Dangerous Hobby

Dangerous hobby

PART 1

"Come on Elizabeth; it is Friday, let´s go to the mall, we need to buy something to wear at Mark's party; it is going to be huge, you know his house."

Elizabeth knew his house indeed; his mansion was just across the street from her equally luxurious home. She hesitated for a moment. Maybe she should go with the girls and forget about her new, stupid pastime, but she knew that if she missed it, she would regret it all week long; after all, it happened only on Friday afternoons.

"You know I like to start my homework on Fridays so I can keep my good grades."

"What a wasteful way to spend your High school senior year," said Melissa exasperated. "You don't need perfect grades, your parents could pay your tuition anywhere."

"But I need..." Elizabeth started talking, but Melissa interrupted her.

"I need to be admitted at Princeton," said Melissa imitating Elizabeth's posh voice tone.

"Well, it is your call, hope you don't repent someday."

Elizabeth blushed slightly but managed to hide the impact of that phrase on herself, and maybe in a self-defense mechanism, she replied.

"Hope you don't repent either."

She immediately regretted her words. Melissa and Laura were her best friends. They had been classmates since elementary, but they weren't as rich, or as beautiful as Elizabeth.

Elizabeth didn't want to be judgmental, but she sometimes thought that her friends should be trying harder to get the scholarships that they needed, but they seemed to be at ease with the idea of studying in community colleges, if at all.

She felt that her outstanding wealth, her dedication to the school, and her demure behavior, somewhat alienated her from her classmates, even from her closest friends.

"Sorry, it was a joke, I call you tomorrow", she said, but despite Melissa's smile, she could sense that her friend was hurt, after all, they had talked about the subject several times.

She left the school building in a hurry. She was almost running. Then she saw her, walking just a few meters ahead. She was Paola Hernandez, a senior like herself, and she was also an attractive girl, but that was probably where the similarities ended. Their origin was pretty different, while Elizabeth was the only daughter of a very successful white couple, Paola was of Mexican heritage, the second daughter of a blue-collar worker that she barely knew; she was always tight on money. And while Elizabeth had always shined at school, Paola barely passed grades, always lagging behind. Their style was also a big contrast, Elizabeth was a slender blonde that emanated elegance and class, especially when she dressed up, but even now wearing jeans and snickers she managed to look wealthy and stylish; Paola, on the other side, had a curvaceous hourglass figure that the cheap yellow cotton sundress that clung to her body didn't conceal at all. Her dark straight hair went to the middle of her back, and while Elizabeth's walk and style showed her high education, Paola's exuded some kind of wild sexiness.

Elizabeth followed Paola from afar. She had discovered Paola's secret just three weeks ago. Elizabeth started remembering her casual encounter with Paola.

--0--

Elizabeth's parents were expending a couple of months in Europe, and Elizabeth being so ecologically conscious as she was, decided to walk to school at least a couple of days a week instead of using her red mustang. That Friday she tried to find a shortcut to her home and she walked out of her usual route; soon she found herself walking thru a rundown strip mall, she realized that the shortest path isn't always the best. She was trying to figure her way home when she saw Paola walking a few yards ahead, still carrying her ragged blue backpack.

She was deciding if she should approach her to ask for directions. She had seen Paola in school many times they took History together, but she hadn't crossed a word with her. Their social circles simply didn't collide at all and they hadn't been yet forced to work on a project together.

Elizabeth was still undecided, she wasn't classist, but it was so uncommon in her little society to trespass social barriers that despite her rational beliefs in equality, (she considered herself a leftist) in real life she felt pretty uncomfortable talking to 'them'. Then her thoughts were interrupted as she saw a man approaching Paola. The man looked middle class or a bit better and was probably in his forties, he even showed some gray in his hair.

To Elizabeth's surprise, after a little talk, the man held Paola's hand and both walked away. Elizabeth couldn't avoid following her classmate. She was so curious, "Was he her boyfriend?" she thought feasting on the juicy gossip, "gross, he is too old".

They turned to the back of the strip mall, There was an aisle with a vending machine and several doors. She saw the man putting some bills in the vending machine, and it delivered a keycard. He used it to enter one of the doors.

