Rampage Part Two: Progression
By PoeticProse69 (Sperman Alexie)
All Characters and situations (c) PoeticProse69 (Sperman Alexie)
Location: "Jammer's" Tavern (located .25 miles from Naval Base) 2:17PM
The hours are lame, the pay is passable, but at least the benefits suck,
Chandra thought as she considered having a beer before she was officially on the clock. Feeling a little crazy, she ordered a 22oz Blue Moon.
Despite the fact that the voters of the state had passed an indoor smoking ban five years earlier, the bar still smelled of stale nicotine, beer, piss and sweat.
Chandra's "Work Day" consisted of being on call for cam shows for six hours and then headlining across the street at Glamour Puss with her fetish act partner, Diana.
"Chandra" was actually a stage name to provide a little anonymity to her otherwise easily-tracked birth name of Siri. "Diana," similarly was a stage name for Cristina. The irony was that each model had chosen a stage name that had similar meaning "Shining" and "Heavenly" in two very different cultures.
Chandra took a drink from her beer, savoring the crisp wheat-and-citrus blend.
She finished the drink in less than a minute, slamming the glass down on the wooden bartop. She tossed a $5 tip onto the counter, grabbed her supply bag and headed upstairs to her cam-room.
The room was brightly lit, partitioned in such a way that the Hi-Def cameras gave the viewer a shot of either a shower, a bed, or a bondage rack. The thing was, she never knew what somebody would request. She usually had 30-45 seconds of lead time while some poor schlub somewhere out there was busily keying in Credit Card information.
She sat down and opened her tattered copy of
Fifty Shades
. She picked up in the middle of a fairly hot scene and started rubbing herself.
Fifteen minutes later, she had her first customer.
Some guy (or gal) somewhere had navigated his (or her) way through to a cam show of Chandra masturbating on her bed. The letters "JOI" showed up. This guy wanted instructions on how to jerk off. He/she also wanted... a
vampire experience?
She grabbed a glass dildo and a vibrator. Luckily, she had her cinema-quality fangs, too. She quickly dropped her jacket, revealing a red-and-black lace teddy and silky thigh-high stockings. She finger-combed her dyed red hair with her left hand while she put the fangs into her mouth with her right.
As she stepped to the bed, she grabbed a sheer black gown from one of the bedposts.
Gawwd the beer acted fast
, she thought. She was feeling a little woozy.
She climbed onto the bed, facing the camera. She looked down and then flipped her head back, hoping that her hair would look sufficiently sultry.
Within seconds, a little red light lit up on the camera. She was live.
"Hey, lover," she said. "Are you ready to get hard for me?"
She gave the camera a sultry smile.
"I want you to pull your cock out, lover," she cooed. "I want you to rub it and get it nice and hard."
She licked her lips, letting her fangs show.
She heard the door open and close quietly. It wouldn't be the first time that one of the guys (or girls) from the bar would stop in to gawk at her playing with herself.
"Oooooo... I don't usually let such a small cock into my pussy," she cooed teasingly. Usually, Jerk-Off-Instructions requests meant it was someone who wanted to be humiliated. "You'd better get it
niiiiiice
and
harrrrrd!
You've got to get that teeny penis nice and hard!"
She heard movement behind her.
God I hope whoever that is, they're staying out of the camera shot,
she thought.
"Yeah," she cooed. "Start rubbing that little thing. Get it goo-oo-ood and hard. Keep going... "
She bared her fangs as she brought the glass dildo to her clitoris.
"If I'm gonna suck your blood, baby, you'd better have that cock be..."
She felt fingers touch her shoulders. They were cool to the touch. She jerked in surprise, but tried not to let it show. She saw ruby-red fingernails in her peripheral vision.
At least it's a lady,
she thought.
Most Jerk-off guys don't wanna see a competitive cock in the shot.
Whoever was giving her the shoulder rub: a) was very strong; b) was very sensual; c) knew exactly what the hell she was doing. That even ruled out Diana, her usual fetish partner.
One of the things that Chandra missed about lovemaking was the "making love" part of it. Even Mac, her on-again/off-again lover/boyfriend, wasn't much in the way of a lovemaker. He was a great lay, a superlative 'fucker' but he wasn't a 'lover.'
Nine times out of ten, when she was doing these cam shows, she faked it from start to finish. Sometimes, (especially if she had a drink or two beforehand,) she got somewhat aroused and occasionally actually came. Her fetish shows with Diana were hit-and-miss: Sometimes she came, sometimes she didn't. It was kind of depressing.
But suddenly, she was completely aroused. Her clitoris was actually tingling. She felt a wave of concussive erotic energy wash over her.
Tender lips kissed the nape of her neck. She felt her nipples harden instantly... it was almost painful.
The room filled with a musky smell with a hint of cinnamon.
Bitch probably had some Fireball before coming into the wrong room,
she thought.
Doesn't matter now. Somebody's getting more than he paid for. We'll have to sort out the money later.
The lips began tracing kisses around her neck to her shoulder, and then around the front of her. A mop of coffee-dark hair cascaded over Chandra's shoulder. Maybe it
was
Diana.
The stranger's mouth began sucking gently on the flesh of her neck, stimulating her further. Her pussy began to swell as moisture trickled out onto the now-forgotten glass dildo.
"How long do we have?" a husky female voice whispered in her ear.
"They paid for ten minutes," Chandra whispered back. "Keep it interesting and we'll be done in three."
"Let's give them the full deal," the husky voice rasped.
The firm grip on her shoulders tightened Chandra felt herself being pushed back on the bed. The body of her fellow cam-model slid over her like cool liquid, reforming on the other side of her body.
The soft, cool hands of her screen-lover began massaging up and her legs and torso. Chandra was overwhelmed by the suddenness of the whole experience, but she allowed herself to get into character, pretending to... check that...
enjoying
it. As her lover began to peel her slinky clothes from her body, Chandra finally got to take in the full sight of this beautiful model.
She had milky-white skin and raven hair. Her eyes were what appeared to be crimson in color.
Contacts... has to be contacts,
Chandra thought.
Nobody's eyes look like that. I'll ask her about where she got them when we're .... ooooOOOhhh. God that was awesome.
The wave of what should have been her first orgasm washed over her entire body, setting her nerves on fire, causing every synapse associated with pleasure (and a few with pain) to spark simultaneously. But she didn't come. She was riding an endless tide of orgasmic glee without the payoff of an orgasm.
She felt herself being hypnotized by the rhythm of her lover's bouncing tits. She wore a gorgeous medallion that partially covered a diamond-shaped scar between her breasts.
"Oh my fucking God that was good," she hissed. "Oh sweet Jeeezus..."
"Do not invoke that name in my presence, slave," her lover hissed.
Chandra had half a mind to tell her to fuck off. But she couldn't...
"I will not," she whispered.
The crimson eyes bored into her mind as suddenly, two cool fingers bored into her pussy. A cool thumb manipulated her clit at the same time.
She gasped, feeling the orgasmic wave build again.
God, she's fucking good!
A wave of revulsion overwhelmed her.
Not G... Ohhhhh my... ooohhhh mmmmyyyyy....
Chandra began losing herself in the role of slave to this woman's
succubus.
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-...Who are you?" Chandra panted.
