[User] "Oh my goodness, look at the time!" Rosy exclaimed, looking up at the wall clock. Again, Rosy took Jason hand in both of hers and backed up towards the entrance. "What sort of movies do you like? I'm sure we can find something playing that we'll both enjoy." The bell above the door rang as she pulled him out onto the sidewalk all over again, with little care to any bulge he might be sporting. "Maybe something funny, or scary. But not too scary, I'm kind of a wuss when it comes to things like that. But~" That candy grin was set on him once more. "If I have something to squeeze onto really tight when I get too scared, I think I'll be fine. You wouldn't mind being my own personal stress ball, would you?" She asked while pulling him in for a great big hug that avoided touching him in any naughty places.

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Jason flushed a little more at the wink, but returned a smile. At least she was lighthearted about the whole matter! Rosy tugged him out onto the street, and his ever-present erection from her teasing gained him glances from those that they passed, again with mixed emotions. Her words made him smile, however. "Like I said, you keep smiling at me like that, and you can do whatever you'd like to me." He said, returning her hug with his own arms, though his were distinctly stronger and bigger than hers.

"I'm okay with either scary movies of something a bit more lighthearted." He said. "But I do like having you wrapped around me, so I think I might be a little biased to something more scary." He chuckled at his words, and then mock-frowned. "That is, of course, as long as you're not going to use anything smaller than my torso as your stress ball. Or balls." He said, squirming slightly at the thought. Not that he could deny the fun he was having.

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Rosy snuggled into that warm hug. He was so much larger than she was, and he practically engulfed her with his long, swimmer's arms; sinewy but strong. She loved it, and had to pull herself away before she fell into snuggling him in the middle of the sidewalk. Blocking foot traffic was never a good idea. "Scary it is then!" She chirped in delight... though the puffy pout she ended up sending up at him was nothing short of adorable.

"That's no fair. They're so much fun to squeeze." She started; once more starting their walk towards the cinema. "Besides, you said I could do what ever I wanted to you, as long as I looked at you like this." That lovely expression returned, happy as a clam and eager to squeeze and tease those balls until they were swollen and blue. "And I can definitely do that."

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Jason laughed quietly at her little adorable pout, followed by her look of smiling adoration. "You're right, and I'll certainly not go back on my word." He said, knowing fully well that if she slid her hand into his pants and wanted to play and squeezing his balls in the middle of that movie theater, he would let her. Hell, he'd let her do far worse things for that little happy look she gave him.

Her snuggling hug was delightful in a different manner---affectionate and sweet, her tiny body nestled against his. Then she slipped away, leading off toward the movie theater, cute as all hell. He followed her with a small smile, curious as to what the next hours would bring for their continuing fun and developing relationship.

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For fifteen minutes they walked in silence with their hands clasped together. Rosy seemed perfectly calm on the outside, as if she hadn't just given her date blue balls from hell; but, on the inside she was giddy about her never ending thoughts on the rock hard dick she'd left him with. He had to keep his erection all on his own until they reached the cinema, and the red head day dreamed about the two different outcomes, and just how she'd react to them. Either way he was going to be kept on edge through the whole movie, and the thought of watching him struggle to stay quiet as he was dangled over sweet release for hours. She had to keep herself from moaning.

They reached their destination she hummed and pulled him in close while she looked over the listing of movies. The woman pushed against his groin to see just how well he'd been able to stay hard without a hint of stimulus from her. If he was still rock hard and throbbing, he'd be treated kindly; if he'd gone even a little soft, then he was in for one rough movie. "I know we said scary, but there's a nice romantic comedy. It's been out for a while too, so there won't be a whole lot of people in the theater." When she looked up at him again she wiggled a little to rub against his hidden length.

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Despite the fifteen minutes of walking, Jason found it rather simple to stay hard and aroused, despite the looks he received on the street due to the massive bulge in his pants. Anytime he felt himself soften even the hardest bit, he just recalled that image of her pressed against him, grinding on the very tip of his cock, using him like a living toy. That memory was enough to get him throbbing once more, and he was hard when she pushed up against him playfully.

Her comment about the movie made him smile slightly. "That's fine by me. Besides, somehow I think it would be better if the theater is a little more empty." He teased back, knowing full well she didn't just have an innocent movie-watching planned for the next couple of hours before their dinner together. She wiggled, rubbing against his cock and he groaned ever-so quietly, a large hand on her hip pulling her lightly against him, as if encouraging such behavior. "God, you're such a tease..." He breathed out quietly. "I love it."

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The woman practically purred at what she found. Jason was still hard and she could feel it throbbing against her. She was a little disappointed that she wasn't going to be squeezing his balls until they looked as blue as they felt, but knowing he was going to go into this movie already pulsing with need made up for it. Besides, if this date went well she would have plenty of time to smash those tender jewels.

Rosy bot on her lower lip as she was pilled in close, and happily wiggled against his hard on. She'd be outright grinding on him if they weren't in public; unfortunately, they were and that thought was another one that would have to be put on hold. "I'm glad, because I'd do stuff like this every day if I could." She turned in the man's hold until she could get up onto her toes to wrap her arms around his neck comfortably. She could feel his erection between them and her eyes fluttered before she tugged him down to whisper into his ear. "You have the perfect dick." The redhead humped her hips once, then released her date with a bright smile. "Romantic comedy it is!" She chirped. "I'll buy the tickets if you get the snacks."

She moved them through the motions quickly, eager to get to the good part. Rosy kept him close while waiting in line for tickets, brushing against his clothed length at every chance she got; and did the same while waiting for snacks. All she asked for was a large cup of coke and an equally large bucket of popcorn, she called it their 'privacy curtain.'

As she'd expected, the theater was empty. A few people might shuffle in a little later, but for now they were alone, and she lead Jason all the way to the back and in the corner to be out of anyone's view. Rosy nearly squealed with her excitement, but she kept herself relatively calm; though, she couldn't hide the eager glint in her eyes. Her drink was set in the coaster and the bucket of popcorn was placed on Jason's thighs. The arm rest between them was lifted and Rosy snuggled up close to her date, then rested her hand on the obvious bulge. It was squeezed and rubbed over and over. "Should I let it out?" She purred sweetly.

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She might have been disappointed to find that Jason had succeeded, but it was quite obvious earlier that a little squeezing and tormenting of his balls would merely serve to making him harder anyway. "I'd never complain about you teasing me every minute of every day, though somehow I don't think we'd ever manage to get anything done." He said with a laugh. Though, truth be told, there really was never a need for him to leave home, with his job, working from home virtually, so she could tease him endlessly on any day she wanted...

He pushed aside that thought. He had to survive her until the evening for such a prospect to even be considered. That was a daunting task, but so far, he was greatly enjoying everything.

She wiggled against him, making him throb in his pants, a low groan escaping for only her to hear, the cute short girl pressed against her much larger date. As she pulled him down in her playful but aggressive method of dominance, those five words caught him off guard and brought a slightly louder gasp from his lips, clearly surprised and pleased by her admiration of his manhood. There was something so carnal about her praise, and he agreed without being able to process much at all.

She led him to the back of the theater and snuggled up to him in the seat, her hand lingering on his throbbing erection playfully, just working him through the cloth. She made that cute little purr and he smiled slightly. "I think we both know you'll have more fun playing with it if you do." He said with a soft laugh, already slowly adjusting to the thought of his cock as a toy for her play. He rather liked thinking of it in such a manner. There was a thrill to it, in that strange way.

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"Hmm, maybe~" Rosy cooed, rubbing her palm over the bulge as she pondered. "Or I could leave it trapped in here, I can still find the head. It's right about here, right?" Rosy pressed the heel of her palm over the covered head and cruelly squished it down while twisting it back and forth. "I could make you mess your pants with precum. I might even let you finally spurt your load," she lied in such a sweet tone. "It's a two hour movie, after teasing you for that long I probably won't have a choice but to let you cum. Would you like that? To drain your big blue balls?"

The crushing hand moved from the tender head to grasp his nut through his pants in a mockingly gently cupping of her palm. She rubbed them kindly and gave only light squeezes. "They must be ready to burst already, huh?" With that the loving petting became a vicious clenching of her fist around said tender nuts. "One, two, three," Rosy counted to ten in a sing song voice before finally letting them go.

"I know exactly what I'm going to do," she purred, hand moving from the abuse to pop open the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper just enough to reach and and pull up his dick until the head was exposed. The lights were dimming and the previews were beginning to show on the screen. They were lucky, no one else was in the theater. "I'm just going to play with this," she started, squeezing her ring finger and thumb around the swollen glands up until they pinched the tip, then slid back down to the glands to repeat the action. "The whole time, and when you can't stand it anymore you can beg me to cum, and I'll zip you back up in your jeans and either let you spurt, or I'll crush your nuts. Be careful though! Every time you fail I'll crush them for ten extra seconds. Sounds fun, right?"

