Loser

by Valerie J. Long

Chapter Sixty-Nine

  June grumbled when I slipped into the car and under the covers, but then snuggled up to me. The girl was truly very cuddly and affectionate—and I had to admit that I liked that.

  With her in my arms, I quickly fell asleep.

  The next morning, I woke up from a knocking at the window. A uniformed man stood in front of the side door and peeked inside not very discreetly. The just rising sun colored his face orange-red. Crap—had they already discovered the theft?

  To reach the door or at least the window lift, I had to slip out from under the warm cover. So I carefully freed myself from June’s arm and opened the rear side window. “What’s up, mate?”

  The guard’s eyes almost popped out. “Excuse me, Miss—would you put something on?”

  I shook my head. “This is my bedroom. If you don’t like my dress, come back later. Now voice your request, as my friend is still sleeping.”

  “Excuse me,” he repeated. “I only have a few questions.”

  With a sigh, I grabbed my tee shirt and opened the door. Swiftly, I jumped out and pushed the door gently closed. The guard gulped—now I stood stark naked next to him, until I had pulled the tee shirt over my head. It was long enough to cover me decently, but of course he knew that I still didn’t wear anything underneath. I hoped that my innocent acting would dispel possible suspicions—not to mention the confusion my appearance had to cause with him.

  “Well,” he uttered.

  I pushed the hands to my hips and cocked my head. “So?”

  He had notable difficulties ignoring my boobs and my dark pussy, which still showed through the pale tee shirt.

  “May I ask who you are, where you come from, and what you’re doing here?”

  “No,” I dryly replied. “That’s none of your business. But I tell you something, sweetie—if you tell me your name and why you’re tearing me out of bed and the arms of my girlfriend early in the morning, we can talk about it again.”

  This should trigger the lesbian association in his mind.

  “Oh—okay. I’m Walter Simms. I work for Frostdragon security and have to routinely control all campervans stopping here.”

  Ah—routine control? That sounded better. However…

  “Before wake-up time?” Got him! He was embarrassed. “Walter, I’m still half asleep and only half-dressed, but not dense. What’s going on?”

  Walter regained his stance. “I can’t tell you. Would you now answer my questions?”

  “Okay.” I placed one hand on the railing and pretended not to know that the rim of my tee shirt came up a few centimeters, baring my pubic hair. “I’m Johanna Meier from Melbourne. I want to show Coober Pedy to my friend June, and that can hardly be done in one leg. So we’ve made a break here.”

  “Why just here?”

  I shrugged and let my boobs bounce. “Why not? I somehow feel safe here.”

  Suspicious, Walter leaned forward, sensing a track. “Why is that?”

  “Because I’ve been here before. Zoe led me around.”

  “Zoe?”

  “Zoe Lionheart. The Dragon empress.”

  “Now you want to pull my leg.”

  “Oh no, Walter. I work for Eva Keller, and I’m studying Dragon technology in Melbourne. I’ve achieved good results and thus earned a tour. That’s been a bit less than two years ago, and because you register all your visitors, you can quickly check that in your database. So. Now get going so that I can meanwhile dress myself. Or do you want to continue staring at my pussy?”

  Walter showed me a pointer finger. “I’ll be back.”

  I showed him my half-bared buttocks. “Sure you will, Walter!”

  Chapter Seventy

  June yawned heartily and stretched on the bedside. “Gooodmorng,” she mumbled. “Whassup?”

  “Guten Morgen,” I greeted her. “If you’d like to come back to life—we’ll soon arrive at our destination.”

  June dug out of the cover and climbed forward to her seat. “Havvacoffee?”

  “Havvi,” I adapted my language. “Thermos jug and paper cups, here under the seat. Would you like to dress?”

  “Later.” June helped herself. I asked myself when the first oncoming drivers would aim at us. Her tits were simply looking too cute! At least no one could see her pubes—not yet.

