by C. G Miller
“Well then, what are you having?” Tilly laughs.
Thinking about what I want to drink takes too long because I usually only drink beer. But, free means go wild. “What would you recommend?”
Tilly has a twinkle in her brown eyes as she looks me over, then her smile grows wide showing her pearly white teeth, “I’ll be right back.”
I watch her do her thing until I am pulled back by some drunk idiot. His hand weighs on my shoulder as his face inches closer to me. I am met with a strong alcohol odor on his breath as he tries to enunciate his words correctly, “You’re pretty. Can I get you a drink?”
“That’s okay, I already got it.” I stare at him with disgust.
Directing my attention back to Tilly, I can see the man staring at me out of the corner of my eye. His jaw is too big for his face, thick brown brows almost connect, and his hair is a tousled greasy mess.
Tilly is still putting the drinks together as the man says, “So you’re from here? Tell me about small-town girls. I heard that they are wild. Is that true? How wild do you get? I bet you get really freaky.” He slurs. I continue to ignore him as he continues to speak. “You like to go out and get banged in an animal coral or what? You like to be spanked? I am down for whatever.”
I let out a gasp half tempted to turn his way and smack the shit out of him when I notice Tilly coming back towards me. I continue to ignore the drunk college student hoping he will go away. I see a shift and notice the man going to one of the towns’ bar whores. Let’s just say she has a few miles on her and is just as pretty to look at as the drunk guy.
“Okay, I got you a Crown Royal Regal Caramel Apple Pie a la mode which is sweet and a Savory Hunter cocktail. Don’t ask what’s in them, just enjoy them.” Tilly gives me a wink and a smile before retreating back to attend her guests.
I was lucky to go unnoticed while I enjoyed the savory drink first. I felt bad for most of the college guys, there were only a few girls in the mix and not many more from here in the bar. The pool balls were clashing and sinking as others played on the foosball table. There was also a beer pong table that was placed on the left of the dance floor where others gathered. They were all in expensive ripped jeans along with knit sweaters and the girls wore pretty short dresses that I would never be able to afford even if I did want to wear a dress. A tinge of jealousy coursed through me at how easy life looked for them.
The bar was full of laughs, chatter, and giggling as everyone enjoyed themselves. It made me look at myself for who I was, what I wanted, and where I hoped to be in a few years. I wasn’t anyone really. I worked in a small-town grocery store with nothing going for me. I want to get out of here but, not sure how to do that without money.
Envying the college kids for how free and flamboyant they acted made me want that. Pushing down the last bit of my second sweet drink, I decided it was time to soul search.
Tilly was busy rushing from customer to customer. I caught her attention as I waved to her and mouthed thanks scurrying out of the bar. She looked displeased that I had left so soon. But, I didn’t want to mingle with a bunch of college kids. And drunk college kids were only fun if you were drunk too. I don’t see the fun in getting drunk especially when the next day you’re left with a hangover in bed all day. I would know from experience. Did it once and never let myself do it again.
Chapter 2 Kyle
Throwing on my tank and shorts that I had left bundled on the floor, I retrieve my laptop and searched everywhere and everything in a five-hundred-mile radius. All I knew was something was missing in my life and I wanted to find it.
Hours of falling down an internet rabbit hole, I found myself in the deepest parts of the internet. There was so much on here that I didn’t know. It shocked me to my core at what I was seeing. Las Vegas, a few hundred miles from here, was sin city where all your fantasies could come true, for a price.
The site I had fallen victim to was called The X-Perience. They had various packages to choose from like playing stripper for a weekend, to having a kinky girls’ night, and so much more in between.
I didn’t realize my finger clicked on the virgin package but, it did, and a euphoric welcoming played on the screen. The beautiful blonde-haired woman stood in fancy white lingerie as she sold the virgin experience.
“Are you here because you are a virgin? Not by choice of course, you could be shy, live in a small-town, or maybe you’re afraid of commitment. Don’t worry, we got the right package for you. Just send us a letter including a little about you, what you’re looking for and we will get you the experience of a lifetime. No need for the awkwardness that comes from a one-night stand. Our men and women are fully capable of making you feel special on a night or weekend that will be a beautiful memory to leave you with. We will take care of everything. Just fill out the form and you will be contacted shortly about payment, and a thorough analysis of what kind of date best suits you.”
My heart beats faster as I debate on submitting the form. I didn’t have enough money to move but I very well might have enough money to treat myself to a nice weekend with someone, anyone not from here. The whole idea was enticing while my nerves wracked inside my body.
Not debating any longer, I carefully filled out the form. It asks for all regular information, name, date of birth, sex, place of business, insurance, et cetera. As I scrolled down, the questions got more devious.
Are you a virgin? Yes.
Are you into men, women, or both? Men.
Do you like adventure? Yes.
Are you looking for the boyfriend experience? Yes.
How long would you like your experience to last? Three days, Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon.
Are you looking for vanilla or a more erotic experience?
I paused as I debated what I was into. With no experience I really had nothing to compare either to. So, I settled for: a mix of both. My insides squealed and fluttered as my own answers surprised me.
