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Ghost Whisperer

Melinda was trying to piece this whole mess together. She knew it wasn't her body and that the physical cravings like a cigarette and sex were that of the body's owner and not herself. She was perfectly satisfied with Saturday night sex and her husband like the same missionary position every time. She was a simple girl and had never ever even seen porno before.

Yet here she was in this trailer with the biker. Somehow he seemed more alive than ghost like at the moment which had Melinda very confused. This ghost was very powerful to be able to shift himself and others into different bodies. She wished that she could reach the professor to get some type of insight into this powerful being.

The biker seemed more concerned with food than answering any of Melinda's questions. She could sense he didn't take what she said too seriously. Melinda realized that him she was probably just a fast fuck and that they didn't connect on a very deep level - like words.

How am I going to get through to him... I need him to tell me what is going on... I can't help him if I don't know how.... I need to get back to my own time and place Melinda pondered as she watched Malcolm stuffing his face with food. Melinda then realized that she too was hungry after all that sex and her fingers were which to unwrap and devour a chocolate bar.

I don't normally eat candy bars... I like nutri-bars and healthy stuff Melinda realized but her body had acted instinctively and responded like Candy Cane had trained it too. Her reflexes were that of Candy Cane.

The smell of a cigarette virtually triggered a wet spot between Melinda's legs. Her fingers were reaching for the cigarette offered by Malcolm and very quickly she inhaled and then exhaled. She blew three little circle rings of graying black smoke in the air and sent them flying in Malcolm's direction. It was all habit and reflex.

He's checking me out again.. He wants to fuck again.... Doesn't that boy ever get enough? Melinda thought as she could see Malcolm eyeing her yet again.

Melinda ignored him as she made the best of a bad situation and found a white knotted dress. It was low cut in the front and high on thighs but it probably covered the most of everything in the closet. She took a few steps towards the bathroom and the shower when Malcolm lumbered up behind her.

"Malcolm!" Melinda blurted out on instinct and some unknown familiarity. She was remembering experiences and thoughts of Candy Cane. She was flooded with painful memories and experiences and she nearly fainted. But it was Malcolm who unwittingly saved her as he broke the spell as he rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered:

"Hey baby! I'm here. Everything okay?"

"Ooooo Malcolm!" Melinda blurted out as she felt herself melting under his touch as he wrapped his lips around the lobe of flesh. She felt goosebumps spreading across her body and a certain fire ripping across her body.

"Malcolm... Malcolm...ooooooooo" Melinda gasped though she wanted to stop him she didn't and for a few minutes he sucked sweetly on her tender female flesh. Then his lips moving to her neck, and he planted a series of wet lingering kisses along the way. She could feel his big rough hands moving to her shoulders, and then his strong hands massaging them.

"Ooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaa!" Melinda moaned as she felt a certain tightness in her body being released. She hadn't realized how uptight and nervous she was.

Malcolm seemed to speak in a soothing voice:

"You did really well out there! You were really awesome!"

"You really think so?" Melinda replied and she realized that Candy Cane was a very insecure person despite her outward appearances of having everything under control.

"That's the spot" Melinda blurted out as she felt his hands again massaging her lower back. She didn't even realized that his skilled hands had ever so carefully eased off the robe from her shoulders and helped it to gingerly fall to the trailer floor.

"Malcolm... I need to chat with you... But I need a shower too.... When I'm done I want you to tell me what is going on... " Melinda pleased as she grabbed at the white knitted dress and tried to take another step closer to the shower.

She sensed a little over confidence in Malcolm's voice as he steered her body towards the shower and told her:

"Let's get cleaned up."

"Malcolm... I need to shower... ummmm... alone... I need to think... and I can't do that with you kissing me or rubbing me or.... seducing me" Melinda smiled as she spoke. She knew the game Malcolm was playing. If he had his way, in another minute or two he'd be banging her in the shower and making her even more tired.

Melinda stepped into the shower alone and quickly locked the door. The shower was a miniature 3x3x6' but the water is hot and the pressure good. She pulled the curtain shut after dropping her clothes on the mechanical toilet seat. Seconds later, she was under a stream of hot steamy water and trying to collect her senses.

As she washed under the hot flowing water she remembered:

I promised Mary I'd meet her after the shoot... Oh shit... and the producer he wanted to talk to me alone in his trailer around 9 PM.... and... I need those pills Mary promised me.... But we have to make a payment on our account with teh dealer... Shit.... What is going on?
 