  “Do as you like. The boys will be happy.”

  “Which boys?”

  “Those I’ll use to introduce you to your new job.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I’ll explain. You want to learn how to please men? And you’re not experienced with men. So you need exercise. We don’t want to accidentally meet our clients—they neither need to know how inexperienced you are, nor do we want to spoil our prices with free service.”

  “Um. I shall—?”

  “You shall have sex with strangers, exactly. A crash course in passion.”

  “But you will help me.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No. I only help you choose. You take the bloke to bed. How much fun you gain from it is entirely up to you. Afterward, we can talk about it.”

  “What are you doing meanwhile?”

  “I’m picking another bloke and having my fun.”

  June pouted. “Somehow, that all sounds perverse. I shall simply hump the first guy coming along? As if I’d be a piece of cattle?”

  “No, June. You shall choose a not-too-ugly guy and try to experience passionate love together with him. Not like a piece of cattle, but like two people who are searching for a one-night stand without obligations—but nevertheless with a lot of mutual respect.”

  “I don’t know if I can do that. With a male?”

  “With another human, June. You want to spread joy. The sight of your beautiful body alone gives joy. Let yourself be caressed and enjoy it. It’s not about the quick act. Begin with tenderness and let yourself go.”

  “And then? He’ll surely want more.”

  “You should want more, too. If it doesn’t work at all, imagine it being a dildo—or my fist. However, it would be better you’d imagine that you’re doing what you are created for—that your pussy is utilized according to its reason for existence.”

  She gave her cooling coffee a doubtful glance.

  I placed my left hand on her bare shoulder. “You can do that.”

  June pulled my hand to her right breast. “Do you think we’ll find a man?”

  “Well, if you leave the car like this, I have no doubt.”

  Chapter Seventy-One

  “How’s it been for you?” June asked cautiously, when I steered my all-terrain vehicle back on the Stuart Highway.

  “Nice,” I summed up the last ten hours.

  “Nice?”

  “Well, initially he was slightly too hurried, then a bit tired, then I really made him hot, and then it became nice. Not as wild, but tender. Then we snuggled up and slept a little. In the morning, we allowed ourselves a hot ride, and then the time was over. And you?”

  “Mmmyes.”

  “Would you tell me more? Was it fun?”

  “Sorta.”

  “Awshucks. Don’t let me pull your teeth one by one. Did you reach an orgasm?”

  “No.”

  “No? Was he inconsiderate?”

  “No, no. Somehow, I wasn’t really free in my mind—it didn’t suffice.”

  “Was it unpleasant?”

  “A little. And unfamiliar. I’ve never been together with a naked man. And such a thing—first I felt a bit of fear. But it was smaller than your fist, I told myself, so it couldn’t be bad. It wasn’t—he was very careful. Once he was inside, and I was wet, it worked. It only didn’t give me the last kick, you know?”

  “Okay. But could you imagine doing it more often? To like it?”

  “Don’t know.”

  “Think about it. If not, this might not be a job for you.”

  “I’ll take her with me,” I told our guard. “We’ll see if she might start
with us.”

  He briefly nodded, and I led June to our staff room. It was after midnight, so the room was deserted. Those who didn’t have a client yet were sleeping in their rooms. June had slept during a part of the trip, I hadn’t. I was criminally tired, but shortly before the end, June had raised her topic again, and I didn’t want to leave our discussion unfinished.

  “It’s not easy, is it?” I asked.

  “No. I’m simply not interested in men.”

  “Should we narrow the problem down? Or would you like to give the idea some rest?”

  “Narrowing down is okay. Well, actually I want sex with women, and I want to become more independent from my family. They check my credit card bills, you know? It’s okay to invite a friend for a coffee, but at some point, there will be questions—I don’t want that. And I actually thought that having sex with strangers wouldn’t bother me. That’s correct, luckily and sadly. It doesn’t bother me—and with men, it doesn’t help me. It doesn’t turn me on.”

