Sometimes you may think that you know that certain person with whom you work or who lives next door, who they are and what they are all about, but how many times have you been surprised by what you find when you truly get to know them ..
Part 1
'He walked right past me,' Kellie Andrews thought, her proud shoulders drooping and her spirit sagging just a bit. She sighed but held her head up. 'Bastard walked right past me without so much as a tilt of his head or a blink of his eye.'
Kellie had spent several precious minutes primping in front of the tall broad mirrors in the second floor ladies room, the one preferred by most of the top female executives; her unruly wavy hair swept elegantly into a twist, held in place by a sapphire-encrusted clip, her lip gloss and eye shadow seductively perfected, her soft, worsted wool suit smoothed into place, her silk blouse fluffed. An alluring unignorable smile had been rehearsed and presented with a casual, improvised nonchalance. But it was her eyes, her steely blue eyes, clear as a bright spring morning, deep as a crystal pool at midnight, popped open wide and sparkling like the stark afternoon sun glinting off a rippling pond, those had been guaranteed to lure a grin onto his face, curl his lips into a devilish smile, turn his head toward her for once, just once and bring him to notice her. But he didn't. Ross Byner, the bank's most eligible bachelor and the handsomest hunk of maleness on two feet, who had never failed to ignite an all-consuming, yearning flame in her belly, simply walked right past Kellie upon leaving the meeting they had both attended. Maybe it was her glasses, the tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses perched on her pert little nose, perhaps obscuring her most redeeming feature.. Maybe she really needed to look into getting contacts or LASIK.
Kellie remained standing in the hallway at the end of the line of plush executive offices, her portfolio of important documents clutched to her breast, her hands shaking, her body trembling, her throat clenched so tightly that she could scarcely draw a breath. Ross strode away from her confidently down the hall toward the bank of elevators, his footfalls cushioned by the thick rich carpet, an emerald green color trimmed with a bead of red the color of blood. Head lowered, she turned back toward the stairs and slunk along, her feet complaining about the new shoes a size too small, the heels an inch too tall. Yet they did such wonderful things to the curves of her calves. Maybe that was it, the skirt of her suit hung too low and covered up those luscious curves. Men liked legs didn't they, legs in heels, legs in stockings, luscious legs that ran all the way up to her hips?
For a moment Kellie permitted herself a brief salacious dream of the warm and moist paradise that he would have found at the top of those legs and how she would surrender it to him, willingly, with no condition nor appraisal required, and how he might take it, ravenously, ardently. Then her moment was over and she drew a deep breath and she trudged down the stairway, her heels clattering down the steel and concrete steps, her palm chilled by the cool steel handrail. How could he have not noticed her? During the entire meeting she had surreptitiously attempted eye contact, smiling demurely, her bright blue eyes blossoming widely, her head attractively tilted toward him. After all, she had volunteered to serve on this ridiculous Team Feasibility Committee only for the express purpose of meeting Ross Byner, the Executive Vice President of the Business Finance group.
She had been so sure that he would notice her, would smile and say hello, or make some light passing comment about her avid participation in the meeting. His reputation for flirting with attractive female bank employees was notorious and Kellie was more than willing to offer herself as his latest conquest. Maybe it was her conservative suit or her eyeglasses that spoiled her tawdry little scheme. Her boss, the branch manager, had often complimented Kellie during her performance reviews on her professional appearance, conservative never overtly fashionable or outlandish. And she had recognized the polite yet leering grin that bunched up his face whenever she visited his office. But he was much older, decidedly married, with children in college and certainly the type who would have never entertained much less acted upon a prurient impulse with an attractive female employee. That left it up to the dashing Ross Byner and she had failed. Miserably.
'He walked right by me! Bastard,' she thought.
Turned out onto the downstairs lobby from the stairwell, Kellie passed the bank of elevators, slumping back toward the cage, the room behind her bank teller window. She should have known that the elevator door would open at that precise moment and that Ross Byner would emerge, accompanied by Derek Hampton, another hotshot young exec, and a pretty redhead whom Kellie didn't recognize. She glanced up at Ross expectantly but not hopeful. He smiled broadly, but not at her, and promptly took the arm of the woman to whom he had extended the smile. Watching the cheery threesome breeze past her, Kellie didn't know who the woman was, but she was jealous of her, she hated her, and yet she wanted to be that girl with her delicate arm held by that strong gentle hand that she would let him place anywhere on her body. Anywhere.
Kellie sighed heavily, wearily, desperately. It was bad enough that her ex-boyfriend, Jerry Kaminski, was dating the girl who inhabited the window next to her and that he called Heather constantly on her cell phone and had the uncanny knack of showing up almost every time the two girls shared lunch together. But then it had been Heather's suggestion that Kellie join the bank's Team Feasibility Committee, management's feel-good effort to improve communications between all levels of bank employees. It had presented her with a great opportunity to make nice with Ross Byner, the co-star of her most private thoughts and recent daydreams. Now in the face of this most recent defeat it seemed like the suggestion was some sort of sick joke, and maybe even Jerry's idea. Kellie didn't care anymore. She just wanted to go back to work and lose herself and her misery.
"So how did it go?" Heather asked in a perky cheerful clear voice that ground into Kellie like the sharp teeth of a cheese grater.
"Boring," Kellie replied setting down her armload of folders and booting up her computer console.
"What did he saa-ayy?" Heather asked. The girl had an annoying habit of singing certain words for emphasis. Not that her words were ever significant enough to require stress or prominence or that her singing voice made the emphasis redeeming.
"Nothing," Kellie answered, her eyes downcast as she typed in her password into her terminal.
"Did you try the Look?" Heather then displayed her other annoying habit of holding her hands up, thumbs and fingers shaped to frame her smiling lively face. Maybe she really did believe that her life was as glamorous as the movies. But since she was dating Jerry Kaminski, Kellie knew better.
"I tried everything," Kellie remarked, exasperated and humiliated by the entire episode. "I tried the Look, the Stance, the Laugh, the Lean-everything."
"And?" Heather asked. "Aaa-annnd?"
Kellie looked over at Heather glumly. "Nothing."
"Aww, poor baby."
Heather said something else to her, but Kellie didn't hear it. In truth, she went on to say a lot of things to Kellie over the next couple of hours, but Kellie continued to ignore her. Instead she concentrated on her customers, on doing her job, the only thing that seemed to give her any sort of pleasure lately. With a bland idle listlessness Kellie served out her time the remainder of the afternoon and left for home without saying goodbye to anyone. Not that it would matter because no one ever really noticed her to begin with.
Later that evening, Kellie wandered through her apartment mindlessly. Boredom was setting in, terminally. It was after nine o'clock on a Friday evening. A girlfriend had left a message inviting her out to the movies, but Kellie had declined, not wanting to spend another evening gazing at a flickering big screen stocked with beautiful movie stars. She rolled her sky blue eyes. What made those Hollywood actresses so great anyway? Being utterly perfect in all ways and being worshipped by the superficial masses perhaps? Besides, those trips to the movies always ended up at a raucous smoky barroom where they would watch all the perfect, petite girls with their perfect hair and their perfect clothes compete for the attention of the guys who always seemed to be looking to add another trophy to their collection.
Kellie's lips curled into a smirk as her gaze deepened into her reflection in the full-length mirror in the hallway. Her mind flipped through the images from tabloid celebrity magazines and those of the shallow, superficial bar girls with the perfect bodies and perfect giggles and perfect smiles. She chuckled sadly to herself thinking, 'Good thing we have brains, cuz we're definitely not one of the beautiful ones, honey!'
She had changed clothes, carefully stripping out of her skirted business suit, arranging it on the hangers along with her tasteful silk blouse. Her dark auburn locks were now lowered but pulled back into a messy ponytail at the nape of her neck. Tendrils of unruly wavy hair sprung free around her face in random corkscrew patterns. The dimmed light within the hall cast an unflattering gray gaze over her flesh, well, what was visible. A funky pair of large, fuzzy slippers complete with white monster claws adorned her feet. A pair of droopy yellow pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt emblazoned with a red heart screaming, "Virginia is for Lovers" completed her comfy home-alone outfit. The tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses remained perched atop the bridge of her pert little nose. She would go without them altogether if she wasn't so nearsighted. She had heard all of Heather's, "You'd be so pretty if you'd do this, or that," comments. Kellie wasn't interested in doing this or that; she was merely interested in doing her job and... well, once she thought about it, nothing else really. Except when it came to Ross Byner or someone like him. Oh, the things she wanted to do to him...
Rolling her eyes once again before the self-defeating thoughts came charging back, Kellie turned away from her average looks displayed in the mirror and padded into her bedroom, her adored room, her private sanctuary. Unfortunately, even as a full time bank teller she didn't have a salary that allowed her a lot of luxury, but what she could afford, furnished the bedroom with an elegant splendor. The overwhelming color within the room was a rich, dark maroon. Sumptuous draperies hung at the windows. The walls were covered with a romantic elegant pattern. The room was further accented by the flickering of various candles on shelves, on the bureau, atop the antique armoire. She loved candlelight. There was just something so comforting, warm, and romantic about it. Not that anyone had cared lately to share the romance with her.
Kellie crawled onto the bed and fired up her laptop. Her fingers aimlessly played upon the keys as she surfed the net, a few indulgent minutes of harmless Internet window-shopping, a fantasy spending spree for things she probably could never afford. She sighed. When is that rich old man going to show up at my teller window ready to deposit his millions and leave me a handsome tip? That really did happen.
Click... click... click...
Site after site passed by before she stumbled onto a new lingerie shop. 'Trashy Dot Com? I don't think I've ever seen that before,' she thought. She guided the pointer around the window, checking out the exotic bras and panties and chemises. Did real women really wear crotchless panties and ridiculous bras that didn't even cover their nipples? Since Jerry had dumped her, Kellie didn't have any particular reason to purchase sexy lingerie. No boyfriend, no casual lover, not even a peeping Tom neighbor. No reason to dress up in luxurious nightwear or slutty, trashy, scandalous underwear. Even if she had, who would want to see her frumpy body in them? She was nowhere close to model perfection or the sexy centerfolds that men always seemed to lust after. She groaned softly and banished non-constructive thoughts. Suddenly a new window splashed onto her screen.
