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Seduced By An Entity Ch. 26


Date: 05.02.2010

Keywords: An, Entity, Seduced, 26, By, Ch.,

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To the right, a tall hearth loomed out of a brick wall; two rich wood and fur-patterned chairs suitable for recounting safari stories sat in front of it. Beyond, dark wooden doors discretely hinted at another room. On the far side of the room, fitted into a curve of the window wall, three steps led down into a wide, sunken circle. A dark frame draped with crimson and satin hung above. In the center, dominating the reverse dais, was a huge four-posted bed. It was also swathed in heavy, sensuous materials. It was clearly a "fucking bed".

She came back and took my duffel from me, then deposited it just inside the door. Taking me by the hand she led me into the room, and the door slid shut behind us. She took me toward the left wall, toward a disguised white marble door that opened with a gentle press and a click. A hidden room appeared, revealing a large glass shower in the center of an unusual bathroom. The room was focused on the round shower like an eye on its pupil. The shower itself was large enough for two, or three at the most. The sink was an afterthought on the wall, and the small door on the other side probably led to a toilet. A pair of wooden benches sat to either side of the door; towels and toiletries were stacked beneath them. To one side, the side with the best viewing angle, lounged a comfortable-looking white leather chair. Jane chatted as she turned knobs on the wall outside the shower, and showerheads a dozen feet above began pouring a steady, pattering stream. Once steam began to rise in the shower, she sank down into the leather chair and crossed her legs. "Go ahead."

I hesitated.

"There's no room for shyness in there, and you need to clean up. Unless you want to get dirty again, schoolboy." She uncrossed her legs and spread her knees. Her brows arched suggestively. I was reminded that her panties were in my pocket.

I stepped toward her, but she lifted a boot and crossed her legs again, smoothing her short skirt over her upper thigh with a smirking chortle. "I'm such a tease. Now go ahead and take off your clothes. Shirt first, please. And don't rush it."

I was still uncertain, but I pushed myself to pull my shirt off over my head. There was no reason to hold on to modesty now, but, like I said, old habits don't die by themselves. I leaned against the glass wall of the shower to pull off my shoes and socks, and watched her closely beneath my brows. She was watching me, too, but not my eyes - her gaze was roving over my body. It wasn't ogling. It was measuring. I imagined she was counting my imperfections. She stretched out beckoning hands once my shoes were on the bench, and I crossed back to her so she could slide out my belt, then slip off my jeans and shorts with an unsubtle grope. She waved me back, and said with a wink, "Put your shoulders back and turn for me. I'd like to know what I'm having for dinner."

I was no spectacle of manhood, I knew. I was average, with a small post-college belly and thinning hair. But I performed a slow turn before her, and she squeezed my ass and my inner thigh as I came around, like she was a grocer checking for freshness. As I came back to face her, she nodded appreciatively.

"I thought so. The jerks are always musclebound, or try to flex so I'll think they are. They have something to prove - even to me. But you're just right. Not a jock. A spectacle of manhood."

I blinked, and gave her a funny look.

She gave it right back.

She chatted with me while I showered - telling me how and where and when to wash while sharing short anecdotes that didn't really give away anything too personal but painted a picture of a carefree, adventuresome, mysterious life. She was an active girl who had often worked several jobs a night when she first started. She was more discriminating now, and she only picked up enders – check-out types like myself – every so often, when one caught her attention. She liked to give them her attention, her full attention. She would, after all, be the only one to know their whole life story. Though she spoke with conviction and confidence, I could tell she'd said the same thing dozens of times before. It was a speech designed to make me feel special, to relax me, to lower my guard. It worked, too.

She told me that there was a plan, a technique that most of the girls would use with an ender, especially if they didn't want to be tied up long after escrow cleared. The night the ender arrived, he'd be lavished with attention - public attention, if he would take it. He'd be taken downtown, shown off in a couple of name-brand clubs, have his neck nibbled on at the bar by the girl and a couple of her friends, maybe even fucked on the table in the back corner where they would be seen by just the right people. This was advertising, and the girl would make sure everyone saw what a good time their ender was having. They'd get drunk, but definitely not high, and they'd stay up late, all night. A few hours past midnight, the girl would start withdrawing, just a little bit at a time, leaving the ender alone while she just had to talk to (or kiss, or eat) someone else, and she might forget to come back for half an hour. Or two. The ender, if played properly, would become uncomfortable, but not demanding - he'd beg for attention like a dog, and feel somehow at fault as it was increasingly denied to him. In his drunken solitude, he'd remember all of the reasons that drove him to his decision. Later, after his girl disappeared altogether, probably to an hourly job, one of the hotel's cars would come by to pick him, and he'd be taken back to his cell of a room for a gourmet but stale breakfast delivered by another girl, but eaten alone. His own girl would come by to look in on him, and if he wasn't asleep, she might give him a quickie before promising to meet him right after lunch. Whatever kept him on the hook. But she'd leave him in his room or an upstairs hotel lobby until evening, when he was despairing, and then, in grand gesture of benevolence, she'd call him to her suite and swoop down to finish him off, ending his misery for good.

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Keywords: An, Entity, Seduced, 26, By, Ch.,


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