Red Ridinghood

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. This is the beginning of a new series of Modern Erotic Fairy Tales and contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Red Riding Hood

Chapter 2

Monique stayed awake for a couple of hours wrestling with conflicting emotions. The wet T-shirt contest had terrified her and thrilled her at the same time. Having all the wild men lusting after her was exciting and had her body trembling with desire. She wanted to show off her figure and drive all the men wild. But when she drove them wild, she wasn't at all prepared for the vicious horde ready to rape her and take her anyway they could.

She had never been in that kind of a situation before, and she was thankful for Wes saving her. Her mind drifted to Wes and his muscle-bound physique. He was at least a foot taller than she was, his chest was carved out if granite and his arms were as large as her legs. He radiated masculine sex appeal and a dominate virile vibe that left her quivering with desire. She knew nothing about him except that he saved her from a fate worse than death. She knew if she ever did anything like this again, she needed Wes protecting her.

Monique eventually fell asleep and dreamt nightmares, mixed with erotic wet dreams. In her dreams, like real life, she didn't know where this was going. In the morning, she woke up feeling groggy and not herself. She knew with what she already had plus the two thousand dollars from last night she had another month of life in her career. But she couldn't rest on her laurels, so with coffee in hand she jumped onto the computer looking for other agents and more quick money jobs.

One thing she learned from the club was to check it out before she went there. She found a dozen agencies that catered to different kinds of modeling, and she spent the rest of the day scoping out the agencies. One agency was for the erotic entertainment industry and most were strippers but some of their models were in video or print erotic magazines.

A couple of others were swimsuits and lingerie, something she knew she could do, but then she went to an agency named Wolf industries. The description had been very vague about what they did, and she was very curious, so she went into the waiting room. The receptionist took down her information and after about a half an hour a hulking man came out and ushered her into his office.

"Good afternoon, you may call me B.B. and what is your name? How can we be of service to you?"

Monique scanned the man in front of her. He was massive with bulging muscles looking as if they were ready to rip his shirt apart. He looked at her with hard, demanding and hungry eyes, but his voice had been stimulating and curious. Monique responded, "You can call me Red and I saw your ads on the internet and to be honest they were intriguing. I am looking for modeling jobs that are different, had quick turnaround on getting paid and wanted to know what you do here?"

B.B. leaned over his desk and gave her the pitch, "First off with your gorgeous figure and innocent, sexy face I would hire you on the spot. Well, what do we do? We provide models for miscellaneous marketing or sales venues. For example, if you want to launch a new model of car, vacuum cleaner or even sports betting app, then you need a gorgeous model to attract and sell the product. As you know sex sells and we provide the sex to do the sales."

He paused looking for her reaction and Monique smiled and nodded her head, so he continued, "We have an opening right now for a door to door or mall salesperson." Monique's face screwed up without understanding what he meant. So B.B. continued, "You would take sales brochures, hand they out in malls, on the street or anywhere really, but you paid a forty percent commission for every sale and we take ten percent. However, you don't get anything unless a sale gets closed."

Monique sat back in her chair and thought about it. She knew she could attract customers, and she had just the outfit for this job. She also had confidence in her abilities to sell and close the deals. This job just might be perfect to fill in the gaps and money shortfall for at least the short term.

There were still some unanswered questions, "What would I be selling?"

B.B. looked at her and slowly answered, "We have multiple items, do you feel you can quickly size up people? Because if you do, we would like to give you a variety of options and let you choose what to sell to each customer."

Monigue knew that was one of her strong points, so she nodded. B.B. took her at her word and continued, "We have vacation clubs, vacations, erotic trips and if you find the right person we have sexual vacations."

She perked up at the sexual vacations, "What are sexual vacations?"

B.B. looked at her lecherously and explained, "Basically, they are vacations someone can go on to indulge in their most wicked or deviant desires. They could indulge in BDSM, exhibitionism, bondage, sex with prostitutes, or really anything they want can be setup. We have almost any unusual desires covered."