The woman settled down, snuggled against her date with her fingers casually squeezing over the head and occasionally grabbing some popcorn, ready to wait for the movie's two hour running time.

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Somehow Jason doubted that she would let him cum so easily, so unceremoniously in his pants in the back of a theater, but that didn't stop him from openly groaning as she tormented his cock head, and panting out a desperate "yes..." as she teased him with the prospect of release. Her hand lowered to his balls and he tensed, but her touch was gentle and light for a time, making him moan quietly. His whole body tensed and shuddered as her hand clenched, every second she counted ten times as long to his brain.

Then she released him and he gasped, relaxing as she used the moment to free just the swollen purple head of his cock from his pants, her fingers squeezing playfully over the sensitive head, causing him to shiver and pant quietly. He little game was laid out before him, and he groaned in both pleasure and dread at the hours ahead, but nodded slowly at her question. "Anything where you play with my cock is more than worth the pain." He said with a small smile.

She snuggled up next to him, close enough that she could easily hear his pants of pleasure and soft moans as she teased him slowly and deliberately, his cock throbbing against her. And while his balls ached and his cock throbbed in desire and lust and pain, there was still something so hot and perfect about this little scene and this little game they were playing. It drove him wild, and soon his hips were squirming at every brush against the sensitive head, though he wasn't quite on edge yet.

Her eyes had yet to leave the movie screen, and somehow that made the whole things even hotter---her attention wasn't on teasing him or playing with him, it was a side enjoyment, a little toy to fiddle with, and that turned him on beyond belief. He had never considered that he might be into having a girl just play with him casually, whenever she wanted, but now that it was happening...

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It wasn't a bad movie. It wasn't a cinematic masterpiece by any sense of the word, but it was still entertaining. The characters were interesting, their romance was sweet if a bit hilarious. Rosy found herself laughing at the antics more then a few times, in fact she was slowly losing focus on the throbbing cock head; but, her fingers never stopped. The swollen glands were still squeezed over and the tip was pinched. The rhythm remained stead for the most part, speeding up a little when she was delighting in the movie and her giggling became full laughter.

The time was lost, which was to be expected, but around 40 minutes in a lovely scene between the couple on screen reminded her of her own antics. They were teasing each other, kissing each other, and disappeared behind a door for some very fun sex by the sound of it. Of course it ended in hilarity, but it still brought Rosy's mind to the dick in her fingers. "I bet you want to cum so bad, huh?" She purred, her hand leaving the head to rub down the hidden length. Again she was kind to those swollen balls, rubbing circles over them. They were given a squeeze, but only a light one before she rubbed back up to return to her torturous actions. Though, her fingers were moving just slightly faster.

More crazy antics on the screen pulled her attention back to it, and the woman happily returned to her movie.

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Jason tried to let himself get lost in the movie, and to some extent it worked. Her fingers worked so teasingly that he could never really forget that he was being played with and kept constantly aroused, his balls heavy with cum. Her attention, however, seemed mostly lost, and he relished and was actually aroused by her absentminded nature, how she toyed with him thoughtlessly. Several times she made him gasp or groan quietly as her fingers played with the so-sensitive head, his hips squirming.

Once her attention returned to him for a moment, he gasped as her fingers left the sensitive head, which was now leaking precum steadily, teasing down his long length. "Please..." He breathed out, knowing his begging was in vain, and that he wouldn't cum yet, if anytime soon. Her fingers rubbed gently against his balls and he moaned again, head tilting back slightly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Her light squeeze made him jump slightly, and then her fingers went back to the head, moving slightly faster until he was panting. "Fuck fuck fuck..." He panted out. "Fuck can I please cum...?"

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There it was. The pleading Rosy was looking for. Rosy couldn't help but squeeze her legs together in time with her fingers on the soaking cock head. "Hmm?" She hummed, casually looking away from the screen and up to his face to catch his eyes before trailing her gaze down to his desperate shaft. "Maybe, let's give it a try," she cooed. The movie was ignored for the moment as she used both hands to tuck him back into his pants and seal it in by fastening the button.

"Are you really sure you want to cum?" Rosy questioned, her palm cupping the bulge to twist and rub over it with just enough force to be felt. Then it was given a firm squeeze and a rubbing that was as close to a full stroke as she could get given the confines. "You'd be spending the rest of the day with your pants full of sticky semen." Rosy pressed the heel of her palm down on the bulge forcefully and slowly moved it up and down. "Are you really, really sure you wanna spurt now? I mean, if you ask nicely to spurt your icky load in your pants so you can marinate your dick in it all day, I'll probably let you."

The attention to his trapped dick grew stronger as she worked to bring him to the edge, then grew lighter and lighter when she felt he was getting too close. "Think about it, okay?" And with that the woman returned her attention to the movie screen, but her main focus was the dick not quite in her hand. She didn't want to let him cum just yet after all, he'd have to beg properly. A catty smile pulled on her lips. She'd be crushing his balls instead, it was already decided; but, she really really wanted to hear him beg!

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Jason let out a long, quiet groan as she tucked his long, throbbing cock back into his pants, the material strained by the erect cock. Her hands still played with him through that barrier however, and quite delightfully so, bringing him to the edge. She worked him very skillfully despite the pants between his flesh and hers, and her words entered his head and he heard them. But her teases were so intense and he was so turned on that he couldn't care less about the mess afterward---he just wanted to feel that rush of pleasure.

"Please please let me cum. Please, I want to cum so badly..." He begged, his breath hot and panting, so clearly desperate for her. His hips shifted and bucked against her playing hand and his eyes moved to hers as she teased him. "Please let me cum for you..." He breathed, his body instinctively leaning in toward her. She was so clearly in control despite being such a small girl compared to his large, muscular form.

Jason, somewhere inside, knew that she wouldn't let him get off just yet. She clearly enjoyed breaking him down and making him into a mess of aroused, needy, horniness. There was no way she'd just let all her work from the day go to waste on an orgasm she wouldn't even get to see. Part of him was starting to wonder if she'd ever let him cum, or how far this would even go. But of course, most of those thoughts were long gone now, replaced only by the pulsing hot, throbbing need to cum. His balls ached and hung heavily in his pants, and he felt her fingertips gliding over them as well every time she touched him.

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Just hearing his pleas was orgasmic. Rosy had to consciously stop her eyes from rolling back. She had to keep composed, she had to seem nonchalant this time or the mood would change. The pink flush on her cheeks was only just visible in the dark theater, the sight only made possible by the flashes of light on the screen. This was so good! She wanted to keep this man forever. His moans and his cock were perfect, and if she weren't so horny right now she'd be thinking of all the sweetness she saw in his eyes and the perfect feeling of being held in his arms. "Maybe," she cooed, casually looking back at him. "Your begging is very pretty."

The woman continued to hum and started to bob her head as she pretended to ponder her choices. Through the agonizingly long thought process, her skilled hand never stopped its rubbing and squeezing and petting... until it pulled away completely.

Rosy shifted in her seat until she was kneeling on it while facing her date. This let her use her other hand to grip the bulge in a much firmer hold. "Okay," she answered sweetly. Her strokes became more purposeful, no longer the playful teasing. "I'm going to let you ruin your pants," she purred while leaning in. Her hand pumped furiously, and she placed a sweet kiss on his cheek just as he neared the edge, then, with a catty grin she added. "Just kidding!" And suddenly her hand was crushing those battered balls all over again.

The redhead pulled back just enough to let him see her bright and sunny smile. "One... two..." She counted at an agonizingly slow pace all the way up to ten; but she didn't let go. If anything her grip became vice like. "Eleven..." This went all the way up to twenty when she finally released him all together and plopped back down in her seat with a perfectly pleased giggle... then unbuttoned his pants to start tormenting the head all over again.


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Shiro was in a daze. He couldn't believe he had shown up, the atmosphere thick and the crowd rowdy as the girls danced on the stages between the major numbers and events. And then suddenly, the music dimmed and quieted down, and he heard Akira's name mentioned all of a sudden. To his surprise, his ex was suddenly in the stage, spinning around on a pole, stripping to barely nothing. The empty glass in Shiro's hand clattering against the table he'd found.

Mesmerized by the performance, he couldn't help himself, staring at the spins and twirls. Akira had been his first. The only one he'd felt truly comfortable being himself around. The flashes of images in his mind made his heart throb with desire again, and his body reacted. He didn't realize he was devouring his ex with his eyes, hungrily licking his lips. That was, until he saw the young man on the stage move around, the bills put into the thin thong. It was too much, a sickening jealousy rushing through his stomach as he scrambled, moving to the restroom fast.