  “Do naked men make you feel uncomfortable?”

  “Um—no. Not the way you’re doing it here, clean and considerate. A stiff cock is a nice sight. I mean, it’s a compliment if it reaches up toward me, isn’t it?”

  I grinned. “Exactly.”

  “So, that doesn’t matter to me. I can also touch and tease it. It’s part of the show that something’s spraying out at some point. I can get along with that.”

  “Yucky?”

  “No. I mean, no more than saliva, if you give it a closer thought, and I exchange that with others in a French kiss. I guess, I could even swallow the juice.”

  “You don’t have to. That’s risky.”

  “Okay. But sucking is included, right?”

  “Yes. I believe prostitution without doesn’t work at all.”

  “I thought so. I pondered if I could do that. Give a man joy by sucking his cock.”

  “And?”

  “I think I could. It’s no big difference from kissing a man—which I don’t like all too much, either.”

  The door opened and Peter entered—stark naked.

  “Hello, Peter,” I greeted him.

  “Hello, Jo. Hello, stranger.”

  “June. Hello, Peter. I didn’t know that guys work here, too?”

  “We also have female clients,” Peter explained. “Jo, good that you’re there. I have a good client upstairs, and I can’t get into the mood. Can you help me out?”

  “Help out how?” June asked.

  “Blow up,” I explained with a grin and was about to rise. June held me back. “I’ll do that. If you allow, Peter.”

  Peter examined June’s body for a moment, and then he nodded. “Sure—June.”

  She went on her knees before him and watched his limp manhood. Then she breathed a kiss on his glans. “Mmmm,” she hummed appreciatively, poked her tongue out and took his member into her mouth. She did something with her tongue then—at least I could see the base of his penis swelling.

  June leaned back. “So.”

  “Thanks!” Peter disappeared upstairs with a proud lance.

  My fellow grinned at me. “Works.”

  Part Seven—Dandy

  Chapter Seventy-Two

  “Join me for a coffee?”

  I gave Reginald a friendly smile. “Sure, gladly!”

  We both ambled down the street toward the city center. “How’s it going?”

  “Aw, I get along. We only should talk about this stupid gradient before the exam. I believe it’s quite simple, but I can’t get it into my head.”

  “We’ll do that. Tonight? Or are you busy?”

  “Hopefully. No, right now it’s rather dull.”

  “Oh. Slowdown for you? I thought your job was crisis-proof.”

  “In the long run it is—but the competition is large. If you can have a blowjob for a few dollars, would you go to an expensive wellness center?”

  “I would. But I know what you mean. If you don’t know the difference or can’t afford it, you pick a girl from the street.”

  “Exactly. They’re not ugly, either. And the larger the market grows, the less johns they get, so the more willingly they take chances. Sex without a rubber, licking, and sucking—and once our clients learn about that, they come to us and want the same. Then we say no, sorry, not possible—and lose our clients.”

  “Oops. So bad?”

  “Well—most still come because they appreciate our services even with a condom. I still earn enough.”

  To be precise—it still sufficed to pay my clothes and my car and now and then go out with my fellows without depending on an invitation. June’s invitations alone were somewhat embarrassing, but she insisted, even after almost two years of being together. However, it wasn’t enough to fund more than my basic needs. The car was an extravagance—if I had to pay rent, it wouldn’t be affordable. Every end of a month, I could see Rosie contemplating closing her budget holes with rent earnings from me and some other girls. Only she then wouldn’t have the option of ringing one of us from sleep if a client turned up in the middle of the night—because then we’d look for another, cheaper place.

  “So tonight?”

  “Yes—your place or mine?”

  “Mine,” Reginald decided with a smile. “You know I otherwise wouldn’t be able to withstand the temptation. I want to remember our love night as a solitary event, not as something mundane.”

