Domination and Pleasure (Closed)

[Woe_Foe]

OOC:

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My character:

Name: Nikki Miles
Age: 29
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 38DD

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IC:​

"Home sweet home."​

Yep - that was the mansion that slowly welcomed me towards the horizon, which after driving for twenty minutes through the busy streets of San Francisco was a sight for sore eyes. This view was of course familiar to me, seeing I lived here my parents about six years ago before I pursued my own career and moved away; essentially leaving them with my younger brother, Jacob, whom I took care of for most of my life. I pushed those thoughts aside for a moment, as my eyes glanced very briefly at the sky; it was a clear summer day and the sun was shining as brightly as possible. Thankfully my car was practically new and the AC here was impeccable, otherwise I'm afraid that the hot mid-day sun would burn me up something fierce. All this said, I wasn't feeling particularly exhausted; the ride from the airport was comfortable and I hardly felt the jet-lag from the flight from New York.

The gates opened for me, pretty much assuring me that Jacob was inside and noticed my white Lamborghini driving close by. Granted, I would have been able to open the gates from the outside if I had kept one of the remotes, but unfortunately I didn't when I moved out. Oh well, I'd just pick one up from my dad's office once I got inside. I was going to stay over for a few days with my brother anyway, so I figured that I needed a spare for myself if I would get out for a while and tour the old neighborhood tomorrow or something.

Though, not everything here was just as I remembered. Why were there so many cars parked around the front yard? It was my brother's birthday today, and he was sure to invite a few of his friends over but...this was too many.

I parked my car once I found enough space, or at least enough to be confident that no one was going to bump into my vehicle when they'd leave towards the gate. I carefully glanced around my space before taking out my purse from the backseat, my eyes quickly taking note of the several young adults hanging outside my old home, near the fountain, smoking some cigarettes as they chatted amongst themselves.

I opened the door of my car and stood out; the sun already heating the bare skin of my thighs, at least where my denim shorts didn't cover. My light pink top covered most of my torso and bust up, though it was an off shoulder top, so the sunlight was shining on my bare left shoulder, worrying me that if I would not get inside fast, that my pale skin would be a victim to sunburn.

I shielded my hazel eyes for a moment, trying to see if Jacob was with the group of eighteen year old I saw earlier, before deciding to hurry and make my way inside, while the wind slightly breezed through the curls of my long brown hair.

As I approached the front door, I was thankful of the lack of cleavage from my top, seeing as that would probably just attract the attention of some of these dumb eighteen year olds while I walked by (although, given the light fabric of my bra, my DD cup breasts bouncing slightly with every step). I just wished that these four inch heels weren't so annoying to walk with over the slight hill leading up the main entrance.

"Isn't that Nikki Miles?" I heard a young man ask his friend as I opened the door. Yes, I was somewhat known for my modeling career. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't so incredibly famous...yet. I did some small-time stuff via Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter and Facebook though, and had a decent fan base. I modeled all sorts of clothing but knew damn well that most of my fan base was composed of some...aroused, young men. Well, I suppose that some of these pictures practically begged for attention. Like these two, which were my most viewed photos:

"Yes boys, I know that I have a fabulous rack and backside."​

I wasn't going to complain; it wasn't as if I was getting hit on in person, everyday. Now while I was easy-going and generally very passive, that was one thing that I probably could stand for long, given the fact that I was very happily engaged to Jerry, my manager. There was a lot that I could say about him, but most predominantly what I loved about him so, was that he was just the sweetest guy in the world. In fact, he had no problem with the notion that we were going to spend a few nights apart this weekend, given that I wanted to catch up with my brother; not to mention watch over him while our parents were away on business trips this summer. Yes, my parents were exceedingly wealthy, but being the entrepreneurs and venture capitalists that they were, they traveled. A lot. So much so, that I knew that this summer Jacob was going to be alone a whole lot, given that both mom and dad struck many deals recently.