Malcolm was confused! Why did Candy need to be alone in the shower? Her persistence on the matter, and the fact that she went as far as to lock the door had pissed him off! His calmness was immediately filled with rage again.

"BITCH!" He mumbled under his breath as he stomped noisily back towards the refrigerator! This time when he opened it, he gave no thought to grabbing the beer hidden in the back. He popped the can, slamming the small door closed, with a thud! He took a huge gulp from the can, then reached in an overhead cabinet. All the way in the back, hidden for his use, he snagged the familiar black labeled bottle. With one hand, he unscrewed the top and tilted the blended whiskey down his throat. Back and forth Malcolm alternated between his two hands, eventually emptying both! She was still in the shower as he washed it all down with another beer!

All the evidence of his little binge was hidden in the trash, but his demeanor was impossible to hide!

"Talk?" He was talking to himself, Candy was in the shower, unable to hear his soliloquoy! "She wants to fucking talk?" He began pacing like an expectant father! "We ain't got time to talk! We gotta be back on the set in fifteen!" He was standing in front of the bathroom door, checking the handle to see if she had unlocked it!

"GODDAMNIT!" His fist pounded on the door, almost ready to break it! He resumed his pacing again!

Meanwhile, the black cloud that had thinned around him grew dark once more. As his rage grew, so did all the energy around him. Everything was concentrating around his being!

"What the fuck did Mary say to her? I'm gonna kill the fucking bitch! Hell, I'll have her ass fired! Goddamnit Candy! I need a shower!" He was pacing like a lion ready to pounce. Candy couldn't hear him, and he knew it!

"Fuckin' A. I need a good fluff before I can go on the fuckin set!" He was referring to some oral stimulation to get his cock nice and hard so that precious studio time wasn't wasted!

Malcolm stood solidly in front of the bathroom door! "CANDY! Open the fuck up! We ain't got time for this shit! We gotta be on the set, and I need to get cleaned up too!" His fists were clenched tightly pounding on the thin door!

One or two more pounds with his fist and the door was sure to splinter into tiny pieces!

Malcolm loved her, but she'd been acting really weird lately. She'd also been spending a lot of time with Mary, which she told Malcolm was her "girl time!" As he stood there in anger, it started becoming clearer to him, as to what "girl time," meant! Despite all he did for Candy, she was turning full-core lesbian with that fuckin' dyke Mary! At least that's what he surmised! Was that the reason why she would only do girl-girl scenes, and scenes with Malcolm? Was she using him to resurrect her career as a lesbian actress? OH HELL! YES! They did need to talk!

... And MARY! As far as Malcolm was concerned ... she was HISTORY!
 
Melinda's head was spinning as she recalled more and more of Candy's thoughts. For moments at a time she was overwhelmed with Candy's ideas, feelings, memories and history. It came do fast at her that she had little time to take it all in and to sort things out. It was like a jumbled mess of string and she couldn't put things in order and get her head around it to make any sense of it. By the the feelings and memories stirred strong emotions in her body.

Shit I need a drink.... Melinda thought to herself and then realized that she wasn't really a drinker at all. Melinda Gordons only sipped wine at social occasions. Everyone knew that just a glass or two and she was light headed and tipsy. But in Candy's body, she was craving whiskey and beer.

I've got to control this.... This Candy lady is really messed up.... Melinda thought as she regained control of herself.

It was the sudden pounding on the door that scared the hell of Melinda as Malcolm seemed to almost put his fist through it as he yelled out: "GODDAMNIT!" Melinda did a final rinse and turned off the taps as quick as she could. She grabbed a towel and called out:

"Malcolm.... What are you banging about? Is that anyway to treat the door?" Melinda called out more in her own words than Candy's.

It was then that Malcolm yelled out:

"CANDY! Open the fuck up! We ain't got time for this shit! We gotta be on the set, and I need to get cleaned up too!"

Again his fists pounding on the little trailer bathroom door.

"Relax... Think with the big head and not the little head... . Take a chill pill... I'm done... I'll get my hair and make up done on the set" Melinda replied as she opened the door. She had no idea where the words came from. They had just sputtered out on reflex. She couldn't believe she had unlocked the door and exited before the raging Malcolm. She half expected him to rip her apart.

