling me that I needed to go out and socialize because I had been staying inside reading too often.  Ted loves me very much.
     There was so much liquor there that night.  I hadn't really had any alcohol in a while, so I guess it hit me a little bit harder than it usually did.  I had about three glasses of champagne, a wine cooler and a shot of tequila.  I think the shot was what put me over the edge.  That was the second mistake. 
     I remember before I passed out that there were a few people left.  Someone had asked me if I wanted a ride home, but I declined.  John said that I could crash on the couch until I had slept it off or sobered up.  He even called Ted and let him know what was going on.  I felt safe enough to let sleep take me and that was my last mistake. 
     I woke up and I wasn't on the couch anymore.  I felt like my neck was about to break.  I had been pulled onto the floor, down on my knees.  Someone had taken my shirt off along with my bra.  They had their hands on both sides of my head and kept pushing me down on their cock which had been placed in my mouth.  I really only started to regain consciousness when I began to choke myself awake.  Ted hadn't touched me in months, so part of me knew that it couldn't be him.  But the other part of me--the stupid, illogical part of me--didn't seem to care and was all but tickled pink to be used in this fashion.  In fact, I was so out of it that I started helping. 
     His hands were over my ears, so between that and my drunken stupor I couldn't make out his voice very well.  But I could hear him say, "Ah, so she does like it" and "That's a good girl."  Every minute or so he would reach down and touch my chest roughly.  I felt flush all over.  But at the same time I was still exhausted.  I had my eyes closed most of the time, but I had flashes of skin and coarse, dark hair in my field of vision.  He kept moaning intermittently, but eventually I heard him say, "Here we go, baby.  Here's the money shot!"  He started stroking himself in front of me and put his thumb down on my lower lip to open my mouth.  He brought my chin up just a bit to get a better angle.  I opened my eyes wide when I saw who it was and that he had a camera strapped to his neck. 
     And then John came all over my face and my chest.

*****

     I was upset and belligerent after John cleaned me up.  I was still too out of it to put up much of a fight though.  He kept trying to calm me down and gave me a glass of water and what he said was an aspirin.  It wasn't an aspirin though, and I was out again. 

     When I finally woke up on the couch John was on the recliner across from me.  He had a glass of brandy in his hand and had been swirling it around in the glass when he noticed that I had woken up.

     "You know, you are certainly a wild young lady after you've had a drink or two," he told me looking over at my still exposed chest.  He could have put my clothes back on and tried to convince me that it had just been a bad dream, but he wanted me to know that I hadn't imagined anything.  He smiled and leered at me from his chair.  "You know, Ted has been one of my best friends for years and I wouldn't want to have to cause him any kind of pain."

     "Then what the fuck was all that about?" I asked him angrily.  I tried to yell, but the sound of my own voice made my head ache.  "You have got to be the sleaziest asshole on the face of the planet."

     "Oh?  Then why were you so intent on making me paint your pretty little face white last night?" he asked.  I was about to object when he casually pressed a button on the remote control and the television lit up with my face buried in his crotch.  "Oh, and here's my favorite part!  Look at your face right here!"  He was smiling from ear to ear with sadistic glee as the hot semen hit my face at the exact moment that I realized what had happened.

     "I thought you were Ted!  I never--"

     "Don't try and talk your way out of this one, Angela," he sneered.  "Ted, told me about your little indiscretion a few years ago.  He said that you broke his heart."

     "That was a long time ago and we had been separated for a few weeks.  I--"

     "I'm sure that if he saw anything like this it would absolutely shatter what was left of his heart.  And I'm sure that you don't want that.  I know that I don't want that.  Do you want that Angela?"

     "What the fuck do you want?" I asked him.  I could feel my face turning bright red.  "I only have a few hundred dollars saved up.  Just--"  And then the asshole started laughing.  For a full minute he laughed.  Apparently my comment had been a real knee-slapper.

     "Oh, God!  I don't need your money," he said jovially.  "But I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement.  You'll notice that I didn't do anything else to you while you slept."

     "Yeah, you're a real fucking gentleman."

     "What I want," he said grinning like the Cheshire Cat, "is for you to beg for forgiveness."

     "Are you kidding me?" I asked him clearly miffed about getting face raped.

     "I'm as serious as a heart attack," he said flatly.  "Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness or I send Ted a nifty e-mail with your performance here as an attachment."

     "You wouldn't."

     "I would.  You have five seconds."  And he glared at me with a dramatic stare.  "One."

     "No way."

     "Two."

     "Seriously, John.  Stop this!"

     "Three."

     "Come on!  This is ridiculous!"

     "Four."

     "I'm not going to--"

     "Five."  When I stayed put on the couch he simply looked at me and said, "Fine then."  And got up from his seat to go into the bedroom where his computer was. 

     I thought about what he said.  I loved Ted and didn't want to see anything bad happen to him.  And I had just lost my job at the cafe.  If Ted kicked me out I'd have to move back in with my mother.  Was a little piece of my already tattered pride worth it?  I sighed and got off the couch and walked down the hallway towards John.

     "Listen, John," I called after him.  "Please don't do this.  I'll do that thing that you asked me to do."

     I walked into the bedroom and wondered where he went.  Suddenly the door slammed behind me and John had me exactly where he had wanted me.  I looked at him coldly and got on my hands and knees.

     "Please, John," I said in an extremely deadpan tone.  "Please forgive me for... Uh... I'm not exactly sure what I'm forgiving you for."

     "For being such a dirty skank and cheating on my best friend Ted, of course."

     "Oh, I'm not saying that," I said getting off the floor.

     "That's alright, my price has gone up anyway."

     "Oh now we're bargaining?  Yeah, I'm out of here!"

     John blocked the doorway and looked at me menacingly.

     "You're not going anywhere unless you want me to send that tape."

     "Fine," I said bluntly.  "What do you want?"

     "Take off the rest of your clothes."

     "What do you want?  A strip tease?  Yeah, whatever.  Sure.  Then can I leave?"

     "Yes.  We have a deal," he said.

     I still wasn't in the best frame of mind, but I would have done about anything to get out of that room.  I unbuttoned my jeans quickly and kicked off my shoes.

     "Do it more slowly.  I don't get to see this everyday."

     I sighed angrily and did what he asked.  I stood there completely naked in front of him.  I don't do naked very well.  I was cold and could feel myself blushing through all of the anger.

