Slipping Into Depravity

by Eve St. Albert

LEROY

"So anyway," Leroy asked, "did you guys get the stuff I sent on cuckold lifestyle."

Kayley nodded, she took a bite of biscotti and washed it down with a bit of Americano mocha. A man walked a dog past them, and Kayley;'s eyes were drawn. That was the advantage of an open air café. The city's life wandered past you.

"Looking it over," she said, distracted. "We're not sure if we're really into it, though."

The dog and dog walker glanced suspiciously at Leroy as they passed by. He'd cleaned himself up a bit, but there was still something casually sleazy about him, Kayley decided. Or perhaps it was bohemian, a rough around the edges artist type, at home in dive bars or beat poetry jams. Like Bukowski.

"Nice dog," Leroy said. Kayley shrugged, unconcerned.

"What are you thinking about?" Leroy sprung on her.

"Charles Bukowski," Kayley said evasively.

Leroy nodded.

"You know," he said. "I was a huge fan, back when I was a poet. I made a pilgrimage once to all the bars where he drank."

"You were a poet?" Kayley asked.

Leroy shrugged. "I thought I was. There is an age in every young man's life where he think's he's a poet. I think it's somewhere after puberty but before getting laid."

Kayley laughed delightedly. Leroy smiled internally, it wasn't original, and he'd actually had it filed away and loaded for something else. But it did the job: Amuse her, please her, make her more comfortable, more accessible.

"I guess it helped later, when I was writing lyrics."

He paused and decided to push a bit, she'd been a little standoffish initially. He wanted to break through her barriers a little.

"I'm surprised you accepted my invitation out," Leroy said.

Kayley shrugged.

"Why would you be surprised?" she asked. She smiled. "Public place, people around, We're both fully dressed. Am I in danger?" She shrugged. "Besides, we're asking you out. I decided it might be helpful to just run through the details with you."

She'd asked about danger, but she'd dropped it immediately, and went on Leroy noted. Did that mean she felt completely safe? Or that she didn't want to feel entirely safe?

"I just didn't expect it, that's all. Getting together, you and me alone, one on one," he said. "You guys seem very joined at the hip."

He smiled.

"Or maybe you wanted one on one... unless he's listening."

She reached into her purse and held up her phone for him to see. It was off. Leroy's smile grew broader. Whether she was fully aware of it or not, she was playing with fire.

"I think this is the first time I've been with you that he hasn't been close by," he said. "Are you enjoying it."

Kayley shrugged. "We don't do everything together. We divide up the chores."

"I'm a chore?"

Kayley smiled and rolled her eyes slightly, she was too dignified for a snort.

"He knows I'm here," she said.

"Did he give you permission to meet me?" He baited her.

Her nostrils flared, eyes narrowed just a bit, at the implication that Sam made decisions for her.

"You know we're not like that," she told him. "I just thought it might be a good idea, feel you out."

"You been feeling me," he said, "all over the place, all sorts of locations, orifices, organs."

She smirked.

"That's bad," she said. "That's so bad. And sad. That's barely a single entendre. Honestly, where do men come up with these things?"

"One track minds," he admitted. "So dinner, Friday. What are you thinking? Your place?"

She took a swallow of the Americano.

"Restaurant. We were wondering if you had any special preferences?"

He shrugged. "I'm easy. Anywhere, anything."

"We noticed. We were thinking Holdens. Upscale, private, classy."

"Very retro," he said. "I know it. Good choice. Very good chef."

"Six too early for you?" she asked.

"Perfect," Leroy said. "And after?"

She didn't answer.

"So I guess we're done," she said.

"Are we?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked, but she didn't seem surprised or curious. She just watched him with that half smile.

"I think..." he said, "that you love Sam. But sometimes, it's tough being joined at the hip. To have him listen to the conversation, listen to the..."

A waiter passed close by, he caught her from his peripheral vision, and noted Kayley's glance. He let the word drop away, and noted her tiny nod of approval.

This is part of the test, he thought. She wanted to see how well behaved I was in public.

"...anyway," he continued. "I think you just wanted to see me, without the pressure of Sam around. No disrespect, but it's hard to be completely casual if you know someone is listening in."

She regarded him for a moment.

"Maybe."

Now we're getting somewhere, he thought.

"Just for the record," she said. "I couldn't have done, I wouldn't have done the... things I did, without him there. Having him there, knowing I was safe, gave me the strength, the bravery to go with it. Without him, nothing."