The possibilities opened Monique's eyes. Oh yeah, this was a job for her. She looked at B.B. Wolf and said, "I would love to work for you and my last question, is how fast do I get paid?"

B.B. knew that this luscious woman would eventually be his and he really couldn't wait get a look at the body that was underneath that dress. He smiled a cheshire grin, knowing he had her in his grasp, "As soon as the sale closes and money changes hands."

B.B. and 'Red' worked out all the details and He gave her a stack of brochures for several of the vacation options. She wrote 'Red Riding Hood' on each brochure and now they would be tracked and any sell would go to her. Monique left the office with a plan, and she knew this was totally up to her. She remembered sex sells and she had the perfect sexual figure and the perfect outfit to capture every male, no matter where she went.

Monique went home and rummaged through her old costumes and found her 'Little Red Riding Hood' Halloween outfit. It consisted of a red hood and cape, but the back of the cape only came to the middle of her back and the front was two strips of red satin that barely covered the nipples of her breasts. The bottoms were a red satin string bikini. Everything else was her glorious naked body. She trembled thinking about wandering through the mall in this outfit.

Then she remembered the wet T-shirt contest and decided to call Wes and see if he wanted to be her bodyguard for the day.

Wes, of course jumped at the chance to be with 'Red' again. His cock began to stiffen just thinking about that gorgeous body dancing naked at the club. She said she was going to the mall to sell vacation club memberships and he didn't know why she needed him as a bodyguard. But he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

He picked her up at the appointed time and drove her to the entrance to the mall. She was dressed in the same long overcoat she had when she left the club and he had no idea what was under the coat, but somehow, he knew she would blow him away. She gave him a big hug and thanked him for coming, then ushered him into the mall and immediately into a family bathroom. Then she stripped off her coat and Wes knew why she needed him as a bodyguard. Everything except her nipples and pussy was gloriously on display.

Monique had worn her 'Little Red Ridinghood' outfit on Halloween almost ten years ago, when she was fourteen, but her figure had filled out and was more vivacious than the last time she wore this. She was amazed; the insides of her breasts were exposed, coming dangerously close to her nipples. The bottom of her breasts was also exposed and somehow this made her feel sexier and more naked than having the tops of her breasts displayed.

The top of her outfit consisted of a satiny red hood, a small satiny red cape that only came to the middle of her back. There were two strips of red satiny cloth draped over her shoulders falling over her chest and only covering small portions of her breasts. Her nipples were the only part of her breasts that were fully covered. The bottom of the outfit was a red satiny thong leaving her ass totally bare.

From her exposed bottom of her breasts to the low-slung top of her bikini thong was gloriously naked. Her exposed flat, taut belly rippled with her stretched and tight muscles. Her defined ribs dipped into her tiny waist, with her navel being the magnificently bare exposé that drew her eyes away from her barely covered breasts. As she shifted her hips her breasts wobbled seductively and all of her legs, from her toes up to her hips could be seen. There was even the exposure of her tightly muscled ass cheeks. She shivered in exhilaration and longing. She wanted this ... she wanted to be a fantasy girl and shown off, she knew that she would attract a lot of attention and hopefully that meant lots of sales.

Monique was practically naked and she knew that she would attract lots of attention. She shivered at the thought of going out into the mall looking the way she did. She lifted her head, looked into Wes's eyes through the mirror and saw passion and desire there. She looked back herself and tried to see what Wes was seeing and what she saw was a very shapely and sexy woman. She was used to seeing herself this way, loved exposing her fabulous figure, but she knew that she needed Wes to keep the anticipated crowds under control, but she wanted this ... she wanted to be displayed as everyone's fantasy girl.

She turned to face Wes and seeing the fire in his eyes she looked at him and whimpered, "Wes, I need to do this, but I'm scared something like the wet T-shirt contest will happen again, so please watch over me."