     "It's alright," he said moving towards me.  "You know, I know that you haven't been taken care of in a long while.  I could tell when you were inhaling me below the belt earlier."  He reached out to touch me and I backed away.  In the process I tripped over my pants and landed on the bed.  "It's okay," he said soothingly.  "It's been a long time for me too.  Let me help you.  I'll be as gentle as you'd like me to be."

     "No," I told him backing away from him.  "Show Ted the damn video.  I'll tell him what a fucking psycho you are.  He'll believe me!"

     "If he'd believe you, then why are you naked in my bed?  Eh?  Just let me have this.  Let yourself have this.  It's just you and me.  No one ever has to know." 

     "You taped me with your dick in my mouth.  I think we're past no one having to know.  Just get out of my way and give me my clothes."

     He sighed a frustrated sigh and I finally thought that I was starting to get somewhere with him.  He bent down to grab my clothes as I sat on the bed, but when he came back up from the foot of the bed all he had was a towel.  He shoved it in my face and everything went black again.

     When I came to I could feel him inside of me.  Ted hadn't touched me there in forever.  And not like this in nearly a year.  I was on my hands and knees and he was taking me from behind.  A small sigh escaped my lips and he realized that I was awake.  He entered me even harder to show that he knew it and I screamed a bit.  He laughed as he kept fucking me.  Harder and faster.  I moaned a little.  I hated that part of me that was enjoying it. 

     I went to pull away and noticed that he had tied my wrists to my ankles with two dress ties.

     "Why the struggle?" he asked as he rammed himself into me.

     "This is wrong!  Why are you doing this?" I cried trying to keep my face from falling into the pillows.

     "Because you let me.  I've seen how you've looked at me before.  We both know you wanted this," he said through a few odd grunts.  "And you know," he said moving one hand slowly from my hip to my ass, "there is something that I've always wanted to do, but no self-respecting girl would ever let me try." 

     "Don't you dare!" I screamed knowing full well what he wanted to do.  But at that point he didn't give a damn about what I wanted.  He took his index finger and very matter-of-factly slid it into the hole that he wasn't currently having his way with.  My eyes got wide and I could feel everything tighten up around him.  He moaned a bit more.

     "Be careful, Angela.  I'm not wearing any protection you know.  We wouldn't want to have any accidents," he laughed. 

     "Are you insane?" I screamed back at him.  I tried to roll myself from side to side to get away from him, but there was no point.  The more I struggled the tighter he held me down. 

     "Well, fine then," he said still forcing himself inside.  "If you don't want to have my child then I guess there are some other options."  He pulled the finger out quickly and before I knew what was happening he jammed himself into the even tighter hole that his finger had just been in.  I screamed as he ripped into me.  I had never had anything in there before and it hurt worse than I could have imagined.

     "Shhh," he said pushing the last bit of himself in.  "I can make it all better.  I hear if you do it right it can be quite satisfying." 

     "Fuck you!" I yelled with a tone of defeat in my voice.  He continued to hold me down with one hand and reached around to my clit with the other.

     "No, fuck you," he purred and started rubbing my clit furiously as he pulled himself out and slowly pushed it all back in again.  In and out.  Faster on my clit and then faster inside of me.  I felt incredibly helpless at this point and just stopped fighting it. 

     "Mmmm, can you feel that, baby?  You are really starting to let me in!  I think you're gonna come for me, and your gonna come hard!"  He was right, but I wasn't about to admit that to him.  I just pressed my face into the pillow and let it happen.  I could feel my arms start to shake and then my legs and then my whole body.  "Yes!" he screamed.  "I knew I could make it happen that way.  You are such a good little whore."  I wanted so badly to collapse and disappear, but he held me up after I finished spasming with him inside of me.

     "So how's it gonna be sweet, sweet Angela?" he asked me, still moving fluidly inside.  "Do you want me to come here?  Or," he said pulling out and jamming himself in my pussy, "do you want me to come here?  You'd give me a beautiful baby, you know."

     "Please don't," I begged wearily.

     "So what does that mean?" he asked greedily.  "Tell me where you want it."

     "The other place," I cried out, panicking.

     "Say it," he said.

     "My ass," I pleaded.  I could feel the tears streaming down my eyes.

     "Say it," he barked.  "Beg me."

     "Please, John.  Please come in my ass!"

     And I sighed a sigh of relief when he stuck me with it one last time.  A few more wicked thrusts and  it was all over.  It was so tight that I could feel him empty himself out inside of me.  He pulled out and patted me on the back like I was some kind of horse that he had just finished riding.

     "What a good girl," he panted.  "So good."

     I completely lost it and just started bawling.  He didn't seem to mind.  He just sauntered off to the bathroom while I lay crumpled up on the bed like a used sock that had been left underneath some teenage boy's bed, still tied up and aching everywhere.  He was gone for quite a while.  And while he was gone it gave me some time to think. 

     He came back into the room about twenty minutes later as though he had forgotten about me. 

     "Now, I'm going to let you go, but first, let me show you what you helped me put together!"  And with that he turned me over and faced me toward the computer screen.  The bastard had (not surprisingly) filmed the entire thing.  "You know," he said casually, "you aren't the first and you won't be the last.  But you definitely had the best performance of them all.  I have a site that I like to sell these on.  People love the more realistic ones.  If it gets big I might be able to give you a share so you can get yourself something pretty."  He looked at me and he laughed again.  He just wouldn't stop fucking laughing.  It was then that I knew what I had to do. 

     "You are such an asshole!" I screamed as I fidgeted.  "Just untie me and give me my clothes!  I just want to go home to Ted!"  I was able to pull out a few more tears for him, but in reality I was all out of tears.  I was just pissed off.

     "Alright, but only since you were so good," he said patting me on the head.  "And since you were so good, I won't tell Ted!  It's a win for both of us."  He smiled eerily and undid the bonds from my legs and left the ties hanging around my wrists.

     I cleaned myself off in the bathroom and tried to wash what I could off of myself as quickly as possible.  I found that he had lay my clothes out for me in the bathroom. 

     "Hey, John," I called out to him.  "What's wrong with your shower?"  I wasn't sure if he was going to be that stupid, but apparently he was because he came into the restroom shortly after I called.  He didn't even say anything back to me, just looked at me with a stupid grin.  This wouldn't be as hard as I thought it would be.  "Can you check out the faucet?  It won't turn on all the way."