If you choose erotic, please list anything you are uncomfortable with doing, such as spanking, whipping, choking, and there are many other sex related enjoyments that should be researched before answering this question.
While I search the internet on another tab, I realize this experience is more of a contract between a dominant and a submissive. Which makes me uneasy and unsure of whether or not I should back out. As I continue searching, I decide to pull up some videos, while many of them arouse me, I turn it off at the sight of using instruments, fisting, and anything that looks very painful. I decide to set my nerves aside. Besides, I’ll never see this person again and there is nothing wrong with living a little.
If you choose erotica, please list anything you are uncomfortable in doing, such as spanking, whipping, choking, and there are many other sex related enjoyments that should be researched before answering this question. While I did do some research, I am not okay with painful situations such as fisting, use of instruments in any cavity, or hitting.
What pet names are you okay with your companion calling you? Baby girl, baby, sugar, honey.
What would you choose as a safe word if the experience isn’t going the way you would like it? French Fry, full stop. Onion ring, reaching my limit.
I laugh at myself as I try to imagine me screaming a safe word during sex. Awkward I think but, funny and I laugh out loud.
Have you had any experiences in the past? No.
What can you offer your experienced companion? I’m a virgin and willing to experiment.
What do you hope to get out of the experience? To be more experienced.
What do you ask for the role of your companion to be? That I am special and owned by him.
Once you have finished the inquiry, please submit with an electronic signature and we will get back to you shortly with a role play scenario.
I electronically sign the document and press submit. Feeling giddy inside, to keep me busy, I clean up my apartment in hopes of a quick response.
Chapter 3 Cree
I was lost in my own little world while walking down Fremont street when a man interrupted me, “God bless you.”
His statement made me stop in my tracks. I pondered; would God bless me? Even with all the unimaginable things I had done, would I still stand at those pearly white gates most people dreamed of? I had never actually thought I was being watched let alone by God. It gave me more excitement thinking about it.
I continued my stroll, pondering life in general. Pondering the life I set for myself, with my deviant fantasies, some people would think if they knew what fantasies I played out. To me, my life path was normal.
I can’t complain about my upbringing. My mother and father are still happily married today in Wisconsin. My sister is a lawyer in Seattle, happily married with a son. Me, for the most part am happy. I went to law school as well and focused on litigation. Which for the most part has given me a nice cushion for my finances. Something was missing, and figured I bet everyone fights over something in Vegas and I decided to take my chances and see how lucky I could get heading West.
The wistfulness of it all excites me. The different people I see every day as I walk different streets sends thrills through my veins. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? That’s what they all say. Everyone from all over the world comes to this city that promises riches and fame. Until, I came along.
You could say I am a monster. But, monsters aren’t born into good loving families is what many people try to prove. Monsters are created after being born into poverty. Their home life is of abuse, molestation, drugs, not enough love, and so on. The list goes on trying to prove how a monster isn’t responsible for their actions because of their childhood homelife. That just isn’t the case for me but, I would argue that isn’t the case for most monsters sitting in a jail cell right now.
I came from a very loving family and yet, there was always this need that laid deep within me, a seed that began to sprout as I got older. It doesn’t matter where you are born, the parents, or life you are born to. We all have influences around us. We know right from wrong, good from evil. It comes from teachers, peers, or friendships. We all have a moral compass that guides us. That is what makes us all the same in a sense.
Some are just dumber than others. My moral compass guides me to be a good upstanding citizen to all that see me in the outside world.
Behind closed doors is an entirely different story. I’m the deadliest monster you haven’t met. And if you do, don’t worry I don’t bite too hard.
I walked into a casino, hoping the time I stopped because of the man wouldn’t let her get far. I was right. When I walked through the doors, a cool breeze mixed with cheap cigarettes and booze hit my senses. She was standing near some slots with a few friends. I know they were partying hard. Her hair, a brunette color that went straight down her back, parted in the middle. Her dress shimmered against the black cloth that barely covered her body. Her legs were long glistening and I wondered what it would be like to run my fingers up them to find her sweet spot that would surely send me over the edge.
I imagined what her screams would taste like as I hushed them with my mouth. It wouldn’t be long now. They hadn’t parted from each other all night. I could tell she was pushing drinks back quicker and would need to use the restroom soon.
Ah, there she goes.
Walking seamlessly across the room towards the bathrooms, I slowly walked, counting the minutes I knew it would take her to use the restroom. I got there just in time for her to walk out and casually bump into her.
“I’m so sorry.” She laughed as her petite hand went to her mouth. I just needed a split second for her eyes to finally reach mine and lock.
“I wasn’t watching where I was going. No worries.” I said as I brushed her shoulder with my palm. Her blue eyes were glued to mine as she stared at me in awe. “Want to grab a drink?” The words rolled off my tongue smoothly. I added a small quirk to really reel her in.
“Um..” she looked around no doubt looking for her friends.
“That’s okay, maybe another time. Have a good night.” I turned starting to walk away before her heels were next to mine walking with me.
“Sure.” She said looking up at me and locked her arm in mine as we walked towards a room with music and a bar away from the slot machines.
