Some people just don't know how lucky they are. A case in point is Steve, a guy I know from work. Steve was a bit of an arsehole -- you know the type of guy I mean. He was selfish, rude and boring. But apart from that he was a real catch. Everything was about him, and none of it was interesting. Anyway, because we were about the same age (he was 25 and I'm 27) and worked in the same wing of the office, I ended up having to listen to everything he said. After a while it was easier to just make noises like 'uh-huh', and keep on working.
About three months ago, however, he said something that got my attention. "I'm thinking of breaking up with Veronica. What do you think?"
Without thinking I met his question with another -- "Why would you do that? She's really nice."
If I had thought about it I might have said something less obvious, or even encouraged him to do it, but I let slip what I thought of her. However, Steve being Steve, it just didn't register.
"Yeah, NICE -- she's too nice," he said.
I wondered what he meant but before I could find out anything more, the phone rang. I picked up.
"Hello?"
Speak of the Devil -- it was Veronica looking for Steve. She had a quiet, soft voice, but it was also a bit hurried, like she was on a mobile and was trying to save money. Maybe she was?
Steve got on the phone and was his usual rude self.
"What?" he said. "When are they coming over?... So you're saying dinner is out? OK, well look... WHATEVER!", and with that he hung up on her.
It seemed that Veronica's parents were flying in from Melbourne for her birthday and would be staying with her at her flat this weekend. That bit of news simply opened the floodgates...
Now I've met Veronica a couple of times and, while you wouldn't say she makes a big impression, she's always impressed me. She's shy, conservative and doesn't dress well, but that doesn't worry me. If you take the time to look at her like I have, you'll notice she's actually very pretty. It's just that it's hard to notice because she's really tall, quite skinny and always wearing long dresses and baggy jumpers. She wears no jewellery or make-up and normally just pulls her hair back in a ponytail. Everything about her says 'bland', 'boring' and 'forgettable'. She has lovely green eyes though...
"With her parents staying over there's not way I'm ever going to get her in bed," Steve said. "I've had it. I've been patient and done all the right things, but she just doesn't want to put out. I'm not going to be her toy any more."
Steve and Veronica had been dating for about six months, but even so the idea of Veronica 'putting out' was almost funny. Steve once told me how she had 'shared her views' with him one night when they had just started dating. She was only 19, but her 'views' were like those of my grandmother. They included:
β No alcohol, other than one glass of wine with Sunday dinner, β No foul language under any circumstances, and β No sex before marriage.
Steve, on the other hand, pretended to be 'good' -- he went to church and put on all the right manners. In fact it was at some church thing that he met Veronica. However I know for sure that in the time since he started dating her, he'd broken all of Veronica's rules -- just not with Veronica.
Don't get me wrong -- he'd tried. He said he even went as far as putting some hardcore DVD's in the player one night to get a reaction, but she shut him down fast and left him high and dry.
Steve rarely works. He spends most of his time talking, so he's spilled all of his 'secrets' over time. According to him, the best he's ever got from Veronica is a hand on her boob, but even then she froze and found some excuse to leave his unit.
One night a couple of weeks ago I had a call from Veronica at my home. I didn't know that she knew my number, but it turned out she read it off a work phone list that Steve had stuck to his kitchen wall. She apologised for calling me at home, but said she was worried because Steve wasn't at his unit and she thought they had dinner plans. Did I know where he was, she asked?
Thinking fast, I said "Yeah, didn't he tell you? He had training on tonight. He must have forgotten to tell you." We exchanged some pleasantries and she hung up. Meanwhile I was pulling on some shoes and heading for my car -- I had to get to Steve before she did.