     And as he bent down to check it out I took one of the ties that was still around my wrist and wrapped it tightly around his neck.  I am not the strongest person in the world, but I was probably the angriest.  I pulled on that tie until I thought I was going to break my wrist from the pressure.  He struggled and kicked and gasped and cried, but none of that affected me in the least. 

     I was done fucking around.

     As I finally felt the last bit of life escape his body, I felt a serene calm about me. 

     Now the only problem was the clean up.  No one ever wants to stay behind and help out. 

Lily Unaware Part 1

  

Chapter one

She stood in the dark all alone pretending to watch the wind and moonlight create shadows throughout the room, but really her mind was elsewhere.  The party across the street had already retreated inside over an hour ago, save for a few lone smokers hanging out in the driveway. Now all she could hear were the sounds of her parents preparing to go to sleep in separate beds.  She hadn’t been invited—to the party, that is, across the street.  She hadn’t wanted to go anyway.  She didn’t know anyone there.  She didn’t really know anyone anywhere.

      It was somewhat of a curiosity to her, people having a party.  It wasn’t even anyone’s birthday. It was a Thursday for Christ's sake!  What the fuck were they celebrating? The last party she had been to was a wake for someone she had never even met.

      She wondered if anyone saw her spying through the blinds. She wasn’t exactly being inconspicuous about it.  She almost hoped that someone would see her and come to the realization that they had neglected to extend the invitation.  They would run over and ring the bell.  Maybe it would be a group of girls eager to introduce her to some thoroughly inebriated seniors.  Or maybe it would be the preppy boy who lived next door.  But no one came.  She sighed deeply as she let her hand drop from the window, creating a tinny racket from the mini-blinds that startled the cat. 

      "Oh, Mesmer," she said softly as she flopped into her nearby bed and peered around in the dark. She reached out in vain for the frightened cat.  "Mmmm, even you won't have anything to do with me."  She pouted for a short while and eventually Mesmer slinked back into the bed with her, nuzzling her fingers with his giant, white kitty head.

      That was how she generally got what she wanted, by pouting in a sickeningly cutesy fashion.  People felt sorry for her at first, but she was noticing that her pouting routine was starting to wear thin with those that she practiced it on now.  She would have to figure out a new way of manipulating people to get her way.

      Her name was Lily Truman and she was three months shy of eighteen.  She never heard anyone refer to her as "hot" or even "pretty", but she could generally pull off "cute" when she was all cleaned up—which wasn't very often.  It was her senior year at Archer High School and she was one of the few girls there who had never had a boyfriend.  For the most part she kept to herself.  She had never had a real friendship that lasted longer than a year or two.  People were always moving away or dying or just finding other reasons in general to shit all over her social life.  It was rough.

      After her best friend had moved away her junior year, she had become more anti-social than ever.  She spent her lunch breaks in the dark corridors of the school writing pathetically bad poetry, sitting under trees drawing clumsily raunchy hentai or, on really bad days, inside meetings of the Chess Club.  When she would come home from school she would do her homework, write more, draw more, whatever she had to do to occupy her time enough to forget that she was alone. 

      She had siblings, but they never really included her in their goings-on.  Josie was an eight-year-old, redheaded firecracker with chunky cheeks that were too cute for words; Dee was thirteen with the same dark hair as Lily, but with her father's tanned skin; and Joe was fifteen and sullen, with short brown hair and a scattering of freckles across his pale face.  Josie was too young to relate to her, Dee was her polar opposite and Joe was just as anti-social as she was and a boy, so that left her mostly alone.  She always figured that she was adopted since the others seemed to get along quite well without her, but she had the same pale skin as her mother and the same dark hair and dark eyes as her father, so that was a fantasy that she rarely indulged in.

      She lay in bed petting the cat who had decided to curl up in her lap and let her mind wander to the places it often wandered to when she was alone.  She used to go to sleep thinking stupid teenage girl thoughts like: Dear God, please send me a boyfriend, or someone to love me for who I am. If you just let me find true love, I'll be true to him for all time.   But then she realized that thinking things like that were just trite and irritating and people only said crap like that in religious propaganda movies and crappy romance novels.  As she got older, her thoughts became exceedingly darker:  If I don't find someone to keep me company soon, I will probably end up killing myself.  Oh look, Vicodin!  Or: Maybe if I leave my window unlocked, some random stranger will rape and kill me.  At least I'd be getting some action...  Of course she never shared these thoughts with anyone else, but she enjoyed having a sinister side that no one else knew about. 

      That night she started thinking of Chad Wrigley.  Chad was the ginger guy of her dreams.  He was smart, funny, just as nerdy as she was and totally in her league.  At least she seemed to think so.  Chad had other ideas.  In the movies, she thought, when they bring up romantic situations for the underdog, they always show the nerdy guy in school that's fawning over the super-hot, popular girl, and all the trials and tribulations that he has to go through to be noticed by someone that he has absolutely nothing in common with, and somehow he always gets the girl.  What do I have to look up to?  "She's All That"?  Oh no!   The "nerdy" girl who was already pretty but shy takes off her glasses and ends up with some preppy asshat who was kind enough to look past her many hideous flaws like corrective lenses and intelligence.  In real life, when the nerdy girl wants the nerdy guy he's already been brainwashed by the mainstream media that he's so awesome that he should never settle for girls like me.  She sighed again.  She sighed a lot.  But when she finished sighing and feeling sorry for herself, she pulled the covers over her head and forced herself to drift off to sleep while thinking of dumbass Chad doing unspeakable things to her. 

      And that's when things started to take an interesting turn.

Chapter two

He wrapped his long, freckled arms around her and brought her in close for a forced embrace as the water lapped quietly at the shore behind them.  He looked into her eyes and she could see the hate behind his.  She could feel the fear racing through her body but when she tried to break free he manhandled the back of her head and forced his mouth onto hers, parting her lips with his tongue.  She closed her eyes and let a smooth, sensual sigh leave her throat, when suddenly he threw her down to the ground.

      "Who do you think you are?" Chad asked with contempt.  "You are not here to enjoy yourself.  I am here to enjoy you!"  And he dropped to his knees and ripped off her long, Victorian skirt as she lay back in terror slowly attempting to back away with her palms pressed tight to the sandy beach below her.

      "Where do you think you're going, you little whore?"  His billowy, white linen shirt rippled in the breeze revealing a rather slender, pale frame underneath.  He dramatically ran the fingers of one hand through his silky red hair, while looking at her menacingly.  He snarled and pulled down her ruffled bloomers as she screamed for help.  "Scream all you like, my fair Lily, but out here, no one will hear your cries!" he declared, ending with just the right amount of maniacal laughter.

