Dreams of a Virgin

by John Foltin

  Now, of course I had missed her, but I couldn’t let her know that. “And you are?” I couldn’t say that with a straight face.

  She hid under the counter until we closed and everyone else left. It was just her and me, alone inside the bank.

  “Can I tell you a dirty little secret? I’ve had this fantasy about doing it in a bank vault, rolling around in money.”

  “Really?”

  “Do you have access to the vault?” She bit my ear. “Because I could definitely make it worth your while.”

  When she said that, I would dig through that vault with my fingernails to make her happy. Fortunately, I knew the combination.

  As soon as I opened the vault door, she pushed me inside and tackled me. She looked over and saw a huge stack of old bills that were to be taken on Monday to be shredded. She grabbed handful after handful and tossed them in the air. The floor was covered in money.

  She flung off the dress she was wearing, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. My jaw dropped when I saw how amazing her body looked. If I could chisel the perfect body out of stone, this is how it would look. She lay next to me and started rolling around in the money.

  She rolled on top of me. Again, she kissed me long and hard.

  “Do me.” She kissed my left cheek. “Do me long.” She kissed my right cheek. “Do me hard.” Again, she kissed my lips. “Do me now.” She ripped open my shirt.

  I tried to set a world record in getting my clothes off. See, I knew I had that roll of quarters in my pants again. The only question was, as excited as I was, would I be making a withdrawal in my drawers before I could make a deposit in her account. Though I didn’t set the record, I did get everything off fast enough to avoid disaster.

  Remember as a kid, having a piggy bank without the rubber stop? The kind you had to shake upside down to get the money out? Well, that how I was.

  I climbed on top of her in time to make my deposit into her account. I was shaking my piggy bank to give her every last cent I had. She was twitching around on the floor.

  After the most amazing five minutes of my life, I’d spent everything I had. In fact, I felt overdrawn. Not her. She still had a lot of energy. So much that she was ready to rock my world again. Too bad I didn’t have the funds.

  I saw her get up and get dressed. She reached into her purse and pulled out a gun and a couple of trash bags.

  “Sorry. I need you to fill these bags up now.” She pointed the gun at me.

  “But what about us? What about your fantasy?”

  “You’ve made that fantasy come true. And that fantasy ends with me leaving with a bunch of money.”

  I started filling the bags with the old bills. I knew the security cameras were on.

  That was when I had an epiphany. My life up to this point had been boring, ordinary. Hailee lit a fire in me that couldn’t be extinguished. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive.

  “Take me with you. I’ve got nothing left here. When my boss sees I let you into the vault, I’m fired. I’ve nothing to go home to. Besides, no one has ever made me feel like you have, Hailee. I thought I’d lost you once. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you.”

  I could see that I’d touched her.

  “How sweet.”

  She pulled the trigger and shot me in the head.

  “Sorry, baby. But I work alone.”

  She walked out with the garbage bags full of money and closed the vault door with me still inside.

  TODAY’S TOP STORY

  Sometimes news happens when you least expect it. And sometimes we make news happen.

  “Good evening. I’m Jeff, and here is tonight’s top story. A tanker trailer flipped over. The tanker was carrying a volatile gas that causes people to lose their inhibitions. We go now live to Tabitha with a report.”

  “Thank you, Jeff. I am here at the scene of the crash. The EPA has already contained the area. Reports are that a car swerved in front of the tanker, causing it to fish-tail and capsize. The gas is not fatal, but it does cause those who inhale it to experience intoxicating features. Back to you, Jeff.”

  Little did everyone in the newsroom know that the tanker had wrecked only a mile away from the studio. While the crash area was secured, the gas had seeped into the station’s ventilation system and into the newsroom.

  “Thank you, Tabitha. And now, we go to Ashley for today’s weather.”

  Ashley had been breathing in the gas for several minutes now, and the effects began to show.

