Creepy Scrawlings

[CreepyFrank]

I love to slide my cock into a pretty Asian mouth.
My favorite variation on the theme is the resort. Some tropical SEAsian country with spectacular beaches and beautiful local girls that flock to the bars, looking for a wealthy white boyfriend. They sell their bodies for what seems like a small fortune locally, but is around the cost of a high end cocktail back home.
Frank is in country on business, but has every intention of taking advantage of the local amenities while he's here. After a long day of meetings with the local bureaucrats, he comes to his hotel by the beach, orders a steak and a scotch, and waits. It doesn't take long before the girls start strolling by. They wait until he has finished eating before they approach him, asking "You arone, mista?" or "You need gull fend?"
He shakes his head. He is waiting for the right girl to come along. He wants a fresh one, with fear still in her eyes.

 

[CreepyFrank]

Frank sighs as he marks another test. 62. These kids, he thinks. They just don't care. The material isn't that hard, and he is always available for extra help, but they don't want it. They'll be happy passing with a D-, and go back to worrying about the important things, like who got to third base with who over the weekend, and what kind of shoes the cool girls are wearing.
There is a knock, and the door to his classroom opens. He smiles. At least the Asian kids still care about their grades. He had these two in his class three years ago and they were two of his best students. They were also easy to look at. Very easy, he thought, as he looked at them from behind his desk. His cock stirred in his pants, as he indulged in a momentary fantasy about why they might be here to see him. After all, they weren't in his class anymore, and he had never been the kind of teacher that the students just wanted to hang out with. Maybe they had heard rumors about what he was packing between his legs. Rumors that were true....
Then he remembered. Spirit Week. He had gotten roped into being one of the judges, because he would be fair. After all, he didn't like any of the students more than any other. He didn't have any favorites, and nearly every student had him as a teacher freshman year.
"Bryn and Darien," he said. "It's nice to see you two again. How can I help you?"

 

[CreepyFrank]

The huge, heavily muscled ork stands atop the hill, looking down at the isolated farm. The warm yellow light spilling out the windows is the only color visible on this overcast night. The rest of the world is in the shades of grey his ork eyes see at night. He gives a soft growl, and tests the blade of his mighty axe. Razor sharp. He grins, and begins to walk down the hill.
He is just walking across the farmyard when the door opens. Laughter, and the farmer, a strapping young man, steps out, to see what has the cow mooing. The darkness is too deep for his eyes, and he never sees the axe until it splits his head in two.
Nardog grins. Now there is only his wife. Defenseless and alone. Pretty. She will sell for a good price. He slings the axe over his back and takes out the weighted net and the club. Slaves sell for much less when they're missing limbs. He opens the door, grinning, fresh blood splattered across his face.

 

[CreepyFrank]

You are adorable when you're drunk. I just want to pinch your cheeks and talk to you like the cute little thing that you are. Almost like a puppy, or maybe a kitten. And yes, it is a nice shirt. Your nose will be right against my chest when we dance, and I will have to resist the temptation to rest my chin on the top of your head.
Of course I'll take you home. You shouldn't drive. I'll just take a cab back to pick up my car. You know, I think I could pick you up with one arm and just sling you over my shoulder. That way, I can see what you've got on under that cute little skirt. So can your neighbors, but they shouldn't be up this time of night.
Quit squirming, I'm trying to open the door. OK, here you are. I'm setting you down gently, gently. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?

 

[CreepyFrank]

sweeping you off your feet and setting you on your knees.
You've seen me, when I come to deposit money in the bank. I'm always friendly, charming even, and I'm tall, handsome, well dressed, if a little older. I always have a nice tan, even in the dead of winter, and my blue eyes seem to shine when I look into your dark eyes. You've probably even fantasized about me, but you're never quite sure if I notice you. After all, I'm way out of your league.
Then one evening, I stop by your second job and I freeze when I get to the head of the line. I smile warmly.
"Well hello, Suzy, my favorite teller," I say, and I lick my lips as I look you over. Then I hold my hand out. "Frank Cullen. We've never really been introduced. You work too much." I think for a moment. "Why don't you come with me to St Croix this weekend?"