Nothing was going to stop his stomach from overturning, emptying it's contents into the toilet. Everything he'd eaten, drank, even a bit of the stomach acid as he felt pale and lightheaded. The images of what had just transpired in his mind playing over and over again. His ex was selling himself and showing off himself in barely anything to strangers. Men willing to pay just to see him undress. Shiro couldn't believe himself as he slowly got back up, finally feeling the train of exhaustion hit him. Their concerts had been close, he hadn't gotten all the sleep he needed to think rationally in this moment as he left the bathroom after washing his hands and mouth. He got a quick whiskey shot to clear the taste of his mouth before paying the one arranging lapdances, booking a time with his ex.

The wait was the next obstacle. He was the sixth person in line, and he could feel himself changing over and over. First hot, then cold, then he felt himself sweating and then back to cold. The longer it took, the more anxious he got. Until it was time, and he moved into the room on wobbly legs, the rules laid out on all four walls. He could tip. He could put his hands on the chair. He could not touch the dancer. He could not talk unless the dancer talked to him. All he could do was wait for this second meet with his ex. And he felt horrified. Seconds felt like hours until the curtain moved and he could see Akira coming in.

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Akira went about his night, giving the lap dances that were owed. The routine was always the same, go in and greet, remind them of the rules, usually he would tell them they could forego the no talking rule as long as they weren't going to harass him. Though it usually didn't matter because most of his clients stayed silent. He assumed they just didn't want to get caught getting turned on by a guy. It was nothing new to him. So when he got into the room with Shiro he didn't think anything was different.

"Hey, sweetie, hope your day has been going well, don't worry about the-" he stopped mid way through his sentence as he finally looked at the client. He felt his heart skip a beat and he bit his lip. This situation was nothing new, he had been in this room with people he knew before. Though admittedly it wasn't usually wasn't old boyfriends. It was usually just people he recognized from high school, ones that by some circumstance wound up with assholes for friends that thought it would be hilarious for their friend to get a lap dance from a guy, only to figure it out later when Akira was stripping.

He gulped and glanced towards the camera in the corner. He had the right to deny any client, but he had to have a good reason. It's my ex, was not a good enough reason, especially when this ex was not abusive or anything that could cause issues. Well other than Akira possibly wanting to screw the man's brains out...

Akira took a deep breath and started again, "you can ignore the no talking rule." He whispered before he moved over and straddled his old boyfriend. He started with a little bit of grinding, never actually touching Shiro's lap. This was the point of an effective lap dance, being there but never actually touching. It drove men nuts. He ran his hands along his own chest before moving them to Shiro's, his hands touching ever so lightly on a chest he hadn't touched in a while. Even with practiced touch his hands were shaking ever so slightly, not enough to see, but enough to feel. About half way through the lap dance he finally got the balls to talk to the man underneath him. "I... I'm sorry." He whispered.

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It felt like they reacted as one, Shiro froze when he saw Akira coming into the room in the punk rocker outfit. It reminded him of High School, of how they'd dated for a bit, and then it'd stopped suddenly. He never found out why, only that something had happened that meant they couldn't see each other. His grip on the chair tightened, his arms flexing. He wanted to pounce on his ex and hug him, hold him tight, though he knew the moment he did, the bouncers would be there to throw him out.

He had to wait, giving a nod as he was told to ignore the no talking rule. He didn't know what to say though, his throat felt dried up, the light concealing how pale he looked as he let his ex start performing the lap dance on him. He had to put every ounce of his strength into resisting himself. He wanted so badly to give in and touch Akira as he danced, and touched his chest just barely, yet enough to feel the shivering. He could remember their first time vividly as it happened, and the one uncontrollable thing he had decided it was time to rise.

He hadn't felt this aroused in a long time, no one he'd been with could possibly make him feel like this. And then they were halfway through it, what felt like it skipped ahead, cheating Shiro of their time together, time was not on his side. Yet there was an apology, making his mouth part ever so lightly. "I..." He trailed off, looking down for a moment, trying to find the right words before he looked up, into the eyes of his ex.

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, words flying through his head but he couldn't put them together properly, and he just ended up blurting out. "Did you hate me back then? Do you still?" He couldn't help, it was what nagged him the most. He thought it was his fault, that he'd messed up, even though he couldn't understand how or where he could possibly have made a mistake. It was obvious from the serious look in his eyes how much this meant to him, and he had hoped they would've talked somewhere without a camera observing them, even if it was only for safety reasons.

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Akira wanted to look away so badly. There was no hate in those eyes, just sadness and curiosity of not knowing what had happened. The tension had gotten so thick he could barely move anymore. He licked his lips lightly and slowly sat down, very quickly wishing he hadn't. He figured the other was hard, but it was kind of the worst timing on his own part. Akira sighed as he moved just a little bit so he wasn't directly on the other's hard on. He looked down to the man's chest and touched it once more, fiddling with the shirt a bit. "No," he finally said.

"I could never hate you. Not then and not now." he sighed again, "I- Do you remember Susan Morn? We were the best of friends at school. I---" he bit his lip, not really sure how to phrase this. He knew it was bad and stupid. "Look I was stupid and young and I never should have listened to her, but she told me... she convinced me that you were going nowhere." he explained. "And if I wanted to go somewhere, I needed to stop hanging out with nobodies." he said, a small smile forming on his face, "Was she sure surprised when you went somewhere." he said as his smile faded again, "Was I ever surprised when she ditched me and went somewhere too." he slowly slipped out of Shiro's lap and refused to look at him. "You're um, you're playing was really good." he murmured and glanced at the light that flashed a few times in the corner. "Uh... your time is almost up." he said, "You can get a refund if you like, I know this wasn't exactly the best in the world." he said.

He bit his lip and glanced to the curtain before looking back to the cameras and then to Shiro. Memories like Shiro was having had come flooding back to him when he sat down on Shiro's lap and was the whole reason he a moved from the other, hoping he didn't take notice to the twice that had happened under his skirt. He remembered a few times they had enjoyed themselves a bit more and the first sweatband Shiro had given him. He gasped "Oh! I um, do you want your sweatband back?" he asked him. "I can go get it and be right back, I probably should bring you both." he offered, his voice getting smaller and smaller as he talked when he realized he was admitting to still having the first one.

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Shiro felt like a weight dropped from his chest when he was today that his ex could never love him. Then came the story, the explanation he had waited for in all those years. It wasn't his fault, Akira had listened to his best friend and take her advice to heart. "I understand." It sounded ridiculous in his mind. How could he possibly understand how it went down five years ago?

It seemed that leaving him had only left his ex more of a mess as he was ditched twice when his best friend moved as well. It was a sting in his heart, had he only known that it would come to this. He wanted to say something but Akira changed the subject to his playing and reminded him of the time he had left. "Thanks. I let myself into the music back when it all happened. I don't think I would've made it to today if I didn't have the band." Shiro admitted, standing up and looking down at his ex when the refund was mentioned.

"No. I won't get a refund." He shock his head, seeing the flashing light and then looking to the door he would leave through. He had noticed the skirt moving, the tent appearing. His arms felt weary from how tight he'd held onto the chair as he gave a soft smile to Akira. "Keep the sweatbands. Unless it smells like death and destruction." He tried to lighten the mood. "I gave the first one to you because I didn't know how else to express my feelings. And last night, I wanted to find out if you still had anything for me." The light seemed to flash faster, there were only seconds left.

He stepped up, taking his ex's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight. My number should be in your call log, so just give me a ring or a text when you're off." He said, the door opening as a bouncer checked in, forcing Shiro to let go. "Later Aki." He said warmly before he turned to leave, not wanting to be kicked out.

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Akira looked genuinely shocked when the other stated that he understood. He had never in the give years they were apart thought his ex would understand that he ditched him to essentially get famous. This, he found, made him feel even worse than he had telling the other why. He wouldn't express this though, he would stay quite about it. If for some reason Shiro did understand let him.

He gave a small a smile when the other said he let himself fall into the music. The man he knew had always been there, inside the music. He had loved to dance to that music, still did, but it was much more fun when it was just them in a dance studio. Akira was happy the man finally got there for himself.

Akira stopped himself when he told him to keep the bands. He understood the first one, he had to laugh at the second. "You know, normal people just ask." He said. His heart slipped a beat when the other grabbed his hand. So when the bouncer came in and Shiro let go he seemed to spur into action. By the time he manned to get his body to follow suit with his heart Shiro had left the room, so he ran after him, "Shiro!" He called after the man, grabbing his hand and tugging on him slightly, to get him to turn around. The moment the other did he leaned up and kissed him. "I get off at 3." He whispered against the others lips.

In reality he was sure the other didn't hear him, but he didn't care, he would call. Well, probably text. He stepped away from the other, a small flush on his cheeks. "Sleep, okay?" He called over the music, "we can meet for breakfast. You remember the diner right? The one we used to go to?" He tried, "I'll message the time when I leave work."