"I appreciate that," he said. "So are you feeling safe now."

"Maybe," she smiled.

You little bitch, he thought, and smiled back.

"Well," he said, "let me be honest. I'm not going to..." he glanced at a couple arriving at the next table. "We won't be... but that doesn't mean I'm not going to flirt."

Leroy leaned forward. Kayley bent at the same time.

"I'm going to make your panties so fucking wet," he whispered.

She leaned back, nibbling on the last of her biscotti, crossed her legs and looked around at the other patrons.

"Acceptable."

"It is getting crowded here," he said, looking around.

"I've noticed," she said.

"I suppose the wait staff would like their table back," he said. "We should walk, we can talk more freely that way."

"I don't think I'm up for side streets, or back alleys, or behind dumpsters... not today."

'Not today?' That was an oddly specific list, he suspected she'd considered each of them. He noted the qualifier, sounded to him like an invitation to take her in one of those places on some other day. He smiled.

"Of course not," he said. "A simple walk and talk, that's all. Maybe some window shopping, some browsing. The talk might be... provocative. But I promise you..."

He leaned forward.

"I'm not going to fuck you," he told her. The couple at the closest table perked up. "I'm saving that for later."

She blushed slightly as they looked at her. He'd made his point. Just because he was behaving didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.

"Acceptable."

Leroy paid, and they strolled down the street. He offered his arm, and a moment later, she took it.

"Why did you pick this place?" she asked.

"Nice neighborhood, classy. Upscale," he said. "And they make a killer biscotti. I don't live my entire life in dive bars."

"I like this look of yours," he said, his eyes moving up and down. She was dressed conservatively, blouse, skirt, expensive, well made, classy. "Very different from the bar."

"You mean, not looking like a cheap slut."

"Not looking cheap anyway," he said, and smirked, just enough to let her know it was a dig. She glared just enough to let him know she was amused.

"I loved that red dress," she said. "I absolutely loved it. You destroyed it."

He shrugged.

"Collateral damage. If it's any consolation," he said. "I really enjoyed it. Definitely worth it."

He looked at her.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Worth it?"

She looked away, but nodded.

"You were a lot of fun," she said. "An adventure, but now you're intriguing."

"That tells me," he said, "that the three of us won't just be having dinner."

She didn't reply.

They stopped at a sidewalk vendor hawking handmade jewelry. Kayley looked through some pieces, picked up a necklace, and held it to her bare below her throat.

Leroy studied and shrugged.

"Not quite right," I think. He picked up another necklace. "Too middle ground. With your complexion and bone structure, I think you want delicate."

She lowered her necklace. He pressed a fine layered chain inset with amber to her neck, wrapping it around the curve of her throat."

"Or something bold - a leather collar," he finished.

Kayley blushed. The vendor, a middle aged woman, looked from one to the other.

"Heavy gold nipple rings," he said. "Dangling chains. Something captivating, for a captive."

He turned to the vending woman.

"How much for this one?" he asked brightly, holding up the gold necklace with the amber centerpiece.

"Are you buying?" Kayley asked.

"Only if you wear it," he said. She blushed again.

Leroy paid for it, and had her turn around so he could clasp it to the back of her neck. He stepped up, so close behind her, that she could feel his hips brushing her ass. He leaned in, and whispered in her ear, so that she could feel his hot breath.

"Place your hands behind your neck, lace your fingers together, and lift up your hair," he ordered.

She obeyed. Nothing happened.

After a moment, she asked, "Well?"

"Oh," he whispered into her ear, "I'm just enjoying this."

Then he breathed on the back of her neck, hot and moist. Kayley shivered.

"Still feeling safe?" he asked.

"N.. No, " she admitted.

"Good," he smiled. He reached around with the necklace, careful to accidentally brush the tips of her breasts, smiling again at the tiny hitch in her breathing that only he noted. He brought the chain, suddenly cold around her throat and fastened it, stepping back as she lowered her hair.

Leroy offered his arm, Kayley took it. As they resumed walking, the jewelry vendor suddenly felt the need to fan herself.

"I keep my promises," he lied. "I'm very serious: I'm not going to try to fuck you."

He paused.

"But that doesn't mean you're safe."

"I... see," her voice was a little awkward. But she wasn't pulling away. Where's Sam now, he thought, triumphantly.

