GIRLIFIED: 15 BOOKS MEGA BUNDLE

by Nikki Crescent

  “First of all, good luck proving that they were just roommates. And second of all, who says that roommates can’t be common-law? What’s really the difference between romantic partners and roommates?”

  Barry’s lawyer appeared to be stumped. Barry bit his tongue in an attempt not to scream. His lawyer was useless. Sarah’s lawyer was dancing circles around him, making him look like a total buffoon, and all Barry could do was sit there and listen. But Barry didn’t need his lawyer—he had a plan to deal with this whole mess himself.

  “At least consider dropping the alimony payments—as a sign of generosity. My client recently lost his job and can’t possibly make the payments.”

  “That’s his problem, not ours,” said Sarah’s lawyer. And Barry’s lawyer was silent. Meanwhile, Sarah sat with her arms crossed. She had a big, arrogant smile on her face as she slowly nodded her head. She didn’t look at Barry, as if she was too good to look at Barry. “My client hasn’t been able to work since the split. The emotional trauma has been too much. Consider yourselves lucky that we aren’t asking for emotional reparations.”

  “But she cheated on me!” Barry finally said. Barry’s lawyer looked at him with a scowl.

  “What my client means to say is, they’re both undergoing emotional stress.”

  “My client will not be able to maintain her lifestyle without Mr. Peters’s alimony payments, and we believe it’s only fair that she continued to live her life the way she wants to live her life. Don’t you agree?”

  Barry’s lawyer was again silent—a completely useless glob of flesh stuffed into a suit that was one size too small. He looked over at Barry slowly. “I’m not sure what else I can say, Barry,” he said, shrugging his shoulders in complete defeat.

  Barry looked from his lawyer to Sarah’s lawyer and then to Sarah. “I was never in a relationship with Sarah.” The room became silent. Sarah’s eyes became wide for a moment before she let a laugh slip. “According to Canada’s Citizenship & Immigration code, a common-law partner refers to a person who is living in a conjugal relationship with another person, and has done so continuously for a period of at least one year.”

  “We were a couple for a year, dummy,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes.

  “Wrong,” Barry said. “We were just roommates. I was in an actual relationship with someone else.”

  The room was silent again. “Are you saying that my client was your mistress?” Sarah’s lawyer asked.

  “No. I never slept with Sarah,” Barry lied.

  Sarah stood up and pointed her finger firmly at Barry. “Liar! We slept together almost every night for a year.”

  “No we didn’t,” he said. “In fact, I spent most nights with my actual girlfriend.”

  “He’s lying!” Sarah said, sitting back in her chair with a loud humph.

  “Can you prove this relationship was real, Barry?” Barry’s lawyer asked.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “How?” Sarah demanded.

  “I suppose she could testify,” Barry said with a calm smile.

  “He’s obviously lying,” Sarah said to her lawyer. “He’s probably just got a friend to pretend to be his girlfriend. This woman’s testimony can’t seriously be taken as evidence, can it?”

  Barry’s lawyer perked up. “Technically it’s just as much proof as you saying otherwise. So unless you can tangibly prove that you and my client were in a relationship, then Barry’s girlfriend’s testimony should satisfy a judge.”

  Sarah’s eyes were wide and her lips were parted. She tried to muster up some words, but she had no idea what to say. Barry’s heart was racing as he sat back in his chair. He was starting to doubt his own plan, but he had nothing else to work with.

  “Okay, well perhaps we’d be willing to drop the alimony payments,” Sarah’s lawyer said, to Sarah’s shock. “And we can settle with the $455,000 flat payment as a settlement. That way we can avoid going to court.” He whispered something into her ear, which she didn’t seem to like.

  “What if we cut that number in half—to $227,500?” Barry’s lawyer suggested.

  Sarah and her lawyer whispered to one another, as if they were actually considering it. “Could we make it $300,000?” Sarah’s lawyer asked. Barry’s lawyer looked over at Barry, waiting for his approval. But it wasn’t good enough for Barry.