Anyway, I made my way inside and felt refreshed by the cool air here...not to mention refreshed by the fact that at least this portion of the mansion wasn't crowded (though judging from all the noise, everyone was off in the living room, the backyard and the pool).

"Well, at least the place isn't a mess."​

Finally, I noticed Jacob coming down the stairs and waved to him with a smile. He smiled back and came over to me. The first thing that I had to ask was:

"Jacob? Who are these people?"

As it turned out, Jacob invited over just about four of his friends. It was supposed to be a simply get-together; they were going to play some video games, eat junk food and just hang out. Unfortunately, someone informed their entire senior year and by the look of things, they all showed up. I shook my head and said:

"Well, you might as well go have fun. Socialize a bit, you know? I'll be right here if you need me. Now shoo!" I playfully said, smacking his shoulder as he left towards the living room. Oh well, the silver lining here was maybe this party would bring my brother out of his shell.

My heels clacked on the wooden floors as I made my way to the kitchen, which in retrospect wasn't as crowded as the hallway. I opened the fridge but saw that it was nearly empty - those dumb kids were probably emptying this house of all the food, drinks and maybe even the liquor. God, what a mess we'd have to clean up tomorrow...

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Well hello there sexy!"

I heard from a voice from behind me. I got up and turned my head to see an unfamiliar figure; some tall, muscled eighteen year old who, all things considered, was probably a jock or something along those lines at Jacob's school. I nearly rolled my eyes at his demeanor; just who did he think he is? Whatever, I'd just let this slide.

"What brings you here?"
"Well-" I was about to say, but quickly was cut off
"Whilst you are at the refrigerator you might as well get me another beer,"

God, was he serious? Whatever, no need to get mad... Wordlessly, I just picked a Coors Light from the fridge and gave it to him.

"There's a good girl,"

Personally, I just went went with the water bottle and drank from it while this stranger cracked opened the can of beer. Well, that is before continuing:

"There aren't many girls like you here, where have I seen you before?" he said before blatantly checking me out. Of all the nerve... Whatever, it was okay. It wasn't as if he was the first guy to do that, but whatever...

"I don't know. I don't think we've met." I said, trying to hide the fact that my pictures were readily available online. Unfortunately, he seemed to know that as well;

"Oh yeah isn't this you?" he said, before showing me a photograph of myself...

"I knew this picture would haunt me someday..."​

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"Shame you covered those bad boys up. Are they even real?"

I cut eye contact with him as I drank from the bottle again. God, was this guy going to leave me the hell alone?

"Yes, too bad." I said sarcastically. That is, before admitting "Yes, they are real" trying to ignore the fact that his eyes were ogling my breasts right now, despite my top covering them up "There's nothing fake about me."

 

[Woe_Foe]

"That's good to hear, fake girls are so boring,"
"Well, I agree with you on that." I replied honestly.
"I always did like a girl with big tits and a big sexy ass though. Just like this one," he said with a laugh.

Oh god; that's when he showed me that picture.

"Taking this might have been a mistake..."​

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"So you're Nikki Miles huh - Jacob's sister right?!"
"Um...yeah, that's me." I hesitantly replied - I didn't like where this was going.
"How on earth is someone as hot as you related to a loser like Jacob?"
"Okay...I don't think that my brother is a loser."
"I think your brother is destined to die a virgin."
"All right, all right, don't talk about him like that."
"Not like you I bet you've had your fair share of guys,"
"Not that many guys." I then looked at him, seeming a bit annoyed at this point.
"No guy here with you tonight?"
"No, but I have a fiance." I then uttered, showing off my hand with a ring on it.

I hoped that the last sentence I spoke there would be enough to keep this man off my case. That's how it worked right? To be honest, I was just a tad naive when it came to this stuff; I automatically assumed that the moment anyone found out that I was to get married, that they'd leave me the hell alone.

Well, this guy didn't leave me alone, but at least he stopped hitting on me for just a moment. Then again, that might have also been because of that beer he was drinking, finishing it off and slamming it on the kitchen counter. It was pretty close to me, so I couldn't help but flinch a bit.