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The moment of shock made Shiro realize how idiotic his choice of words had been. Understanding that he'd been ditched because someone else thought he wouldn't get anywhere was beyond what others could probably comprehend. Yet it had been said, and it was too late to take back now. There was only one thing to do and that was move forward, the past should remain where it was, behind them.

Hearing the laugh, Shiro knew that Akira would find him humorous. He'd always been bad at expressing himself without doing it through song and music. The two sweatbands were perfect proof of that. And as he had left the room, he suddenly felt his hand tugged back, making him spin around, enough to see Akira leaning up, into a kiss. He couldn't help himself when their lips met, returning it as he heard the whisper.

The sparks were back. The butterflies in the pit of his stomach. A blush playing over his cheeks. Why did his knees have to feel weak now? He knew he could hold himself together as he listened nodding, giving his warm smile. "Alright, we'll meet for breakfast at the diner." He replied over the music, it was the best they could do for now and it would at least give them a purpose. He felt like he had a purpose at least, outside the band. He wanted to fully win back his ex, to fire up what they had together and rebuild everything.

It was time for him to leave though, as he noticed the attention they slowly gathered, he lifted his hand in a quick wave. "Later. I should get going." He said, this time knowing he had to head out as Akira still had customers waiting on him. And he knew that in this place, as with many other businesses, time was money. It was more literal here. But he had something to look forward to, his heart churning as he had a smile on his lips when he got out, finding a taxi to head back to the hotel, his phone in his hand the entire time, he didn't want to risk missing the text accidentally. Although he hoped the night wouldn't bring any bad with it for either of them.

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Akira really shouldn't have kissed him. Not only did he crave more of it now, he had drawn attention from not only the patrons but the employees. He turned his gaze to the floor and nodded when the other said they could meet for breakfast. He smiled lightly and waved at Shiro as he left and watched him leave before he went back to his job. Oddly enough his heart was more in it with the customers almost fully enjoying himself as he danced for them.

Once he finished with work he texted Shiro. He wasn't sure what time he was going to wake up, but he should be there at around 8. He hesitated before sending the text but at the end of his struggle he sent stating 8 at the diner. With that he headed home and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. He dreamt that night for the first time in years about Shiro, about being happy.

When he woke up he had roughly 30 minutes to get ready and get to the diner. He was going to be late and he knew it. He sighed before he pulled on a light summer dress, curling is hair lightly at the ends before heading out. He stopped and checked himself before heading out and was at the diner almost 15 minutes late. He looked around trying to find Shiro. He hadn't even thought to call or text the man to tell him he was running late.

Once again his heart was pounding in his chest and the butterflies were flying again. He had to laugh at himself, it wasn't like he hadn't been on a first date before... and with this man in particular. It also wasn't like this was a date. He took a deep breath and tried to shove down the butterflies again. He scanned the diner again and when he spotted his old lover he headed over. "Hey." He whispered and moved to sit in front of the other, "so... um... how are you?" He asked.

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Shiro aimlessly wandered his hotel room that night. He couldn't really find a place or a moment to relax. The memory of the kiss they shared fresh on his mind and the taste of Akira's lips on his own. Something he couldn't help but crave more of. And he knew he had to wait for their breakfast meeting the next day. It took him almost a full hour before he laid down on the bed, not bothering with undressing as he drifted off to sleep.

He.had left his phone on the nightstand by the bed, and he didn't react to the text popping in. Yet he woke up fairly early, about two hours before he had to be there and saw the text. Smiling, he replied that would make sure to be there at 8. Then he went to get his shower done, finally having a reason to fully clean himself and get ready. And when he came back out, he opted for a fairly new set of clothes. A brand new dark red t-shirt with the band logo on and a pair of jeans. He wanted to look casual and not stand out, yet his hair would easily contrast the color of the shirt as he decided to head out in good time.

And he was there as he meant to, fifteen minutes early. He made sure to get a table where he could have his back to the door, wanting to be surprised when Akira arrived. Then he got himself a cup of coffee to get a boost of energy, and to at least look a bit fresher as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to make sure he looked as fresh as he could. Then suddenly, the door opened. Fifteen minutes late. Shiro had turned his head all the time, and finally he saw his ex, in a cute summer dress, making him smile. It was nice to see him like that. And it made him feel warm. "Hey." He replied as Akira sat down across from him. It was a bit of a neutral opening between them, but he had to admit he was relieved as he waved for the waitress to bring them menus. "Much better now that you're here." He admitted. It felt right to say it like that. "Although I was starting to get nervous, until I remembered how you liked to make me wait after class." He gave a soft grin.

He had been forgotten a lot of times, or delayed. Akira sometimes forgot group projects and had arranged that they'd walk home together the same day. Not that Shiro minded, it didn't change his feelings as he only found it cute when they later made up and shrugged it off together. He hoped it would be the same this time, as he didn't want anything bad to be between them. "I hope you didn't get into trouble over me last night." He added, thinking back to their rather public display at the club where Akira worked.

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Akira winced when the other mentioned he was starting to get worried that he wasn't going to come, "I really haven't gotten a lot better about that." he blushed, "I swear... I just, with my job and all, it's hard to get up in the morning sometimes. I guess I kind of forgot to set my alarm. Then I decided to look like this today... and yeah, I'm a mess." he chuckled. He had hated every time he was late or even forgot that he had something that caused him to put Shiro second. It wasn't like he meant to do things like that, but he had to admit he didn't it rather often and it sadly made breaking up with Shiro and leaving him behind a lot easier. His smile faded a little bit as he thought about it and wondered how it really made Shiro feel even if they did make up.

"Hmm?" he started and took a glance at the menu, he already knew what he wanted but always liked to check before if they had anything new. "Oh, no. Trust me a lot worse than a kiss has happened there before. So me running after a guest to give him a kiss was nothing too crazy. Though some of the girls and regulars gave me shit for kissing you." he said, blushing. "It's just friendly banter though." he bit his lip and glanced up to the waitress when she came back to get their orders and ordered his. Waffles and a side of fruit with some apple juice. A simple but great breakfast in his opinion. He handed her back the menu and then looked over to his ex. He couldn't believe they were back here. It was just like back then.

"Um, about that kiss last night..." he started out, "I- I don't really know what came over me. I probably shouldn't have done that." he said, looking down at the table, fiddling with the fork that had been left their for him. "N-not that I didn't like it! I just- I mean... you probably hate me after everything and I know you said you understood, but I can't believe that you would forgive me for something like that." he said as he bit his lip again, he loved being here with Shiro, but at the same time it felt strange. He shouldn't be here, he should be doing his best to get out of that stupid strip club.

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Shiro couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. Akira hadn't changed, and it made him enjoy it a bit more. It felt nice to be a bit back to the old times they've had with going to the diner for lunch or breakfast. "You were always a bit of a mess, but you were the cutest mess I've ever seen." He teased softly as the menus were placed on the table by them. He didn't know it helped with breaking up with him, but at the same time, Shiro didn't care anymore, he wanted to enjoy the morning and breakfast with his ex and just try to find a way to talk out what had happened between them.

He peered through the menu, it was pretty much the same as it had been five years ago. "I'm glad it wasn't anything more." He said, looking to the waitress as she returned. He let Akira order first before Shiro ordered pancakes with a side of bacon. He knew he needed something a bit on the greasy side to deal with the past few days increased alcohol consumption. And then his focus shifted back to Akira, seeing him fiddle with the fork and try to explain the kiss away and everything that happened. Shiro bit his lower lip for a moment before he moved his hand across the table, on top of Akira's, stopping him from fiddling with the fork.

"I'm glad you kissed me." He said softly. "In the room, I thought I was going to break the chair if there'd been more time." He admitted softly, a smile on his face as his thumb gently caressed the other's hand. "I said I understood, but I don't know if I'll ever truly understand all that happened." He added, even if he felt bad for saying it like that. But he had no choice, he wanted to make it better, wanted there to be something between them again. "I can't find it anywhere in me to hate you." He added as well, leaning forward a bit.

He looked out the window for a moment, as if thinking about what to say, or how to say something. Shiro knew he had to admit it, and it seemed like forever, while it was only a few seconds. His heart pounding in his chest, in his mind it was the same as a confession. "Last night, at the end of your show when you went around and they all..." He trailed off for a moment, not sure if he could finish it as he looked up to catch Akira's eyes. "I was jealous. I wanted to grab you and pull you away." He admitted, his eyes showing his honesty.