  “No,” Barry said. “She isn’t entitled to anything because we were never engaged in a relationship. So she’ll get nothing.” Now everyone, Barry’s lawyer included, was staring at Barry with wide eyes and parted lips. Barry stood up and straightened his shirt. “I guess we’ll all see each other in court.” Barry’s lawyer jumped to his feet to follow Barry out.

  “Are you nuts?” he asked in the hallway. “That was the best deal we were going to get.”

  “But if the judge hears my girlfriend’s testimony, won’t that ruin Sarah’s case?”

  “Maybe. Assuming you can get this girl on the stand, willing to testify under oath.”

  “That shouldn’t be an issue,” Barry said, feeling that warm glow growing inside of him. Finally, it wasn’t looking like his life was coming to a sudden halt. Maybe Sarah didn’t have him beat.

  CHAPTER VI

  Liam felt awkward in the French maid outfit. It fit his body perfectly and it pronounced his curves in the sexiest way possible—but he knew there was someone watching him through his window. He was too afraid to go up to that window and look out, and he knew it would be impossible to see whoever was out there.

  And who was out there? Was it someone he knew? How did they know his name to put on the package? And how did they know to look into his window in the middle of the night? Had this person been spying on Liam for months—maybe even years?

  Liam had no idea. He just knew he didn’t want to rub his tormentor the wrong way. He had to follow his or her commands so those pictures wouldn’t get out. Liam couldn’t imagine how horrible his life would be if his father saw those photos. Or if the pictures ended up taped to his locker at school… Suicide might even become an option at that point.

  Now that Liam was all dolled up, he wasn’t sure what to do next. The instructions just told him to put the outfit on for his ‘nightly show’. And what was his nightly show supposed to be? Usually he jerked off once he got dressed up, but how could he jerk off now knowing someone was watching?

  He walked over to the mirror and checked himself out. He was afraid to look too excited, but he also didn’t want to disappoint his mystery audience. He closed his eyes for a second and tried to pretend like no one was watching—but that was an impossible feat. So he opened his eyes and tried to distract himself with himself.

  He really looked good in that black and white French maid outfit. His legs looked stunning under that little frilly skirt and he was pretty sure his tits looked bigger than they ever looked before—maybe he’d had a growth spurt?

  He spun around and then he ran his fingers down his satin-clad sides. And a strange thought occurred to him: maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be so bad once he got used to the idea there was someone watching. He couldn’t complain about the free sexy outfits. He wasn’t wearing a cheap French maid outfit from some crappy costume store. The satin and lace hugging his skin now was high quality—probably worth at least one hundred bucks.

  Liam noticed his cock beginning to harden as the tiny satin bottoms began to tighten. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. The thought of getting an erection in front of a stranger was humiliating. But what if it wasn’t a stranger outside? What if it was someone from his school? What if it was one of his friends, tormenting him as a joke? How could he possibly jerk off in front of one of his friends?

  He reached down and tucked his throbbing cock upwards, against his abdomen. He tried to ignore it as he wandered through his room, pretending to clean up. Maybe that would be enough—him bending over and tidying up while dressed like a maid… Maybe jerking off wasn’t part of the arrangement.

  Liam killed an h
our tidying up and staring into the mirror. Then he got undressed and went to bed. It took a good hour before his heart stopped pounding, so he could actually fall asleep. On his way to school, he detoured out into those woods and went to that red box. There was a note inside. “Tonight, I want to see you get off,” the note said. “I’ll give you extra points if you come on the window.” There was an outfit underneath the note: a pair of black X-pasties, a white fishnet crop-top, a pair of black high-waisted crochet panties, and a pair of tall, strappy heels in his size.