I raised my hand to the bartender and when he approached I held up two fingers, “Gin and tonic.” He nodded and went for the drinks as I brought my attention back to her.
“What if I don’t like gin and tonic?” She smiled.
I know that’s what she has been drinking all night, but she doesn’t know that I watched her that carefully. I shrug my shoulders and put on a wide smile, “You look like a gin and tonic girl.”
I’m more of a bourbon man but, this was what she requested. It was her act that I obliged to.
She had small creases next to her eyes when she gave me a daring smile. It was that smile of longing and intrigue that girls would flash guys to reel them in. I knew that smile all too well. After all, I used it on her. She sipped her drink gone and without taking my eyes from her, I lifted my hand and ordered two more gin and tonics.
Our stare broke as her phone buzzed in her hand. “You should probably get that.” I pointed to the phone and she shook out the transfixed eyes she had on me to look at the phone. She had a small frown that quickly turned into a smile.
I rested my hand on her thigh, “Want to get out of here?” She was so fixated on me it was disgusting. Like a dog to a bone, she wanted it and believe me, I would give it to her.
Chapter 4 Cree
“So, are we going to your place?” She purrs as she leans closer to me with a smile trying to angle her body in a more seductive way.
Turning towards her with a devilish grin I nod, “Yes. I have been so wrapped up in how beautiful you are that I didn’t get your name.” My finger twirls a loose strand of her hair.
“Catherine. But my friends call me Kat. What about you?” She giggled playfully as her eyes shined.
“Well Kat, I’m a monster.” I say with a terrifying tone and before she can react, my finger tugs her hair bringing her face closer to mine ,and with a hard blow from my elbow, I smash it into the side of her face.
I watch her through my surveillance camera as she awakes on a cold hard floor in a dark room. She lays there shakily as I tap my foot on the floor, so it echoes down below. The clanking chimes off the walls as she feels down her legs to grasp a clasp tightly wrapped around her petite ankle, connected to a long chain. Kat follows the chain to where it bolts into the wall. Frantically she looks around the dark area. This is just what she wanted.
She begins creeping around the room until her hip hits the sink on the far end of the room. She turns the nozzle on to let some water stream out and quickly shuts it off again as she looks up waiting for my footsteps.
Making her way to the middle of the room, she buries her head in her knees as her hair gracefully falls around her. I know she is caught in the moment thinking that she isn’t getting out of here alive.
She is right.
I continue the game as I begin shuffling towards her. Once I stop, I open the door to reveal the staircase and her silhouette appears at the bottom. Taking my time, I creep towards her. With every step, she begins shaking as whispers of crying leaves her lips.
Kneeling down I caress her cheek, “Don’t cry my sweet Kat.” Softly placing a kiss on her temple, it sends shivers down her spine. I wrap my hand behind her neck to pull her closer to gently kiss her neck, and then whisper, “Do what I say, or you won’t get out of here alive.”
I begin touching every inch of her body starting at her neck and working my way down. She stiffens at my touch to her breast, “You have the most perfect breasts. I want to see those. Take off your clothes.” I demand. Backing away, I wait patiently for her to unclothe herself. On display for me, she slowly pushes her dress down.
Agitated with her bra and panties still on, I tap my foot on the ground as
I fold my arms, “If you want to get out of here anytime soon, I’d move a little faster if I were you.”
Her eyes look past me no doubt looking to the door I intentionally left open, she begins unclasping her bra. “Very nice.” I say in a sultry tone, my eyes locked on her.
Making a growling sound, I walk closer to her again. I grope her breasts and my body can’t help but react as my erection begins to grow.
This is going to hurt.
Her fly or die kicks in and in a quick motion brings her knee up to my groin hitting hard. Fumbling over in pain she begins to run to the steps. Once she reaches the first bottom step, she is pulled down with force. She forgot one thing; the chain hooked to her ankle. She moans in pain as I begin mockingly laughing at her.
Grabbing the chain, I slide her across the floor. “No.” She screams repeatedly digging her fingernails into the cement. Forcing my body on top of hers, unzipping of my pants echo off the walls.
The tearing of her panties fills my ears as I rip them away from her body and forcefully insert myself in her. The front of her body moves harshly against the cement as I thrust with force. After a few pumps, my release builds and I pull out and with a feral grunt I waste my seed on her back.
Retreating back up the stairs, slamming the door shut, I shower then watch her over the monitors. Curled into the fetal position, she rocks back and forth.
Hours pass as she hyperventilates in between sobs. I turn the air conditioner on to force cold air into the jail cell like room. The chill hits her as goosebumps come about on her arms and legs. As the area gets colder, Kat crawls to a corner in the room curling up tighter, trying to stay warm.
Retrieving a blanket along with an air mattress, I make my way back to her to continue our cat and mouse game. Walking with purpose and determination to scare her, my movements are pristine and calculated as I set a towel on the sink. Wrestling with the box, the mattress finally breaks free and I air it up and lay the blanket on the top. Sitting on the edge, I motion for her to come to me, but she hesitates.