  “Well, Jeff. It seemed like we were going to have a normal day today.” She let her hair down. “Then a high pressure system hit the northern area.” She began to unbutton her top. “As the pressure builds, the temperature begins to rise.” She removed her top. “Which leads to an increase in moisture in the southern part of the area.” She unzipped her skirt. “The forecast for tonight... A hot, long, rough night filled with sexual activity and a possibility of precipitation.” She started walking toward me.

  “Thank you, Ashley. We’ll be back after this.”

  As they cut to commercial, Ashley wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard and long. Back from commercial, I had to break free from her lip lock.

  “Okay, we’re back. Time to go to Chuck with a look at international news.”

  By now everyone in the newsroom had been affected by the gas. Ashley proceeded to remove her bra. The cameraman kept his camera on us instead of panning to Chuck, who also felt a bit tipsy.

  The control room had also been affected by the gas. Where normally they would have played footage of the stories, they kept the broadcast on us in the studio.

  Ignoring the cue cards and focusing on Ashley stroking my member, “Well, in Warsaw, a German woman was arrested today in the death of her husband. She said she caught him cheating on her and decided to beat the Pole.”

  At this point, she removed her panties and inserted said member into her now flooded plain. “From Bangkok, a new mayor was elected. When asked for comment about his defeat, the incumbent said, ‘I can’t bereive I rost the erection.’” The camera was still focused on me and Ashley. “Back to you, Jeff.”

  By now, the network president was irate. He tried again and again to contact the control booth to pull the plug on the broadcast. Every time he called, no one answered.

  My hair was a mess. My shirt was ripped open, and I was still inside Ashley. Out of breath, “Thanks ... Chuck. And now ... in sports ... here’s Tim.” Again, our lips locked. Instead of panning to Tim, the camera remained on us. Tim had to speak loudly to talk over Ashley’s screams.

  “Thanks, Jeff. We start in the world of the LPGA. In the final round of the tournament in Intercourse, PA, the leader approaches the eighteenth hole. She grabs hold of the shaft,” as Ashley pulled away and grabbed mine, “stares long and hard at the balls, and swings.” She reinserted. “Oh, it’s in the bush. But she goes on to win.”

  As she tried to reinsert, I pulled out and bent her over the desk. “And in college football, we go to USC vs. South Carolina. With time winding down, the ‘Cocks quarterback goes deep to the tight end.” By now, I was inserted deep into her tight end. “Look at him go, breaking through the Trojan line. He could go all the way. He scores.”

  As I finished up, I was exhausted and laid next to Ashley. “And finally, at the marathon, our leader has pulled away from the pack. His pace is quick, yet efficient. Uh oh. It looks like he finally hit the wall.” I was passed out at the desk, my hand groping Ashley’s exquisite chest. “We’ll keep you abreast of the race as it finishes. Back to you, Jeff.”

  I was still passed out. “Jeff? Well, for Jeff and the rest of us here at the news, good night, and if it’s news, you’ll see it here first.”

  CONQUERING OUR DREAMS

  Power can make a man feel invincible. But it’s how you use that power that makes the difference.

  As dawn broke in the country of Lower Umbridge, I led my army in an invasion. It didn’t
take long before I had the capital under my control. Their army was small and easily beaten.

  I entered the king’s quarters and assumed control. Of course, the king didn’t give up without a fight. Like his army, however, he was also easily defeated.

  I decided to take his wife Oksana and his daughters Valentina and Katya as slaves. As slaves, I deemed they were unfit to wear clothing. They were stripped down until they wore little more than a smile.

  I assigned each of them a room, with no contact with the others. I also had my own plans for each of them.

  You see, I had no children, and I needed an heir to my throne in Upper Umbridge, a male heir.

  I couldn’t simply have my way with them. Well, being king, I could, but it was not in my nature. I took land, gold, and slaves, but there was one thing I wouldn’t take. That had to be given to me of their own free will.

