Auntie's Secret...(Open for 1 female, please pm)

[eros077]

John Sommers, while a handsome 18 year old with curly blond hair and ice blue eyes, was all but a virgin when he went to live with his aunt for college rather than staying in the dorms. It turned out that the university that the tall, broad-shouldered youth was going to attend was in the same town his aunt lived in, and his parents insisted that he go to live with her. If they'd had any idea what he would be learning while there, they might have paid the extra for him to live in the dorms instead.

What John's mother didn't know was that since her little sister's divorce, she had been working at a strip club. With the money she made in tips, she found it much easier to maintain the lifestyle she had become accustomed to while married, as well as providing her with a steady stream of handsome college men to satisfy her lust. She could hardly tell her sister no when the idea of Johnny staying with her was presented, not without her reasons being questioned; she had gotten the large house that her husband had bought in the divorce settlement, after all. So she would just have to find a way to hide what she did for a living from her nephew.

While living with her, it becomes apparent that her handsome nephew is quite inexperienced with women, and she finds herself teasing and flirting with him, driving the young man crazy with lust. Eventually, however, he discovers her secret and she must find a way to keep him quiet...


What I am looking for is someone to play Johnny's aunt in this story. If anyone is interested, please pm me a writing sample or a link to another rp you are involved in. Thank you

 

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Just a bump, still hoping to find someone

 

[Pywakit]

Laura

The sound of the alarm confused Laura when it went off. Why the fuck was it buzzing this early in the afternoon? She wasn't due in at the club till seven that evening, so why was she staring through bleary sleep-thickened eyes at a shrieking alarm clock that claimed it was barely 11:50 in the morning? She reached out to swat the snooze when suddenly she remembered.

Her nephew John was coming to live with her. Today.

"Oh SHIT!" she said as she sat up in bed. As she did, her vision spun... too much to drink again the night before, followed by too much sex. She raised her hand to rub her temple, and the handcuff hanging from her wrist brought it all back.

She looked over at the guy she'd brought home from the club after her shift late last night. He was snoring, sprawled out on his belly and drooling on her pillow. Lovely. Laura sat on the edge of the bed, found the handcuff key on the nightstand, and quickly undid the padded cuff from her wrist. She dropped the cuffs and key into the drawer. She jabbed the guy in the ribs and told him to get up, then raced into the bathroom for a quick shower. When she emerged a few minutes later, he had fallen asleep again. With a curse, she kicked him in the leg, a little harder than she'd intended. What the fuck was his name?

"OW!" the guy said in a groggy voice as he slid partway off the bed. "What the fuck..."

"You have to go, pal," Laura said. "Remember? I thought we agreed these little get-togethers weren’t gonna turn into breakfast things." Adam! That was his name. One of the regulars at the club, and one of the younger professors at school. Had himself a wife and a kid back home, if she remembered right. He called out to her.

"Awww... come on, honey! Come back to bed..."

Laura smiled wryly as she tugged a black thong on, followed by a sheer black bra. She loved the black... matched her hair. And her tattoos. And as it turned out... her attitude most of the time. That was kind of her shtick at the club, in fact... the “dark and dangerous goth girl.”

"Sorry, Adam. Got a date coming over. And I'm not your honey. That'd be the woman you've got back home baking you some muffins and who thinks you spent the night on campus grading exams."

"That's right,” Adam replied. “And she won't expect me back until tonight. Plenty of time for us to..."

Laura rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. No way was she gonna let her nephew see this fucker in her house. No way was she gonna let him find out what she did for a living. Her sister would never let her hear the end of it, and her ex would CERTAINLY never let her hear the end of it. She ran her tongue-stud over the backs of her teeth, the way she did whenever she was getting impatient.

"No, Adam. That's just it. We don't have time. You have to get out. Now."

"But..."

"Unless you want me to give your pretty wife a call to tell her that her husband's almost as good a fuck as he is a tipper. Five bucks for a lap dance? What is this, 1950?"

Adam sputtered for a moment... then muttered, "You bitch!"

Laura smiled innocently, then tugged on a pair of jeans, followed by a loose black t-shirt. "Right in one, Adam. Now get the fuck out."