Live Girls Now!!!
"Oh, God... not tonight," Kellie muttered under her breath. Another damned pop-up! The appearance of the raunchy website made her feel a twinge of guilt, as if she had viewed something nasty and despicable, and as she attempted to close the window down suddenly a cornucopia of porn ads, sex chat rooms, or one of a million other disgusting websites spilled out. Her fingers began to ache as she continued to close the various flashing obscene screens. Do men really go for that kind of trash? What fool would pay for that kind of garbage? Probably only horny lonely losers living in their mother's basements who need to submerge their meaningless existences and feed their pointless lust by jerking off to some flickering fantasy. Frustrated, she exhaled deeply, rustling the puff of hair obscuring her glasses. 'There's no way I can battle these ads,' she thought, and was ready to press the power button and shut off the damned machine.
Live Girls Now!!!
'Damn! Not again!' Yet, this time, Kellie didn't close the window. As if seized by some strange instinct pulling at her, she clicked the button to take a tour of the site. Her eyes scanned the successive pages. 'What is this all about?' It seemed simple enough. She chuckled softly. Chat with girls with web cams. She thought of the viewers. She gave a thought to the girls themselves. 'How could they do this?' A sweep of confusion tempered her features as she looked over the girls. Most were wearing provocative clothing or no clothing at all! But what she did notice was that they were not perfect. One was simply fat, another's breasts were drooping unappealingly, and none of them were particularly pretty, not like the models that she saw parading along Fifth Ave. There were a few with lips horrifically distorted from inexpert Botox injections and bubbling artificial bosoms of silicone or saline. Yet here they were advertising themselves like they were goddesses of sex! Kellie couldn't help but laugh out loud. Must be a lot of lonely loser guys out there paying to watch these girls strip and do whatever it is that they do. Masturbate? That must be what they do. What else is there at that point?
"Hell, if these girls could do this, then I know for a fact that I could," Kellie suddenly blurted out loud. The sound of her words echoed in the subdued quiet of her room and surprised her. As soon as she spoke them, her world seemed to stop, and she thought about what had spilled out from her lips, involuntarily, uncontrollably. 'Well, why not? What's to stop me?' A thousand reasons suddenly began to pop up within her mind: what if she was recognized? What if someone she knew saw her? What if her boss saw her, or her father, or her baby brother? What if the viewers laughed at her? What if? What if? What if? Kellie shook her head furiously attempting to clear the negative thoughts.
Kellie went to her mirror and took another cursory appraisal of her looks. She took a deep breath, arched her back and posed provocatively like one of the girls on Live Girls Now!!! She certainly wasn't overweight, her breasts were firm and full and pointed appealingly upward, and with her hair undone she was certainly as pretty as they were, maybe even more so. Sure, she didn't have the delicate petite frame that men seemed to fawn over, but her figure reflected curvaceous and very feminine proportions. She dashed back to her laptop and clicked through to read the rules on becoming a Live Girl. It seemed anonymous enough and the more she thought about it, the more certain she became that no one she knew and respected would ever come to this kind of website. Besides, no one anywhere really knew her or even paid that much attention to her. She was nondescript, unnoticeable, and invisible.
While her thoughts raged, Kellie's fingers had already begun to work. She clicked through the application screens. It was easy enough and she typed in the necessary information to sign up and an acceptance screen flashed. Suddenly her stomach began to tingle with butterflies and an itchy nervousness crept through her veins. If something nasty happened and things got ugly, she could always just log off and disappear. It wasn't like she had to meet anyone in person or anything. There were no financial commitments, no contracts, you merely needed to be a girl with a cam who didn't object to being watched and maybe pick up a few extra bucks in the process. Besides, this might be a way to let some fun and excitement into her drab, boring life. Yet even with her doubts stirring, Kellie felt a spurt of exhilaration begin to churn wildly in her belly.
Hesitantly, she rose from her bed, found the cam her little brother had given her for Christmas, and propped it up on her dresser at the foot of her bed. She looked at herself in the mirror and cringed. 'Oh, I definitely need something sexier to wear,' she thought. 'But I don't have anything!' Kellie raced to her bureau and fumbled through the countless pairs of "sensible" panties and bras. Nothing racy like those other girls were wearing online. Then she found them. At the bottom and back of her lingerie drawer, still wrapped in pink tissue from the store, a skimpy little black lace bra and panties that she had bought months ago for Jerry, but had never worn. She chuckled. The prick had dumped her, so maybe it would be fitting for her to model them anonymously for some lonely stranger.
Kellie stripped off the Virginia Lovers t-shirt and kicked off her slippers. The pajama pants and white cotton briefs went flying across the room. She stepped into the sheer pair of panties-little more than a g-string actually. She had forgotten how skimpy they were as she placed the tiny triangle of lace over the mound of her sex and adjusted the strings over her hips and down between the cheeks of her butt. How absolutely decadent she felt! Then she fit herself into the delicate little black bra. Depending on the time of the month, she might at best fill out a full C cup, but tonight she looked absolutely... well, busty, her breasts pushed up high and threatening to spill out over the dainty lace edge of the ridiculously small bra. She glanced at her profile in the full-length mirror. Hmm, not bad. But this outfit needs just a little something more.
Then she flew back to her bureau and pulled open her stocking drawer. They had to be in here somewhere. 'Ah! Here they are!' Midst all the pantyhose was a pair of sheer black silk stockings with lace tops, still in the package. Kellie ripped open the package and carefully removed them. She ran the lush silk over her cheek and down over her body, sighing at the luxurious feeling of the soft smooth fabric against her skin. Rolling one up, she raised a foot to the bench by her dresser and pulled the stocking onto her leg. She felt incredibly sexy as her hands caressed the stocking up over her calve and thigh. With both stockings adorning her legs and her feet wedged into her spikiest pair of black heels, Kellie removed her glasses, added a strategic touch of makeup, and let her hair tumble free around her shoulders. She glanced one final time at her reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized the woman smiling back at her. She felt a tingle ripple down her spine to think that the woman in the mirror was Kellie Andrews, the mousy bank teller who spent her days behind the glass at Window 5 at the good old Bailey Brothers Savings and Loan, her own private nickname for the bank where she worked.
Kellie crawled onto her bed and arranged herself, attempting a seductive pose. Staring at the computer screen and then at the set up cam, she sighed. Her heart leapt as she leaned forward upon the bed, her slender fingers typing in the user name she had selected and then pressing the Enter key.
* * *
It was a boring night like most others, no decent sporting events on TV, just a bunch of reruns and boring chick shows, so Guy sat down to his computer and began to surf. He checked out his favorite sites, getting a few laughs and a couple of thrills in the process. Of course, he ended up at Live Girls Now!!! Maybe it was a strange practice to hang out there, checking out the girls and chatting with the two or three that had become his favorites. He couldn't really spare the five ninety-five a minute to chat privately with any of them, but it was sometimes fun to talk with the girls for free, and, in a weird way, it was sort of good practice for those rare occasions when he had an actual date. Besides, it was always worth a few yuks to see how stupid some of the other guys were with their begging and whining.
Clicking through to the membership page, he watched as the pics of the girls who were online flashed onto his screen, Rosette, DreamGirl, BluLove, SabrinaX, Kiaraa, HeatFantasy, XXBeautyXX, 42DDMelons, DarkAngel, WetAmber, SexyPrincess ... hmmm, this last one was new and, like a wolf smelling fresh meat, he clicked on her image. Huh, what do you know? A really nice looking brunette with curly hair and a really decent body, wearing a lacy black bra, tiny little matching panties, dark stockings and heels, lying on her belly typing on a laptop that lay almost off screen. She had a fresh clean look, not cheap and tacky like so many of the other girls. The background looked pretty exotic though, with deep lush romantic colors and lit candles, almost like a movie set. As she typed and looked back up to the screen, she smiled a sweet sexy smile that instantly caught his eye, so he began to type.
GuyHouston: hell-ooo, princess
SexyPrincess: hello Guy
GuyHouston: you're new aren't you?
SexyPrincess: yes this is my first night
GuyHouston: can i be the first to say that you are looking lovely tonight
SexyPrincess: thank you, Guy
GuyHouston: so how do you like it so far?
SexyPrincess: I dunno ... seems like fun I guess
GuyHouston: so where are you located?
SexyPrincess: umm, not supposed to say
GuyHouston: come on, you can tell me
SexyPrincess: that's against the rules
GuyHouston: i won't tell anyone ... where are you from?
SexyPrincess: from heaven
GuyHouston: lol nice answer ... you look like it and god must be bummed out that you escaped down here ... you're very pretty
SexyPrincess: thank you, Guy
And so the next few minutes progressed. Several other guys logged on and began to chat, many asking her the same repetitive questions, her age and location, whether she was shaved or trimmed, and then mostly requesting or demanding her to show off her tits, ass, or pussy. There were a few who inquired about her favorite sexual position, asked to see her feet, or more boldly asked her to finger herself. She seemed hesitant and shy, and more than a little put off by the gross nature of some of the questions or demands, and the overall unfeeling attitude of the chatters.
Xavier: show me tits!!!
SexyPrincess: you know the rules, show me respect
Xavier: show me tits!!!!!!!!
SexyPrincess: show me respect, show yourself respect
Xavier: show meeeee tiiitttsss!!!
SexyPrincess: take me private and I'll show you everything!
Xavier: tits!!! tits!!! tits!!!! tiiiiiiiiittttttssss!!!!
SexyPrincess: idiottttttttt!!!!!!!!
Guy decided to enter into the fray.