"Keep them coming, and get yourself a proper drink, not water!"

Right...

I opened the fridge and pulled out another Coors Light for him. I hesitated, but figured that if he was a guest here, that I might as well humor him a little. Besides, he seemed like a popular kind of guy. Maybe he could help my brother or something - so, I took a bottle for myself as well. I gave him his, though he placed it aside for a moment.

"Ya know, most of your pictures online don't show that tattoo of yours fully, it's always half hidden,"

I let out an inaudible gasp and took a step back (or at least, I would; but my backside just hit the counter) when his hand just touched my stomach without asking, probably able to feel how fit I was. He pulled back and grinned, though I tried to act nonchalant about it and took a sip from my beer.

"Well I hope you are a better host than your little brother. I mean he hasn't even given me a tour of the Miles Mansion. Why don't you give me the guided your and show me around!"

Ugh...

"Well, I guess...Are you sure you don't want me to ask him?" I asked, though he seemed pretty adamant about me showing him around. Whatever, I guess that I could do that. "All right, let's take a tour around the ground floor then..." I then added a little less enthusiastically.

 

[Woe_Foe]

"So how does it feel being back in your old family home? I take it you don't live here any more?!"

"It feels good. I've been away from here for about six years now, so it's nice to visit my old home and neighborhood." I said, surprised that he was trying to start a normal conversation with me this time. I led him to the kitchen and then to the living room, seeing his reaction to the many things that my parents (and brother) owned. I guess that it was impressive. Finally, after a while, I had to ask "By the way, what's your name again? I don't think you told me."

The living room was a bit more crowded and unfortunately, some couples took the liberty to just sit on the couch and start making out. I looked away, obviously, feeling embarrassed. That's when the stranger just leaned in and whispered into my ear "Looks like fun...." with his arm around my waist as he practically inhaled my peach scented perfume from the close distance. I chuckle nervously at his move and said "Sure, whatever" dismissively, somehow breaking free of his grasp. Jeez, this guy was hands on. Oh well, I'm sure that he'd leave me alone soon.

God, did this music have to be so loud?

As if he read my mind, the tall man suggested "The music is pretty loud in here....why don't you show me around the rest of the mansion," I smiled, as I was more or less thinking the same thing; namely, to get out of here.

"Sure, follow me."

The closest room from here was the ground floor bathroom, but we didn't stay here for long; not only because there was just so little to see, but also due to the fact that so many guys here were checking me out. I don't know, it really made me uncomfortable. So, I needed to find a new place to go with our little tour and the only room that I thought of in a hurry was the game room, where we'd be away from all this god damn noise (though maybe not from guys checking me out, since I was convinced that Micah's eyes were on my backside as he followed me). Then again, I was sure that there would be stupid high school students messing around there...or so, I thought. Instead, we were greeted by the large, empty room with not a single soul in here. When the eighteen year old simply shut the door behind us, I was having second thoughts about this.

"How about we play a few games, I'll even let you pick which game we play first...."

Oh, he just wanted to play a game. That was fine. I glanced around the room, eventually my eyes stopping at the dart board and the table tennis table. I guess darts were more simple...

"How about darts?" I asked with a grin. What? I was good at that game.

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Darts sounds good to me Nikki,"
"Great, though you should know that you're going to lose." I said with a bit of a chuckle, showing at least some playfulness to Micah. No matter how rude he was, it was important to show politeness and hospitality right? Oh, he did finally introduce himself to me but..

"Oh you wanted to know my name? Why's that? You want to know what name you will be screaming later?" he said while I laying out the darts that we could use; the ones in red for Micah and the blue ones for me. I scoffed and gave him a sort of "are you serious" kind of look, right before he finally told me his name:

"It's Micah,"

We practiced a bit and Micah was eager to show how good he was at darts. If his goal was to intimidate me with that, well in a way he succeeded as I normally played against people who had no idea what they were doing, but in the back of my mind, I was sure that I was more skilled than he was (his throw seemed a little sloppy to me). That's when he wanted to spice up the game:


""Hmmmmm, if we are gonna play, we should make it interesting at least..."