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Akira gave an apologetic smile when he stated his was the cutest mess he had ever seen. He was glad the other seemed to think so. He had always wondered how Shiro managed to put up with him for the time they were together. He looked to his hand as Shiro's was put on top of his. He felt his heart skip a beat and slowly moved his hand to be in his lap. All this touching was driving him crazy. He wanted to do a lot more than just touch hands. Then the other stated he was happy that he kissed him. Akira blushed when he started he thought he was going to break the chair, "Well, the bouncers might have come in before that." he said, his imagination figuring they both would have been a little responsible for breaking the chair.

What was said next he found himself rather shocked. He didn't think that Shiro would answer like that. After all, what he had done... for the reasons he had, they were awful. He was sure he would never had forgiven someone if they did that. Hell, he still hadn't forgiven Susan. What came out of Shiro next though he looked up and stared. He was jealous? Of Akira... no, of the men that got to touch them the way they did. He looked away when Shiro admitted it. "I- I mean... it's the only job available for someone like me, right now. I don't exactly fit the male roles in many ballets and female roles, I mean, I can fit those but they are a bit more... well, I just rather not do that to get a job." he explained as he carefully danced around what he would have had to do.

"You don't need to be jealous though. It's not like I like it or anything. Plus they just wanna look. All they do it look. I don't touch them or anything." he tried to explain. "I'm still waiting for my big break. Don't think I'm ever going to get it now though. Not where I work and auditions are just becoming harder to come by because of work hours." he continued on before waving his hand in front of his face and scrunching up his nose, "I'm sorry, I'm rambling."


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The session came to a momentous close, and all three were satisfied in their own right from the looks of things. Amber had her hands cleaned from the oil and everything else was squared away by the time Morgana figured herself out. She could still feel the wavering drunkenness withing her, but motioned for a sitting position carefully. "Uhmm.. Chinese food. I could go for some right now... all the beef and broccoli..." She'd sigh, and towel off her ass and mouth in order to get whatever she had on her off. She stood up on shaky legs, the orgasm of hers still somewhat lingering as she looked around for her clothes, her gait having changed slightly as she was trying to get used to the metal orb in her anal passage. She'd be ready for tomorrow for sure. "Uhh... h-how long are these supposed to stay in fore?" She asked either of them, as Amber was now making her way to the jacuzzi for her turn.

"Depends on how loose you want to be. Don't worry... just take it out when nature calls, clean yourself up, and plug yourself back up when you're done. But... I'd suggest leaving it in overnight, just to make sure. On-screen sessions with Lee can be quite... taxing." Amber explained, as she dipped in and sat down in a comfortable spot. "I'm starving... I'll take an order of... what is it? Orange chicken?"

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Lee found the local food ordering app and went to the best rated Chinese delivery place. "Alright then, one large order of beef and broccoli, some orange chicken, and then General Tso's for me, and egg rolls and crab Rangoon for all!" He exclaimed as he submitted their order before moving over to join Amber in the jacuzzi.

"That's right, keep it in as long as you can and then you'll truly enjoy our session tomorrow." He told her as he waved her over. "Come and join us though, that thing will be fine in the water. We all need a good soak after that."

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Amber sighed as the jets massaged her body in the best way, and joined in beckoning Morgana to the water as she watched the tattooed girl fidget with the orb that had been lodged within her. She had been there before, many times. Often having gone through the process within a days time just to get the perfect butt-fucking on camera. Good memories, in her eyes.

The two of them settled next to each other, with Lee sitting just across from Morgana in an attempt to satisfy the potential triangle they formed within the hot water. They'd all begin to relax with the help of the jacuzzi, as Amber looked between the both of them, curiously so. "So.. Lee, what's the name of this series of movies gonna be called? I heard from James you passed him up to star in it yourself? You coming our of retirement? There some sort of 'Legends' reunion I haven't yet heard about?" The blonde asked with a brief laugh following her string of questions. She'd then exhale, and untie the strings on her bikini top, having changed on the way to the hotel due to the Vegas heat. Morgana simply eyed the man with a certan zeal, wanting to know the answers to the questions, also.

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Lee was excited for the group's meal together, but was even more so excited that the three were all getting into the jacuzzi together, a show of comradery after such an intense exchange between he and Morgana. The jets were bubbling as Amber removed her top, releasing her perfect tits to bring the heat up even further.

"Now this is my kind of night. Two topless beauties, one gaping asshole, and a satisfied Lee Stone." He teased before the girls started asking about the series. "Well you could call it me coming out of retirement. In fact, the series is simply called Lee Stone: Cumming Out of Retirement. I told them to give me some fresh meat for the first girl in the series, who knew I'd be so lucky to get Morgana?"

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The two of them would share a laugh about the name Lee had given, before Morgana blushed lightly at the comment about being the first scene girl. She felt the heat in her face increase just after a moment, and looked to Amber. "Wait...me? As scene number one? That's... w-wow. Okay..." She'd chuckle nervously, and take the information in. Amber joined in, and gave a boisterous snicker, her tits bouncing in the water as her chest rose and fell. "Damn, that's a real honor too... having your first, what... forty-five minutes on camera be not only with Mr. Stone himself, doing a virginity scene, and anal? Even I feel sore and satisfied just thinking about it." The blonde smiled with a small pang of jealousy, as she reveled in her own flashbacks.

"My first scene ever... was, about, only twenty minutes long I think. Some scrawny guy, but he had like, the biggest dick you've ever seen. I mean really he had something like Lee here, but it had this weird curve in it... anyway, so we set in, right... and I kid you not, about two minutes in *pop* he just starts sprayin' and prayin'. Had to film the rest with his flunky. He was alright..." The blonde told her story with both lack of tact, and grace, but got it across for the both of them to hear. The time was still at a stand-still it seemed, as the three of them told each other stories of their experiences, until of course a knock on the door came about.

"I got it..." Morgana would chime, as she stood from the tub, and pranced over to the door. She'd open it, much to the room-service employee's surprise to witness a naked tattooed woman answer it. He stared at her for a moment, bag of food in hand as she gave him a proper twenty dollar bill she picked up along the way to answer the call. Soon enough the exchange was complete, as Morgana walked back to the jacuzzi area, and placed the different orders and Styrofoam plates onto the nearby table. "Food's here!"

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Lee laughed hysterically as Amber told the story of her first scene ending in a pray and spray moment, her partner unable to keep himself from cumming. "Oh god! You really got the short end of the dick!" He exclaimed, making a terrible joke.

The trio would exchange stories until finally there was a knock at the door, Morgana happy to answer it, and even doing so nude. Lee watched her ass all plugged up as she greeted the man, paid, and sauntered to the table with their food.

"Boy did that guy get a treat." He said as he dried off and sat at the table nude, opening up his food. "Damn this looks good. Good call, Morg!" He called out before digging in, enjoying the Chinese with two gorgeous pornstars beside him.

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With Morgana at the table, the food ready, and hunger striking, Amber made her way out of the jacuzzi after Lee, she herself ready to dig into some find oriental food as well. The woman wasn't necessarily worried to much about her figure, being the motherly body of someone else was something she couldn't bear to stand any more than she needed to. She sat at the table, and set a towel down behind and underneath where she'd sit, prompting the idea she'd dry off as she ate. She nodded in agreement to Lee's comment on how good of a call it was to have chosen the food, as Morgana sat down afterwards and joined them in their feast.

Not much time had passed by the systematic finish of every one of them getting the most out of it, as Morgana cleared her "plate", and folded the container back in order. "Well.. I'm, pretty much excited about tomorrow, I think. I mean, everyone has to start somewhere, right?" She'd ask Lee, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. This day was truly momentous, and gave the small woman chills about the future and what it held for her. She could tell, that either she was stepping from the set limping and barely able to walk straight for a week, or wasn't going to be able to sit down for a day or two.

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Lee finished his meal shortly after Morgana as it seemed all three were likely to be members of the clean plate club. It had a great meal with even better company. As the three finished they were all still naked in his hotel suite as the subject changed back to their shoot tomorrow.

"Yes everyone has to start somewhere, and you're starting at the top." He told her with that famous smile. "Amber, you'll still be there on the sidelines, right? I'm sure Morgana would love to have that support." He asked as he stood up, his flaccid cock still a spectacle to behold.

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The familiar silence between them as they ate, was broken by Lee first, who finished just before Amber's as she was fiddling with the utensils she had used to eat the food. Morgana was the first to respond, as she looked to the man that stood up, his glory in plain view. "Well... hopefully I won't disappoint anyone who watches it. Other than that, I'm super excited." Morgana nodded, and looked to Amber, who seemed a bit distracted after Lee's question of being with them during the film. She snapped out of her thoughts, and looked at them both through a wavering focus. "Oh, uhmm... sure, I'll have to move some appointments around with another agency but, I can swing by and.. give you guys the support you so desperately need." The regal blonde would chuckle, as she stood from the table as well, before she gathered the now empty containers from the table and proceeded to make her way to the kitchen, where the trashcan resided.