GuyHouston: hey guys, give the lady a little respect
SexyPrincess: thank you, Guy
GuyHouston: np, some guys have no class
SexyPrincess: too bad for them, can't they see that I am worth it
Guy saw a little smile flicker on her lips as she looked back to the camera and rolled onto her side. He liked the way her breasts nearly fell out of the bra and the trim curves of her tummy that lead down to the sheer panties.
GuyHouston: you certainly are worth it
SexyPrincess: so who is interested in seeing more??
JustMe: show me feet plzzzzzz!
SexyPrincess: don't you want to see more than my feet, honey??
GuyHouston: hmmm, you make it sound pretty interesting, princess
SexyPrincess: you seem like a nice enough guy, I would make it more than interesting
GuyHouston: hmmm
JustMe: feets plzzzz
JustMe: show feet and i take you private
GuyHouston: don't listen to him, princess, promises, promises
SexyPrincess: lol, Guy, so I've heard
Xavier: tits, pleaazzzzzzz just one peak ok????
SexyPrincess: I'll show you everything if you click into my private room
Guy felt sorry for the cute girl on her first night, so he thought, 'Maybe this would be fun.' Without another thought, he anteed up and bought some time, enough for a twenty-minute show, and then clicked through to where her webcam image was doubled in size and he could talk with her privately. She seemed excited to see someone purchase a private show, but looked more than a little nervous, as if unsure about what he would request.
GuyHouston: hello
SexyPrincess: Hi
GuyHouston: i wanted to spare you for a while from the beggars
SexyPrincess: that's okay ... so what do you want me to do??
GuyHouston: what are you up to doing?
SexyPrincess: I don't know ... this is my first time
SexyPrincess: hehe
GuyHouston: oh boy! a virgin!
SexyPrincess: yeah! hehe
GuyHouston: why don't you put on some music, something you like, something that you can move to
SexyPrincess: so you want me to dance for you??
GuyHouston: yeah! a special sexy dance!!!
The girl scampered off the bed and disappeared for a moment only to return smiling.
SexyPrincess: that helps, thank you ... so is that your real name??
GuyHouston: sort of ... guy is my real name and i live in houston, sooo ... what's yours?
SexyPrincess: SexyPrincess
SexyPrincess: what did you think??
GuyHouston: lol ... i deserved that ... so why don't you make yourself comfortable?
SexyPrincess: I'm lying on my bed, that's pretty comfortable
GuyHouston: but you are wearing that tight confining underwear
SexyPrincess: oh, yeah ... hehe
He watched as she got up onto her knees and reached around very matter-of-factly to unhook her bra.
Guy's fingers flew to the keyboard.
GuyHouston: whoa! whoa! whoa! not so fast!
SexyPrincess: oh, okay ... what??
GuyHouston: try it slow and sexy, ok
SexyPrincess: um, right, like a strip tease??
GuyHouston: yeah, just like that
SexyPrincess: okay, thanks for being so helpful and understanding
GuyHouston: no problem ... this is fun breaking in a virgin
Guy looked on as she began to run her hands over her body. At first she seemed uncomfortable with touching herself. Maybe she was a real-life virgin too. But as she continued, moving her hands over her breasts, then down over her tummy and belly and around to her butt, she seemed to relax and get into it.
She began to play with her bra, slipping the narrow little straps down off her shoulders, fondling her breasts through the cups, tossing her hair over her back. With each movement, she seemed to grow sexier, bolder, and more excited. If he wasn't mistaken, he could see the tips of her breasts begin to show through the cups of her bra. Guy typed in his encouragement and each comment seemed to incite her to become bolder.
GuyHouston: that's it! very sexy!
GuyHouston: mmmm, very sexy!
GuyHouston: take your time princess ... take your time ...
He rubbed a hand over his crotch and felt his cock growing firm inside his jeans.. "Gonna have to do something about this," he said aloud to himself, pulling at his zipper. Just then she began to lean forward, her breasts nearly overflowing her bra, and reached behind her back. She looked into the camera and licked her lips. "Oh fuck! This IS going to be fun!" he said to himself as he pulled his jeans open and took his cock into his hand.
GuyHouston: oh fuck baby!
She paused to type with her bra still fastened but nearly falling away from her body.
SexyPrincess: you like??
GuyHouston: mmm, don't stop, honey, you're beautiful!!!!!
* * *
Ricky Pratt sat confidently on the bar chair as he looked down along the sleek mahogany bar of the Local Brew Company. He grinned when glancing upon at the empty chair beside him, vacated for just a few minutes by the sweetest, sexiest girl he had taken out in a month. Her supple leather jacket was draped over the seat back and her half-filled Cosmo sat on the cushy cocktail napkin awaiting her return. Veronica Taylor was every bit of five feet ten inches of blue-eyed blonde beauty. Her every feature, the high-rounded cheekbones, the dazzlingly perfect smile, the sweet dimples when she smiled, and a shapely full-breasted body mortal men only dream of all broadened his grin.
He had met her during a photo shoot for Dymazon, an important big client of his ad agency. He and his favorite copywriter had come up with a terrific ad program for Dymazon's new lycra-like fabric that would feature a pretty model in various outfits from string bikinis to executive women's wear. When Veronica first walked through the agency's door, Ricky knew without a doubt that she was the girl for the campaign. Throughout the shoots, she had looked mouth-wateringly gorgeous wearing everything in which they had dressed her. And now that the shooting had been wrapped up and the ad campaign was ready to run, Ricky sat smugly thinking of what it will be like to finally undress her.
Their date had gone so well, dinner at Cabot's, dancing at the Sixth Street Ballroom, and now a nightcap at the Local Brew. Ricky was feeling so confident, not like the last date he had had with a pretty model. This time he had remembered his best jokes and Veronica had laughed so sweetly. Since she didn't know how to speak French, he had ordered dinner for her and she seemed impressed by his smooth proficiency. They had fast danced with great energy, and slow danced very romantically. He knew that her place wasn't far away and thoughts of what would happen next danced in his head.
Then his eyes caught her strolling back from the restroom, her tall slender body sheathed in a silk dress of shimmering aqua that complimented her eyes perfectly. Her hair was freshly brushed and buoyant, her firm round breasts bobbing ever so slightly beneath the sleek fabric of her dress. 'Oh, yes!' Ricky thought as he felt a sexy tingle spread from his belly to his thighs and chest. 'Oh, god, yes! ' Veronica slipped back onto her bar chair and smiled at him.
"So?" Ricky said, sipping his Johnny Walker Black.
"So," she answered, lifting her Cosmo and drinking.
"So what are you up for doing now?" he asked, keeping his voice deep and low.
"Actually, I'd like you to take me home," she said finishing her drink.
"I can do that," he said downing the last of his Johnny W and trying to suppress his eagerness.
"You know, this has been really nice," she said slipping a long slender arm into her jacket. Ricky stood and took hold of the jacket to help her slip it on. "Thanks," she said with a polite little smile. "You are a really great guy, cute and funny," she said standing beside him. "But you know, I'm not sure that anything will come of it."
"What? What do you mean?" he asked, stopping in his tracks just as he was about to lead the way to the door.
"You're really nice, but I..." She paused. "I just don't feel any sparks, you know. No electricity."
"B-b-but, I thought..." he stammered. "Doesn't cute and funny count for something?"
"Ricky. My brother is cute and funny but that doesn't mean I'll sleep with him," she said, smiling politely. "I just don't want to give you the wrong idea. I had a really great time working for you. This is going to be great for my career-for our careers, but that's all it is. Nothing personal."
She hadn't. He had given himself a few ideas, but as he felt his heart sink in his chest, Ricky smiled and took her arm. "Then I'll take you home." He did and was rewarded with a quick smooch on his cheek.
"Don't bother getting out," she said before slipping from the cab. "I'm glad you understand, Ricky. Good luck!"
And then she walked out of his life. Oh sure, he watched her every footstep up to the apartment building doorway, letting the sway of her ass swishing underneath the light aqua silk burn itself indelibly into his memory, and then waited a few moments more before telling the cabdriver to pull away, feeling his heart fall apart as it sank deeper into his gut. 'Fuck! Shit, fuck, and god-dammed!' Ricky thought. 'What's wrong with chicks nowadays? What's wrong with me? They say they want a certain someone, but when they find him, they decide they don't want him. Fuck! No sparks? If she had invited him in she would have been seeing sparks, guaranteed!'
He smacked the seat beside him, still warm from her sweet little ass. Maybe he should have ordered that extra drink instead of trying to keep sober... just in case. No matter, there was a bottle waiting for him at home. And coming home he poured a tall one, light on the ice. As he took a sip, he glared at his reflection in the mirror that hung over the liquor cabinet. 'I'm not a bad looking guy,' he thought. Tall, muscular, handsome face with dimples, intense green bedroom eyes. Why didn't Veronica go for him? 'Her fucking loss, that's all.'
On his way to the couch he stopped at his desk and decided to check his email. What the hell else was there to do? He sat and jiggled the mouse to wake up his laptop. Maybe his comrade-in-arms, Glenn, had sent him an update on the final details of their campaign. Or maybe not. His email box was loaded. 'Look at all this crap!' Free Viagra samples-delete! Penis patches-delete! Online pharmaceuticals-delete! Cheap mortgage refinancing-delete! Hot sorority girls taking big black cocks up their asses-delete!! Just what he wanted to spend the night checking out tonight! Fuck!
As he went down the list deleting left and right, he paused, thinking that the sender of the last message he had just jettisoned looked familiar. Was that Glenn's address or Doug's maybe? Shit! He went to the deleted items folder and scrolled through until he saw what had caught his eye. Nah, it wasn't Glenn's or Dougie's email addy. He took a sip of Johnny W and clicked back to the inbox but a pop up appeared. Damn! He pressed Alt F4 and another one appeared. "Fuck, I hate this!" he said aloud as he pressed Alt F4 several times as the popups persisted. I have to get a better firewall, he thought. Then they suddenly stopped and he cleared them all until the last one was crowding his display. There was a picture of a sexy girl who looked more than a little like Veronica wearing a sweet smile and a black lacy baby doll outfit.