Elizabeth was mesmerized, was her classmate going to fuck with her old boyfriend in these hourly rate rooms. She was too curious to back up. She approached the room door trying to listen but she was too afraid to be discovered peeping. So she put some bills in the vending machine, selected one hour, and the room next to the one her classmate occupied and it blurted another keycard.

With trembling hands, she entered the room. It was so forbidden to be in that cheap room made for sex. The place was scarcely furnished; it had a nice queen-size bed and a bedside table. If there was still doubt of what these rooms were for, there was a big circular mirror in the ceiling, and the back wall was fully covered by another mirror. The back wall had also a door covered with a mirror, It didn't have a handle which made it even more discrete. It was designed to permit the access of the cleaning lady from inside the building, so there was no way that they could collide with the customers in the aisle or something. It was reasonably clean but the idea of people having sex there, made Elizabeth feel both repulsed and excited. She had never done anything so kinky, so forbidden. She approached her ear to the wall. It was a cheap one, so she could hear the muted voices of her neighbors.

"Lily", said the man which surprised Elizabeth, "Is it her second name or what?", she thought.

"It would be the usual fare?"

"Yes sir $250 for your full fantasy", said Paola sexily.

"Did you bring the school uniform and the wood ruler?"

"Of course sir. I bought the uniform used, it is authentic and belonged to a junior high girl, it would look very tight on me as you like it."

"Ok, let's start then."

There was silence for a few minutes, Elizabeth supposed Paola was changing clothes, but then she heard.

"So little Lilly, you failed to deliver your homework again. What do you think you deserve for this failure?"

"A reprimand?" Said Paola in a high girly sexy voice.

"I think more than a reprimand is in order, it is the second time this week. You have one more chance to tell me, What do you deserve?"

Elizabeth heard an unintelligible whisper.

"What?" said the man. "I can't hear you."

"A spanking," said Paola in a shy-girl voice.

"Yes, a spanking is in order, come to my lap."

Then Elizabeth started hearing clapping sounds. Elizabeth took her hand to her mouth, the whole situation was amusing at first, this was certainly a grade 'A' gossip; her classmate was receiving a spanking for money! But after a while, the high-pitched whines of Paola and the constant clapping were getting to Elizabeth, and she was starting to feel oddly aroused.

"Let's give you the last few ones directly over your panties," said the man, and then added with feigned surprise, "What! You aren't wearing any panties! You deserve a much harsher punishment, bring me your ruler."

Elizabeth could clearly hear thru the wall the barefoot steps of her classmate clapping against the floor, and then after a few seconds, she heard a completely different clapping. He was spanking her with the ruler! Over her naked behind! It must have been painful because soon the whines of Paola were accompanied by very sincere sobs and pleads to stop. By then Elizabeth had pulled down her pants, and panties and was shamelessly rubbing her pussy, aroused by the odd situation.

"Principal please!" said Paola in the next room, "I'll suck your cock, I'll let you fuck my ass, but stop, I would dress decently next time," the phrases said in a high pitch and in between deep sobs sounded completely realistic.

"Ok Lilly, suck my cock, and all is forgotten, but do it right or I'll punish you again."

Elizabeth was surprised that she could hear Paola's slurping sounds across the wall, finally, she heard the man grunting, and Paola's feigned sexual ecstasy.

"Leave the cum on your face, and return to your classroom," said the man, and a few minutes later Elizabeth could hear a door open and close. Elizabeth fingered herself to orgasm imagining her classmate, with her face full of come, after prostituting herself in the most degrading way. That day she waited until she heard Paola leaving before abandoning the room. She didn't want to encounter her in the aisle or something.

--0--

Back to the present Elizabeth followed Paola trying to be as sneaky as she could. She was doing it for the fourth time. She didn't tell anybody what she knew about Paola's activities. She convinced herself that it was because she was merciful, but deep down she knew it was because she was ashamed of her own behavior, and most of all because keeping it to herself it was more probable that she could attend another Paola's performance. And so she did, all in all, she had sneaked into the neighboring room a couple of times after that first encounter, and had seen Paola going with different men each time.