He held her down with one hand and undid the buttons on his insanely tight britches and wriggled to slide them down to his ankles.  Without warning she could feel the weight of his body on top of her.  She struggled to breathe beneath her corset and could feel all ten inches of his rock hard manhood throb up against her thigh. 

      "You can't do this Chad!" she screamed melodramatically.  "I don't love you anymore!  I—”

      And he cupped his hand over her mouth while he positioned himself right over the unplucked flower that was her maidenhood. 

      "This is—" Chad started.

      "This is just fucking ridiculous," said a very suave man's voice from only a few feet away.  The interruption was so jarring you could practically hear the needle scratching the vinyl record of the soundtrack that was her dream.

      Chad had a very shocked and confused look on his face.

      Lily just looked furious. 

      "Are you kidding me?  I can't even lose my frickin' virginity in my own damn dream?" she yelled, pushing Dream Chad off of her and onto the sand.

      The man stepped out from behind a rocky formation.  He was dressed in period appropriate clothing, but instead of the pirate garb that Chad wore, the man was the picture of aristocratic style from head-to-toe: felt top-hat, red coat-tailed jacket with matching britches, cane and buckled leather shoes.  He even wore a monocle, as if to make his outfit more absurd.

      "Apparently not," he said casually.  "Besides, what a gaudy way to go through with such a thing!  I know it's a dream, but really?  'Manhood'?  'Ruffled shirts'?  'Unplucked flowers'?  Honestly dear, the whole thing is just absolutely tacky.  I really do expect quite a bit more from you."

      "Who the—?"

      "And this?" he asked pointing at Chad, "This is the best you could do?  I'm just—I’m simply flabbergasted at how little you must think of me if this is what goes for passable with you nowadays!  And I'm sorry, but there is no way in hell that this boy has ten inches of anything anywhere."

      She wracked her brain but had no idea who this man was.  He looked vaguely familiar to her, but in a way everyone did to some extent.  Maybe this is my subconscious telling me that Chad isn't the guy for me and that I should move on.  But maybe—

      "Are you quite through trying to analyze the dream that you're dreaming while you're dreaming it?  I'm certain that you'll break your brain that way, dearest," he said brushing sand off of his polished shoes with gloved hands.  "This is certainly not the most creative playground that you've constructed.  And who is this boy, anyway?  One of your thralls?"

      "No!  This is Chad from school!  And we were watching some pirate musical the other day in Music Appreciation, and—Wait!  Why I am I telling you all of this?  If you're part of my subconscious then you should already have all of this figured out by now," she told him narrowing her eyes.

       "Yes.  Well, you were the one who decided to jump to that conclusion, love.  I can assure you that I am no more part of your brain than you are or ever were in love with that boy."  She looked at him confused, like the stereotypical deer in the headlights.  He had brilliant dark eyes and hair that made him look as though he stepped from the pages of one of her favorite manga series.  He was older than she was, maybe in his mid-thirties, but she still found him to be quite handsome.  "Why yes, I am quite handsome," he said, leaving her speechless.  "God knows I've been working on it for quite some time now.  Let's get rid of all this" he said presenting his hands to the sky, "and that," he said pointing at Chad.  With a wave of his hand their surroundings were gone with the sea breeze and so was Dream Chad. 

      "You know, for someone who's supposed to be, uh, well, whatever it is that you're supposed to be, you say 'quite' a lot.  It's making you sound kinda pompous," she told him looking him square in the eye.

      "Ah, now there's the old Lilith that I know!" he grinned.  "All full of ill-will and quick to judge!  Let's see, if I remember correctly, you like Earl Grey." 

      She looked around and she was sitting at a very doily-heavy table in a fancy parlor somewhere.  There were deep red velvet drapes, porcelain dolls in China cabinets and richly painted works of art hanging from the walls.  On the table was a full tea service as well as a placeholder that said "Lili."

      "Uh, I don't know exactly what's going on, but I don't know you, I've never even tried Earl Grey tea and you spelled my name wrong.  It's 'Lily,' not 'Lili'."

      "Or is it?" he asked coyly.  "Try your tea; I know you'll like it."

      "How do I know this isn't like laced with Roofies or something?  And who the hell are you anyway?  You seem to know entirely too many wrong things about me."

      "You know who I am," he replied getting irritated.  "And really?  I interrupted your rape fantasy to give you tea and biscuits and rape you in a salon?  Good God you're daft!  Just drink the damn tea, girl!"

      She looked into the cup and cautiously took a sip from it.  She licked her lips and smirked a bit.

      "See?  I told you you'd like it.  You always have," he smirked back at her.  "Now, down to business!  I'm just here to go over the terms of our contract which will be coming into effect quite soon.  I—"

      "Contract?  Are you sure you're in the right dream?" she asked him as if he were the crazy one.

      "Why, this contract," he said, producing a scroll from out of midair.  "And as you can see, the terms of said contract will be coming to fruition in three months time.  I just needed to make sure that when I come to collect, you will be physically, mentally and emotionally ready for me."  He looked her up and down and grinned like an idiot.

      "I can't even read this.  It's in gibberish.  Is this some kind of Rumpelstiltskin thing?  I don't have a baby on the way or anything like that!  Sorry buddy!" she said backing away from the table.

      "No, no, darling," he said grabbing her wrist, slowly pulling her towards him, his eyes starting to glow with a dull orange haze behind them, "I'm coming for you.  I'm here to help bring you back.  I'm—"

      And then her alarm went off and she woke up in a cold sweat. 

      What the hell was that?

Chapter three

Okay, so that was the weirdest fucking dream ever, Lily thought to herself.  She pulled back the covers that were absolutely covered in cat hair and got up and out of bed.  She looked at herself in the mirror on the bureau and ran the silver brush that her grandmother had given her through her hair.  It was heavy, but the bristles were soft and she loved the contrast of the light silver on her dark, straight hair that had grown down to the small of her back.  She lay the brush down on the dresser and cocked her head looking at her reflection.  Her eyes were so brown that you could barely see her pupils and they looked rather exotic with her pale skin.  She had no eyelashes to speak of and her eyebrows had seen better days, but she still thought they had a nice shape to them.  She liked her face even if other people her age didn't and at times when she was bored would stare at it up close in the mirror quite a bit.  It helped her with her drawing. 