Do I smell liquor or beer? Melinda thought to herself. She now felt a further craving for both.

With one towel wrapped around her breasts and middle section, and a second towel wrapped around her long brown hair she walked to the middle of the trailer and looked at Malcolm as if he was acting childish again.

Such a boy... Too bad he has such a body.... But no brain Melinda thought to herself and then realized it was Candy's emotion and not her own. This man had no appeal to her whatsoever yet the feelings and physical sensations he had awoken in her seemed so real.

"Hurry up Malcolm.... Your going to make us late....I'll met you back at the set... I'll get Mary to help me with my hair and make-up....' Melinda suddenly nagged him.

"Oh I forgot my dress" giggled Melinda as she reached back into the bathroom and pulled out the skimpy white knit dress. As Malcolm watched she finished a quick drying of her body and then slipped into the tight stretchy little dress. She didn't bother with any panties or bra. It was low cut and her cleavage was fully displayed. It was so tight her nipples were evident for everyone who cared to look. The bottom of the dress came halfway down on her sweet ass.

"One of my favourites... You know the guys on the set love it too" Melinda giggled a second time as she was trying to provoke a jealous reaction.

What am I doing? What am I saying? Melinda thought to herself a split second after the words had "popped" from her mouth.

Melinda untied the hair towel and quickly ran a pink comb through her long brown.

"Where's my purse?" Melinda asked as she had a brain wave. When Malcolm was in the shower she was going to find out a whole lot more about Candy Cane.
 
Malcolm had become so enraged that any notion that he was dealing with Melinda and not Candy was lost in the thick blackening haze surrounding them. As far as Malcolm was concerned, this was Candy, and this was actually a reenactment that he was reliving over and over again, destined for the hell he was sure to live.

He jumped into the tiny cubicle of a shower that barely fitted him, cursing ever moreso. "Fuckin A ... cold water! BITCH!" The common word seemed to have been flying more frequently lately as Candy's actions and weird behavior grew more and more odd, seemingly distancing herself from him. The shower was the quickest he had taken in a while, cleaning the sweat and grime off him from their last scene. He was out and dried off in no time, ready for Candy to at least spend a few minutes with him, getting him ready for the next scene.

He had expected to have her suck on his limp, shriveled cock (since getting out of the cold shower), to get him semi hard, and ready to perform for their next scene. But when he came out and found the trailer empty, the rage became, even more intense! "GODDAMMIT, now what am I supposed to do," he cried out to no one.

Frustrated, but remaining the professional actor that he was, he rummaged through his wardrobe closet, finding aan all black leather biker's outfit! At least it was an outfit he was familiar with, he thought, putting on the vest, and the modified, leather pants, designed to reveal his cock with the removal of the leather crotch. No other clothing, or undergarments were needed.

He stormed out of the trailer, but collected his cool when he bumped into Sugar DeNyle, another starlet that would be participating in this next scene. She too was dressed in all black leather, hugging her curvaceous form tightly, meshing with her chocolate brown complexion. Malcolm greeted her warmly and told her he was looking forward to working with her in the next scene; she echoed his sentiments, always being a fan of his films.

He asked her if she'd seen Candy, and Sugar pointed off to a corner of the studio, saying that she saw her talking with Mary, back there somewhere! Sugar went on to say that she thought it'd turn out as a pretty good scene, given that Candy was dressed in white!

Malcolm agreed with Sugar, silently becoming more angered that Candy and Mary were off in their own little sanctum, discussing, who knows what! He didn't have time to chase her down and find out what was going on. He'd do it at the end of this shoot, when they'd call it a day and head home for the evening!

Malcolm eyed the studio set, a complete transformation from the way it was only thirty minutes earlier. It now looked like a seedy, run down bar, with a pool table set off to one side. He recalled the director outlining the basic plot, and that was that Sugar and Malcolm were a couple of bikers coming into the bar for a drink. Candy would be the bartender. Seeing that no one else was in the bar, Malcolm would change the "Open for business" sign to "closed," and lock the door, unbeknownst to the bartender. Sugar would then start hitting on Candy and eventually get her to the pool table where they would get it on in a heated lesbian scene while Malcolm looked on. After they had shared mutually enjoyable orgasms, Malcolm would join in, and have fun with the two of them. Sugar was encouraged to be the more dominant of the pair, treating Candy roughly as Malcolm had his way with them!