"Who else do you have on the series, Lee? Anyone I'd know?" Morgana asked, her eyed roving between his body, and his eyes, as she tried her best to remain in contact with his. It was oddly titillating, the fact that this was their profession, but also their livelihood. Some people were just meant for the business, as she was told often enough after having been going solo for so long. People were raving about her finally signing up and going with someone on-screen, but with him, she could only imagine the kind of offers Lee's agency and angle would help her work towards.

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"Perfect! Knew we could count on you! Besides, it should only take the length of the film. Remember, you really only get one take!" Lee reminded Amber as Morgana began asking who else would be in the series.

"Honestly, for now, it's a one part series. But I know after this one with us launches offers will be rolling in. This is more of the preemptive bet than anything." He said with a wide grin as he eyed both beauties. "But if I was going to bet on anyone, it would definitely be you, Morgana."

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"Oh that sounds... cool. Yeah. I can dig it." Morgana would listen and nod, before she settled for looking around as she walked over to where her clothes were, and began putting them on. Movement was still a challenge, though she managed to get thing on and ready by the time Amber took to the dreaded act as well. "It'll work out Lee. There's no reason for it not to. People see that your back, they'll coming in droves to throw you some funding." The blonde pointed out. She did have a head for business, and she was usually right on her predictions through no real fault of her own. Soon enough the both of them finished putting their clothes on, and exchanged looks.

"So, the night's still young. Casino? It is Vegas, after all." Amber asked the both of them, as Morgana shrugged. "I'm fine with it. I know nothing about any games, though..."

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Lee smiled and nodded as Amber assured him that he'd get funding after people saw the first installment in the series with Morgana. It would certainly be a porn spectacle to behold, he was sure of that.

Then the night took a turn toward fun, Amber suggesting they hit the casino. "As long as I get to look like the player I am with you two babes on each arm." He joked as he started to get dressed, slipping into some jeans and a nice white button down. "It would be fun to take Morgana out with that plug in. I'd be down for some slots, black jack, roulette... craps?" He jokes as he stood at the ready.

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With the way the film industry had taken hold on the world, it was surprising to see that everything had been established in the particular fashion that allowed Morgana to simply live in it. Though through no fault of her own, and the guidance of Lee Stone's agency, it was a wonder why the man hadn't procured a larger budget. He was banking on the success of this shoot, which was more than likely going to be something of the short-but-intense variety, though she was somewhat confident in her abilities to withstand that kind of thing. She wondered how this morning would have gone for him, after having won four straight high-stakes hands of blackjack the night before. Morgana herself, wasn't much of a gambler, after having played it safe and toiled around on the slots and such until they left. Not unlike Amber, however, who had apparently won it big on the craps table, evident of her announcement on social media about how promising the night had been, and what she was going to spend the winnings on earlier that morning.

The tattooed hybrid sat in the limousine set for her travels through Hollywood, and out to the more provincially rich neighborhoods of Santa Monica, where more often than not, a studio or two had dedicated their craft to making porn. Aside from the Valley, though she figured someone like Lee would have just a bit more hunger in his act of class. The black luxury vehicle pulled up to the front of a relatively large building, and saw that Amber's car was parked out in front, beside the corner alley and promptly had it blocked off. She had seen the Mercedes of hers before, which prompted the idea that directing and setting up clients may have been somewhat more lucrative than actually being a performer. Or the older woman was just simply that damn good.

Morgana made her way inside, the doorman having recognized her suddenly with the help of a photograph he had been holding to have a reference of her, and nodded. He then opened the door and grabbed her bag, before having followed inside to direct her properly into the building. The lobby was small, but gave a homey touch, as the doorman rushed to the elevator and gave her a card. "Fourth floor. They're waiting." He simply said, and trotted back to the front door to guard it like always. The act made her nervous, and struck Morgana with the idea that she might have been a little, late, which prompted her to get in the vertical car and settle herself for the shoot. The door closed, and the nervousness came rushing in.

She went through the small checklist in her head with frantic breathes, as the gentle hum of the mechanism blurred the background. She was clean, she was ready, and she seemed to fill out Lee's chosen outfit for her perfectly. She donned a sporty crop-top, high top sneakers with the white socks that went up to her knees, and denim leggings, that seemed to strain against her thighs and ass whenever she walked. It was an odd combination, but wondered if that was the aesthetic of a teenager nowadays. She shrugged, and adjusted the bag under her arm, as the large plug within her butt made itself softly known, the metal orb pressing up against her softened g-spot as the door opened. The cold air of the upper floor caused her to shiver slightly, and peer into the room of what looked like a penthouse floor. "Uh... Lee? Amber? I made it..." She'd call out to them, before the startling laughter of Amber's echoed from around the cubed pillar the elevator seemed to take up. Morgana rounded the corner, and craned her neck to see the set behind her, with furniture, bedding, and sectioned rooms to simulate what looked like a high-end upper class home. She stood there stunned, even if it was technically fake it was still beautiful.

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Lee and Amber had simply been chatting as they waited for Morgana, he didn't want it to appear as though they were just waiting for her even though she was a tad late. "Well look at you. Fucking gorgeous, isn't she?" Lee said as his costar approached them, donning his chosen outfit and looking like a teen with the most killer body anyone had ever seen.

"We're all set up now, so all we have to do is go out there and execute. It means a lot to me that you're giving up your v-card to me for the camera, Morgana. I'm gonna make it special, just follow my lead. And remember, don't hold anything back." He told her before pulling her into a hug, punctuating it with a passionate kiss.

"Do you still have the plug in?" He asked as he gave her ass a nice swat. "It'll need to come out before we start if you do." He informed her, ready to get started.

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Morgana sighed with relief as she spotted Lee and Amber chatting among themselves, though was a bit uptight about the situation a little too much to understand that the premise laid within the confines of the room. She nodded nervously at his virginity comment, the hybrid's face blushing a faint pink as she looked away. She saw Amber in her power-suit of sorts, appearing all kinds of professional as she made her to way to the various cameras to make sure everything would be seamless. The blonde checked it all, and gave a rudimentary thumbs up as she witnessed the two sharing a kiss. "Yup. All good." She called out, and allowed Morgana the benefit. The half-jap exhaled under her breath as she looked around for a possible bathroom, and tentatively beelined for the doors as her swayed gait was noticeably disrupted. It took a minute, as Amber prepared Lee's part with the precedence of Morgana leaving the bathroom organically. She stood behind the main camera, and switched it all on to start recording, and held onto her personal camcorder as they rolled film.

"Okay... it's out, but I do feel much better now---" Morgana would let out a relieved exclamation, as the prepped bathroom gave her the opportunity to clean the toy and put it away, just in time to see the metal eyes on her. There were a lot more cameras than she remembered seeing just a few minutes before, and it worried her a little, though she wasn't made to know they were currently rolling. She'd half-step, as she then walked into the center of the room where Lee stood, and tried her best to act casual. "Uhm, s-so what now? You sure this isn't too much?" She'd gestured to the outfit, unaware that the script he had laid out was non-existent, and was supposed to flow. "I wasn't sure about wearing it out, today. It does kind of... hug on me."

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Lee could tell Morgana had no clue the cameras were rolling as she made her way back to the set. He hadn't written a script because he wanted to give a sort of background into porn for the common viewer. At the same time he wanted to introduce Morgana to the numerous pleasures the industry has to offer.

"Oh no baby, you look perfect." He told her as he led her over to the bedroom set, giving her ass a vicious slap in those sexy denim leggings before kissing her deeply. "On your knees. I want to see that mouth stuffed with cock again. Gotta warm you up hope by hole."


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The vampire looked around at his coven. At six foot three inches he was tall though not the tallest in the coven. Nor was he the strongest. But he was the best fighter. He ran a hand through his short cropped brown hair. "We go to hit the wolves for two reasons. First they are werewolves and deserve to die. Second, I have found out that they have a large herd of humans. Why should good blood be fed to those mangy dogs instead of we who can appreciate it?" He raised his katana into the air, "Gather your weapons and prepare for battle."

Eric brought the warriors to a halt two miles from the wolves village. He looked up into the night sky and growled in disgust. The storm clouds that had been threatening were breaking up. A few stars glinted in between the dark masses of clouds. He glanced around to the forty he had brought with him. Another twenty were approaching from the opposite direction. "Everyone check your weapons, the wolves may scent us before we hit the village. We charge straight through. Samuel will hit the opposite side and we will meet in the middle. From that point we slaughter every werewolf we find." He smiled slightly, though there was no humor in the smile. "Once the wolves are put down we take booty, but not before. The one who stops to plunder before I give leave will find a head missing. Now lets go."

