author's note: If you want to read more about Allison's previous adventures (although I do explain it some during this first story) check out the series "Poker Loser" in my bio, it's kind of a prologue to this novel/novella.
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Allison sat looking in her mirror, waiting for Roger to pick her up. He would be her first real date since two months ago when she'd been pretty much blackmailed into "dates" with a guy named Todd who basically took the opportunity to use her body as his personal sex toy. After that, she hadn't really felt like going out with anyone for awhile, she'd been too confused about everything that had happened - especially her own passionate responses to some of the situations he'd put her in. Two months of summer spent mooning around the house, going shopping and to restaurants with her girlfriends... and not really having any desire to see a guy... well, to be honest with herself she hadn't had any real desire to see any guy except Todd. Considering what he'd put her through, she had struggled with those feelings, and had avidly avoided any circumstances where she might run into him again. She didn't know what she'd say to him, and she had a rather foreboding feeling that if he asked her to come home with him, she might not be able to make herself say no.
Unable to destroy the tape he'd made of the first time he'd taken her, she had it hidden under her bed and she still took it out from time to time to watch it and masturbate. Obviously, this wasn't healthy behavior, but sometimes it was all that really fulfilled her. A couple times over the summer, at parties, she'd made out with guys who normally would have disgusted her with their pushy, offensive behavior. Instead, she had found it almost a turn on as they'd slobbered over her, faint feelings of excitement stirring as they'd pushed their bodies onto hers, reminding her of the revulsion and anticipation that Todd had been capable of stirring her to. It was after those encounters that she desperately needed the fulfillment masturbating to that tape gave her... sometimes she even wished that he had videotaped everything he'd had her do - the exhibitionism at his office, the night he'd punished her, the group orgy, and especially their last night together when she'd been a willing and eager participant... she could probably do without the threesome between them and her cousin, but she even kinda missed that. Sick and wrong of her, perhaps, and she felt dirty and ashamed of herself when those thoughts ran through her head... but there it was. Nothing she'd tried had done anything about it.
Sighing, she tossed her brown curls around her head, looking critically at the way they fell about her shoulders. Todd had loved her curls. Gritting her teeth, she applied mascara to the heavy lashes that surrounded her hazel eyes, she wasn't going to think about Todd tonight. She was going on her second date with Roger, a guy her friends had set her up with when they started getting worried about her lack of male companionship. None of them knew anything about Todd of course, they wouldn't understand at all. Besides, probably none of them even knew who he was, Allison was the only one who had ever bothered going to frat parties and meeting people outside their social strata - not that she'd ever dated them. Her closest friends were more snobby than she had been, but she was starting to get some new friends now. Girls who walked a little bit more on the wild side, and who came from many different walks of life. One of them, Diane, was fast becoming Allison's closest friend, a couple times she'd almost confessed every one of her dirty little secrets to her. Diane was not only easy to talk to, she was very open about her own sexual preferences and explorations, and Allison felt that she might really be able to understand some of the urges that haunted her. And that Diane would accept Allison's urges and not think worse of her for them.
Finishing up her make-up, Allison stood and smoothed the little black dress she was wearing over her lithe body. It hugged her curves, but without being too tight, and the dipping neckline showed just a hint of her cleavage, when she walked the springy skirt would swirl around her thighs. Classy, elegant, and very sexy, she was determined to enjoy herself. Roger would be picking her up to go to dinner and then dancing at his father's country club. Definitely within her social strata, her and Roger's fathers worked together although they weren't exactly close friends or anything. According to her friends, Roger was the perfect guy for her... tall, handsome, strong, charming, perfect manners, with a very sweet and romantic side, he was everything she'd always thought she'd wanted. Hearing the doorbell, she walked downstairs as her father's voice drifted up, greeting Roger. His white, even smile beamed up at her as she descended the staircase, and in her head she mentally corrected herself: He was everything she'd always wanted.
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Exactly 6 feet tall, her head was just at his shoulder as they walked through the restaurant, they made a handsome couple. Her brunette head to his dirty blonde, hazel eyes to green, and her curvy slim figure against his handsomely muscled one. Last week she'd found out that he had a personal trainer, which was what accounted for his impressive physique, when he'd been in prep school he'd played football and been on the track team but he didn't have time for that now. Working with his father, he was learning the ways of business, with a guaranteed spot in the company when he finished his degree in a year.
As he pulled out the chair for her, she smiled and thanked him as she sat; he had all the makings of a 1950's gentleman when it came to treating a lady right. No wonder her friends had thought he'd be perfect for her. Still, there was no flash, no excitement throughout the dinner... just chatting and casual jokes, his slight flirtations as he caressed her hand or said something just barely suggestive. All in all, she found him rather... well, dull. There was nothing interesting about his life really, it was the same one she had already led, with a secured future and money. Nothing wrong with that... just... firmly she told herself to keep her mind on where she was now and looked at him attentively as he told her all about his previous summer's trip to Greece.
Dancing was better, when they got there, he couldn't talk. It wasn't that he was boring exactly, but she already knew everything he was saying. Most of the places he'd been to was places she'd already been or her friends had and told her about, his job was very similar to her father's and she heard about that every night at the dinner table, and his interests were the same as all his peers. In other words, the same golfing, social events and parties as every other guy she'd dated. But he was a good dancer, and as he flung her around the dance floor she found herself having a lot of fun, laughing as he mimicked a tango move. Breathless, she was pressed against him for a slower song, it was really supposed to be a waltz but he was holding her much too closely.