      She had full pouty lips that her sister, Dee, told her she got from complaining so much and a heart-shaped face that had filled out a bit more than she would have liked.  Senior year hadn't exactly been kind to Lily.  Most days she thought she looked pretty good, but some of the girls at school had been rather rude to her.  One guy made a comment when she came back from summer vacation at the beginning of the year that she finally made his "T&A Radar."  He was a dickbag. 

She threw on some jeans and a black t-shirt and made her way down the hall to the kitchen.  Her dad had already left for the morning and her mom was in the backyard feeding the dogs.  Josie sat at the table eating a bowl of cereal that she had poured herself, as evidenced by the bits of cereal strewn across the counters and floor. 

      "Why don't you ever wear dresses like Dee does?" the small girl asked between giant bites.  Her Barbie backpack was at her feet, ready for when she walked down to the bus stop.

      "Well," Lily patiently explained, "I don't really like what comes with wearing them.  You have to worry about how you sit and if it starts bunching up in the back, and it's just an overall pain in the a— butt." 

      "Oh," she said chomping away, "Okay then."

      Lily grabbed a breakfast bar from the cupboard and started heading for the door when she ran into Dee in the hallway—and she looked a hot mess. 

      "Holy crap!" Lily exclaimed.  "Mom is so not letting you leave the house like that!"

      "What?  It's just jeans and a t-shirt," she said.  "You're wearing practically the same thing."

      "Uh, yeah, but mine doesn't have slits all down the front of the shirt or down the side of the pants!  You might as well have a flashing arrow sign over your ass that says 'Eat at Dee's...Ass'!  Ha-ha!" she exclaimed, letting her laughter peter out after realizing how stupid it sounded out loud. She wished she could have a do-over for that would-be burn.

      "Yeah, that was totally funny," Dee said rolling her eyes.  "But I'm out right now to the bus stop before Mom gets in here, so peace out, puta!"  And she strolled out the door.

      Who the hell says "peace out” anymore, she thought to herself. What a loser.  

*****

      Lily walked to school by herself like she did nearly everyday.  She lived pretty close to school and there was a nice little bike trail that ran along the canal that she could take most of the way.  It was usually pretty deserted, so it was a relaxing change of pace from being at home or at school.  She liked her alone time.  So of course Matt Olsen from down the street decided to catch up and walk with her. 

      Lily had known Matt and his family ever since her family had moved to Archer when she was in elementary school. She and Matt were in the same grade, but didn't have very many classes together because he wasn't all that bright.  Lily wasn't an elitist or anything, but she was a smart cookie and was in almost all advanced classes.  (Except math.  Fuck math.)  Matt had always walked with Lily to school when they first started high school, but after he joined the football team, their appearances together had tapered off.  He liked her company, but he didn't want to lose the little social standing that he did have.  It was a "You understand, right?" situation.  It was shitty, but she understood.  She had never been interested in him in any kind of romantic fashion, but with his light brown hair, his bright blue eyes and his athletic build, she could see how most girls would be into that.

      "Hey there, Tiger Lily!" he said clasping a firm hand on her shoulder.

      "Hey, hey," she responded in a deadpan manner, "What's up?"

      "Did you catch that party over at Kent's house last night?  There was some crazy shit that went down there!"

      "Nope," she replied with her eyes darting across the water, "Not unless by 'catching' it you mean to ask 'Did it keep you up while you were trying to sleep because no one invited you?'  Then, yeah, I 'caught' it."

      "Lily!  Why didn't you come over?  It was hella tight!  Elle Fisher got so drunk that she flashed everyone her tits and threw up in Kent's pool!"

      "Damn, sorry to have missed that.”  The sarcasm went right over his head. “Who's Kent again?" 

      "It's okay, Tiger Lily.  I'll make sure you get into the next one.  Just hit me up!  And you know Kent.  Kent Villasenor.  His brother is Marco!"  His excitement trailed off as he saw she wasn't interested.  "Is it the 'Tiger Lily' thing again?  I can't help it!  I've been calling you that forever and I know it's not your favorite, but I just can't stop!  Forgive me?"

      "It's not that," she sighed.  "Although that is irritating... I just had some really weird dreams last night that I can't quite shake."

      "You dreamin' about me again?" he said jokingly.  "I know it's hard to resist the Olsenator! Ha-ha!"

      "Oh yeah, you know it!" she laughed.  "But seriously, it was the weirdest thing.  I was having a dream about... Uh... Let's just say a dream of an intimate nature, when all of a sudden this guy stops the whole thing and says that my name isn't spelled right and that we have a contract.  And, I mean, I don't recognize this guy from anything; not from a movie or school or a damn park bench.  And he hands me this contract that we 'have together' and I can't read it at all.  But the whole thing felt so real.  And before he could explain what it was about, I woke up.  What the hell does that mean?"  She looked him in the eyes for the first time in a very long time and stopped walking.

      "Hmmm.  I dunno, Tiger Lily.  Have you ever seen that episode of that old animated Batman show where the Scarecrow has him trapped in a dream, but he doesn't know he's in a dream, but then he figures it out because everything he tries to read is bullshit because your brain can't process writing in a dream?  Maybe it's like that!  Maybe you couldn't read it because it was your brain's way of saying 'Chill out, this is just a dream!'" 

      "Yeah, I don't think it works like that," she said skeptically.

      "Uh, yeah!  If it was on Batman, it's gotta be true!"  He smiled, grabbed her hand and drug her along the path.  "Come on, we don't wanna be late for class.  It'll be okay."

      And they walked hand in hand down the canal trail—until they got to the main road where people would actually see them.  Always the charmer, that Matt.

Chapter four

As always, school was pretty uneventful, but at least it was Friday.  She went to class, she drew some girl in a Catholic school girl uniform in her journal at lunch, she stopped paying attention in math allowing her to write a racy poem about the good part of her Chad dream from the night before and she was able to avoid her brother, Joe, pretty much the whole day. 

      It was weird having a sibling attend high school with you.  It seems like before they get there you can fuck around and say or do whatever you want, but afterwards you have to censor yourself somewhat so that they don't see you do something stupid and report back home about it.  It wasn't that Joe would for sure do that, it's just that she didn't want to take the chance.

      Walking to fourth period she passed her baby brother up in the hall and they nodded in acknowledgment that they each saw the other.  That was about the only contact they had most days.  As mentioned before, they weren't very close.