Live Girls Now!!!
"Talk to a live nude girl now for free! No membership charges, ever!" proclaimed the flashing text. "Yeah, right!" Ricky said out loud but then he laughed. "What the fuck!"
His curiosity had gotten the better of him. Ricky clicked on the go button and a grid filled up with pictures of the girls captioned by their names. Enchantra, SexyCharlotte, Exxtasy, DreamGirl, Jazzmin, Alexandrah, Cherie, SexyPrincess, lots of Sexy(fill in the blank) ... they all looked pretty hot in the thumbnail pictures. Jazzmin, a smoldering redhead, looked very sexy, so he clicked on her image. When her live camera shot appeared, Ricky cringed. Nah, kind of chubby with cheap whorish makeup. How about Cherie, a sweet little blonde? Oh my god, he thought when she showed up live. Bony with small saggy tits and wearing weird-looking, ill-fitting undies. 'This is sick,' Ricky thought, 'I'm not going to waste my time with this shit!'
But another picture caught his eye with the caption, SexyPrincess, an exotic looking brunette (or was that red hair?) with ice blue eyes. What the fuck? Maybe just one more, he conceded, then clicked on her icon and her live image popped onto his screen. She was sprawled across a deep maroon satin bed spread wearing a very sexy purple lace bra, matching g-string, lace top thigh highs and heels, with a laptop resting nearby. 'Now this is more like it!' Ricky thought. Her long thick wavy hair was cascading over her shoulders as she tapped at her keyboard. Ricky began to read the chat box.
LongThickMan: show me your tits pleeeeezzzzzzzzzzzz!
HornyGuy68: i think i love you
FetishDude: u have white panty pleees white panty!!!!!!!
SexyPrincess: show me your wallet, Thick
FetishDude: white panty!!!! white panty!!!!!
SexyPrincess: Do you have something against black, Fetish? What's wrong with these??
Then SexyPrincess glided her hand down over her belly, her fingers disappearing underneath the sheer purple lace of her panty. She looked directly at the camera and Ricky felt a twinge of arousal. There was something in the look of her ice blue eyes, in her sultry sexy smile, in the way her breasts nearly overflowed the tiny bra, in the way she touched herself that grabbed him. 'Oh my god!' he thought. 'This girl is beautiful! What the fuck is she doing on a website like this?' She was a lovely natural beauty with the clearest smoothest creamy skin, a full sensuous figure, and a terrific pair of bright eyes. She should be modeling or in the movies or something!
KidRock: hey, baby! show mee ur asss!
SexyPrincess: Where were you a minute ago, Kid?? I was on all fours, hon
KidRock: cume on! just one peake at ur ass and i'll by a privte show!
SexyPrincess: You can do better than that, Kid ... use your imagination and try typing with both hands
Then Ricky decided to type something. He felt nervous as he typed and had to correct three mistakes before pressing the Enter key.
Guest15815: hello sexyprincess! how are you feeling tonight?
HornyGuy68: lol fresh meat princess!
SexyPrincess: hello Guest ... I'm feeling great ; ) welcome to my room!!
FetishDude: white panty!!!! white panty!!!! white panty!!!!! ppppplllleeeezzzzzz!!!!!!
Swifty: hello baby!!
SexyPrincess smiled broadly and sat up. She brushed her hair back and fluffed it out sensuously. Her movement had altered the lighting on her enough to show off the auburn highlights of her hair. This time the picture on the intro screen hadn't lied. This girl was gorgeous!
SexyPrincess: Hello Jim!! I've missed you!! :P
Swifty: not for long baby!!
She began to type and looked at the camera, tilting her head to the side, letting her long dark hair fall over her right shoulder and tumble down to cover over her breast. 'My god, this girl is beautiful!' Ricky thought. 'Oh my god!' Then the window showing her webcam image shrank down to half sized and grew a little fuzzy. 'What the fuck? Just my luck for my system to fuck up right now!'
HornyGuy68: oh boy! private time! must be swifty again ... he's in love with her
GuyHouston: yeah! he buys time with her like he's a millionaire!
HornyGuy68: a fool and his money ... lol
GuyHouston: a girl has to eat you know, hornyguy
HornyGuy68: well, she is the best
GuyHouston: u got that right! for a newbie, she shot right to the top of the list!
While the other viewers carried on their own little conversation, narrating and speculating on the fuzzy image of the private show, Ricky sipped his Johnny W and sat and watched as SexyPrincess appeared to chat for a minute or two. Then she began to do a slow sexy strip tease, taking her time to show off her body as she peeled each garment away from her body. Watching as she stripped off her flimsy little bra and revealed her perfect natural breasts and teased her nipples to the peak of erection, Ricky felt his body respond, growing warm while his cock grew hard. He squinted at his laptop screen and watched as she continued, with her hands moving to down to fiddle with her g-string, pulling it taut against her mound. 'Jesus! Why can't I meet a girl like this?'
With strands of early morning sunlight streaming in through the lush curtains of her room, Kellie stood, poised before the mirror, her hands smoothing over the dark navy jacket of her suit. She always wore dark suits to work, either navy or black. Nothing dramatic or faddish like Heather and the rest of her coworkers. She stuck to the good ole classics that had always served her so well in her profession. Her hands adjusted the collar of her crisp white blouse making sure it was perfectly aligned. She sprayed a spritz of perfume to the pale flesh of her throat and a little upon her wrists and the pulse points of her neck. One of Kellie's vain indulgences was expensive perfume. It made her feel daring in a secretive way. Her tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses were perched primly upon her nose as she finished pinning her lustrous dark auburn tresses into a tight chignon at the nape of her neck. Why did her hair have to be so untamed? Why couldn't it be so silky and straight like Heather's? Finally, with her panty-hosed feet safely tucked into the comfort of the matching navy heels, she was ready to go. Kellie, your friendly neighborhood bank teller was reborn for another day at the trusty old Bailey Brothers Savings and Loan. There were no traces of who she had been or what she had done the night before.
Kellie hurried out of her apartment, locking the door behind her. She made her way towards the elevator at the end of the hall. It was usually very quiet during the early morning hours, her footsteps hushed by the cushy carpeting. Her mid-town apartment building wasn't overly crowded. Some career-minded single people, a pair of older seniors, and only one family of three. Kellie could tell you the name of her neighbors, their occupations, much of their life history, but very few of them knew much about Kellie. She was the polite, well-mannered girl who worked at the bank two blocks from the apartment. The majority of them banked with her company.
She passed the door on her right as she walked by. Mr. Arnold Lewis. Real estate agent. He had moved in six months ago after he and his wife divorced. Real sweet older gentleman.
On the left, Mr. Charles and Annie Mae Carter. They were high school sweethearts, on the verge of celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. They invited Kellie over to dinner at least once a month.
On the right again, Milan Sanchez, jet setting model. She kept the apartment just to have a place to crash for a day or two between jobs. Kellie and Milan had actually become "friends". Yet it was a clearly one-sided friendship, with Kellie taking care of Milan's place while she was traveling, which was almost all the time.
Then across the hall from Milan, Ricky Pratt. Handsome, big time advertising guy. He was normally polite when they stumbled across each other in the hall, although he barely noticed her. He was probably in the same fraternity as Ross Byner, the one populated by great looking men who were after great looking women. Kellie figured he would probably make a good match for Milan because he had never given her a second glance.
Finally she made it to the elevator, her slender fingers finding the down button. Waiting for the arrival of the elevator, she sighed softly contemplating her day. Then there was the muffled sound of rushing footsteps. A man in a hurry she thought. Her eyes closed recalling whom it might be coming from that direction.
* * *
Still in a fog from the night before, Ricky tumbled out from his apartment toward the elevator. He was already running late for his breakfast meeting with his contact from St. Claire Industries. He had almost turned the corner by the elevator when he realized that he had forgotten the file he had thrown together to prep for the meeting.
'Damn!' He ran back to his apartment and retrieved the file. 'Fuck! Now I'm another two minutes late! That's what I get for staying up so late watching some beautiful young woman masturbate online! What a god-damned fool I am!' With a chuckle, he hustled to the elevator but still couldn't wash the image of SexyPrincess from his mind. He had been mesmerized by the sensuous and erotic way she had touched herself and he had grown so intensely aroused from watching her.. Even his dreams had been filled with erotic flashes of her body, her smile, and her eyes.
Ricky rounded the corner and stepped up to the elevator. Standing there was... oh, what's her name, who lived down the hall.... the Bank Chick... Kellie, 'Yeah, I think that's her name.' He remembered seeing her nameplate by the window a few times when he had banked his paycheck, but always remembered her as the Bank Chick. She always looked so... so... so plain, always dressing so ordinarily, with her hair pulled back severely and the big eyeglasses. Not like her girl friend who lived across the hall from him that he had seen her hanging out with, that hot model chick, Milan, and certainly not like his new-found Internet fantasy girl SexyPrincess.
"Hi," Ricky said politely when the Bank Chick glanced over at him. He reached out and pressed the down button even though it was already lit. Stepping away from the elevator door, his mind bounded back to SexyPrincess and the sensuous way she had licked her lips and dipped her hand inside her panties. 'I'll bet the guys are all over her in real life. And oh, the things I would do to that sexy body of hers!'
"Hi," the Bank Chick answered softly. "Why do people always do that?"
"Huh?" Ricky said, tugged out of his dream by her question. "Sorry, I'm sort of distracted this morning.
What did you say?"
"I asked why people always press the button even though it's already lit." She smiled at him shyly.
"I dunno," he replied with a nervous laugh. "Force of habit or something. Just want to make sure it's pressed all the way." He noticed the way she looked at him, probably thinking the worst of him. Oh well, it's not like he was really interested in her. He pictured her coming home and slipping into a big fuzzy bathrobe and bunny slippers and curling up with a thick self-help book. Not like Milan or SexyPrincess.