  Liam felt embarrassed because he was actually excited to put the outfit on. He left it in the box but he took the letter, so he could throw it out on the way to school (just in case anyone found the box during the day). After school, he grabbed the outfit and snuck it up to his bedroom. It was still light out but he couldn’t wait to try the outfit on. So he closed his blinds and locked his door and took the sexy festival slut costume for a test run. He squeezed into the crochet panties and then he stuck the pasties to his nipples. He was already grinning, thinking he looked as sexy as hell. Then he put on the fishnet top and got into his wig. He didn’t put on any makeup—makeup would have to wait for the night, when everyone was asleep except for him and his secret voyeur.

  He couldn’t wait, but at the same time his heart was filled with cold dread. He wasn’t just going to be getting dolled up—now he had to jerk off while someone watched. It wouldn’t be his proudest moment, but he had to do it—even if it was a friend watching while laughing and taping. He couldn’t risk letting those photos get out.

  So he got dolled up again once his family was fast asleep. He spent a bit of extra time getting his makeup perfect after looking online at sexy festival slut makeup styles. He went dark with the eye shadow and heavy with the eyeliner. He put a bit of extra lip-gloss on his lips and then wondered if the small details would even be noticed by someone hiding way out in the forest. Did they have binoculars or some sort of camera with a zoom feature? The photos that were on that thumb drive weren’t zoomed in at all. But that didn’t mean the mysterious watcher wasn’t watching with binoculars.

  Liam’s heart was pounding as he stepped out of his en-suite bathroom for his second ‘nightly show’, which was maybe technically his first as he was going to be exposing his erect cock for the first time. He walked through his bedroom, wondering how to start. What did the watcher want? Was he just expected to stand in front of the window and jerk off? Or was the watcher expecting more than that?

  Liam went to his secret lamp. He picked it up and unscrewed the hidden dildo from the base. He wasn’t sure if he was about to embarrass himself or if he was just doing exactly what was expected of him. He walked over to the window. He couldn’t see out with the lights on in his room. He could only see his own reflection. At least he looked cute and sexy. At least he didn’t look like some hairy old man squished into a tube dress.

  He took the dildo and pressed the button on the base, making it vibrate. Then he ran the dildo down his chest. He stopped and let the vibrating tip stimulate his nipples for a moment before reaching it down to stimulate the tip of his cock. He was already hard, but the panties were still covering his flesh. He closed his eyes and reached down to fish his cock out. He was too afraid to re-open them and see his reflection: the exact image the stranger outside was seeing. But he knew he couldn’t keep his eyes closed forever, so he forced them open.

  He saw his throbbing erection standing tall, reaching towards his sternum. He teased it with the vibrating dildo, hoping it was satisfying his tormentor. He brought the dildo to his lips and he sucked it for a minute. Then he turned around and took a deep breath. He pulled aside the crochet panties and pressed the tip of that vibrator to his asshole. If the stranger out there wanted a ‘nightly show’ then he was getting one.

  Liam pushed the vibrator into his ass. He became tense—even more tense than he already was. He pushed it in deep until it was pressed against his prostate, making his legs tremble slightly. It was hard standing in the little heels. He didn’t have any experience with heels. He never fit into his sister’s heels but he’d always wanted a pair of his own. Now he had a pair, which were surprisingly his style.

  He plunged the vibrator into his ass for a couple of minutes, bending over to make sure the watcher could see everything. Then he found himself reaching down and massaging the length of his cock. He realized that was probably what the stranger outside wanted to see more than anything, so he turned around and saw himself again, cheeks red and cock throbbing. He watched himself as he stroked his length, and then he watched himself as his body became tenser, trembling. He bit down on his lip and realized he was about to come. He tried to hold it back, but he wasn’t sure why. The sooner he came, the sooner it was all over with. He took a step forward, so he was just inches from the glass. And then he groaned.

  His big, warm load splattered against the glass and streamed downwards—shot after shot after shot, painting the glass white. He couldn’t believe how much cum he’d produced. He usually came into a handful of tissues. Did he always come this much?

  He stumbled back from the window and felt his face turning even redder as he realized what he’d just done. He took a deep breath and then quickly went to grab some tissues to clean off the window. Then he closed the blinds and got undressed, praying it was enough for his tormentor. And as he went to sleep, instead of feeling sick and humiliated, he found himself excited to see what the next outfit would be in the red box.