The strike force moved swiftly along the forest trails. The clearing came upon them suddenly with the village in the center. Eric was in the lead and roared, his twin .45 calibers spitting silver covered bullets. Some of the wolves stayed in human form and returned fire with weapons firing an irradiated ultra violet core. Most changed to their beast form. A huge black werewolf ran straight towards Eric. The first two shots he fired at the beast missed as it leaped from side to side. The wolf leapt into the air. As the beast flew towards him Eric slid down onto both knees bending back and pumping four rounds into the creature. He turned to fire again but both weapons were now empty. Holstering the pistols Eric pulled his sword. The blade was a katana that had been specially made to deal with werewolves. Screaming a challenge, he charged at a rust pelted wolf. The two would have met in crash of bodies, except at the last moment Eric sidestepped and slashed. The wolf screamed in agony at the bite of the silver contained in the blade.

After what had seemed hours Eric looked around the wolves were dead or fleeing. The warriors of the coven were herding the humans that the wolves had captured. His eyes caught sight of one female and he grinned. "That one I claim for my own." The point of an ear peeking through blonde hair and given her away. "Bring her to me." Once the girl stood before him Eric looked into her eyes, "What are you called elf?"

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It was hard to stay hopeful and believe that anyone would come and rescue her. Liva had been kidnapped by a werewolf right in front of her own tribe. Of course, they had been fighting to get her back, but now it had been a long time since she heard or saw any more elves around here. There was mostly humans locked up with her. They all were chained up hard in a basement. It was dark and held a very strange smell over it. Liva wore no clothes like the rest of the group. None in the group was very healthy except for those who had just been taken here.

It would soon be changing. The only time you was somewhat feed something was when you took upstairs for some entertainment. Before all this had she been almost innocent when it came down to sex. She had barely done it twice with a love of hers. But that was all gone now. There was no innocent left and she was sure she would never ever view sex in the same way again. She hated wolves.

Suddenly there was screams, shouts and shots upstairs and some of the new humans got excited. It wasn't until the door to the basement was kicked open that the group knew there was no longer wolves upstairs. Pale, tall and well-dressed men got downstairs and were freeing them from this prison. Liva walked with her head down. She stood in the middle of the group in the hope to blend in. But it had not worked as she had hoped.

Liva looked up. Someone had seen it here. A tall woman came and pulled her out from the group and took her in front of the man that had pointed at her. The woman let her go, but Liva wouldn't dare to move. She knew better than trying to run away now. The man demanded to know her name. "Liva, sir." She told him and held her head down, breaking the eye contact.

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"Liva, a pretty name." Eric's eyes moved over the girls body then he nodded. "Yes, you will do nicely. From this point on you are mine Liva. None other may touch you without my leave." Eric looked up into the night sky again then at the watch he pulled from a pocket. Turning he barked a command, "Samuel, we stay here till night fall. We will not be able to get all of these humans to our holding before dawn. Each warrior is to take whichever human he wishes to use for feeding and...whatever else they might desire. Put the rest back into the holding pens we took them from."

Eric turned back to Liva taking hold of her wrist. He wasn't very thirsty yet but it would be pleasant to spend the day with full belly and a warm she elf beside him. His head swiveled back and forth a few times surveying the houses close by. He nodded once, "That one will do." He started toward a good sized house a few hundred feet away his hand still clasping Liva's wrist.

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"I understand, sir." She gave him a nod and looked around slightly. The air was cold against her skin and yet it didn't bother her very much. Liva saw the men and woman taking the humans they wanted. Some of the people was fighting against them, while others followed quietly or maybe even cried slightly.

Liva knew now who the invaders was. Vampires. They had been taken from werewolves only to be taken by a vampire instead. She didn't know what she thought about that yet. The rumors she had heard... was not of the nice kind. Liva had been in her own mind when the man took a grip around her wrist. It was not very hard, but it had made her turn her attention back to him.

He pointed at a house close to them. It had been the Alpha's sisters house. A place she had not been very much in actually. She walked with him toward the house. They always had a spare key in a fake flower pot. "May I unlock the door?" She told him and pointed at the fake pot.

[User] Nodding Eric gave his consent to unlock the door. Once they were inside he locked the door again. Moving from room to room he explored the house. It was a nice enough place, two bedrooms, and a bath with a living room and kitchen. He entered the master bedroom. A heavy wooden king size bed took up the middle of the room with matching dressers. Sitting down on the bed Eric noted it was firm without being stiff. It should prove a good resting place. There was one window in the center of a the east facing wall. Searching through the closet he found several heavy blankets which he draped over the window. The room was shrouded in darkness. Flicking a light switch he glanced over at Liva. "Come here Liva, I wish to speak with you."

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Liva unlocked the door and let him in. She even took the freedom to lock it after them too. While the vampire walked around in the house did Liva took a change to get something to drink. She was so thirsty... surely he wouldn't mind!

She was gulping a huge glass of water down and was almost breathless once she had finish it. Liva dried her mouth with her hand back and then hurried up to find the man once again. She had soon found him in the bedroom, covering the windows by some blankets. Liva stood in the doorway. She held her hands in front of her and quietly waited for him to turn his attention to her. Speak with her? Well that would make sense.

A lot had happen in a very short amount of time. Liva walked closer. Hoping he would only be talking tonight. Not that she would fight very much tonight if he would need something else. Tonight was she already tired from plenty of reasons. Feeling nervous did she put some of her hair behind her ear and looked slightly up at him.

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Eric watched her approach her movements indicated that she was nervous. Well she might be. She had, from her perspective been saved from one monster only to become the property of another monster. That thought brought the ghost of a smile to his lips. When she tucked her hair behind her ear she had also exposed the side of her throat. He could hear the hot blood pumping through her body. The thought of her blood brought the thirst to the fore. He coughed behind his hand to hide the fangs that had sprung into place. He would feed from her, but not before she understood her role.

A moment later he lowered his hand slightly then reached out and drew her close, his hands on her hips. He looked into her big beautiful eyes. "Liva, I am sure you know what I am. To erase all doubt I am a vampire and I lead this coven. What I said before you must understand fully. You belong to me. You are mine to do with as I wish." He stopped for a moment to let that sink in. "You may have heard stories about us. That we vampires are a murderous folk who kill wantonly. That is not true. When we feed we take a cupful maybe two but not more then that unless we have been starved. Some find the experience pleasurable, but whether you do or not, I shall feed from you Liva." He paused again then started again. "Know also that we vampires do have sexual urges, you will sate those urges. Do you understand all that I have said?"

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It felt strange to have to look down at him. That made her very uncomfortable for some reason. But she still went closer, didn't mind his hands on her hips. So far he had been mostly gentle with her. He made it clear what he was. What she now was in for. Liva was glad that she wouldn't be dead by the morning. Liva nodded to make sure he knew that she had been listing. Being bitten did not scare her. Some of the wolves did that too and for some reason did she believe that a vampire's bite wouldn't be as awful like a werewolves' had been.

"Yes sir, I understand. I belong to you now and you will use me however you fit." To say it out loud made it more clear for her. She couldn't help but to wonder what kind of life she would have with him. Liva bite her lower lip as was wondering just how much she would be able to ask for in this moment. She would have to try otherwise she would never know. The vampire wasn't harmless but she did doubt that he would hurt her senseless for a few simple questions.

"Is there anything you wish for me to do tonight? Or would it be alright for me to take a shower and rest?" She was awfully tired and the smell from the basement was not one you longed for.

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Eric had to agree to the request. The smells from the basement where she had been kept clung to her like a cloak. He would much prefer a clean and rested elf. "You may shower. When you are finished you will rest here next to me."

Over three centuries walking the earth had taught him patience and the ability to restrain the thirst. His restraint was not absolute, much depended on how long ago he had past fed. "Dawn will be here in a few hours. I will remain awake this day and will awaken you around the noon hour." He turned her around then gave her a gentle push.

[Assistant] She nodded and then smiled. "Thank you sir." Liva hurried of to borrow some clothes. Some T-shirt and sweatpants was perfect. Liva went to take a shower. A nice and hot one. It felt very good and she stood under the warm water just a few seconds longer. She got out, got dressed and braided her hair so it wouldn't make the man all wet from it too. Liva yawn wide and slowly walked back to the bedroom. She didn't care very much that she was going to share bed. It was much better then to be sleeping on the floor. Liva laid down and was sleeping in just a matter of seconds.

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The vampire watched as the elf crawled into the bed. Within seconds she was sound asleep. Eric raised his right eyebrow. The girl must have been exhausted, knowing werewolves as he did it was not surprising she was tired. She was lucky she had not been eaten. He of course would feed from her, but he had no intention of killing her. Not when she could supply him with blood and sex for a very long time. He watched her sleep for a few minutes then quietly got up and left the room, closing the door behind him. Eric picked up his radio and keyed it up.

