Author's Note: The cast members of this fantasy tale are all beyond their eighteenth birthday. The males are simply aroused guys who fall prey to the seductive, cock-teasing main female character. If you prefer your men strong and your females vulnerable, then this is probably not your thing. I'm just having fun writing. I hope some of you enjoy.
MZ EROTIQUE Goes Shopping
It's quite a slow day at the exotic car dealership. Mondays are often that way, especially when the sun is bright and the surf is up. The four sales associates and their general manager often peer out longingly at the distant beach and then indifferently back at the clock. It's still late morning so they try to keep themselves busy with paperwork from the past week. A few have messages and leads to follow but none have appointments for today. Activity will most certainly pick up tomorrow as several new models have hit the showroom floor over the weekend...
...the first to spot the limo pull into the customer service parking area gives out a low whistle. "Hey guys," he calls across the office, "Check this out." Heads are raised and a buzz permeates the air. The sight of a limo is not unusually here, considering the line of vehicles they carry. However, this one is certainly out of the ordinary. Unlike the typical "long black beast" what comes to a halt at the curb is a super stretch, pure white crystalized beauty with gold wheels and trim. Instinctively the gang (excepting the GM) begins to gather at the glass entry in mutually understood curiosity. They're all keen on serving the ultra-rich guy who is inside this over-the-top million dollar rolling palace.
The handsome, buff uniformed chauffer hops out, rounds the front and stands at rigid attention as the custom side door slides open. The guys get a glimpse of the blood red interior causing more low whistles and snappy comments. Then a male steps out. He's short, gray-haired, a little pudgy and quite elderly. No one recognizes him but they all sense he's not the exotic car type. A few moments pass as the driver moves closer offering up a hand towards the interior. The showroom goes eerily silent as the four males are completely overwhelmed by the ensuing feminine vision. Unbeknownst to each other they all touch themselves.
SHE is divine...indeed, beyond divine. The stupendous amazon extends upward to HER full, glorious height nearly dwarfing the tall chauffer. Everyone's manhood comes alive as the instantly horny males are set ablaze with craven lust. The light breeze swirls HER billowing silver blonde tresses which cascade down well below a wasp thin waist. As this smoldering hottie arches HER back to toss the luxurious mane from side to side HER enormous breasts sway in mouthwatering unison. A chorus of moans fills the air inside the building. SHE slides HER hand out of the chauffer's and continues its movement downward over his groin and then an index finger trails slowly back up. The male simply melts to his knees as SHE pivots gracefully around. Laser beams of sunlight reflect off the metallic, deep pink surface of HER skin-fit catsuit. Moans intensify among the onlookers as a comely, curvaceous ass comes into view.
Extending a bare, bronze-toned arm backward, a gloved hand comes to rest on the top of HER driver's head. Compliantly he leans up and for a moment his face disappears into the chasm between HER delicious ass globes. Meanwhile with the other arm and a flick of fingers SHE brings the old man close behind HER. Then the most unlikely of couples approaches the dealership entrance.
HER gait is that of a runway model, smooth yet exaggerated, with vigorously swinging arms, provocatively pounding hips and legs that powerfully cross far in front of one another. Every measured stride oozes with fetish fashion elegance and sexual superiority. Inside, the salesforce scurries to open the double doors. Immediately the sound of extreme high heels striking the pavement enters their ears and an intoxicating fragrance floats in the air. The presence of this blonde bombshell stymies male speech as they can only stare dumbstruck. SHE gives the group a seductive smile as they drink in the bodacious perfection that SHE knows SHE is.
"HELL-OHH ALL YOU HANDSOME DARLINGS," SHE pronounces, gaze darting from one male to the next. What they see is a twenty-something with a drop-dead gorgeous face; sleek classically tapered cheeks, lush lips that are frosted and full, and sparkling azure eyes made up dark and stylish. Stopping amongst the quartet, SHE slides a burgundy snakeskin glove onto a out-thrust hip and gives them a "look at me" pose. They do, uncontrollably.
"I AM VERONIKA EROTIQUE," the colossally built bitch-goddess proclaims, allowing all to watch HER hands glide ever so slowly, ever so suggestively down HER sweeping curves, adding "BUT YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MZ EROTIQUE." Slightly raising one of HER platform ankle boots, SHE cracks the tip of a towering stiletto sharply on the marble floor The reverberating sound shocks HER dazed audience out of their ogling.
"AND THIS," MZ. E continues, glancing back around HER bulging triceps to the 70ish man cowering in HER shadow, "IS MY NEW HUBBIE. HE WAS SO SWEET TO GIVE ME A PERSONAL LIMO AS ONE OF MY WEDDING GIFTS." HER voice falls into a sultry drawl, "LIKE IT, DON'T YOU BOYS?" SHE scans the faces of the males who are now hanging on HER every word. Incoherent mumbles of agreement are emitted, which brings a sly smirk to HER glamorous features.
"SOOO, IT HAS BEEN A WHOLE MONTH ALREADY AND I'M EXPECTING ANOTHER GIFT," SHE states matter-of-factly. The elderly husband blurts out, "Of course, Dearest."
SHE then casts a gaze around the showroom, taking in a half dozen glistening Ferraris, Lambos, and other exotic super cars. "UHHHH...MY... I LIKE WHAT I SEE," SHE gushes, slithering HER body around like a dangerously undulating serpent. A foursome of erections strain against trouser fronts. A very long pink tongue leisurely licks HER top lip and HER come-hither gaze returns to HER audience taking in each expanding groin one by one.
