Just looking at Heidi, you could tell that she was a freak. The looks she gave. The way she always participated in "underwear on the outside" day. The way she'd suck on your fingers if your hand somehow ended up near her.
She wasn't my type, though. I've never known measurements beyond "not enough" "too much" or "just right," and Heidi was just a little too far on the "too much" side around the waist so that sometimes she managed to look sexy through pushup bras and flaring skirts that gave her figure an artificial hour-glass shape, but most of the time she wore loose dresses that made her look just plain.
"You have a cute nose," she said to me once. "It's round, like a cherry."
"And yours is straight, what they call aquiline. That's how vampire noses look, according to Bram Stoker," I replied. "Are you going to suck my blood, Heidi?"
She'd laughed and bit her finger, but that look she gave me—a steady green gaze held above a white-toothed smirk—gave me the word "maybe" as an answer.
It was a year later that I found myself at her apartment with friends. We'd all finished college and worked at our various companies (I was in marketing, but most others were salesmen). Heidi hadn't told me what she did for a living, and when it was time to go she beckoned me into her bedroom, saying she had something to show me.
It was a hook and pulley chained to the ceiling at the foot of the bed, with a heavy leather belt, a small (about two foot) baseball bat, and a pair of hand cuffs on the bed itself.
"If you're trying to seduce me, then it won't work," I said. "Crystal is much sexier than you."
"If that's the case," Heidi said in an angry voice, and with her thick brown eyebrows furrowed. "Then you can just turn around and walk out."
"Hey, sorry, but you know me, I just don't cheat on my women," I lied. Then I turned around, sorry to not have the sex, but consoling myself with the fact that it was sex with Heidi that I wasn't having. She really wasn't attractive enough.
No sooner had I turned my back then I heard a thud near the bed like somebody had stepped over there in a hurry then I heard a thud on the side of my head as the baseball bat struck it. A pain in my shoulders and wrists told me that someone was pulling me up by handcuffs.
Heidi had put on some Lil' Kim to drown out the sounds. I could barely hear the electric motor in the pulley. The most obvious difference, though, was that the lights were completely off in the room aside from the red one on the pulley. By the time I had moved my shoulders into a more comfortable position, the pulley had me on my toes.
"Well, this is new," I said.
A hand grabbed my crotch. My growing bulge made me acutely aware that my clothes were still on. Heidi stood behind me, and her right hand, coming around my hip, began to rub up and down.
"Mmm. Keep rubbing. You just might get something."
She stopped. Her right hand disappeared. Her left squeezed my balls hard until I grunted, and her right came back to knock me upside the head with the belt wrapped around her fist.
"Crystal is sexier than me, is she?"
"She doesn't need to stay in the dark, if that's what you mean."
"Does she get as wet as me?" I heard cloth moving on skin. "Because I've been thinking about this all day. Here, have a taste." So saying, Heidi stuffed balled-up cloth in my mouth and duct taped it there, gagging me. The cloth tasted like pussy, and I knew in a moment that it was her panties. The word "naked" came into my head. Bulge turned into rod, and rod turned into full wood.
I heard her unravel the belt from her fist. She brought my pants all the way down to my ankles, and gave me 10 hard spanks with the belt. I grunted at the last two. She stepped close to me and lifted my shirt so that I could feel her bare breasts against my back. Left hand went around my waist, right—with the belt still in it—grabbed my cock hard like it was some kind of handle.
"Do you want me, Daniel?" she whispered in my ear. "Do you want to fuck me?"