  “Sure.” I knew that, and yet I raised the question again and again—it was a play that also should remind him that he was principally welcome, even if he didn’t come as a client.

  “So—you don’t see trouble with the final exam?”

  “Actually not, that should be manageable. I mean, I only have to pass, so I don’t need a super top mark. The results so far were improving every time. You surely don’t have to feel embarrassed for me.”

  “We never had to, Jo.”

  Chapter Seventy-Three

  Feeling happy, I pedaled down the promenade. Finally, I had understood the gradient problem! Reginald could simply explain well, and I should have turned to him right away. On the other hand—if I really wanted to understand the matter, I had to work my way through it. My preparations at least had shown me where my problems were, and so Reginald’s explanations had borne fruit.

  While I recapped the matter further and filled the gaps in my mind, I only routinely watched the traffic. The road wasn’t busy in the late evening, and the route from Reginald’s place to mine had never been troublesome.

  So I only noticed the dark van when it passed me and stopped at the left roadside right ahead of me. Such a dimwit, I thought, and was about to drive around him. Of course, I had to look for further traffic over my right shoulder.

  Instead, I registered a quick movement in the left corner of my eye. Then someone tore me from my bicycle and pressed an ill-smelling cloth on mouth and nose. My courses in self defense were entirely useless was my last thought, and then my senses faded.

  “Hello, sweetheart,” a male voice greeted me. “So we see each other again.”

  The seeing was a unilateral thing, I mused. However, before I gave myself away, I tried to sort out my thoughts first, because I felt a slight nausea. I needed to suppress the urge to vomit, because I was gagged.

  My wrists were tied above my head, and my limp body was hanging down from them. The ties cut painfully deep, and my arms were numb and prickling from poor circulation.

  My feet touched the floor, but they were stretched far apart with further uncomfortably firm bonds. I felt cool—obviously, I was naked.

  Steps approached me from ahead. Then a rough, elastic item touched my breasts, down between my legs, again up to my cheek. “You’re awake, sweetheart. Don’t deny it. You can open your eyes now.”

  Should I? The man sounded nasty, so probably obedience would do me better. So I cautiously blinked. No, it was rather darkish, so I could open both eyes.

  Indeed, I knew the man in front of me with the white su
it and the leather whip in his hand. Dandy!

  “You see, sweetheart? I always get what I want.”

  Fuck yourself, I would have said. But first, there was the gag, and second, it probably was a very stupid idea to tease him. I should instead try to stand on my own feet to unburden my arms—aoooh!

  “That’s somewhat dragging in the muscles, isn’t it, sweetheart? Don’t worry about it, you’ll soon forget about it. We’ve prepared a nice program for you.”

  Into which I didn’t store any value. Behind Dandy, I saw a table with fetters, a cage, and a gymnastic horse without leather upholstering. None of it appealed to me. But sadly, my opinion wasn’t asked for.

  Dandy stepped behind me and let the whip handle slide over my buttocks. “You will see, it will be great!”

  The next sound was the rattling of a zipper. Then I felt something warmer at my bum—his erect penis.

  “Weell?” he made.

  I deemed it superfluous to react to it.

  With a loud, ugly crack and smack, the whip landed on my back. It burned like fire! I’d have yelled, but only a howling came out.

  The whip’s first strike let me still hope. Of course it hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. It’s just pain, I told myself. Just pain.

  Dandy mumbled something incomprehensible and reached out again. Another crack.

  It took a few seconds before the black veil before my eyes had disappeared. Oh damn, this blow had really hit home!

  If he went on like that, I wouldn’t hold through for long.

  It’s just pain, Jo.

  A crack, a smack.

  Chapter Seventy-Four

  “Pulse is stable.”

  “She’s breathing.” Something blinded me. “Pupil reflex available, too. What kind of welts are at her hands? Traces of bonds?”

  “That’s just the beginning. Look at her back.”

  I felt motion, but nothing else. No pressure from gripping hands.