"Charles, this is Eric." A moment later a deep bass voice came over the radio, "Charles here, what do you require Lord." Eric sat down on a rocker near the front window. "Charles, how many did we lose tonight?" Charles responded, "Matthew, Thomas and Jeff are dead. Steven is badly hurt and may not recover. We counted ten dead for the wolves, no idea on their wounded." Eric rocked slowly as he listened. The four Charles named were all good warriors that had been a part of the coven for decades. He sighed, "Very well, settle yourself in for the day and we will meet briefly this evening before we head home."

Eric sat in the rocker till he saw the first rays of dawn. There was enough light in the room for him to read by so he pulled a copy of Homer out of his pack.  He went into the bedroom and laid down with his head propped up. Opening the book he began to read, every so often looking over at Liva. At noon Eric nudged Liva, "You need to get up and eat something. When you are finished eating come back here to me."

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Liva felt into a deep sleep rather quick which gave her enough strength to recover. Even if it was just a few hours did she felt so much better when she had to take up. There had been a gentle push from the man and he told her she would need to get up. Liva yawn and turned on her back to look at the man. She would have to find something to eat. Of course there would be something in the house.

Liva was still laying in the bed. "Would you like to have a bite first, sir?" If that was what he was going to do after she ate so would it be better to do it before. She always felt so ill after. Liva pulled away her hair from her neck as an offer.

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A ghost of a smile played at his lips when Liva offered him a bite. The thirst immediately roared into life. He normally did not feed during the day but the stress of staying awake was having its effect. "Yes, I believe I shall." He moved next to the elf his eyes locked on hers. Leaning in he could smell the scent of the soap she had used last night. His lips brushed hers while his hands went to her shoulders. Eric's lips moved down along her jawline, then to her throat.

He kissed and lightly licked the side of her neck. Eric heard the blood rushing through her veins. His fangs extended as he bit. He heard the soft pop as they pierced the tender flesh. His lips sealed around the punctures. Eric drew slowly, savoring the taste of Liva's hot, rich blood. One arm dropped down to encircle her waist pulling her body tight against him. The left hand moved to capture her right breast. Fondling the well formed mound as he drank.

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Liva looked back into his eyes and felt a bit uncomfortable. But that didn't lost for long, he moved closer, leaned in and gave her the softest kiss she had ever got. He kept kissing her jaw, down to her neck. It made her feel strange. Strangely was she was liking it. It was making her blood rush and make her relax.

It did not even hurt as the fangs enter her skin. Liva let out a soft moan. The vamp had been right. It could feel good too. She closed her eyes and let him pull her closer. This was so much better then the wolves' bites. Another moan was to be heard as she felt his semi-warm hand against her breast. Oh... what was he doing to her? It was making her feel fuzzy, horny and so good!

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Eric continued to slowly draw blood from the elf. He thought Liva's elfish blood much more delicious then human blood. After he had drawn about three mouthfuls he lifted his lips from the two puncture marks. His tongue flicked out to lick away a few drops of blood. He then pulled the t shirt she wore over her head and off, tossing it to the floor.

Lowering his head, Eric took her left nipple into his mouth suckling it as he pushed her onto her back. He looked into her eyes for a moment before moving down to slide the sweat pants off of her, leaving the lovely woman naked before him. "You are a rare beauty Liva." He stood and stripped his own clothing off then rejoined her on the bed kissing her soft lips. Each kiss more insistent.

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Liva blushed red as he said he found her beautiful. It was a nice to hear. Liva had lifted her arms up to help taking off the shirt. Then he went for her nipple. It had already become sensitive from the bite and a wave of pleasure went through her.

Liva smiled at him. He was a man that seemed to like eye contact. Her trousers was take off as well and the moment after stood the vampire there in all his glory. Her cheeks became red as she found herself thinking he was very handsome. Liva kissed him back and placed her hands at him. He felt strange. How he could be warm and cold at the same time.

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The vampire's tongue delved in to dance with Liva's as his hand moved to her left nipple rolling it back and forth between his finger and thumb. Eric broke the kiss, his lips traveling down between her breasts then down the plane of her flat belly. His body slid downwards leaving a trail of kisses and licks as he moved down between her thighs. His nostrils flared at the scent of her sex. His tongue moved over the folds of Liva's opening, exploring and tasting.

Eric's tongue found her clit and teased the bud, circling it before sealing his lips around it, sucking. At the same time he slid a finger into her warm, wetness, stroking in and back. He was slightly distracted by the sound of her blood racing through her veins. The thought of sinking his fangs into the side of her thigh sounded very appealing, but he pushed that thought back for the moment. Right now he wanted to satisfy his other lusts.

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This was amazing. Strange and most of all. She actually enjoy herself. Liva closed her eyes. None had never been able to enchant her like this. Longing for his touches and kisses. Maybe it was the vampire genetic doing it's thing? Liva didn't care for the moment. She was allowed to be a tiny happy for once, right?

Then did her new master something she never thought he would do. His kisses went lower and lower until his tongue licked her clit. She inhaled sharp. "Oh my~"

[User] Eric's tongue continued to circle Liva's clit. His index finger stroking up into her wet sex, sliding deeper on each push inward. He heard her small gasped comment and smiled. Pulling his finger out of her he used both hands to spread the lips of her pussy wide. He then licked from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. Again and again, long deep licks. Eric's shaft was now throbbing with need. He slid his body upward, as he did so the head of his cock pushed up against her opening. Looking into her eyes he slowly sank his shaft into her tight sex. A small gasp of pleasure escaped him. "Gods..." His hips began to move slowly pushing and pulling his cock into her, going deeper on each stroke.

[Assistant] She couldn't stop the moans. They was escaping her more often than she might had wanted. But her body was under his will. It moved like he wanted. Liva moved her legs up. Her feet was almost over her head once he enter her. "Master~ it feels sooo good." Liva looked at him. "Please fuck me harder..."

[User] With her legs rising so high Eric hooked both of Liva's legs on his shoulders. Pulling back till just the head of his cock was inside of her, he rammed in hard and fast. His hips rolled driving his shaft deep into Liva. Each thrust shaking her body. His lips found hers in a savage, bruising kiss. His tongue dancing with hers. Eric could feel the tension building in him, he also felt the thirst again as well. Eric kissed down to her throat once more, kissing and lightly nipping the soft flesh while his cock ravaged Liva's tight, wet pussy. As he reached his peak he again sank his fangs into her, sucking in the hot blood spiced with her lust.

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Liva moaned in pleasure as his cock filled her up. He fucked her hard, fast and it the perfect spot each time. She looked at him for a few seconds. But the orgasm building up in her made it hard to have her eyes open. His kiss deepen her desire for the peak and she knew it might not take long before she would reach it. Liva felt his lips wonder off to her other side of her neck. She leaned her head to the side so he would get easier to bite if he would want it.

"I am so close~" She barely manged to tell him before she felt his fangs sunk down. The combine from his cock hitting right and his fangs was a dangerous mix and it suddenly felt like the world became black for her. Wave after wave did ran through her and it was one of the harder orgasms she had got in a long time.

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Eric's hips bucked hard, slamming his shaft deep into Liva.  The feel of her tight walls and the taste of her hot blood pushed him over the edge. He hit his peak at the same time she did. Eric ground into Liva trying to push even deeper. The waves of pleasure rolled over him as he filled her with his seed. His lips remained locked on her throat drawing the sweet, hot blood from the beautiful elf.

Eric lifted his lips from the girl's throat, kissing the two puncture wounds before rolling off of her. Getting off the bed he looked down at Liva. "You should eat now and drink a lot of fluids to replace what I have taken. I am going to shower then lie back down till sunset. I suggest you sleep some more, we have a long night ahead of us." He entered the master bath and quickly showered. Lying down on the bed once more he thought about Liva, and what he ought to do with her. A human he would have used once, maybe twice then given her over to his coven to share. He was not willing to share the elf though. Her blood was so rich that the coven would drain her dry.  No, he would keep her for himself. If the coven objected... well he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

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Liva looked at him as he rolled off her. She nodded at his comments and thought she would have to stay here for a few seconds longer or she would have become dizzy. Liva saw him getting up for a shower and she decided it was time to find something to eat.

The kitchen was filled up with many things and Liva decided that a sandwich with cheese and chicken would do. She ate it up, took a bottle of water from the fridge and then walked around downstairs. There did she find another bathroom, which she used to clean up. She had never expected him to feel this good... it almost made her craving more but Liva knew she had to be careful. Becoming addicted to the bites was a dangerous thing with a deadly outcome. Liva took the water upstairs with her and went back to the same bed. She laid down beside him and went to snuggle up beside him. Even if she had just slept for a few hours could she still fall asleep easy.