The bell rang and the elevator door opened. Ricky reached in and held the door back gentlemanly so that she could pass inside. An older woman moved to the back corner as the Bank Chick and he got in. They stood silently side-by-side as the door closed and the car began to descend. The older woman was grinning in their direction, obviously misreading the situation.
Ricky became aware that the Bank Chick was glancing at him from the corner of her eye and when he returned the glance she smiled weakly. He took a deep breath. At least her perfume wasn't frumpy; it had a very lush expensive scent, certainly not an old lady perfume like the old broad in the corner was wearing.
The elevator car slowed and stopped at the ground floor. Again, he reached his arm through and held the door open so that the ladies could exit safely. He felt the Bank Chick brush against his arm as she moved past, mouthing a soft, "Thank you." Then he moved out himself and followed the two women through the lobby and out the front door.
"Would you like me to call for your car, Mr. Pratt?" the doorman called out to Ricky.
"No, thanks, Leonard." Ricky replied. "I'm meeting a client at Strumpet's over on 52nd street for breakfast. That's only a couple of blocks and close enough to walk.
"
"A 'power breakfast' again this morning, sir?" Leonard inquired with a straight face. "Third time this week." Leonard was a friendly middle-aged black man with a medium complexion and a trace of freckles who was always dressed in a clean crisp uniform. In the old days he might have stood his post outside at the door, greeting residents and their guests. But with modern security measures he presided behind a semi-circular desk arrayed with monitors and remote lock switches. Still his friendly demeanor never failed to bring a smile to all but the most pickled faces. He knew everyone and everyone in the building knew him.
"Of course ... what else?" Ricky answered with a hearty laugh.
"Just be careful of the hi-carbs," Leonard warned. "Very out of fashion these days!"
Ricky laughed again and turned in the direction of the restaurant. At the crosswalk, he found himself standing beside the Bank Chick again. Then he realized that Strumpet's was in the same block as her bank, an interesting coincidence. Oh well, it was a beautiful morning out and he had lingering visions of a beautiful sexy girl dancing in his head, and he hoped to have them there all day.
* * *
Fumbling through a few items within her purse, Kellie halted at the crosswalk, finally looking upwards after giving up on finding the stamp for her letter. Looking to her right impatiently and then to her left she observed her deadly handsome neighbor, Ricky Pratt, standing beside her. He was smiling nicely, the faint indentations of his dimples highlighted by the early morning sun. He had the most serene look on his face. Probably the net result of a tawdry liaison with some leggy uptown girl. He was so tall and well built with broad shoulders, thick chest, and narrow hips. His hair was a sandy brown, light and wavy, his eyes were green and deep. She didn't want to appear obnoxious by staring at him but having never been this close to him, she couldn't help it. Nice round cheekbones and an engaging smile always melted her. But this one was just like Ross Byner. They were probably fraternity brothers.
"Guess we're headed the same way this morning," Kellie said softly, smiling warmly at her handsome neighbor. Her cheeks nearly blanched pink as she thought of his deadly good looks. She scolded herself for being silly enough to be taken in by his striking good looks. Then the light changed, her heel dropped from the curb and before she knew it, they crossed the street together and conversation was rising to her lips with surprising ease. "Have you met Milan, yet? The girl who lives across the hall from you?"
"I've run into her once or twice," Ricky replied with mild surprise tingeing his voice. "You two are friends, aren't you?" He shot an interested look her way.
"Yes," Kellie answered quickly. "Yes, we hang out together. Often. Well, as often as her work allows."
"Thought I had seen you two leaving the building a couple times."
"Maybe you have," Kellie remarked with a grin. "Milan is quite the club girl."
Surprisingly their small talk continued as she stepped up the curb upon the other side of the street to put the blur of passing traffic behind them.
"She's some kind of fashion model, isn't she?" Ricky asked.
He had a great voice, deep and resonant with just a slight sexy rasp. Kellie could listen to him all day and had to stifle the urge to think of him as more than a neighbor. This thought was confirmed when his eyes glanced toward her and seemed to look through her, past her, as if looking for someone else.
"Yes, she is," Kellie answered. "A Ford Model."
"Figures," her handsome neighbor replied with a self-satisfied smirk. "What else do girls like her do in New York?"
Kellie's smile curled her lips again, brilliant and just bursting with a sudden impulse. "Say, would you like to have dinner with us sometime? Milan and myself? Maybe you could bring a friend?" Kellie knew it was bold and Milan would probably kill her, but she had already mentioned to Milan that she thought the two of them would make a good match and now here was the chance. She also knew that Milan would be back in town by Wednesday.. "How about Wednesday at 7? Can you make it? Please say you can... I guarantee you'll enjoy yourself. Besides we should all get to know our neighbors!" She laughed softly at her own silly wisdom.
Kellie halted outside of the bank as she awaited his answer. She still had a few moments before she needed to be at her teller's window. Her glittering sky blue eyes locked upon his, hoping for an affirmative answer.
* * *
"Wednesday at 7, you say?" Ricky replied suddenly intrigued by the possibilities of having dinner with Milan Sanchez. He did have that late meeting with the Morgan Group to go over their second quarter campaign, but that should be done by five or six at the latest. "Yeah, I can swing that. You sure that Milan can make it? I heard that she was out of town."
"I know," replied the Bank Chick with a soft smile and trace of a giggle. "She's always out of town. But she'll be back by then, I'm sure of it."
"Great! Sounds like a fun way to get to know one another," Ricky replied.
Even with the bitter taste of rejection still on his tongue from his abortive date with Veronica Taylor, his thoughts immediately turned to Milan, whose reputation as a hot, go-to model was legendary. He remembered the first time he had seen her swooping into their building, flirting with Leonard the doorman, who had subsequently tipped Ricky off as to who she was and other pertinent details. Then there was the last time, when he had seen her and the Bank Chick leaving to go out clubbing, and how absolutely smokin' she looked in a strappy little top and snug hip hugging pants. Maybe this was meant to be or something... Kismet, fate, something. Maybe she would be as hot and sexy as the SexyPrincess he had seen online. He could only hope. "Say, do you know where she's been?"
"Barbados for a swimsuit photo shoot," the Bank Chick answered. "Before that a fashion layout in Italy and southern France."
"Tough job," Ricky laughed.
"Maybe tougher than you think," the Bank Chick answered. "From what she tells me."
"Well, I'm in advertising and work with models all the time," Ricky said. "It isn't the easy work that many people seem to think it is.."
"A lot of times there's more to any job than meets the eye," the Bank Chick replied.
"Like yours I suppose," Ricky said, looking over at her closely as she nodded and smiled shyly. This had probably been more conversation than they had ever shared before, certainly more than he ever intended. She seemed pleasant enough. Smart too, and if she could provide a tasty entrée to the love of his life, then it was more than worth it playing nice with her.
"Well, speaking of it, here's my bank," said the Bank Chick as they neared the door to her branch office. "I hope you have a great day."
"Yeah, thanks," Ricky replied. "You too.... oh, and thanks for the dinner invite!"
The Bank Chick smiled sweetly, wiggled her fingers in a cute little wave, then turned and walked through the heavy brass revolving door. Beneath the stiff fabric of her skirted suit, his eyes caught the sway of her ass as she disappeared into the bank. Not a bad shape entirely. Maybe with a little makeover or a few glasses of wine she might loosen up. Nah! Too much work with no guarantee. Besides his mind was more attracted to the prospect of meeting Milan Sanchez over dinner in a couple of days, up close and personal. If that didn't work out there was always the online SexyPrincess. Ricky glanced at his Rolex. Strumpet's was just around the corner and he had five minutes to spare before his breakfast meeting. Life is good, life is sweet!
Part 2
Kellie Andrews's workday had been uneventful but passed quickly. She watched the clock as the bronzed hands clicked down the last seconds until five o'clock. She smiled and waved goodbye to her coworkers as she glided out of the heavy brass revolving door of the bank onto the street. It was only Monday and already she was itching to be free of the constraints of her job, responsibilities and just be herself. She fell into the flow of the sidewalk and lost herself for the few minutes it took to walk home. She grinned at the thought that spending another evening as SexyPrincess could help her relax. Kellie laughed as she waved to Leonard poised behind the security desk.
"Good day, Miss Kellie?" he grinned as she placed a fleeting kiss upon his cheek.
"It was good enough, Leonard. How was yours?"
"Nothing special. Although, Ms. Sanchez did fly in and out in an awful hurry. She said to tell you she was booked for a last minute shoot in Belize and wouldn't be back home for two weeks."
Kellie's face fell flat as Leonard shared the news.
"Are you kidding, Leonard? Just when I had planned a way for Mr. Pratt and Milan to meet!" She began to laugh nervously, tossing her hands into the air, "Well, there goes dinner."
She grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note upon it.
Plans for dinner have changed. Give me a call at 241-8957 or stop by. Thanks! Kellie
"Leonard, if you wouldn't mind, when Mr. Pratt arrives, could you make sure he gets this?"
"Absolutely, Kellie. You know, I'd be willing to be a stand-in if you need help evening out the numbers for your dinner with Miss Sanchez."
Kellie shook her head, admonishing the kindly doorman. "Behave, Leonard." And with that she disappeared into the elevator.
Kellie noticed amongst her mail was another check from Live Girls Now!!! Her first had been for a few hundred dollars. She had banked half of it and spent the other half on upgrading her lingerie drawer and splurging on some ridiculously expensive European perfume. Each week seemed to bring a larger check, the apparent result of her growing popularity. Maybe those skinny perfect cheerleader types had the boys flocking around them at the clubs and raves, but she had all that and a little something else to take to the bank.
Upon first signing up, she had felt ill at ease, almost afraid that she'd become some sort of cheap online whore selling her charms to the highest bidder. But a few weeks into it, Kellie didn't feel like a whore inside; besides she wasn't selling her virtue, only a virtual image of it. And with each successive evening, she grew more relaxed and discovered that she could be in charge, she could be in control for once, she could set all the rules, and if the guys didn't like it, she could tell them to fuck off, literally. And if she was just going to end up going home alone and masturbating, why not pick up some sort of compensation to go along with the satisfaction?