      Lily sat down in her assigned seat behind Chad in Music Appreciation.  This was only one of two classes that they had together and she was almost certain that if the seating were not assigned that he would not be sitting there.  She would daze off at times and just smell his hair.  He wasn't one of the popular kids, but he sure thought that he was.  He had daring red hair, freckles on his face and arms, and gorgeous green eyes.  He was nice enough to her at times, enough to make her fall head over heels for him, but he made it very clear that he was too good for her.  He told her that he "didn't date thick girls" and that "he preferred blondes" and a whole bunch of other things that made her feel really great about herself.  Her journal was filled with poems about him and his stupid green eyes.  She once got up the courage to tell him how she felt junior year and he totally blew her off.  It wasn't like there was anyone else that she had anything in common with at the small town school they attended.

Archer High was in a town so small that kids would go to the car wash to have fun.  Archer was a small commuter town in the Central Valley.  A lot of people moved there from San Jose and it was a farming community with lots of immigrant workers, so there was a high Hispanic population and not a whole lot of anything else.  She and her family had lived in Archer for several years now and although she had learned a great deal of Spanish and did her best to fit in, she still felt like an outsider. Lily was without a doubt the whitest kid in school, female or otherwise, so she got a lot of cracks made about how pale her skin was and how she “needed to go outside” and of course remarks about her "Lily white ass."  It was good times at Archer High.

      "Hey Lily," Chad said as he turned to face her.  "Do you know what date the final is? I need to re-watch pretty much all the movies from the last week."

      "Um, yeah.  It's in two weeks," she said nervously.  "If you want you can come over to my place and watch them.  My parents are music fanatics, so we have all of those movies already."

      He looked around to make sure no one had heard that and then replied, "Uh, well the thing about that is... Honestly, it doesn't sound like a very good idea.  I mean, could I borrow them from you?  That would be cool."

      Wow, okay.  Wasn't expecting him to be that blunt, she thought to herself.  "Sorry, my dad doesn't lend out his DVDs to anyone."  And she went back to writing in her notebook until he turned around again.  I can't believe I'm still not over this asshole.

*****

      Sixth period gym really wasn't a whole hell of a lot better.  Of course the other class that Lily had with Chad was gym, a class where she had to wear baggy clothes and show off how completely uncoordinated she was.  Luckily their school was so overcrowded that she was almost able to just blend in with everyone else amid the sea of gray and black gym clothes, but the bitch goddess of humiliation was ready to pick her out of a crowd. 

      She had just been assigned to a volleyball team and was picked to be the first one to serve the ball.  So of course she tossed the ball in the air, went to spike it and ended up spiking it at her own damn feet and tripping over the ball.  "Accident prone" was a phrase that was commonly used in the Truman household, and most of the time it was referring to Lily.  She fell on her ass in front of everyone and managed to injure her arm in the process.

      "Oh damn!  Are you okay, chica?" asked a handsome young man in a basketball jersey.  She couldn't remember seeing him around before, but was grateful that there was actually someone nice who was willing to help her up.  "Here, I've gotcha," he said in a soothing voice while he helped her up off the ground.

      "Thanks, uh…" she said still in shock from falling.  "What was your name again?"

      "Awww really?" he asked in a playful tone.  "Kent?  The guy who lives across the street from you?  I know it's been a while 'cause I just got back from building houses in Guadalajara with my church, but dang girl!"

      "Sorry," she blushed, "I guess I'm just in the house a lot.  I'm Lily by the way."

      "Ha-ha, yeah, I know.  You're like the only white girl up in here, so it's pretty easy to remember," he laughed. "Let's go up to the office and get you some ice.  That arm looks pretty swollen."

      So they went up to the front office and iced her arm then headed back to the gym.

      "Feeling a little better?" he asked.

      "Yeah," she said.  "I think I hurt my pride more than anything else.  You know how it is."

      "Nope, not really," he laughed.  "But it’s cool.  I'm a fuckin' ninja on the court!"  And he gently made contact by putting his hand on her shoulder, which didn't go unnoticed.

      "Sorry," she said brushing his arm away, "It's been a really weird few hours.  I don't know if you know how it feels to actually doubt yourself, but that's where I'm at right now.  Wrong place, wrong guy, wrong me..." she trailed off.

      "Now that I can feel ya on!  There's lots of times when I'm not sure of myself.  But I look within and I look above and God shows me the path to glory—on and off the court!" he smiled, pantomiming the whole thing.

      "Ah, well, uh, that's cool," she said treading lightly.  "I don't exactly do the whole 'God' thing, but to each their own.  I guess I just don't really like who I am lately.  Even my dreams are trying to tell me that something needs to change.  I just don't know what.  Damn, I don't know why I'm telling you all this.  I guess you just seem like a good listener."  She looked into his dark brown eyes as she said the last part.  He was incredibly attractive and looked as though someone had pulled an Aztec warrior through time and dressed him in a basketball uniform.  He had an ear pierced and a ponytail.  Not exactly her type, but as of late she was starting to wonder if she even had a type.

      "Well, it's okay about the 'whole God thing' as you say," he smiled.  "I'd like to think that God loves you even if you may not, uh, see eye to eye with him.  It's the kind of person that you are that matters.  And yes, I am an excellent listener.  Or so they say!"  Damn, he's charming!  Why is this guy even giving me the time of day?  Is he trying to impress someone?  "What is it that you want to change?  Even making small changes helps out the big picture." She noticed that his hand had found its way back to her shoulder.

      "I don't know... I mean, I have to change the kind of asshole guys that I'm interested in, I need to be more outgoing and less socially awkward, and it would be nice to lose this extra weight that I gained before I head off to college next year.  They say that you gain even more weight there and that doesn't exactly sound appealing."

      "I see," he said in a super sensitive tone.  "I don't know about the guy stuff—Not that you aren't attractive, it's just that I already have a girlfriend—"  Of course you do.  "But I am a pretty good personal trainer.  I've helped a lot of guys on the team bulk up or trim down over the years.  If you want we could meet after my practices a few days a week and I could train you."

      She looked at him quizzically and cocked her head to the side.  "That would be great, but why would you do that for me?  You barely know me."

      "Truth be told, I'd have something to gain from it too," he said steadily.  Ah, I knew there was a catch.  Always a catch.  "I kind of did some stupid stuff a few months ago with some of my friends involving a car that wasn't exactly what you would call legal... So, I've gotta do a ton of community service.  The thing that I did with my church a few weeks ago took off a big chunk of it, but I still have about 200 hours left.  If you'd sign off on my paper every week with a gym teacher, I'd appreciate it," he said sheepishly.

