Finding Acceptance in His Arms

by Thomas Briar

  Evan greeted her return with an impatient grimace. “It took you longer than I expected. Did your panties get in the way?”

  She shook her head as she handed over his phone, the Altoids, and the change from the ten-dollar bill. “No. I’m not wearing any panties tonight.”

  “Hmmm…” He deposited the Altoids into his shirt pocket and shoved the bills and loose change into his front pants pocket before scrolling through the pictures on the phone.

  Kara awaited his decree with a thumping heart.

  “You have nice breasts at any angle.” He peered intently at the screen. “I also like that you have nicely trimmed pubic hair instead of being completely shaven. It gives you added pizazz, so don’t change it before our performance. Most girls in the business are shaving everything away these days. You want to be different from them in some fundamental way. It only helps you.”

  “Okay, if you say so.”

  “Wow, nice substantial lips, clitoral shaft, and a very beautiful clit.” His expression brightened. “I like it, a lot.”

  “Thank you for saying so.” A burst of pride enveloped her.

  “Very nice!” His lips curled into a smile. “I see you didn’t lie about anal sex being your favorite. You’re wearing one pretty gem plug. I assume pink is your favorite color.”

  “It is.”

  “As I recall, the scene calls for you to wear a buttplug on performance day, so I don’t see why this one won’t work if it’s comfortable?”

  “It’s most comfortable and kind of titillating. I chose to wear it tonight to show you that I’m committed to doing the anal.”

  He placed the phone on the edge of the table. “To tell you the truth, I thought you might be lying about being able to do it. You’re a very petite woman.”

  She kept her cool. “I’m sure a lot of girls do lie to get into the business.”

  He nodded most seriously. “Don’t ever tell a director you can do something you can’t just to get a role. It’ll most certainly come back to bite you.”

  “I won’t,” Kara promised, thinking that tomorrow she’d somehow manage to get the largest buttplug up her ass. By Wednesday she needed to be taking the fake cock easily if she wanted to look like a seasoned professional during their practice performance on Friday night before her big debut on Saturday.

  “Now…” Evan’s eyes became electrified. “How about we go dancing? I know a wonderful place where we can leave all our cares at the door and dance the night away. You do know how to dance, don’t you?”

  “I’m an excellent dancer.” She presented her best smile as she performed a provocative shimmy.

  He smiled his approval at her. “Good. I expect you to prove it to me.”

  Chapter Four

  The next morning Kara woke up at ten. After scarfing down muffins and juice, she put on a load of laundry and caught up a few emails needing her attention. Then, upon transferring the laundry into the dryer, she spent thirty more minutes conversing with friends in New York and Chicago via text. All in all, it seemed the start of a really wonderful day until she let her mind center on Evan Lars and the premature ending of their date the night before.

  Immediately, she once again stood in front of the dance club’s restroom mirror dabbing at the sheen of sweat on her forehead with a tissue. The pounding bass inside the club reverberated through walls and she unconsciously moved her hips to the beat. Thus far, this ranked as one of the most enjoyable nights she’d had in a very long time.

  Evan’s choice of dancing had surprised her. And apparently, go-go dancing in a metal cage high above a crowd of party revelers appealed to her sexual bravado. The additional treat of getting to wear hot-pink booty shorts and a minimalistic halter top only added to the frivolous fun. Now she’d changed back into her sundress, feeling lighthearted and carefree. Evan awaited her return to their table in the VIP section. She could hardly wait to guzzle a margarita and then disappear underneath the table to give him a well-deserved blowjob.

  It would be the first she’d ever given, but thought he deserved one because he’d gotten into the cage with her, even if he wouldn’t change into the regulation black speedo all the other male dancers wore. However, he had taken his shirt off.

  This lapse on his part of ignoring the dress code hadn’t deterred her from running her hands over his bare chest, rock hard abs, or fondling his semi-hard penis through his slacks. She’d even welcomed him sliding his middle finger down the crack of her ass to diddle the buttplug through her shorts. Yes, most certainly, he deserved a blowjob for making her feel so sexy.

  Abruptly, the restroom door opened and a clique of fashionably dressed girls entered all giggles and smiles. She quickly finished primping.

  Giving Evan his reward dominated her thoughts and she licked her lips in anticipation as she stepped around the girls to head for the door. She couldn’t help but wonder how much better his real cock would feel inside her mouth than the fake replica she’d practiced with.

  “Hey, bitch.” A sweet voice imposed on Kara’s thoughts. “Do you suffer any unnatural side effects from all that stretching?”

  “Excuse me?” She turned with one hand on the door, somewhat confused.

  A tall and pretty brunette sidled through the group of girls to stand in the front of the pack. She smirked, along with all of her friends. “I’m asking if you suffer anal leakage as a side effect from the intentional stretching of your asshole. We could plainly see you were wearing a buttplug while you danced. It was outlined against your skintight shorts every time you squatted down. In my opinion, that makes you one nasty slut.”