 

[CreepyFrank]

My Blue Balls, Your Term Paper

I'm in the middle of a key raid with my guild when the phone rings, and it's only purest luck that I've got everything under control so I can look down and see your picture on my screen. Remember, last summer, when you had this bright idea that we should go to the beach and you wore that bikini and I got that fucking awful sunburn? Yeah, I took about a thousand pics that day, and you're in every one. The one on my phone is relatively nice, you're smiling at the camera, not at all creeped out yet.
So I pick up. And because it's you, and because you sound so needy, and because I haven't got a spine as stiff as my cock gets when I just think of you, I say I'll be right over. I ditch my guild, people who've been there for me, at least online. For you.
I'm not mister nice guy, though. I bring a backpack full of toys. Cuffs. Blindfold. Vibe. Flogger. Ruler. Feather. Lube. I bring my laptop and my phone, too. I mean, I am going to help you. I'm just going to make you pay for it.
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As you might guess, Frank has some kinky fantasies. He spends a lot of time looking at porn. He's still a virgin, though, still guys flustered at the sight of tits. I think his plan is to tie you up and tease you until you're begging him to fuck you, assumng that he's going to be so good that you'll turn into his drooling sex slave for life. You can decide how well that works for him.
I'm imagining that he's kind of a loser. A fat slob who rarely leaves his computer. He will be hung, though.
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It takes me a half hour to get there, and I knock on the door, hoping that you haven't managed to fix the problem. When you open the door, wearing nothing but your panties, your perfect tits swaying, my mouth falls open. I stare, everything forgotten but your tits....

 

[CreepyFrank]

I'm Jack Lawrence, the Lawrence of Lawrence and Associates. My accountants tell me I'm one of the ten richest people in Washington, and I don't even spend that much time with politicians. I build things. Hotels, nightclubs, condos, that sort of thing, and I do a good job, so I have a good reputation. To be fair, I've been lucky, but I've also been smart. I made my first million in college, and my first billion in my early thirties. I'm in my forties now, tall, fit, handsome, salt and pepper hair. I wear tailored suits, Italian shoes and I have a guy that comes in to shave me every morning. Anyone who looks at me knows they are looking at success.
Michael Hollis and I were discussing the new development in the Caribbean. With all the trouble in Mexico, the time was ripe to open a new resort, and things were dragging. Butts needed to be kicked. He knew it,but being Hollis, he needed my permission to do it. So I spent my lunch hour telling him he could go ahead and do what he should have already been doing.
As we walked back into the office, he was explaining some of the details. If we were able to launch anything near on time, this was going to be the top rated luxury resort in the Western hemisphere, and I thought maybe it was time for me to take a personal interest.
Sarah, the girl at the front reception area, stood up as we walked in, like a soldier on duty or something. It was cute. She was cute, but she was a little skinny for my taste. I preferred women with curves.
"Good morning, Mister Lawrence," she said. I gave her a slight nod and then looked around at the applicants, and my eyes stopped when I saw the blonde. She was my type. She was fucking perfect. The corner of my mouth twitched in the ghost of a smirk.
"This is the applicant pool for the internships?" I said.
"Today's group, yes Sir," she said.
I nodded to her, let my eyes sweep around the room once more and smiled. My eyes stopped on the blonde for a moment, and I gave her the slightest nod. "Well, good luck, everyone."
Then I turned and walked onto a waiting elevator, picking up my conversation with Hollis.
But once I was back in the office, I buzzed Sarah. I made sure she knew which girl I was talking about, and had the file sent up to my office. The next day, I had a different secretary call the girl, asking her to come back for a follow-up interview tonight at 9pm.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"Hold on, what the hell were you texting her, anyway?" I said. I was driving <your husband> to the airport, and he was telling me about the fight you had with him last night. "When I introduced you to Kim, I thought you were going to be, you know, cool."
Kim was a nice girl, though you'd never know it to look at her. She has an incredible rack and she works for tips at the bar near the office, and I knew <your husband> needed a friendly face and some cleavage to spill his guts out to. I figured, he'd get some attention from a hottie, she'd get some cash. I didn't think they'd start sexting.
"It was nothing," he said. "Just friendly, whatever. You know how she is. She doesn't know anybody's name because she calls everybody sweetie. So of course, <your name> sees that and goes through the fucking roof...."
"Hey, look," I say. "I feel like this is my fault. Do you want me to call her and try to explain what the deal is? Or, I mean, I have to take the car back to your place anyway, so I could try to talk to her."
He shook his head. "No. You'll just make it worse. Just drop the car off and don't say anything."
"OK," I say, as he gets out. Prick. I could make it worse. I could show your wife a picture of Kim. That's about what you fucking deserve, too.
He closes the trunk and waves, heading into the airport, out of town for a week. I have to drive his car back to his house, because he didn't want to ride in mine. Prick. I've never met his wife, but from the way he talks about her, I'm imagining some sort of old battle axe when I knock on their door. Imagine my surprise.