      "Oh..." she said kind of shocked.  "Yeah, I mean, I guess that would be cool.  It sounds like a win-win situation there.  I'd be down.  When would you wanna start?"

      "Let's see... How about next week?  We could do Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at around four-thirty?"

      "Yeah, that would be awesome," she smiled.  She looked around and realized they had made it back to the gym a while ago.  "I guess we should get back to class, though.  I will see you here on Monday then!"

      "Awesome!  I will see you then!"

      And she sat on the bleachers waiting for class to finish, looking over at Kent every few minutes to see if he might possibly be looking at her.  He wasn't, but that was okay.  It was a step in the right direction towards making some changes.  If only she knew how big.

Chapter five

"Ah!  There you are, my dear!  I was worried that you'd never fall asleep!" said the mystery man from her last dream.  He stood before her wearing a boy's private school uniform: a crisp, sky blue blazer with an embroidered emblem on the breast pocket, khakis that had been pressed and a navy blue bow tie—because bow ties are cool. 

      I have got to cut down on the late night manga reading, she thought to herself. 

      "Yes," he replied to her unspoken statement, "you really should.  This whole schoolboy thing is all very interesting though.  I was very curious as to what 'does it for you' nowadays.  I could see this one going a few different ways!"

      "Gah!  Stop doing that!" she yelled pointing a finger at him, then looked down only to find that she was wearing a Japanese schoolgirl uniform: sailor top with a large red scarf under the collar, along with a pleated navy skirt and knee high socks.  "Ahh, what the fuck is this?" she asked spreading her hands around the length of her body, clearly irritated.  In the distance a bird chirped in a tree on the far side of the schoolyard where they stood.

"This is your dream, little one, not mine," he said jovially.  "Anything that goes on in here is in your hands... to an extent."

      "Okay then," she told him.  "Then would you mind telling me what the hell is going on?  You are obviously the same guy from my last fucked up dream, so who are you?  Are you some kind of ghost of a dead pedophile relative that I never met or something?"

      "A ghost?  Me?" he laughed at the notion.  "Good God, no!  Only people who are dead can come to you as ghosts.  I can't die!  Silly child!  You really don't remember me do you?"

      "Wait, what?  I don't even know your name!  And what do you mean you can't die?  Everyone dies.  Even weird-ass hallucinations that appear in my dreams.  At least I'd think they would..." she said getting lost a little too deep in thought.  "So come clean!  Who are you?"

      "I can't believe you don't remember your dear, dear Ash," he said walking towards her slowly.  He grabbed her left hand and planted a kiss on it.  She thought it burned for a second, but she shook the thought away as soon as it entered her mind.  He picked up her hands and examined them closely.  "Soft and delicate, just like your old ones, " he told her.  "And I'm glad to see there isn't anything resembling a wedding ring or anything of the sort."

      "Uh, I'm not even legal yet.  And why would I be dreaming about some creepy older guy kissing my hand and talking about marriage?" she said pulling her hands back to her sides. 

      "Ha.  No idea.  Maybe you're just a desperate virgin with daddy issues," he said with a lot less charm than he had put in his last few statements.  "But really, we do have lots to talk about.  So let's have a seat under that birch tree there and chat.  Come along!"

      He walked over to a small stone bench in the corner of the yard and she cautiously followed and had a seat.  She stared at him with one eyebrow raised and crossed her legs since she remembered she was wearing a skirt.  Ash, she thought, that sounds familiar... But that's the name of a few of my favorite characters from different things... My brain has a weird way of trying to send me signals...

      "I assure you," he said sternly, "I'm not a figment of your imagination."

      "How do you keep doing that?  Reading my thoughts I mean?"

      "Well, it's actually quite easy when one is in a dream state.  The thoughts that one has in a dream are projected much more clearly and when that happens it's quite easy to read them.  They're practically palpable things in here.  But that's something waiting for you in a far more advanced portion of your training.  For now, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?" he asked her, crossing his legs and resting both hands on his knees.

      "Yeah, okay.  Sure.  Training.  Let me guess.  You're going to tell me I'm a witch!  Or—Or, no!  I'm a warrior princess and the last hope of a dying people in a faraway land!  Or I'm an alien and so are you and we are the last of our kind and we have to mate to keep the species alive! Or maybe—”

      "Alright, that's enough," he said stoically.  "And, yes, this is going to be the part in the terrible melodrama that is your life where the heroine gets to have the plot to the movie spoon-fed to her.  But you aren't a heroine by any means, and unfortunately this isn't the cinema."

      "Fine then," she said sarcastically.  "Blow my mind!  Bring it on you Don Juan Triumphant looking asshat!"

      "'Kay," he said taking her hand and invading her personal space bubble.  "You are mine.  Or at least you will be. Again."

      "Oh really?  And who decided that?" she asked not backing off.

      "You did, love."

      "I seriously doubt that," she scoffed. 

      "No, really.  It's all here in the contract that you drafted and signed," and he pulled the scroll from the other night out of his jacket pocket.  "See?" he asked unrolling the parchment.

      "Yeah, I can't read that.  My friend told me it's some dream restriction that my brain sets up to let me know that it's a dream."

      "Your friend sounds like a bit of an idiot," he told her.  "Here, let's try this."  And he put his finger to her pursed lips and then tapped the parchment with his finger.  The ink all ran towards the middle of the scroll and within seconds dispersed itself back throughout the document—this time in English—and extended it towards her to read. "There we go.  Sorry about that, I forgot how long it's been for you."

      "'I, Lilith, being of sound state and mind, as witnessed by my espoused, Asmodeus, do hearby swear to serve my full sentence for the crimes which have been committed against God and humanity for a period of five hundred years.'  Seriously?  'God and humanity?’  Who's the dramatic one here?  I—"

      "Dammit, girl!  Just keep reading," he sighed.

      "'Once said period has ended I shall be released to the custody of my aforementioned espoused after completing an eighteen year probationary period in an attempt to readjust my views on the plight that is the human condition.  Upon completion of said probationary period, all abilities and belongings shall be returned to my person and I shall be allowed to continue my duties as a functioning member of...'  You've gotta be shitting me.  No way.  No fucking way!"

      "Read it," he told her.

      "Oh I read it!  But you've got another thing coming if you think I'm buyin' it!" she said dropping the scroll to the ground.