  At first, Kara was taken aback by the insult, but then she quickly transitioned into survivor mode. She smiled beautifully, using her sweetest voice. “For your information, anal leakage only happens to me when I’m sitting on pretty girl’s faces like yours. Now, if you will excuse me, I have an extremely attractive man with a really large cock waiting for me. One day, if you’re lucky, you might develop enough sexual maturity to have one waiting on you. Later, skanks!”

  She went out the door half expecting the women to follow her and physically address her insults. They didn’t. For which she was glad. Physical fighting, although once her preferred method to deal with disrespect coming from snotty-nosed bitches, no longer appealed to her. Not since moving to New York and discovering a better way to thwart her enemies.

  She weaved through the dancing bodies along the edge of the dance floor and headed straight for the short staircase leading up to the VIP section that hosted a bird’s eye view of the entire club. Under the blaring music and strobe lighting, she wasn’t aware of the two men following her until the muscled-up security guard waved them all up as a group.

  Now conscious of the men’s presence, she noticed their short haircuts, muscled bodies, and clean-cut features gave off the impression of well-disciplined military men. So the real shocker, at least to her, came when they took their time climbing up the stairs behind her so they could see up her dress.

  She quickened her ascent and as soon as she stepped off the stairs onto the level platform, one of the men bounded up to grab her by the arm. He jacked her up on her tiptoes and steered her away from the other VIP patrons. His friend quickly joined in, pressing against her from behind as he groped her ass.

  “We really like your buttplug, anal slut,” the man behind her growled into her ear. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

  Kara gawked at the man in front of her. She almost couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

  The man pulled her tightly to his body, his eyes glowering hatefully. “Now that we’ve gotten your attention, we’re all going back downstairs and out to the parking lot. Come quietly and don’t make a scene or you’ll regret it.”

  Kara drew back with her free hand to slap the man in front of her across the face, when a fist appeared out of nowhere to obliterate the man’s nose. He tumbled backward, screeching and holding onto his nose as if that would stop th
e profusion of blood from spurting out. The second man took a blow to the side of the head and dropped like a stone. The next thing she knew Evan was spinning her around by the shoulders and asking if she was all right.

  “I think they were going to rape me.” Now that the danger had passed, Kara’s entire body trembled on weakening knees.

  “Whoa, boy!” The hulking security guard from the bottom of the stairs now confronted Evan. “Those are my friends. So you’d better stand down or I’m going to make you stand down. I’ve ten years under my belt as an MP in the glorious United States Marine Corps. You don’t want me to lay hands on you.”

  Evan showed no hesitation in kicking the man’s feet out from under him. As the man tumbled forward he drove a knee into his face. A fist to the back of his head followed. The man collapsed into an unconscious heap. As afterthought maybe, Evan kicked the man holding his bloody nose in the face to knock him completely out also.

  “I’m extremely sorry, Mr. Lars! The security guard didn’t know you!” a new voice cried out. It belonged to a small fellow with slicked-back black hair and boyish good looks. He approached cautiously, hands held out in front of his body in an act of harmlessness. “If he had known who you are he would have never challenged you. I just hired him today. I sincerely apologize for his stupidity. Is your date all right?”

  “No, Bradford! She’s not all right!” Evan yelled over the music, his face suffused with rage. “Since when do you allow women to get accosted in this club? You’re having a hard enough time getting high-end clientele to come here without catering to rapists. Now get their sorry asses tossed into the alley out back. Make sure to include your new hire with his friends. I don’t want to see any of their faces in here ever again. If I do, you will no longer be manager of this establishment!”

  “Yes sir, Mr. Lars!” The man scurried down the stairs, presumably to get more security to remove the offending bodies.

  “I’m very sorry, Kara.” Evan’s face displayed emotional anguish. “I wouldn’t have had that happen to you for anything in the world. This club is supposed to be a safe place for women wanting to dress provocatively while letting loose and getting a little wild. I am sincerely sorry. That should not have happened to you in here.”

  “It’s fine. I’m okay.” Kara’s legs strengthened and with this renewal of strength, a question begged to be asked. “Do you know the owner of this club? The manager just ran to do what you said like you have real pull in here.”

  He grimaced, ignoring her question. “Okay, you seem to have recovered from your shock. Let’s get you home. It’s getting late and I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

  “Why would he do that?” She refused to let it go.

  “That’s unimportant. Now let’s get you home.” He extended his arm.

  She ignored the gentlemanly gesture. “Tell me why first.”

  “Because he knows I’m as good as my word.” Evan took her by the hand. “Now let me escort you home. You’ve just had a harrowing experience and I want you to put it behind you as quickly as possible. There’s no sense in entertaining any scenarios of what might have happened if I hadn’t been here. I would never let anything happen to you while you are with me. Okay?”

  “Okay.” She let herself be led back down the stairs and away from the scene of her assault.

  The buzzing of the dryer brought Kara back to real time. The clothes were dry. She needed to fold them and put them away, as well as do a number of other things before Evan picked her up for their second date later that evening.

  Despite what had almost happened to her last night, she looked forward to going out with him again. She knew this stemmed from her feeling totally safe when with him now. He’d proved himself to be a stalwart gentleman, and although she knew she would never tell him, she really liked him taking on the role of being her protector. It declared he thought of her as being someone very special.