She listened to him muttering under his breath, tugging on his clothes, and then swiping his car keys up off the table. "...see if I ever buy you a drink again..." he grumbled as he made for the door.

"See if you ever get back into the club again, asshole," she replied. She listened to him stomp down the stairs and heard the front door slam. Good riddance, she thought. Married men were too much trouble anyway. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled. Her hair was a mess, but pulled back in a ponytail like this it actually looked okay. No makeup, but what the fuck did she need makeup for anyway? John was her fucking nephew!

She glanced back to the clock. Shit; 12:10! She was supposed to pick John up at the bus station at 11:30... hopefully he wouldn't be too pissed at her. She grabbed her keys, threw on a pair of sandals, and raced downstairs to the front door.

She jumped as she saw the man standing on her porch, and recognized him a split second later as she saw the taxi driving away down the street.

"Oh! uh... Hi there, John! You surprised me! Ummm... sorry about not picking you up at the station. I can pay you back for the taxi." She smiled at him, then made a conscious effort to stop rattling her stud against her teeth. "Come on in!"

 

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Smiling nervously as he saw his aunt, Johnny stepped inside at her urging, carrying his bags with him. "That's ok aunt Laura, mom gave me a little extra, since you had said something to her about working late hours. She didn't think you would oversleep, but wanted to be on the safe side," he told her as he set the bags down for a moment, looking around the house. It had been years since he had seen the place, but it still looked as nice as he remembered it. He didn't mention seeing anyone leave, though, and had in fact just missed the guy that she had rushed out of her house.

Running his fingers through his short blond hair, his eyes fell on his aunt again, and he had to stop the direction his thoughts started off in; the years had been kind to her, and she still had the same phenomenal body she had the last time he could remember seeing her. "I'm glad I won't have to deal with getting some random guy as a roomate, aunt Laura. Thank you for letting me stay here. If you need any help around the house, please just let me know," he told her, not wanting to seem rude. "Also, if there are any rules you want me to follow. Its your place, after all," he added, though he didn't figure he would have a hard time with any guidelines. It wasn't like he lived a wild life of any sort.

 

[Pywakit]

Laura

Laura sighed in relief.

"Whew... well still. I'm sorry I wasn't there to pick you up, John. Really classy of me to strand you like that. Oh well... I promise I'll make it up to you." She looked around the place.

"Well... this is it! You remember your way around? Or did you want the nickel tour? It's been what... five years since you've visited last? I've got the guest bedroom on the ground floor all set up for you; it's right through there if you wanna go drop off your bags. And once that's done... you hungry? The least I can do is take you out to lunch, right?"

 

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OOC: Sorry for my absence here. Things got a bit hectic for me last week IRL.

IC:
"Actually, a bit of a tour might be a good idea, but after breakfast. I didn't get a chance to eat much this morning," he told her with a smile on his face. He would be glad to get settled in, but it could certainly wait until after he had eaten at least. Giving her one last glance, her handsome young nephew disappeared in the direction she had pointed out, taking his bags to his new "home", at least for the time he would be in school.

Once there, he found the room clean and ready for him; it wasn't huge, but was certainly enough for him. In fact, it was about the same size his room at home had been. The bed was larger, though he doubted he would need the extra room there. Hardly a ladies' man, he didn't guess his aunt would appreciate him bringing girls home even if he was. Pausing in the room for only a little bit, he left it again and began to look for his aunt, to see if she was still in the same room he had left her in.

 

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Laura

Laura was waiting by the garage door, keys in hand, when John emerged from his new room.

"Well... it's afternoon, so I guess technically if we eat it's gonna be lunch, but fortunately I know this great little place called "Hattie's Hotcakes" that serves breakfast all day long. Sound good to you?"

Laura opened the door to the garage and waved John through. Inside waited her bright red, fully restored '72 corvette... her pride and joy. The club job paid well, especially on Fridays and Saturdays when the rich and lonely businessmen came calling. She still owed a buttload of money on it, of course, but who wasn't in debt these days. She smiled as she watched John's reaction to the racy little car.