Earlier that day at work, Steve told me he was heading to a sex club in the city that night. Apparently for $150, guys could buy their way into a two-hour private strip show and sex party. If you brought a girl with you, entry was free, so long as she was easy with her favours. That night he was taking a girl with him who owed him money. I think she was an ex-girlfriend who he lent money to so she could buy a car. He told me they split up and he demanded the money back, and when she couldn't pay he sued her and won. She had a court order against her requiring hefty monthly repayments over two years, but instead of accepting money every time, he sometimes got her to wank him or suck his cock to pay off her debt. I suppose she used to do it for free when they were together and probably thought it a cheap way out of her debt. Anyway, he'd told me where the club was, "if you wanna go".
I don't know why I was in such a hurry to save his arse. I was kind of curious about this club, but right now I just had to get to him first to warn him. I don't know why I thought it was so important, but maybe I was just eager to have something over him?
I arrived at the club address and buzzed on an intercom.
"Hi, I've got an important message for one of your, uhmm, patrons? Can I come in?" "It's a hundred-and-fifty bucks." "Oh no, I don't want to stay, it's just that I have an important..." "It's a hundred-and-fifty bucks." I got the message. "OK"
The door lock buzzed and clicked and the door swung open. I was in a foyer from where I could see a room with dim lights and music. A huge Maori dude was between me and the party room -- no joke he was at least six foot nine. "Money -- NOW," he said. He got no argument from me, and I was quickly past him into the narrow hall.
I peeked inside the room and saw my first ever real life sex show. It was an amazing site. In the middle of the room was a short little blond woman, aged about 45 or so and skinny as a greyhound. Next to her was an Asian girl who looked like she was about 20. The blond was naked except for a cheap red garter belt and stockings, and was reclining on a large padded chair with her legs wide apart. There's no way of putting it delicately -- she was getting totally stuffed with cocks from every direction. I mean she had a skinny pink prick in her left hand and a chunky olive-coloured meatstick in her right. She was clearly struggling to breath due to the hairy, fat bloke shoving his monster schlong down her throat. The younger Asian girl was moving her delicate hands around over the blond's tiny little tits, trying to flick and pinch the nipples to keep them jutting out.
Every so often one of the guys surrounding the blond would start to pant heavier and groan louder. With that clue the Asian girl would quickly reach for his erection and expert jack it faster and faster until she elicited an arcing spurt of warm white cum onto her face and neck. From what I could tell the blond was doing all the hard work and the cute young Asian was taking every cumshot in an effort to coat her face and lovely firm boobs.
The blond stood up and bent over the back of the chair. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I noticed a blond guy, who didn't look very old at all, standing behind her. His hands grabbed her tiny ass cheeks and forced them apart as his glistening cock started working its way into her arsehole. She let out an audible grunt as he grabbed both her hips and, with one rough thrust, pushed all the way into her rectum. Now that her butt was skewered, a guy with a ponytail and tattoos made his way onto the chair, positioned himself right underneath her and started working himself into her cunt. By now the Asian girl was on her knees between two and three more erections, taking turns sucking each one as they slapped and rubbed against her cum-covered face.
I just stood there in the dark hallway near the door and watched as each guy took turns shooting his cum on or in her. She moaned as she drank cum, drooled spit and sweated her way through all of these men. This show seemed to be coming to an end because white towels emerged from a side room. They shone a wavy pale blue under the UV lights as the Asian girl quickly wiped herself down and removed all that sticky jizz before it could dry. Meanwhile the older blond was reaching her limits as the young guy pounding her from behind finally delivered a brutal thrust that lifted her off the ground. He held her in mid air, impaled on his cock as he shot what must have been a very healthy load deep into her arsehole.
My attention was diverted for a minute to my left, where I saw Steve sitting with a beer in his left hand, cigarette in the other, and his ex-girlfriend's head bobbing up and down in his lap. I lifted my hand to wave, which caught his eye. Steve nearly spat his beer on her hair as he kind of bumped her into a sitting position, hastily rearranged his pants and stood up to greet me.
"James -- you made it? I didn't think you'd come."
"I didn't -- I mean I'm not here for the party. I'm hear to let you know Veronica is looking for you -- something about dinner tonight? She's at your place."
"SHIT! Shitshitshitshit... What did you tell her?"