Wes pulled her into his arms and held her tight against his chest, he leaned down and kissed her and seductively whispered, "Sweetheart you are unbelievably gorgeous. As we go into the mall, you're going to see everybody stop and stare at the most beautiful woman they've ever seen. That's what you are, a dazzling, stunningly beautiful woman and that's what they're going to be looking at. I'll bet you make a lot of sales. However, you will be safe, and I will be there to take care of you."

With that, Wes opened the door with his arm wrapped around her tiny waist as they stepped out into the mall. They stood there for a few seconds outside the bathroom door and Monique had her face and body on full display watching to see everyone's reaction. She posed with her basket of brochures in front of her nether regions, but everything else was on full display.

Two men were walking in opposite directions and when they spotted Monique their eyes couldn't believe this vision of virtually naked beauty. Both of their eyes stayed glued to Monique as they walked, and they wound up crashing into each other. Monique giggled, looked at Wes and smiled. Wes let her take the lead and he hung back as she started slowly walking around the mall and Monique noticed people stopping and staring. She was confident in her looks and knew many men and even some women would crave her.

When she looked at their faces, she saw the looks of awe and disbelief mixed with lots of lust and jealousy. Monique did see some disgusting looks from the crowd. However, she could tell they were the result of her scandalous outfit and not what she looked like. The crowd was actively ogling her sensuously exposed breasts, her gorgeously uncovered legs and all her slender, taut shape on display in between. Monique had never felt more exposed or more wanton and she felt her whole-body trembling with excitement.

Monique felt like a gorgeous centerfold on display for everyone to ogle. At this moment, she was exposed to the crowd, and she loved every second of it. It was thrilling, exciting and all the eyes caressing her exposed skin made her feel the sexiest she had ever felt. She began to strut around with her exhibitionism taking over. As she walked, Monique noticed her unfettered breasts wobbling seductively threatening to become uncovered any second. Monique kept her eyes on her breasts, afraid that at any second, they would escape the small strips of cloth. She actually craved a wardrobe malfunction and shivered thinking about exposing herself to the panting crowd.

As her sexiness began to take hold, she knew she wanted to become that sexy centerfold. All the eyes caressing her breasts, tummy, and exposed legs were sending thrills through her body and her already enflamed nipples and pussy were aching to have Wes play with her. One man stopped and blatantly undressed what he couldn't see and ogled what he could. Monique's legs almost collapsed under the intense lustful stare, but she went over to talk to him and wound up making her first sale.

She noticed her nipples were so hard it looked like she had pencil erasers under her the scrapes on red satin that barely covered her nipples. The fabric of the satin cloth was rubbing against her sensitive and engorged nipples, and she felt her pussy clenching in response to her stimulated nipples. An exhibitionist thrill coursed through her as she swung her hips and showed off what she had. She loved having every eye in the mall on her.

As Monique started to become more comfortable, she started standing straighter with her breasts thrust out, her already flat tummy tucked in, and her head held high. She widened her stance, and the legs were exposed all the way to her hip. She began swinging her hips, showing off her legs, the ripples in her taut stomach and seductive swaying of her barely contained breasts. Monique began to feel erotically confident and found herself wanting to show off her virtually naked body. She felt like an underwear model showing off everything she had, and she shivered with exhilaration.

Monique's swinging hips got a little wilder and she loved the muscles in her taut belly bunching and knotting. Her breasts, stomach, hips and legs all began to shimmy with her breasts giving an audacious and very sexy sway. At one point her left breast escaped her scrap of cloth, exposing her nipple to the ogling crowd. Monique felt her legs tremble and she almost sagged and Wes was there to catch her. She was excited, thrilled and scared, but loved the exposure. She gathered her wits, deftly tucked her nipple back underneath her costume and continued her walk.