"Oh don't worry," he told her, "nothing is going to happen that you're not completely into. Besides, I'm really looking forward to Friday. That's the main event. Today... today is an apperitif for you."

"And for you?" she asked.

"I'm saving my appetite."

"Big appetite?"

"Ravenous, voracious, relentless," he said. "But you've already discovered that,"

"Oh my."

"You're interesting," he said, carefully flattering her.

She smiled.

"Am I?"

"Oh definitely. Adventurous, fearless, intelligent, perceptive, sensuous, sexy, fast... you're quite a package," he said.

"And... very submissive," he concluded.

She shivered, and didn't reply. Receptive, she hadn't retreated. But he could tell he'd pushed just a little too far, too soon. He had to soften it.

"But the interesting thing with your submissiveness," he said, "it's not automatic. You have to be brought there, led, seduced into it. It's not exactly who you are, it's a place that you can go."

"Interesting," she asked. "How about you?"

He laughed.

"Me. I'm bullshit free," he lied. "Not sub. Not really dom. Just certain of myself. I know what I like, I know what to do. I do it, it simplifies things. Certainty plays like dominance sometimes, but it's not really."

Kayley laughed out loud.

"Bullshit," she said. "What absolute bullshit. You're a player."

She touched the necklace.

Leroy had a flash of anger, but suppressed it instantly.

"Wow," he said lightly. "Someone's looking for another epic face fucking."

Leroy knew he was taking a chance, but he decided to try. He'd enjoyed doing it to here to an unimaginable degree, and he'd been brutal. Perhaps too brutal. But afterwards, despite his roughness, she hadn't complained. She'd actually joked about it, and went away as if nothing traumatic had happened.

There was no pushback now. She wasn't folding, but she was willing to let him probe a little, push a little, as long as he did it carefully. She was smart, very smart, very much a thinker. He decided to use that against her, keep it a little abstract.

"That's kind of what I mean though," he said. "Submission, it's about give and take, taking what you give up. You started, surrendering first and eventually I started taking. But you wouldn't stop, no matter how much I took control, you went further."

She was paying attention, looking thoughtful.

"I was face fucking you like a madman, thinking, what the fuck am I doing? But you weren't even pushing back. You were the one in control."

If you spun it right, Leroy had always found, you could make people think that they were in some kind of control, that somehow, what you did to them was actually their idea.

Or at least, leave them confused and uncertain.

Submission, domination, it was often murky and confusing, urges poorly understood, not quite embraced, lurking in the depths of subconscious. People were fucked up, it was easy to twist them, if you just played them right.

"Interesting," Kayley said thoughtfully. She had taken the bait, now it was just a matter of carefully setting the hook and reeling her in, do it right, and she wouldn't even notice it happening.

"That harsh face fucking thing though," she said. "One off. It was intense, I went somewhere. I don't think I could do that regularly."

She dropped her voice to a coarse gravelly pitch. "I'd end up talking like Louis Armstrong."

Leroy laughed, in part because she was surprisingly funny, and because he knew he was supposed to. She was drawing lines and boundaries, and retreating from the topic. Time to concede, move on. Whatever seeds he could plant were planted, whatever victories were there to win, he'd win. Move on.

Someday, he promised himself, he'd violently face fuck her any time he wanted, he'd do it as casually as grabbing a sandwich, with no foreplay or build up. And she'd fucking take it, because she'd know it was all she deserved..

With an effort, he put those thoughts away.

"Oh look," he said, as they arrived at the window display.

"Boutique Exotica" blared in a series of stylized representations of the female form in neon, surrounded by an assortment of fetish boots and latex. Beneath the sign, was a logo: "Accessories for the Delightful"

Kayley looked at him.

"This was your plan all along," she accused, "you were going to get me in here."

"The Biscotti really was excellent," he replied. "The ambiance was great. We've stopped and looked at different things. But yes, I knew this place was in the neighborhood..."

Admitting, but not admitting.

She regarded him speculatively.

"Far be it from me," she said finally, "to disappoint you, by not walking into this trap you have so cleverly set."

"It's not a trap," he lied.

She hmmphed.

"If it's not a trap," she said, "I will be very disappointed in you."

And they walked inside.

"Oh look," Kayley said, "boots and shoes. Let's go there first." A moment later, surrounded by thigh high vinyl boots, open toed boots, nine inch heels, platforms, studs, and the sweet smell of leather, she spread her arms and grinned. "I want everything!"