With her last check Kellie had gone out and bought a new camera, one with a higher quality lens and a remote control that she could use to zoom in and out and pan all around her room if she wanted. That improvement alone had increased the number of visitors and lengthened their private shows. Her wicked little secret life as SexyPrincess had brought her many nights of sexual fulfillment and had ensured that her private life was no longer endlessly boring..
Three hours later, following dinner, her transformation was complete. Kellie knelt upon her bed, thighs split wide, hands covering the swell of her breasts. Glistening oil-slathered flesh peeked between her splayed fingers as she squeezed her full heavy globes. She laughed wildly as she rolled her hips, feeling the hum of the buzzing toy nestled so deep into the channel of her heat. Damp velvet walls clenched upon the small egg-shaped vibrator as the thin blue satin of her panties held it inside. Ribbons upon ribbons of dark auburn hair fell down the curve of her bare back as she swung her head back and forth.
averageJoe: ride that toy, baby!
hornyinhonolulu: omg...you're fucking gorgeous!
Supporting her breasts with one arm, attempting to conceal her hardened nipples, Kellie reached down to peck at her keyboard.
SexyPrincess: okay guys .... who's ready for a hot private?? Don't make me get dressed again!!
hornyinhonolulu: i'm ready bb!
averageJoe: no $ = no pvt :(
MichiganMan: princess..i'm about to..fuckkkk...
Kellie's chest heaved as her breathing labored and burned her lungs. Then her screen flashed as one of her many fans had clicked into a private show. MichiganMan. She wasn't surprised in the least, since he had visited her room several times before. Her hands slid down from her breasts down over the plane of her belly till finally her fingers fluttered over the swollen nodule of her panty-covered clit. The swift motion caused the sweetest of twinges to pulsate through her body. Her arms squeezed her glistening breasts together, her taut and erect nipples throbbing with each heartbeat. Her head dropped forth, spilling her hair forward, vivid blue eyes peering at the camera before a kittenish smile flashed upon her saliva moistened lips.
SexyPrincess: what would you like MM??
MichiganMan: make me cum baby
SexyPrincess: how can I do that best??
MichiganMan: the way you did last time..take off the panty and show me your pussy
Kellie pulled the scrap of sheer blue satin away from her pussy, revealing the tip of the toy cushioned between the folds of her sex.
SexyPrincess: this tight little wet pussy??
MichiganMan: fuck yeah!
SexyPrincess: How close are you, MM??
MichiganMan: very...very close...baby...
SexyPrincess: imagine, mmm ... you are my toy ... grinding inside of my body, filling my cunt ... can you feel me??
MichiganMan: ohhh shitttt............
Kellie pushed back from the keyboard. One hand pulling the satin panties away from her body, thrusting the toy deeper inside and crushing her clit. The heavy lips of her pink sex were clearly visible as she bounced, riding the toy harder and harder until the pleasure shattered her body.
MichiganMan: ohhh fuccccckkkkkkkk cummmmmmminnnnnngggggg
* * *
The day had been a breeze for Ricky Pratt, from the very successful breakfast meeting with St. Claire Industries to the very, very successful mid-morning meeting and luncheon with people from David Addams Associates. That was followed by a long meeting with the obviously pleased people from Dymazon, who glowed over the early reports on the Dyreema fabric campaign, bravely overcoming his heartache upon seeing Veronica Taylor's sexy smile in nearly every shot. And the day was topped off with a visit by the Big Guy himself, who clapped him on the back, congratulated him on his success with Dymazon, and then took him out to dinner.
Talking and laughing with the boss over dinner and drinks, Ricky smiled broadly. Yes, life is good, and he was living it! Another year or two, and his progression down the mahogany paneled hallway would be complete, landing him in his own corner office. Yet as good as his career was going, he wanted someone to share it with, someone special, someone beautiful, sexy, famous even. Someone like Milan Sanchez, perhaps? 'Damn! Would she be a catch or what?' He pictured having dinner with her, taking her out on the town, maybe a trip to the company condo down in Barbados.. His thoughts about Milan were so vivid that it seemed only an afterthought when the Bank Chick came to mind. Was she really setting him up with Milan, and why? Maybe she realized from the start that he was out of her league and that Milan was a much better match for him. Yes, Wednesday, 7 PM. Indeed, life is good!
It was late in the evening by the time Ricky reached home.
"Welcome home, Mr. Pratt," called out Leonard as Ricky stepped from the cab and whisked into his building whistling a tune. "And how went your day?"
"Terrific, Leonard," Ricky answered as his mail was set before him. "Wouldn't have changed a thing!"
"Glad to hear it, sir," Leonard smiled in reply. "I can see that you're leading the way on the fast track!"
"Give me another year and we'll see," Ricky chuckled as he turned toward the bank of elevators.
"Oh, Mr. Pratt!" Leonard said holding out a small note. "Miss Andrews left this for you, sir." Ricky turned back and took the small note from Leonard.
Plans for dinner have changed. Give me a call at 241-8957 or stop by. Thanks! Kellie
"Hmm, what's with this?" Ricky wondered out loud. "Thanks, Leonard," he said vaguely as he continued toward the elevator.
"I believe Miss Sanchez was called out of town for one of her famous photo shoots, in Belize I believe it was," Leonard called out after him. "Two weeks this time. If you're not able to make dinner with Miss Andrews, I'd be more than pleased to stand in for you."
"Oh, right, sure," Ricky mumbled distractedly. He took a deep breath before stepping onto the upward bound elevator. 'Damn! Let's just be cool about this. Good things are worth waiting for, right? When she's back in town things will come together. I'm sure of that! ' He stuffed the note into his jacket pocket as the elevator door closed behind him. Besides, things were going so well for him right now at work. He had enough to keep himself occupied for the next couple of weeks.
He listened to the half dozen phone messages that were waiting for him, none important. Then he shuffled into the kitchen, pulled a cold Heinie out of the fridge and went into his home office to check email. Ricky pulled his keys and stuff out of his jacket pocket and set it on the desk before slipping off the jacket and placing it on the back of his chair. Sitting before the glow of the monitor he tapped his way into his email box and flipped through the messages there. God bless the spam filter he had downloaded! The email from his sister, "125 Things Not To Say While Having Sex," made him chuckle. Might actually be funnier if he was having sex regularly.
Ricky thought about writing a note to Veronica, but figured there was little use. He was ready to log off when suddenly the image of the SexyPrincess from the Live Girls Now website popped into his head.. Maybe she was online again tonight. A few clicks later, there she was in full living color on his monitor. Ricky leaned back in his chair as he looked on. Damn! She looked so hot! He had never seen a girl like this before, so wantonly sexual. Sure, Veronica Taylor was so very pretty and Milan Sanchez was downright gorgeous, but he doubted that they could be half as sexy as this girl. And the Bank Chick? That sweet little mouse surely had no clue about how to turn on a man. Not like this!
SexyPrincess was kneeling on the satin sheets of her bed, her hands cupping her full breasts, fingers pinching and pulling at her thick swollen rosy nipples as her hips rocked back and forth. What was that beneath the tiny triangular panel of her panties? A vibe, maybe? Damn! Hot wasn't enough of a word for this sensational girl! Ricky felt his lonely cock spring to life as he watched her toy with her glistening breasts, her long auburn tresses cascading wildly past her shoulders and down her back.
Ricky dropped his hand to his crotch and felt his hard cock snake its way down the leg of his boxers. Suddenly the screen image of SexyPrincess shrank down as she slid her hands down from her breasts, over her belly, her fingers flirting with the waistband of her panties. Despite the postage stamp-sized fuzzy flickering image, he could see her head shake, her hair fly forward wildly, her liquid blue eyes smiling between the wild locks of hair as a sexy grin creased her glistening wet lips. Some lucky bastard was getting the hottest private show. Passing his hand over his pants, Ricky could feel his cock grow fully erect as he watched her dance erotically before the webcam. He opened his trousers and pulled his throbbing manhood out, feeling it spring out into his hand, grateful for the release from its snug confinement. SexyPrincess leaned back and grabbed at the toy buried in the wet folds of her sex, clearly visible through the thin satin of her panties. As she ground the tool against herself, Ricky could almost hear the sound of her cries of pleasure.
Ricky felt his arousal grow stronger as he watched her lean back on the bed and withdraw the vibe from her sodden little pussy. He winced with pleasure when she put it to her lips and licked her juice from it.. Then she turned over onto all fours and began to thrust the toy into her pussy from behind. For another few minutes her wild mane of wavy auburn hair flew about her shoulders as she tossed her head back and forth; her breasts bobbed frantically; her hips rocked in a mad rhythm as she ground the toy deep inside her glistening pussy. With a final flurry of thrusts SexyPrincess collapsed onto her bed and rolled over.
Then her image grew back to regular size. Goddamn! She looked incredible! Her chest was heaving and her body was glistening. She lay still for a moment before sitting up and reaching for her bra. Instantly Ricky could imagine being with her, watching her get dressed after a mind-blowing bout of sex, and his body responded accordingly. He was so hot for her, he wanted to contact her. With one hand on his cock and the other on his computer mouse, he clicked on the message box and then began to type one-handed.
HandsomePrince: great show darlin
SexyPrincess: TY Handsome...You're new to my room, aren't you??
HandsomePrince: yes...but maybe there is something we can do to get to know each other a little better
SexyPrincess: With a nickname like yours, how can a girl resist?? What would you like??
She looked at the camera with her luminous blue eyes blazing. Ricky could see the flush of arousal on her cheeks and neck and chest. Her luscious rosy aureoles were taut and puckered and clearly visible through the sheer blue satin of her bra; the dampness of her pussy was apparent through the thin panel of her panties pulled tight against the folds of her sex. He could feel a strong sense of desire building up deep inside his body. Ricky could feel his hand tremble as he went to type his message. His fingers were on the wrong keys and typed some gibberish. He deleted the garbled message and began to type again but the other viewers grew impatient.