  As my first full day as the new king of Lower Umbridge started, I put my plan into action. I summoned for Oksana to be brought to my room.

  I had her lie down on the table, on her back. I could sense her fear, not knowing what I would do. When she did, I fondled her ample breasts, as if I were kneading bread dough. Then, I kissed down her chest, from her neck to her waist. As I got to her waist, I stopped. She was then allowed to return to her room.

  I summoned Valentina. I had her run my bath for me. I made her remove my robe and made her bathe me, from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Again, I tried nothing.

  I summoned Katya. Her job was to give me my daily massage. She wasn’t as willing as the others. That first massage was mostly punches to the back and nails digging into my skin. I just lay there and took it.

  For the next four days, I followed the same routine. First Oksana, then Valentina, finally Katya. Still, I tried nothing.

  I could see that it was working. With Oksana, there was less resistance and more submission. After that fourth day, she asked me why I hadn’t tried anything with her. After answering her, I sent her on her way. I could hear her say under her breath, “I wish he would.”

  Valentina was also showing signs. Her scrubbing was less harsh and more soothing.

  Katya, however, was just the opposite. She was actually putting up more resistance. I had to work a new strategy to coerce her.

  Day Five. Oksana came in and laid down, this time legs spread. I remembered her comments from the day before and tried something different. Instead of kissing her chest, I lightly kissed her lips. As expected, she followed suit. In fact, she became the aggressor.

  She took down my pants. Since she had accepted me, it was now my turn to become the aggressor. I stabbed her with my sword over and over and over. As I penetrated her, she let out a primal scream. When finished, both of us were fully satisfied.

  I was in a generous mood. I decided to give Valentina and Katya the day off. To tease, I would give Oksana a few days off.

  Day Six. I was still in a generous mood, but I still called for Valentina. For a change, I disrobed myself and decided that I would bathe her. She seemed a bit stunned at first. As I rubbed her down, that look turned to one of pleasure. I caressed those small, firm breasts.

  She drew me in closer. Our lips met. I gently lowered her in the tub. My blade found its way inside her. I stabbed her with it over and over. Half the water had splashed from the tub with all the movement. I dried her off, then myself.

  That night, Katya tried to escape. She tied together the end of her bed sheets and tried to lower herself out the window. What she didn’t count on was me leaving guards outside the building.

  The guards brought her to my quarters. Looks like I needed to beat some sense into her. I smacked her around to teach her some respect. I sent her back to her room and told the guards to remove all sheets.

  I decided to give them a week off. That way, Oksana and Valentina would want me more, and gave Katya time to cool off.

  After a week off, I decided to mix things up a bit. I let Oksana bathe me, Valentina massage me, and Katya got the kissing treatment.

  Oksana was thrilled to see me. So thrilled that she skipped the bath and tackled me in the tub. She proceeded to have her way with me. Who was I to deny her another stabbing with my sword?

  Valentina was thrilled to see me. Instead of starting with the back, she started massaging my front. Particularly that one part of my body that lies between my legs. She turned my epee into a long sword. I had to put that new tool to good use.

  Katya still resisted. She refused to leave the room. The guards had to drag her to my quarters. She refused to lie down, so I had the guards hold her down. I kissed her from the under her chin all the way down to her waist. I could see an ounce of change. She still had a way to go before she would submit to me.

  For the next few days, I refrained from sex with Oksana and Valentina. I was putting full focus on Katya.

  On Day Eleven, I thought I had broken her. She was willing to lie on her own. She was receptive to my advances. When I thought I would be able to break out the cutlery, she raised her leg and kicked me in the sheath.

  She jumped up and ran out of the room. Another futile attempt to escape. She got down the hallway and to the main door. Too bad she didn’t see that it was locked. The guards soon brought her back kicking and screaming.

  I knew that she would never give in willingly. I had to make an example out of her. While the guards held her down, I repeatedly stabbed her with my dagger. I thought I may have stabbed her a bit too hard because she started to bleed from down there.