  After putting away the laundry, she went to the bedroom to run lines by herself since Jennifer wouldn’t be home from work until five-thirty. While she read her parts out loud she studied her reflection in a cheval mirror, making subtle corrections to her body’s posture and the emotional responses on her face.

  By the tenth read-through she’d put all the elements together to deliver what she thought was an impeccable performance on her part. She only hoped Evan could give an equally good performance.

  Anything less than perfection in the dialogue between them would cause the illusion to come under question by the paying audience. And once that happened, everything would descend into chaos quickly. At least, this had been her experience on stage, because she’d conveniently forgotten to mention to Evan during their initial meeting that her second lead performance in the college plays had ended with her being replaced by a more experienced actress.

  Yes, she’d certainly had her share of failures in life. But then, she supposed everyone did. She’d triumphed as well. The successful career she enjoyed in New York spoke for itself. However, she couldn’t help thinking, if it was so great and fulfilling, then why in the hell was she running around Atlanta with Evan?

  This question led her to wondering if she could really make it in porn. Financially speaking, it wouldn’t be a bad move. The best performers in the industry enjoyed fame and fortune. Another thing, the industry no longer carried the terrible stigma it used to. The superstars of pornography were publicly celebrated by society, no longer condemned for their whoredoms. But, of course, she couldn’t ever do it because…

  “What in the fuck is happening to me?” she whispered underneath her breath. She now knew being around Evan was having some kind of psychological effect on her. She warned herself to be careful. She couldn’t afford to get bitten by the ‘I want to be the sexual fantasy of millions’ bug.

  In spite of this warning, she became powerless to stop from staring at the girl in the cheval glass. This girl looked to be closer to eighteen years of age instead of twenty-two. Her abundance of curly ebony hair hung well below the outward indentions of her breasts beneath the pink pajama T-shirt. The sparkling gray eyes staring back at her lent the light mocha tone of her pretty facial features extra pizzazz.

  She peeled off the long pajama T-shirt to drop it on the floor. Her gaze wandered over her naked body.

  She loved how her breasts were naturally large in relation to her small waistline. Also, the way the areolas were the size of fifty cent pieces and nipples the size of thimbles. The outward swell of her hips enhanced her hourglass figure and let the dark hair of her closely trimmed pubis stand out in relief.

  Twisting around in the mirror she saw her buttocks and legs weren’t bad to look at either. There was no cellulite in evidence. The twin bubbles of her buttocks looked firm and toned, as did her thighs and calves.

  She began striking model poses. The stark beauty contained in the exaggerated posturing of her body declared how glamorous and sexy she’d look on movie posters plastered up on the walls of every adult store in America. The desire for fame and sexual recognition surged upward into her conscious being.

  In a slow, methodical, fevered trance she retrieved the silicone lube and the three graduated sized buttplugs from atop the nightstand beside the bed. She then went into the bathroom to draw a pan of steaming hot water.

  One by one, she dropped the plugs and the bottle of lube into the water. She carried the pan into the bedroom where she placed it atop the nightstand within easy reach from the bed. She pulled out the nightstand’s lone drawer to withdraw her favorite sex toy from the horde within. It was a pink lipstick-sized vibrator commonly called a pocket rocket.

  With thrills of excitement coursing through her veins, she twisted the vibrator on. It buzzed like a swarm of friendly bees. She lay down on the bed with her knees bent and splayed wide apart. The blurring tip proved delicious to her taut nipples. The placement of it on her clit quickly followed. She opened her mouth to let loose a silent coo as she ground her hips along with the e
cstasy threatening to consume her.

  Forcing herself to withdraw the tip from her clit before it became too pleasurable to stop, she found the bottle of silicone lube warmed by the water. She squirted a generous amount of the greasy substance onto the fingers of her left hand. The application of the lube onto and into her anus became a time-consuming process with her slowly working upward from a lone forefinger through the first two sizes of plugs. Only one challenge awaited her now.

  She drew forth the largest plug from the hot water, staring in awe at its thick circumference while thinking it looked way too big for her. Despite this, she found it felt pleasingly hot as she began working it into her ass.

  Through controlling her breathing and making her lower body remain completely relaxed, she experienced no pain, only a tremendous stretching sensation. Then, right when she thought the ring of sphincter muscle couldn’t be stretched any further, the plug was suddenly sucked up into her butt.

  She let loose a surprised gasp. A gentle moan followed as the plug settled comfortably into place. It teased the delicate nerve endings inside her anal canal to no end. She quickly decided she liked this enormous alien object inside her body. It felt like it had always meant to be there.

  In a short time she succumbed totally to the eroticism of her experimentation. She picked up the buzzing vibrator she’d discarded earlier to once again press against her clit.

  An intense, building pleasure took control of her body. She began trembling all over as she thrust her pulsating clit violently against the vibrator’s reverberations. In less than a minute she covered her panting mouth with her free hand in an attempt to hold in the impending, piercing scream. This tactic failed miserably as her whole body began writhing under a prolonged, glorious orgasm.