MichiganMan: go for it dude!!
hornyinhonolulu: come on bud...she's the best...i'm telling ya
SexyPrincess: So do you want to fool around or what, Handsome??
HandsomePrince: well, yeah
SexyPrincess: then click on the private show button and we can have all the fun you can handle
Ricky clicked through the membership screen and purchased some private time with her. He stroked his cock slowly as his computer connected for the private show. He was nervous and excited and had never felt his cock grow so long and hard. This wasn't a real girl, here with him, just some girl somewhere else in the world, but why was he so turned on? Then his full screen came alive with her image, sharp and clear with just a small box on the side for chatting.
SexyPrincess: So what do you like, baby?? You like it hard and fast, or are you the kind that likes slow and gentle??
HandsomePrince: i like to make love starting slow and gentle and take my time building up to hard and fast...with lotsa foreplay
SexyPrincess: Mmm!! Making love...foreplay....sorta romantic...I like it
Her response gave him confidence and he decided to be a little bolder.
HandsomePrince: thnx...so why don't you get naked and let me eat that sweet little pussy of yours
SexyPrincess: This little old thing??
She fingered herself underneath her blue satin panties while Ricky stroked his hard cock gently, priming himself for the show to come. He had never done something like this before, so anonymous and impersonal. He had always thought that guys who did this kind of thing were pathetic losers, but he felt so aroused by this sexy young woman, that his old beliefs didn't matter.
HandsomePrince: oh yes, honey, that pretty little thing...feel my tongue licking it through your panties
SexyPrincess: Mmm, yes!! Are you trying to turn me on??
HandsomePrince: absolutely
SexyPrincess: My kind of man!!
He watched as she rubbed herself with her long fingers before finally withdrawing her hand from underneath her panties. She knelt on her satin bedspread and reached behind to unclasp her bra. She took her time, teasing him, tantalizing him, prolonging her striptease until his cock was dripping with precum. He could almost smell the intoxicating scent of her pussy as she began to tug her panties down her shapely legs. His mouth was watering, his pulse was racing, and his cock was long and firm. This felt so... so... so dirty, but it felt oh, so good!
* * *
Kellie waved to the camera one last time and blew a kiss. With one deft move she clicked off her cam and logged off the Internet. Now that she was alone, she lay back onto her rumpled bed. She felt exhausted but incredibly fulfilled. That new guy must have spent well over an hour with her. Although flickering through her mind had been the image of a hotly desired pair of shoes that she had been lusting over for weeks and now would be able to buy, her thoughts quickly returned to her new customer. What a gentleman, so polite and sexy. HandsomePrince, indeed! Sure, he was probably some overweight middle-aged guy with a wife and three kids in braces. Whatever else he was though, it was his words that had burned themselves into her. So romantic and loving, just the way he described how he would make love to her had drawn her through a series of sharp orgasms. Had he really cum all over his keyboard like he had typed? In a way it was gross, something she hadn't thought much about in the weeks since she had started her camming career. But she sensed something about this guy. He was different, he was special, he was no superficial Ross Byner or self-absorbed Ricky Pratt; he was her HandsomePrince.
'Oh, crap!' Kellie thought and then grinned, laughing at herself. 'Handsome Prince? Girl, you really have to get out more!' With a deep chuckle she rose from the bed and went toward the bathroom. She badly needed a shower, her favorite comfy cotton nightshirt, and some sleep. Her naked profile caught her eye as she passed the full-length mirror. Who was this reckless woman with the "just been fucked silly" look on her face? Splotches of blushed skin were splashed over her chest and cheeks. Droplets of her cum dribbled down her thighs. Her cunt felt raw and worn. Her nipples were still hard and sore. But inside she felt wonderful. She looked amazingly wanton and sexual. If only her old boyfriend, Jerry Kaminski, could see her now! Poor dumb bastard probably had to listen to Heather "singing" to him all night!
Kellie stepped under the steamy blast of the showerhead. In her watery reverie, HandsomePrince was not just some middle-aged old fuck. He was young and handsome and rich and was going to make sensational love to her just like in the romance novels that lined her bookshelves. That dream carried her through her shower and right into bed. She settled down into the soft sheets and felt a welcome drowsiness seep into her mind and body. Then her cell phone buzzed on her nightstand, threatening to fall off the side when she didn't answer it straight away.
"Hello," she said sleepily.
"Um, hi. Kellie? This is Ricky... Ricky Pratt... from down the hall? Your neighbor?"
"Yes, I know," she answered, rolling over onto her tummy. "This is a surprise."
"It's not too late for you is it?"
"No. I was just getting into bed."
"I will be too in a few," Ricky replied with a chuckle for some reason only known to his male mind.
Kellie pictured him sitting smugly in a leather armchair, a drink in his hand-brandy, probably-stretching out his long muscular legs, so condescending, self-satisfied. She was struck with a gentle curiosity
.
"So what kept you up so late?" she asked softly.
"Um, uh, just out on a date."
"Hot date? Anyone I know?"
"Yeah, it got pretty hot all right," he bragged. Typical vain male chest thumping bravado. "But no one that you would know... so, what about you? What were you up to tonight?"
"Oh, just hanging with a bunch of guys I know. Did meet someone really nice."
"Good for you... say, I got your little note and wanted to get back to you about it."
"About dinner with Milan? I'm really sorry about that."
"Yeah. But don't worry. It turns out that I couldn't make it on Wednesday either. I'm going to be running kind of late on business and wouldn't want to put you out any."
"Oh."
Kellie rolled her eyes and shook her head. He was lying. She recognized the sound of a man lying his ass off. He might have told her that he had to move his elderly grandmother or would be volunteering at a rec center for disadvantaged youths and she might have believed him. Anything would have been better than the "working late" lie. Her rosy favorable opinion of Ricky Pratt was quickly fading.
"That's all right, Ricky. Milan was called out of town at the last minute for a couple of weeks anyway."
"Yeah, that's what Leonard was telling me. That's too bad. But maybe we can try for it again when she's back in town."
"Sure. Whatever," Kellie sighed softly. She knew exactly what Ricky wanted, and who. He would never be interested in dowdy little old her. Despite the burst of confidence derived from her recent success as SexyPrincess, she was quickly coming to the realization that it was her lot in life to be the handsome one's best buddy, never his lover. But a sudden impulse struck her and the words flew out of her mouth before she was aware. "If you're going to be so late on Wednesday, why don't you let me cook you dinner."
"That's nice of you to offer..." He sounded genuinely surprised. "But I've got these late meetings and don't know when I'd be getting out. I wouldn't want to put you out..."
Her impulse had surprised Kellie. She normally wasn't prone to such magnanimity especially with someone in whom she had so little interest. "Oh, it's all right. Really. I can make something that keeps, you know spaghetti or something."
"Well, I don't know..." He was fidgeting, looking for a way to weasel out. She could tell that over the phone. Strangely his discomfort made her all the more determined to get him to come for dinner. "I'll be really late."
"That's not a problem. I have plenty of things to do around here to keep me occupied. I don't mind waiting. I don't have anything else planned that night."
"I guess," he said, surrendering to her persistence. "Um, just as a way to become neighbors, right?"
"Right. Neighbors. Just have Leonard ring me when you get home."
"Sure."
After Ricky hung up, Kellie rolled over onto her back and sank down into the deep plush comfort of her bed. Ricky was so typically male, so arrogant and evasive and self-absorbed. Handsome guys were like that and she knew where she stood on his list of priorities, pretty damned low. But at least it was something to do. If she was really going to hang out like one of the guys, why not with him?
* * *
Ricky worked late Wednesday, not entirely unintentional. He had forgotten all about The Bank Chick cooking dinner for him until it was just after 7 p.m.. By then he had a stack of press releases to sign off on and it was another half-hour before he left the office. Then the cab ride uptown got mired down in traffic so it wasn't till nearly 9 when he reached his building.
"There you are, Mr. Pratt," called out Leonard. "Shall I ring Miss Andrews for you?"
"Oh, that's right. Let her know I'll be just a few minutes."
"Very well, sir," Leonard replied with a nod. "Do enjoy your dinner, sir."
Was that sarcasm or jealousy in the doorman's voice? Ricky chuckled as he stepped into the elevator. He was struck by a strange feeling, something bordering on dread, as he contemplated how the evening would turn out. He took a shower and slipped into a crisp pair of navy blue slacks and a sharp white sport shirt.
"Here goes nothing!" he said out loud to himself, as the door shut behind him. 'Think of it as charity,' he thought. 'Being a nice guy, a friendly neighbor. Smile politely; toss out some witty and charming conversation; be complimentary; stay long enough to enjoy dinner; fake being tired; withdraw at the first opportunity and you're home free. How could that be so hard?'
The Bank Chick greeted him at her door after a third buzz of her doorbell. He wasn't sure what to comment on when the door swung open, the rich, pungent aroma of dinner cooking on the stove, the bright fresh look of her apartment, or the girl herself, dressed in a light blue sweater and a short denim skirt, her hair a little looser than usual. If it wasn't for the heavy eyeglasses, he might not have recognized her.
"Come on in," Kellie gestured. "So glad to see you." She closed the door behind him as he stepped cautiously into her apartment.
"Thanks," he said, before tapping his forehead. "You know, I've forgotten all my manners," he mumbled apologetically. "I should have brought some wine or something."
"That's okay," Kellie replied cheerfully. "I've got plenty to choose from."
Ricky moved through her living room, glancing at the simple but tasteful furnishings, the crowded bookcases, the colorful art reproductions decorating the walls. "This is a nice place. Very comfy."
"Are you any good at opening wine?" she asked.
"I'm the best," he replied. "I used to wait tables in college and worked up to assistant sommelier at
Trango's in the East End."
"Then you won't have any trouble with a bottle of Inglenook," she said with a modest grin, standing by a small cabinet and producing a bottle of cabernet.