 

[CreepyFrank]

You come out of the club at 3am and daddy's car is not where you left it. Right under the no parking sign. He's going to be pissed. So pissed. Your friends, loyal to the first sign of trouble, vanish, going home with their boys or taking cabs, wishing you luck, wishing they could help but they just can't right now....

A phone call is all it takes to find where it's been towed. It's in the worst part of town, naturally, and you take an uber out there. It's a big lot, full of cars, surrounded by tall fences, razor wire, dire warnings of what happens to trespassers. By the gate is a button with a sign "Push for service."

You push, and you hear dogs barking. A moment later, two rottweilers are at the fence, drooling, snarling, staring at you like meat. A door opens and a man comes out of a trailer in the middle of the yard. He has a shotgun in one hand, a clipboard in the other. He looks at you suspiciously, and then looks into the darkness around you.

"What?" he snarls, staying a few paces back from the fence.

"My car was towed here," you tell him, fear making your skin crawl. The car that brought you here is gone, and as scary as this guy is, it's clear that he's scared, too. And you're on the same side of the fence as whatever he's scared of. "I need to get it back."

"Fill this out," he says, stepping to the fence and slipping the clipboard through the gap between the post and the gate. You hurriedly write down the make and model of the car, you don't remember the plate number, but you say it's registered to your father, and he sighs.

"Alright, shit," he says, and shoos the dogs back. "Come on in. I have to check this all out."

He opens the lock holding the gate shut and opens it just wide enough to let you slip through. He locks it again. The dogs are growling low, watching you like a hawk, and you follow him back to the trailer. There's a coffee pot on a table with some suspicious brown liquid in it. There's a funky looking couch that has to be older than you are and has so many stains it's impossible to know what color it was meant to be. The man goes behind a rickety looking desk and sits at an ancient looking computer.

"Let me see your license," he says.

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The plan here is that she won't have the money to get the car out, and he will let her pay him with sex. He will use her crudely. Much to her surprise, though, she finds she likes it. After a few nights, she comes back for more, letting her treat her rougher, degrading her more and more until she is just a sex slave.

 

[CreepyFrank]

Frank is a serial womanizer. He sets his sites on wealthy, beautiful women who are vulnerable. He romances them, he seduces them, he manipulates and dominates them, he makes them fall in love.... When they would do anything for him, he leaves. He doesn't take everything, just enough to keep him living the 5 star life long enough to find the next one. He seldom lies to them, rather, he tells them the truth, He is direct about what he wants and what he plans, but gives them just enough reason to think it will be different this time. He lets them deceive themselves.

She is just like all the others, on paper. She's beautiful, she's vulnerable, she's rich. Perhaps she has lost someone, her parents have left her with an extraordinary inheritance. She knows who he is, she knows what he's done, but she can't help herself, she's attracted to him, drawn to him, even though her better judgement tells her she should run. She surrenders to him, and something happens.

He starts to care for her. The affair goes on, longer and longer, and he keeps telling himself it's time to cut her loose, but he can't. He has fallen for her as badly as she has for him.

 

[CreepyFrank]

our home is in danger, and you have decided to seek out the legendary hero Galen. Whether or not he truly is the only one who can save the village is sort of immaterial. What matters is that you believe it.

The trouble is that you don't know where he is. He supposedly led the people against the great ork horde in the battle of Thalik Mor, but that was fifteen years ago, and he was never heard from again. It's the best clue you have, though, so off you go to Thalik Mor.

Just when you are ready to give up, you meet an old, handsome but blind veteran who claims to know where Galen is. He's a beggar now, and you get the feeling he's got an agenda. You're not sure you can trust him, but he's the only person who seems to know anything. He offers to take you to him, but he warns you that it will not be easy, and there is no guarantee that Galen will help.

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If you hadn't guessed, the old veteran is the hero Galen. He angered the god by using his fame as a hero to seduce women. In his arrogance, he seduced a priestess who was meant to be the god's bride. The god cursed Galen with blindness, and the only way to lift the curse was for Galen to deflower a willing virgin who did not know he was Galen on the god's altar.

During the course of the journey, the two will feel a growing attraction. They will act on it, though he will always insist that they do "anything but...." He cannot tell her the reason