      "You don't have to 'buy' anything.  It will all come back to you soon, anyway.  I'm just here to ease you into the transition," he said inching closer to her on the bench.

      "So you're telling me that I'm an angel? Or, I guess, an archangel?  I'm assuming that's what it meant by 'God's wayward militant forces,' right?"

      "Oh my poor Lili," he said brushing a small strand of hair from her cheek with a strong yet delicate hand.  "You'll always be my angel.  But I'm afraid what we are doesn't exactly fall into that category; hence the word ‘wayward’ in that phrase.  And while I did so ache for your body all these years, this new one is quite fitting.  It's so deliciously young and distracting."  He placed a hand on her knee as he spoke and she felt it move farther and farther up her thigh.  "It will help us to carry out our work much more efficiently than your last one, as charming as it was."

      "Y—You are," she said tripping over her words, "really starting to freak me out, you jerk!  I'd really like to wake up now!" 

      "I bet you would, but we aren't done talking yet," he smirked at her. "And please, 'jerk' is so formal!  Call me Ash.  I'd love to hear my name on those pretty lips of yours."  He ran his tongue across his lips as she pushed his hand off of her leg and stood up quickly.

      "Fuck you, dickweed!  That's not happening!  If you're so concerned about us talking, then fucking talk!  And make it fast!" she yelled.

      "Fine.  You're a demon.  Or to be more specific, a succubus.  You are basically God's dirty little...Well, whatever He wants you to be at the time I suppose," he laughed.  "And He doesn't really like to make that common knowledge, so until you are completely you again, I'm the middleman.  Kind of a father figure and fuck-buddy all rolled in one!"

      "A succubus?  Uh-huh.  I see," she said in a dry tone, beginning to pace back and forth.  "Like those scantily clad winged creatures with bird feet in comics and video games?  And God wants me to go around fucking people to spread 'His word' too, I suppose?  What the hell is wrong with my thought process?  Perhaps I need to get some professional help."

      "Well, not exactly," he said getting up to pace with her, ignoring her last comment. "We are needed on occasion to test the wills of the impure, to rid the world of the truly twisted among humanity, to spread a little seed where it's needed and sometimes just to fuck with people when we're off duty.  It has its perks!"

      "Uh-huh... So do I get a whip and a dungeon of my very own to call home once I turn eighteen?  Or do I just automatically sprout horns and a tail and do whatever it is that you say?"

      "You know, I'm starting to think that you aren't taking this seriously," he said stopping abruptly at her heels causing her to lose her balance and topple over, grabbing the bench seat for support.  A stream of faint orange sparks came forth from his gloved fingertips which he directed at her extremities. 

      Her hands and feet glowed a soft orange as well.  She tried to pick them up but they were glued to the spot. 

      "What the hell?" she screamed behind her.  "Totally unacceptable!"  She squirmed as hard as she could, but only found that she was making her backside more appealing than anything else. 

      "Ah, see?" Ash said in a satin laced tone.  "You are still as cute as ever—especially when you try to escape my clutches.  Seems like a reoccurring theme with you, my love."  He took off his gloves one finger at a time.  "I do so love this outfit that you chose.  It's extremely appropriate.  After all, you were a bad, bad girl.  Maybe it's time that I give you a little punishment."  He pushed her skirt up over her back, exposing her panties.  "Oh my, white cotton.  I should have guessed.  So clichéd."  He took one glove and smacked her backside as hard as he possibly could. 

      "Ouch!" she yelped.  "What are those made of?  That hurt like a bitch!  Will you stop it now?  I'll listen to your crazy story.  I promise.  Just let me up!"  He could hear the fear building in her voice.

      "If you must know they are lambskin.  Soft to the touch, but each one has some weight to it."  He smacked her again to show he was serious and to draw another less tepid sound from the back of her throat.  "You know, my dear Lilith, when the contract becomes valid, and you're released into my custody, do you know the first thing I will do?"  She let a tiny squeak escape her mouth as she felt him grab a handful of flesh above the top of her thigh through the soft, white cotton.  She froze with fear and anticipation.

      "I don't suppose it involves letting me live my life in peace and harmony?" she cried softly, her breath coming faster and harder from her heaving chest.

      He laughed again and lightly spanked her ass with his bare hand.  It stung and was distinctly cold to the touch.  This time she knew she hadn't imagined it.  She looked over her left shoulder to see what he was up to, but he was nowhere in sight.  She turned to look over her right shoulder and gasped at the sight before her eyes.  There he was in front of her, in his crisp blue blazer with his cock fully erect and right in her face.  She had never actually seen one before in person.  I suppose I'm not really seeing one in person right now, either though, she thought to herself.

      "My God, you think entirely too much, girl," he exclaimed.  "Do you like it?  Is it everything you dreamed of and more?  I know it's only six inches, but ten is just showing off, don't you think?"

      She looked up at him with large brown eyes and a shocked expression.

      "Get that away from me," she said quietly, somewhat mesmerized.

      "You know, if you really didn't want it, you would have looked away a lot sooner," he said looking down at her tenderly picking up her chin in one hand and his cock in the other.  He rested his thumb on her full lips and was positioning himself closer to them when he heard her sigh softly.  It was as though a switch went off inside of him. 

      He slapped her hard in the face and left a huge red mark on her cheek.  He zipped up his khakis and backed away slowly, releasing the bindings on her hands and feet.

      "The first thing I will do," he said pawing his hands over his face and smoothing back his dark hair, "is rob you of this body's very obvious virginity, and leave you to think about the personal hell that you put me through for the better part of a millennia as my seed runs hot down your bowed legs.  That is what I will do with you, Lilith!  Count on it!" 

      And with that he turned his back to her and stormed out of the courtyard causing a flock of birds to disperse in his wake.  He slammed the heavy door and as the sound reverberated through the corridor she was immersed in a bright white light.

*****

      She woke up clutching the pillow as the blinding sunlight disturbed her Saturday morning ritual of sleeping in until noon. She groaned and rolled over forcing Mesmer off of the bed.

      "Ugh... No rest for the wicked.  Eh, Mesmer?" she said throwing the covers to the floor. 

      She yawned and stretched and reached for the brush on her desk, when she suddenly noticed her reflection in the mirror.

      "I—I must have slept a little strangely," she said, slowly putting her hand to her cheek.  "That's gotta be it."

      And as she let her arm fall to her side she saw that the red mark on her face was something too bright and painful to be left by her pillow.