She sobered and looked at Leroy. "You wouldn't happen to have a credit card on you, would you?"

"Uhm no."

"Pooh!" Kayley said.

After what felt to Leroy like an inordinate time looking and trying shoes and boots on, Kayley was finally ready to move.

Kaylee was a young woman with a healthy sex drive. It wasn't her first time in an Adult store, and Leroy didn't expect to shock her. But still, he found it pleasant to wander among the various toys, stopping to look at bondage and fetish tools. They relaxed, they joked. Kayley enjoyed herself.

They stared at the dragon line, dildos of increasing size, and bizarre shape and colour, modeled on the genitalia of imaginary creatures.

"I'm pretty sure," Kayley said thoughtfully, "that gray space aliens aren't hung like that."

Leroy shrugged, the two foot shaft of gray twisted latex with LED lights didn't really seem to go with the popular image. But then he'd never met one, so who knew? Kayley glanced at a row of dildos, increasing in size. The sign said they were modeled on horse cocks.

"Yeah," she said. "I don't get it."

"I knew a girl once, had sex with a donkey in Mexico," he remarked. He was standing very close to her. Every time one of them moved their bodies brushed. When he spoke she could feel his breath, the pressure of the warm air against her ear.

"Gross," Kayley said. "I wonder what was going through her mind."

"An incredible amount of peyote, actually," he said. Kayley laughed.

"She was a very unusual person," Leroy said.

"Actually," he said, "there's a fetish club in Texas, where they've got one of those horse dildos hooked up to a fucking machine, and they built this aluminum frame around it, shaped like a stylized horse. It's quite popular. Someone's always volunteering to put on a show."

"You've been there," Kayley asked. She backed slightly up against him, their bodies were touching slightly.

"I heard about it," he said. "I suggested it as an alternative."

"You know some creepy people," she said, without looking at him. But she didn't pull away.

"Mmm," he said. "Some strange ones, definitely."

They wandered away. Looking at and commenting on toys, dildos and butt plugs. As Kayley picked up a gleaming chrome butt plug with an amethyst jewel base, Leroy stepped up close behind her, and wrapped his arms around her. Kayley stiffened, but then relaxed under his touch.

He whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Oh yes?" her voice was light casual. She continued looking at butt plugs.

"Definitely."

"You want to go where no man has gone before?" she said, almost pretending he wasn't there. Her butt gave the tiniest wiggle against his hardening cock. "I don't know. I really don't."

"I think you do know," he whispered. "I think you've been saving that cherry waiting for the right man."

"And that's you?" she asked.

"Yes. Because I'm the man who is going to take it."

"Confident!"

He chuckled, his voice low and confident, his breath moist and hot, as it buffeted her ear. She shivered, sensuously, and in that moment, he knew he would take it. That he had her agreement. Or maybe it wasn't so much agreement as surrender.

"Do you have a timetable for this event?" she asked the air.

Leroy stepped back.

"You'll know when it happens," he told her.

They moved on.

Then into the fetish gear. Leroy watched as Kayley ran fingertips over a vinyl catsuit, and then a leather harness. Touched different brands of cuffs and floggers.

One of the store employees, a smooth effeminate man whose name tag said Mike, introduced himself, and offered his assistance.

"Spreader bar," Mike explained, as she glanced at a chrome bar with attachment rings and a slide guard. She shrugged.

"You know," Leroy said, "I think this might suit you."

Kayley looked. Leroy was holding up a ball gag.

"I think this one is just your size," he said.

"You seem very confident," she said, staring at it. "Looks a bit big for me."

"We have a variety of sizes and styles," Mike said.

"I don't know," Leroy ignored him. "I have a good eye for these things."

Kayley gave him a slight smile.

"Do you now?"

"It's not just the size though," he said. "The colour, the texture. Glossy suits you. Glossy black like this, it goes with your complexion. A nice red maybe, but you'd have to wear the right lipstick for that."

He was lifting it up. Calmly, she tracked the slow progress of it as he raised it.

"The straps are genuine leather," he said. "Classy."

He was holding it up near her chin.

"Give it a kiss," Leroy suggested.

Kayley met his eyes and gave him the faintest smile. She dipped her head, and gave it a peck.

"Happy?" she asked.

"A real kiss," he said.

Kayley waited a few heartbeats. Then she dipped her head, the kiss on the surface of the glossy latex ball was longer, her lips parted slightly, lingered.