  CHAPTER VII

  A court date had been set. Barry had three weeks to prepare his defence so that he would hopefully not have to pay a dime to his ex-girlfriend, who was never really his girlfriend at all. They never talked about being official partners. There was only sex, but even then, there was no proof. But Barry felt that having sex with your roommate shouldn’t entitle you to half of their assets, so he had no qualms in lying about it, even under oath.

  But he did feel a bit guilty about the video he was working on exporting, which he’d taken the night before out in the woods, pointing his new camera up at that Discovery Pines house as Liam came all over the window while dressed in that sexy white fishnet crop-top. He didn’t like tormenting the poor young man, but it still seemed better than the alternative—it even seemed better than the reduced settlement offer, which was still more money than he had. If he took that offer, he would still have to sell his house and his car and maybe even his dog.

  He put that video onto a new thumb drive and he wrapped the thumb drive with a red one-piece bathing suit he thought would look especially sexy on Liam’s tight, young body. He also included a more formal outfit: a tight grey tank top and a pair of factory-ripped jean shorts. He stuffed the lot into a grocery bag along with a cheap camcorder and then he went on a walk with his dog into the woods. He found that red box and he stashed the outfit. He had a note written and prepared on that thumb drive, labelled ‘READ ME FIRST’. His note started with an apology, and then he requested some video recordings, which he would give to Sarah and her lawyer in an attempt to get them to drop their case before the court date. Unfortunately, for the video recordings to be of any use, he had to give Liam his real name. Fortunately, there were many Barry Peters who lived in the city. And even if Liam tracked Barry down, Barry still had all of those photos and videos to use as blackmail.

  That night, he watched as Liam got dolled up in the bathing suit. He watched as Liam sat on the bed and jerked off until he came all over his own chest, and then he watched as Liam changed into the tank top and jean shorts to record the video segments he needed for his court case. Liam didn’t seem to be hesitating at all, which was a huge relief for Barry. As long as Liam was willing to play along, then the court battle was as good as won.

  Barry recorded Liam’s nightly show that night with a new camera he’d purchased that afternoon. The quality was much better and the zoom was impressive. He was able to zoom that camera right into Liam’s bedroom. When he got home, he played the footage back. He
could actually see the cum bloating through Liam’s cock during his orgasm, thanks to the camera’s slow-motion feature. He watched that video a few times and then he found himself wondering if he would actually do it—if he would actually release those tapes and pictures if Liam suddenly decided not to play along. Probably not. How could he? Especially now that Liam knew his name and probably had enough information to track him down. If Barry outed him, then what would be stopping him from taking all of those tapes and blackmail letters to the police?

  Thankfully, it wasn’t something Barry had to worry about yet, as Liam was still acting as a willing participant. In the morning, Barry went out and retrieved the camcorder from the box, so he could get those tapes to send to Sarah and her lawyer. He played them back before he e-mailed them out, and he was shocked by how feminine Liam’s voice was. She really sounded just like a girl, which was another relief. Barry had been completely prepared to tell the court that he’d been in a relationship with a transgender, but now it was looking like he wouldn’t have to. In the tapes, Liam referred to herself as Lexi. Barry liked that name—Lexi. It suited her. She had a cute smile as she spoke. She didn’t look tormented, but she did look a bit embarrassed. Her cheeks were a shade of red in each video, but it only made her look cuter.

  He had just what he needed: a cute young woman who Sarah had never met, saying, “I’ve been dating Barry for almost three years. During 2016, Barry spent most nights at my house.” Barry just wished he could have been in the room when Sarah watched the tapes—to see her pale expression as she realized she wasn’t getting a dime of his money. That afternoon, Barry’s lawyer called with another settlement offer. “Now they’re willing to take just $150,000 with no alimony. I think you should take it,” he said.

  “I told you—she’s not getting anything.” And Barry meant it. Now he was more confident than ever.