She looked at Wes and he was following close behind, looking at her with pride and lust. She knew he was very taken with her bravery but made sure he was close by. As they walked, Monique continued to notice people's reactions and she found she became very excited by being the object of so many lusty stares. That centerfold feeling began to take over and she gloried in all the stares from the crowd.

She even started practicing different walks, the way she shifted her hips or strutted and observed how they made her breasts bounce and wobble. As she shifted her hips, she saw how the muscles of her belly sensuously wriggled and legs knotted and had a sensual, sleek look. The skin she revealed excited her and she was more brazen than before.

She also observed how other people responded to her different walks. By the end of the lap around the mall Monique was so excited and turned on that she was ready to take Wes back into the restroom and have him quinch her lustful cravings, but she had work to do.

Wes hung back as Red Ridinghood took up a position in front of an empty store and began her sales pitch. The crowd of mostly men quickly gathered and she began making sales of vacation packages. Wes watched from a few feet away as Red twisted and turned exposing her stimulating figure to her potential vacation buyers. He grabbed his swelling crotch as he watched Red tease and tantalized her potential vacation buyers. It worked as the sales racked up and if a potential customer was reluctant, she allowed a touch or caress of her hips, belly or in a rare case her breasts.

He watched her muscles knot, shimmy and ripple as she kept tantalizing the crowd. She was the most sensual, erotic and desirable woman he had ever seen. As she moved around, she hypnotized him with his gaze caressing her svelte body as he forgot about protecting her and through more about making love to her. Then one guy became too aggressive and he hauled him away.

Wes watched and tried to limit the access to Red's body, but she seemed to relish the touches and the sales kept coming. She was selling for over three hours when the crowds started too dimmish. She had over seventy-five sales and each one had netted her one thousand dollars. For Monique it was a great day and by the end she had made lots of money and her body was quivering with unrealized lust.

The erotic cravings still made her tremble in need, but all the handprints and touches made her feel messy and unattractive. She desperately wanted someone, like Wes, to release the pent-up passion, but as she felt all the touches dripping off of her she knew that no one would want her in her current state.

Wes took her to the bathroom where they left her long coat, wrapped it around her and looked her in the eyes with desire and affection. He held out his hand to her and she took it, wanting to act contrite about the mess everyone made of her fondled body. "I'm going to take you to where you can get a shower," he added.

"Thank you," she mumbled, standing still for a moment and letting her knees lose their shakiness. She'd been more affected by what had happened out there than she thought. Her body tingled, her pussy felt empty and achy and her nipples throbbed. Oh God, how she wanted someone to fuck her to multiple orgasms; she suddenly felt like such a needy slut. Yet everything felt oddly right, with her entire body tingling and it was an experience she wouldn't trade for anything.

Monique tried to gather her wits and control as she followed Wes to his car. When they got to his house he lead her down a tiled hallway. He held her hand like a couple on a date and she felt secure with his hand holding hers. A door appeared on the left side of the hall and Wes opened it, clicking on the light switch.

The bathroom was gorgeous, surprising her. She hadn't thought to find something spacious and opulent and so well fitted for a woman in a man's house. The colors were soft, opal and pink with touches of yellow and pale green, the tiles were ceramic, on the floor as well as surrounding the tub and the huge shower. A long counter ran the length of the room with two marble bowls, the opal-colored marble shot through with the same colors as the room.

She was afraid to step inside, but Wes waved her in. "You'll find everything you need here, Red."

No, she wouldn't. She knew what she needed, and it wasn't marble and ceramic tiles. She needed a man deep inside her. She needed the last hour to be consummated in a primal fucking that relieved the wild craving inside her pussy. She looked over at Wes and saw his eyes roaming over her messy but delicious form and she quivered thinking of this manly hunk fulfilling her desperate needs.

"Would you stay?" she whimpered with desperate need in her voice.

"You want me to stay?" he asked, his brows knitting together in a quizzical expression.

"Oh," she said, as a thought popped into her head. "You have a girlfriend."