--0--

The second time was pretty similar to the first, Paola was now a Greek slave instead of a schoolgirl, but she ended up whipped and being fucked in the ass by her salacious master. Apparently, Paola wasn't wearing anything but a leather collar and ankle and wrists cuffs. Elizabeth was so excited picturing her classmate in that sexy demeaning outfit, that she disrobed completely in the room next door and masturbated with contentment while hitting her tights with a wooden ruler.

The third time, Elizabeth came prepared to get the most from the experience, she was carrying in her backpack a used schoolgirl outfit, a very short Greek-style tunic, and a leather kit of ankle and wrist cuffs. They were not "real" bondage gear, no she would never approach an adult store in a million years, after some research she bought these cuffs from a gym store, they were intended to be used to exercise legs and arms using weight sacks and cable gym devices. She also had brought one of her dog's old collars.

This time however it was a little different.

"Hi Lily", said the man. He was a gentleman in his early 50's who looked higher class than Lilly's usual clientele.

"Is Miss Sanchez to you fag," said Paola in a very authoritative voice, but sounding more uneducated than her real voice, somehow more gang-like.

"Of course Miss Sanchez."

"Give me your wallet puto."

"Ok. $350 will do for now, better bring more money the next time you useless fag, now take off those fancy clothes, animals don't deserve clothes."

"Yes ma'am," said the man, in an afraid but excited voice.

"Lick my boots clean."

"Is this clean to you stupid boy?" said Paola punctuating her question with a leash on the man's body.

Elizabeth was entirely surprised by Paola's change of attitude. She was entirely another person. Commanding, instead of submissive, she was putting that successful man thru his paces. Elizabeth was a little disappointed but she didn't want to leave before Paola and risk being discovered.

"Now put this collar and leash. I want to walk my dog."

"Stupid dog you must walk ahead of me, not behind!" she said, and a rain of swats could be heard. They were a lot stronger than the spanks that Paola received on those previous occasions.

Elizabeth started to immerse in a fantasy. She imagined herself as a young successful executive paying an ignorant, mediocre teenage girl to humiliate her like Paola was humiliating the man next door. She took off all of her clothes and put the leather dog collar on her slender neck, and crawled on all fours around the room while listening to the hot scene developing next door. Paola was ordering the man to suck her tits and lick her pussy while she was constantly whipping his body and insulting him with degrading names, she finally ordered him to masturbate and spray his seed all over his clothes. By then Elizabeth was laying on her back on the disgusting floor masturbating with content using a deodorant bottle as a dildo to an earthshattering orgasm.

--0--

After following Paola quite a few times she realized that she only had customers on Friday afternoons. That is why Elizabeth didn't go with her friends. She didn't want to lose her weekly entertainment, so she followed Paola to the strip mall once again. She was getting hornier just trying to anticipate what fantasy Paola was going to enact. She was now watching from a convenience store just across the street at the back of the strip mall. She would have to follow her quickly to see what room Paola would enter, so she could get the one next door.

This time she came even more prepared; she had bought several padlocks, and a new pink dog collar that she had bought specially for herself. It even had a bone-shaped metal tag that said "Princess", it made her shiver. That was the nickname that some of her father's employees used to affectionately call her; now when the chauffeur or the maid called her "princess " it would send shivers down her spine picturing them seeing her wearing this demeaning dog collar.

Just then she saw Paola circling the strip mall and entering the secluded aisle of the fuck-rooms as Elizabeth now calls them. She practically ran across the street and cached a glimpse of the door of cubicle #1 closing. The screen showed that it was rented for 2 hours. She quickly rented cubicle #2 for the same amount of time and entered it. She considered that the most dangerous part of her game was entering, and exiting; she didn't really know who else used these rooms, and the thought of running into somebody she knew was unthinkable, it would pretty humiliating to be found there, and even more, to be found alone; she would be seen not as a horny teenager looking for a safe place to have sex, but as a little pervert. Just that thought sent shivers of shame and arousal down her spine. Still, she knew the chances were pretty slim, the whole business seemed designed to keep the traffic to the common aisle as low as possible so people didn't run into each other.