Ricky nodded and took the bottle while the Bank Chick scampered into the kitchen. As he watched her move off, her tight little ass swishing to and fro underneath the denim skirt, he thought that maybe he should stop thinking of her as the Bank Chick. That wasn't an especially gentlemanly way to think of her. After all, she was kind of sweet and he knew that she didn't have a single mean bone inside. He opened and poured the wine and carried the glasses into the kitchen.
Her apartment was smaller than his, just a single bedroom to his two, but it was a bright and cheerful space. She obviously had the kitchen upgrade with sleek stainless steel appliances. She stood beside the stove stirring a large bubbling pot of pasta. Through the doorway he could see the dining table set comfortably for two. He breathed a sigh of relief, as there were no candles or flowers or other "romantic" decorations. He felt vaguely reassured that she wasn't trying to seduce him. He had never had a girl "friend" before, a female with whom he wasn't romantically inclined, and surely that is where all this was headed.
"Here you are," Ricky said, holding out her glass of wine.
"Thank you, kind sir," she said with a smile and a giggle. She took a sip and then set the glass down on the counter. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Dinner will only be a few minutes more."
Ricky nodded and moved back into the living room. He noticed a modest stereo below the television set and thumbed through her CD collection. There were a few whiney female folksingers, a smattering of popular classic rock 'n' roll and alternative rock, and some old jazz and showtune albums. Then he noticed lying on top of the cabinet were a couple of brand new discs. The White Stripe's latest album and one by Bright Eyes. Impressed, he pulled the wrapper off the Bright Eyes disc and put it on the player.
"I hope you don't mind," he said as The Bank Chick-er, Kellie came into the room. "I've been wanting to hear this ever since I read about them in Rolling Stone."
"That's all right. I've been wanting to listen to it also. I was going to put that on but didn't know if you'd like it."
When Ricky moved back to sit on the couch, Kellie took a seat beside him, comfortably apart yet close enough for conversation. They both listened to the opening strains of "At The Bottom Of Everything" and they turned in unison toward each other.
"I love this," Ricky confessed.
Kellie tilted her head as if surprised at his comment. As she sipped her wine, Ricky realized that he knew absolutely nothing about her, nothing beyond her basic appearance. She had to come from someplace, she had to have a hometown, a family, ex-boyfriends, hobbies and hopes and dreams and aspirations. And he knew none of it.
"So, um, where are you from?" he asked.
"Huntington, Indiana," she answered. "And you?"
"Pittsburgh."
And so it went. They traded information about High Schools (hers, Huntington North and his, Woodland Hills) and colleges (hers, IU and his NYU after moving to the city) and majors (hers, business management and his, marketing) and family ethnicity (hers, English-Italian and his Dutch-German) and previous jobs (hers, swim instructor, accounting firm intern, and his, waiter, copywriter, personal fitness trainer). By the time Kellie announced that dinner would be ready, many of the gaps had been filled in, and Ricky had begun to feel comfortable being around her. She was like that brainy, slightly cute girl he knew in college, the one who was always willing to help him with his homework, or hang out at the bar when every one else was busy.
The dinner she prepared was fantastic: a homemade minestrone soup, a great salad, spaghetti with a delicious tomato-basil-tarragon sauce, and cannelloni for dessert. It made Ricky realize just how long it had been since he had enjoyed a home-cooked meal. He kept the wine glasses filled and Kellie kept the conversation flowing. For being just a pair of friends Ricky felt like it was a good time.
"You're quite the chef," Ricky said as he finished his last bite of dessert.
"I don't usually cook like this," Kellie replied. "Only when I have company. My mother and grandmother taught me."
"They taught you well."
Ricky was so impressed that he helped clean up the table. Instead of proceeding into the living room or elsewhere, they remained in the kitchen, finishing the last dregs of the wine and chatting.
"So anyway when Mom comes back from the store, there's this pair of legs sticking out from under the car, so she figures that Dad was doing something to fix the car," Kellie said, relating an old family story. "A few people were gathered around the car and of course Dad was wearing shorts that day-it was summer, you know-and there she can see his, you know, his parts, right there for everybody to see. She says that he never likes to wear underwear in the summer, so she squats down and tucks everything into its place to save him any further embarrassment and stands up. Just then she looks over to the other side of the car, and there's my Dad standing there with this puzzled look on his face! She looks down and realizes that it was some repairman! My Mom was sooo embarrassed!"
Ricky laughed heartily. "I'll be sure to wear underwear if I ever have to craw under your Dad's car to fix it." He gazed over at Kellie. Her cheeks were rosy from laughter, her eyes were twinkling-they looked blue, although it was hard to tell through her glasses. Although her sweater was a little baggy, he could see that she had an appealing shape, even down to the faint bumps of her nipples showing through her non-descript bra. For a moment he caught himself looking at her in a slightly different light.
"What?" she asked, having noticed his gaze and running a hand over her hair very self-consciously. "Hair out of place? Lettuce stuck in the teeth?" She picked at her front teeth with a fingernail and then ran her hands down over her body following the trail of his eyes.
Ricky shook his head. "Nothing. Just for a moment you reminded me of someone. I can't place who." He chuckled. "It's nothing."
"It's getting late," Kellie remarked glancing at the clock on the microwave. "You probably need your beauty sleep."
He laughed. Maybe it was the wine, but everything she said seemed to crack Ricky up. Maybe he was over tired, maybe it was something else. He felt light-headed and didn't want to embarrass himself.
"Yeah, it is getting late. I should probably get going," he said and drank down the last sip of wine. The glass clanked when he set it on the countertop. "Thanks for dinner, Kellie. It was really great to have some good home cooking for a change."
"You're welcome ... anytime," Kellie replied.
"I need to hit the head," he said and excused himself to the bathroom. He gave a quick glance into her bedroom through the partially closed door before ducking into the bathroom to relieve himself. When he came out, Kellie was closing the door. She smiled nervously.
"It's a mess in there," she said. "You know, girly stuff ... bras and panties all over the place. You wouldn't want to see."
Ricky arched his eyebrows. "You don't think? I might be some sort of lingerie pervert." Judging from what she was wearing, Ricky didn't expect that her girly stuff would be all that stimulating.
"I don't think I want to go there," Kellie remarked, escorting him toward the front door.
They paused at the front, face to face, looking each other in the eye. She was a great kid and he had really enjoyed the evening, but Ricky didn't want to lead her on.
"Thank you, Kellie. I had a great time."
Ricky placed both hands on her shoulders, leaned forward, and kissed her on the forehead, before leaning back and reaching for the door handle. There was a flicker of disappointment in her eyes that quickly dissipated. She smiled softly.
"Next time, I'll make sure that Milan can join us," she said softly.
Ricky nodded and then opened the door. The air in the hallway was cool and stirred him from this strange feeling of comfort that had been hovering over him all evening. When he got back to his apartment, he wanted to check his email before retiring. Besides, he never knew who might be online.
* * *
It was late when Kellie turned off the lights in her apartment and slunk into her bedroom. She hadn't thought about closing the door to her room until Ricky went to use the bathroom. What if he had seen the camera and her sex toys strewn across the bedsheets from her earlier cam session while she had been waiting for Ricky to show up? She lit the candles and began to undress.
Try though she did, it was hard to mask the ambivalent disappointment she felt. Kellie hadn't expected anything really, but her home-cooked meal and charming conversation should have earned her more than a peck on the forehead. She placed her fingertips on her forehead hoping that some trace of him was still there, something that would ease this lingering ache of discomfort. All she felt was the burning memory of his lips, full and soft and moist. They had been standing close enough, why hadn't she gone ahead and grabbed him and kissed him fully on the lips? She knew why. He wasn't interested in her; she wasn't interested in him; he was obviously hunting for bigger game. She looked over at herself in the mirror, standing in just her white cotton bra and panties. Maybe she should have worn something sexier, maybe that dainty white lace ensemble that had arrived in the mail, or a more daring top that showed off her cleavage, or a shorter skirt that revealed more of her shapely legs.
Kellie went to her lingerie drawers, now teeming with all sorts of sexy outfits, delicate lace and sheer silk and ridiculously tiny satin bras and panties and camisoles and chemises. She extracted the white lace ensemble but for some reason set it back down and walked over to her closet. There on the hanger was a purple flyaway baby doll, trimmed in dainty black lace. The panty dangling from the hanger was outrageously tiny. She stripped off her boring underwear, tossed it aside and climbed into the panties. When she clipped the baby doll together and looked into the mirror again, she felt like a different woman. She pulled the pins from her hair and let it tumble loosely around her shoulders. She slipped her tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses off and set them on the dresser. She felt a burning hunger inside, deep in her belly, a fire that needed to be fed ... now!
With the camera strategically positioned and her laptop fired up, Kellie posed provocatively on her bed and logged onto Live Girls Now!!! In a flash she once again became SexyPrincess and within a minute there were a hundred guys logged into her room. Their eager and rude greetings and ridiculously obscene requests flickered across her screen so rapidly that she couldn't answer them all.
GuyHouston: hell-ooo baby ... where you been????
FetishDude: white panty bb!!!! white panty!!!! white panty!!!!! ppppplllleeeezzzzzz!!!!!!
Swifty: hello baby!!
NineInchDude: how ru baby?
BigBlackCock: evr hve a big black dick baby???????
YouLuvIt: mmm, looking gud darlin!!
NeedsAss: show me ur ass!!
BigDick: show me pussy!! show me that fucking pussy!!!
She scrolled through the screen names in her window but didn't see the one she really wanted to see. Where was HandsomePrince and why couldn't he be here tonight when she really wanted him, when she really needed to read his words and feel his caresses reaching through the wires of the Internet to touch her, to stroke her greedy flesh? Instead of replying, she posed, on her knees leaning forward until her full breasts threatened to spill out of the purple silk and black lace of her baby doll. She posed on her hands and knees, lifting the hem of the top up and wiggling her ass so that everyone could plainly see how the panties were wedged between the lips of her engorged needy pussy.
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