  After teaching her a lesson, I sent her to her room with strict orders that she was not to leave.

  A few weeks later, I learned that all three were pregnant. My plan had worked. I just hoped that one of them would bear a son.

  Given their condition, I decided it best to clothe Oksana and Valentina. However, Katya remained nude. Especially when I found out that she had tried to abort the pregnancy. Thankfully, she failed. I had to lock her in the dungeon for both her own good and the child’s.

  Nine months later, the three gave birth. I had decided that the first to produce a son would be my bride. The first to deliver was Katya. She had a girl.

  The next was Oksana. Also a girl. I was starting to think that my plan was a bust.

  Finally was Valentina. After a long, arduous labor, she had given me what I had always wanted: a boy. So, I gave her what she always wanted: a seat at the throne.

  THE MAIN EVENT

  Jeff has watched professional wrestling since he was a kid. So it was only natural that he would dream about it.

  Tonight, I wrestled a very tough match against one of the most hated wrestlers in the business, and won with a roll-up.

  Backstage on the way to the dressing room, I passed by Raquel, one of the newest female wrestlers. I had seen her from afar before, but this brush with her drew instant attraction to her.

  She had a match later that evening against the women’s champion. The champ’s boyfriend was at ringside. After a ten minute match, she shocked the champ with a DDT and got the win.

  As she was celebrating, the champ attacked her. Raquel was beat down. The champ’s boyfriend entered the ring and was holding her while the champ was beating her.

  I was watching backstage. This got my attention and I ran to the entrance ramp. I saw the champ holding her now while the boyfriend was getting ready to attack her.

  I couldn’t stand by and watch a man attack a woman. I ran down the ramp and dragged him out of the ring. After a few punches, I threw him into the guardrail.

  I went into the ring to check on Raquel. The champ turned me around and slapped me across the face. As she tried to do it again, I grabbed her arm. I would never hit a woman, but I wouldn’t let one hit me either.

  The boyfriend recovered and charged the ring. I stepped out of the way and he tackled the champ. I threw him from the ring. I then helped Raquel to the back.

  We talked for a while backstage. After the show, we walked back to the ring. The aren
a was now empty. I lifted her up to the apron.

  Inside the ring, she backed me into the corner. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

  “No problem. I couldn’t stand by and watch a man beat a beautiful woman like you.”

  She kissed me again, this time on the lips. Long and hard.

  “But now, you’re in trouble, because the Raq is getting ready to lay the smackdown on your ass.”

  She sat me down in the corner. She backed up to the other corner. She removed her panties, but kept her skirt on. She then ran toward me. She jumped up and landed on my chest, leaving me staring at her private area. I rubbed my face back and forth over the area. I could definitely smell what the Raq was cookin’.

  We both got up, felling a bit better. I was feeling a lot better.

  I said, “I got one question for you. Are you ready?”

  “Oh, I’m ready.”

  “I said, ‘Are...you...ready?!’”

  “I’m ready!”

  I unbuckled my belt. “Then, for the thousands who were in attendance.” I unbuttoned my pants. “And the millions who were watching at home”. I unzipped my pants. “And for one very beautiful woman in particular. L-L-Let’s get ready to suck it!” I dropped my drawers.

  She did just that. She dropped to her knees and acted like a Hoover, but just to the point where I was about to explode. All I could think of the whole time was “Woooooooooo!”

  At the point of explosion, I pulled out and stuck my post into her turnbuckle right in the middle of the ring. She had me pinned to the mat. After several minutes, I tapped out.

  Winning this prize was better than any championship belt, better than any trophy.

  And that’s the bottom line, ‘cause I said so. And if you ain’t down with that, I got two words for you. KEEP DREAMING.

  KARMA

  What comes around goes around. Jeff had a chance, and it was taken away from him. Now, he had a chance to take it back.