"I'M SURE ONE OF YOU HAS SOMETHING TO SHOW ME... THAT I'LL JUST LOVE." SHE purrs taking a step forward, shaking the sumptuous silver mane across the upper platform of HER latex encased ass. Soft, stifled moans assure HER that anyone from this group of young studs is already HER's for the taking. They will be fun to tease and play with while MZ. E shops. Proceeding to the nearest vehicle SHE hears them stumbling behind and stammering over each other about assisting and helping and such.
In seconds MZ. EROTIQUE arrives at the rear of a shimmering black Lamborghini. Placing the palm of a fingerless driving glove on its tall spoiler, SHE casually runs a long, polished nail along its razor edge. The boys are stunned by the refracted rays from HER astonishingly huge diamond wedding ring. One of them starts to babble about the car, but SHE reaches over and shushes him with a finger to his mouth.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, CUTIE-PIE?"
His wide eyes are unrestrainably focused on the deepest, most tempting cleavage he's ever seen. HER amazingly enhanced tits hover inches from his face; hard, pointed nipples etched into the vibrant pink film that clings like a layer of paint to them. Quite obviously, he's enthralled. SHE moves ever so slightly and HER melons hypnotically glide through his plane of vision. "R, Rex," he manages in a tense, tortured squeak.
"WELLL, R...R...REX," SHE says, mocking him, "I HAVE ONE OF THESE, IN BLOOD RED, IN MY CURRENT COLLECTION." "Oh, oh," the guy whines, void of anything of relevance to say.
Then, unexpectantly MZ. EROTIQUE provocatively tilts HER upper torso back and extends HER arms out to casually drape HER hands over his shoulders. Diamond-laden bracelets jingle as fingers glide along the back of his neck. He noticeable quivers. Three pairs of eyes are cast downward to watch HER brazenly slide one magnificently sculpted leg between his. HER shiny pink thigh presses against its target and SHE coos, "SHOW ME WHAT ELSE YOU HAVE."
Seconds pass in electrified silence before SHE gently shoves the petrified male backwards and gathers up his dangling arm. Pulling him to HER side, SHE guides Rex away. They saunter slowly ahead and towards another elegant machine. MZ EROTIQUE glances back at the trio of young bucks that stumble in HER wake. Each sports a visible lump in their tailored dress slacks. Each has a blank, bewildered look on his cute face as they watch HER spectacular ass sway. SHE knows they are hopelessly aroused. SHE likes that, in fact, SHE expects that from the bedazzled ones. "TAG ALONG MY PETS," they hear HER call out in a playful, yet taunting giggle, "I OFTEN NEED MORE THAN ONE BOY TO SERVE ME." HER docile spouse trails a few steps behind everyone else.
Next MZ. E passes a Rolls Royce Phantom without even a sidewards glance, laughing disdainfully, " NOT THAT." Then suddenly SHE stops and makes a dramatic twirling movement, hair flowing like a silky wave, body a blur of glistening pinkness as if Rex were HER dance partner. SHE shoots one arm into the air and eyes HER male entourage as SHE begins a slow, lewd undulation of HER hourglass figure.
"I AM TOO HOT FOR A ROLLS, AREN'T I?" and with that taunting question SHE slithers a hip onto Rex's swollen groin. Pivoting rhythmically, HER tempting rear cleavage finds and captures his hard-on. Bending HER knees, SHE grinds suggestively around. The mumbled responses to HER inquiry are merely affirmative groans as they jealously observe their fellow sales associate being shamelessly aroused.
"UHH, I NEED SOMETHING SEXY...LIKE ME!" HER voice is a velvety growl as MZ. EROTIQUE reaches out and pulls another guy into HER writhing curves. Stunned speechless he lets HER grasps his hips and begin rotating on his bulge. "AND WHAT'S YOUR NAME, HUN?" SHE whispers.
"m, m, Mark," he mumbles while one of HER gloves move up to caress his cheek then to grab his tie. With another spin SHE detaches from Rex leaving a dark visible puddle on his pants and tugs Mark to HER side.
Clutching his ample bicep SHE points dramatically to the vehicle at the very front of the showroom, "NOW WOULDN'T I LOOK TITILLATING IN THAT, UMMM?"
"Yes," Mark agrees in a whimper. MZ. E struts forward dragging HER next boy-toy along effortlessly. Shuffling closely behind is the enthralled group. As they near the vehicle it's brushed mirrored finish dazzles everyone's eyes. The silver Bugatti Veyron convertible is indeed sleek and stunning and seems to have excited HER. "TELL ME ABOUT IT, BABE," SHE purrs into Mark's ear. He begins stammering the car's features as SHE turns and beckons the third guy with the flexing of a finger.
This one appears to be an even more substantially muscled specimen than the current. His shirt stretches over a body-builder physique. "WHAT MODEL?" SHE tosses back to Mark, hands running up the new one's heaving chest; HER eyes glaring into his. Mark's fading voice feebly replies, "Grand Sport." MZ. E gives out a sultry snarl, "UHH, YUMMY!" as SHE steps very close to the next plaything and asks, "NAME?"
"TED, m MZ. E, E-RAH, RAH..." he succeeds in blubbering before HER fingers on his lips stop his verbal effort. They then begin to slink down and over his belt and continue onward along either side of his huge protrusion from its tip to its base. "OHH, TEDDIE," SHE gasps, "I WANT TO GET IN." SHE turns and steps to the driver's side, hesitating expectantly. Ted lurches forward to open the door. As he swings it out, SHE moves a leg in its path. His shaky hand is stopped against the surface of shiny pink latex.
The room slips into silence yet again as SHE daringly presses a knee against his hand. He glances up into a cunning, flirtatious grin that dissolves what little bit of resistance he still had possessed. HER captivating stare is slowly cast down to the floor at HER feet. An arm extends forward; a finger points downward. The message screams silently in his lust-filled brain. Grasping the top edge of the Bugatti's door, Ted sinks to his knees.