Once in the cubicle, she felt pretty safe, and her horniness took over any other emotions that she could be feeling. She tried to hear what was happening in the other room, but this time they were quiet. She thought with disappointment that maybe this time the client wanted just plain sex with no role play at all. She decided to obtain the excitement on her own role-play, hoping that at some point Paola and her client start enacting some hot fantasy.

She took off her expensive tennis shoes, peeled off her designer jeans and carefully folded them, and laid them over the bed; then she took off her white blouse and put it over her jeans. She was supposed to look casual in jeans and a simple blouse, but the silken blouse shouted money from a mile afar. She was undecided about taking off her underwear, she was wearing her sexiest set; it was white lace and satin, the bra was a push-up that enhanced her 32-B breast and made her look a little bit bigger, and the panties were a very sexy bikini that exposed just a couple of inches of her nice and firm buttocks. Finally, she decided that naked would be more exciting, so her underwear quickly reunited the rest of her clothes over the bed.

Then her pulse started racing, she was very nervous and she didn't know if she should do this, but her horniness was clouding her mind. She put her dog collar and the ankle and wrists' cuffs. Then she put the keys of the padlocks over the bedside table and used one padlock to join the d-rings of her ankle cuffs together. Now her breath was short and ragged, she was hornier than ever, and put the other padlock joining her wrist cuffs behind her back. She hesitated before closing the padlock.

"What if something goes wrong?" she thought. But then reassured herself thinking that she had tested the padlock's keys a thousand times, and she had opened the padlock with her hands locked behind her at least 10 times. So she knew she could undo her bondage anytime she wanted. She finally closed the padlock, the metallic click sound magnified in her head a thousand times.

Her arousal skyrocketed. She fought against her bonds and realized that they won't give up; she must use the key to open them. She squirmed on the bed for a while. She regretted not having something to stimulate her longing pussy. She tried to rub her legs together trying to build a climax, but it didn't help her enough. She felt deliciously frustrated. She planned to tease herself during Paola's session with her client, then she would release her hands and rub herself raw.

Then she heard in the room next door, "Thank you, sir, see you around." said Paola's voice.

Then Elizabeth could hear the man walking to the door, "Aren't you coming Lilly?"

"No sir, I'll wait here for another 'friend' that is going to come in half an hour."

"Shit!" thought Elizabeth "what a show stopper. What should I do? Open my padlocks and rest, maybe dress again, or wait like I am until Paola's client comes."

She was undecided, but she didn't want to undo the bondage that she just was beginning to enjoy. So she decided to wait a few minutes before taking it off. Instead, she resumed her useless fight against her bonds, she was even beginning to sweat.

Elizabeth closed her eyes trying to focus on a medieval fantasy when she heard something that almost gave her a heart attack. She turned up to see and she saw the cubicle door open! There must have been the worst moment of her entire life, standing smirking at the door portal was no other than Paola Hernandez!

After a couple of seconds of paralysis, she turned around trying to get the padlock keys but Paola easily won the little race to get them.

Elizabeth looked up at Paola, her plate size eyes reflecting her fear of the situation.

"Please give me my keys," she barely whispered. Her nervousness and overwhelming embarrassment didn't allow her to talk any louder. She felt her throat tightening and even felt that the air was faltering her.

"My oh, my," said Paola who was surprised and amused by the whole situation, "who would have known that miss goody-two-shoes was such a pervert."

"Please," repeated Elizabeth.

"No, Elizabeth. Yesterday the manager of this place called me and showed me some videos of the last few weeks. He was concerned that I was being repeatedly followed by some young blond girl, that always entered the cubicle next to mine, and was always alone. So he was afraid that you could be some kind of journalist or even someone sent by the police. When I told him that I probably knew you, he gave me a master keycard so I can enter your cubicle and question you about your intentions."

Elizabeth's mind was flooding with things and images. It was now clear that Paola this time entered the cubicle with the owner instead of a customer.

"He was just the lure to catch me, and what a way to catch me!" she thought desperate at her stupidity of repeating her pattern four times by now. "What was I thinking?"