I'd probably be interested, if his eyes were glued to my breasts as he said those words, probably enjoying how they rose and fell with every breath I took. God, what a pig...

"How about we put a wager on whoever wins? What do ya say?"
"Look, I don't know..." I said, figuring that he's probably ask for something sexual in nature, given his advances...Besides, what on Earth could he offer me? I scoffed again afterwards and was right about to throw my dart - that is, when he came up with a nice little offer.

"I tell you what, just to sweeten the deal I'll promise to try and keep an eye on your brother when you aren't around. You know try and make him a little more popular at school,"

I stopped myself from throwing my dart and turned to face him, to say "I'm listening." My brother did need help and if etiquette was forcing me to spend time with this brute, then I figured that I may as well get something out of it as well.

"I think you'll agree that's fair. Now what to wager. Aha, I've got it. If I win you have to give me a lap dance back in the living room for at least fifteen minutes,"

"Fifteen minutes?! Lap dance?! Are you kidding me?" were the words that came out of my mouth but, Micah managed to sweeten it even more with..

"If you win.....I'll get your brother a date with a cheerleader,"

This awful man knew how to play me; Jacob was pretty antisocial and no, he never had a girlfriend that I know of. He always had a difficult time socializing and prom was coming...I don't know, the fact that I wanted to see my brother thrive caused me then to nod and say "Deal.", despite the risk of me having to dance for this dirty, disgusting, rude man in front of party-goers (and possibly my own brother, whom this was for).

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about,"
"Right." I responded confidently
"You've got every chance of winning and in turn winning your brother a date with a hot chick. Imagine how grateful that loser of a brother of yours would be,"
"He's not a loser, damn it!"

Micah just laughed as he picked up a few darts and throwing them precisely on the board...

"Wow, three treble twenties....that was lucky."

Was...Was he really that good?

"Your turn!" he said with a grin. God, that look. No...I couldn't lose this...

My first dart went precisely on the board..
The second one as well...

But the third...

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Well, well, well, it looks like I won Nikki,"

Oh no. Oh god damn it, no...

"I hope your lap dances are as good as I imagine they are,"

I had to double check for a moment to process what just happened; I lost the game of darts and here Micah was, grinning as if he had just won the lottery. I was right about to suggest playing another game, but it seems that he read my mind and quickly discouraged us playing double or nothing...while he lewdly grabbed his crotch in front of me.

"I hope you aren't the type of girl to back out on a bet of you lose....I'm sure you'd have made me hold up my end of the bargain,"

Grabbing my wrist, he began to lead me out of the living room before saying:

"Come on Nikki, we can come back to the games room later if you want to try and win back some pride,"

As if! My eyes must have shown utter horror as in the living I saw my brother, Jacob, in the distance and the crowd of people who weren't here earlier. Just my luck that everyone would decide to come here at this very moment.

"Just in time little Jacob, you're sister was just telling me she wanted to give me a lap dance. Well Nikki, I'm all yours. Don't keep me waiting or I might just take more than a lap dance."

I'm not sure what he meant by that...but I mouthed 'Sorry' to Jacob while the crowd cheered and I moved closer to Micah, who eyed me as if I was a piece of meat right now. And so, that's when the lap dance began. To be honest, I didn't even know what how to give a proper lap dance; I faced away from Micah and started moving my hips to the music. The crowd was wild, so I figured that I was doing something right and from what I saw, Jacob left the room right when I began to move my hips back and forth to the rhythm, moving my ass around Micah while his hands ran up and down my bare thighs.

I was about to move away and comfort Jacob, but from it looked like, Micah was serious about the fifteen minutes and pulled on my hips, until I was practically sitting on his lap. And then...