"Yes," Malcolm thought! "This would be a good scene." His anger towards Candy and Mary was only tempered by the prospect of sticking his long cock into Sugar, while Candy was forced to lick her clit and his cock at the same time!

Suddenly the bullhorn screeched a loud annoying sound. The familiar sound of the bald-headed director was heard throughout the studio. "Everyone on the set!"
 
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Melinda felt the tenseness in her body slowly dissolve as Malcolm in a grumbling way went into the bathroom to take his shower. She knew he had probably been expecting a little action from Candy but she was really Melinda and not Candy. Though at times it was really confusing. Candy had such strong feelings for this big black man, yet she loved him and hated. She felt used by him and yet she used him too. She laughed as she heard Malcolm still whining away:

"Fuckin A ... cold water! BITCH!"

Melinda wasted no time, as the splashing water drowned her noise as she began a systematic search of the trailer. She was desperate to learn more about Candy and the situation she had stumbled into. She had a nagging sense that Malcolm wasn't aware that she wasn't Candy and that he was really a trapped ghost. This situation for both of them must be some kind of living hell she surmised as she found a stack of porno pictures of both Candy and Malcolm. In a small cabinet under the bed she found a black leather purse and quickly rifled through it.

Bingo! Melinda decided as she found Candy's wallet, identification, money, medication, contract, gum, condoms, lipstick, make-up, address book and diary. Knowing she didn''t have long she scooped up everything in the purse and headed to Mary in the make-up area.

It was several minutes later when Melinda found Mary in small make-up room. The room was 10x10, with two small chairs, a table and several specialized lights. There was make up scattered over the table along with an assortment of wigs, hair pieces, combs, brushes and faux jewelery.

"Mary... I'm ready for hair and make-up... and maybe you can help me with a few things... My memory is off today... You know too much partying or something" Melinda started as she tried to coax her way into Mary's soft side.

"Oh Candy... You need to take your pills honey... Here you go... Wash it down with the water.... Here you go a fresh glass" Mary spoke in a kind and motherly fashion.

This time Melinda had her wits about her and asked about the three pills (pink, blue and white).

"What are these for?" Melinda asked suspiciously.

"Oh they're nothing... birth control, stress, and anti biotic. You take them daily... Did you forget again?" Mary spoke in a gentle fashion as she helped Melinda (Candy) into the chair next to her. Melinda trusting Mary swallowed the pills and drank the water. The last thing Melinda wanted was to get pregnant while stuck in Candy;s body. She had no idea what the effect might be and didn't want to find out.

"So this scene you the goody-goody.... The biker stud and his biker babe catch you.. So we're going a little lighter on the make-up... and I'll try to make your a little more wholesome looking" Mary laughed as she applied the lipstick and make-up to Melinda (Candy).

"I feel funny" Melinda gasped out as the combination of pills fucked up her brain. She had no idea the pills were simply a concoction of street drugs to keep her high and working the porno industry and after hours the old red light district. It was Mary's way of controlling things.

"You always say that" laughed Mary as she now brushed and styled Melinda's hair. She knew Candy's brain was always mush for a bit and so she planted some of her ideas into Candy's head.

"You know Candy... You have to stop being so stupid... Malcolm is using you... You're the real star.. Everyone knows it.... And to think I saw him checking out that Sugar chic the other day... I heard he hand picked her so that he could fuck her in the next scene... Imagine that.... The nerve of the prick!"

"Oh... I didn't know ... You're... You're right" Melinda agreed helplessly. It seemed so clean no why Candy had a hatred for Malcolm. There was this intense jealousy burning within her. She didn't like to be taken advantage of. It was a big dark spot on Candy's soul.

"And Candy.... We owe money to Jimmy Green ... He wants money for the dope, and drugs we've been using... He's going to came by after the next take and he'll be waiting for you in my trailer. It's far enough away that Malcolm won't know... I'll just tell him you got a call...." Mary added.


"Wouldn't it be nice if Malcolm was dead? All our troubles would be over... We could be together just like I... I mean we wanted... You know he's just dead weight... He's wrecking our party... We have more fun smoking up and fucking away without him around.... I got a plan... All you have to do is piss him off so he takes a ride to unwind....." laughed Mary as she lured Candy (Melinda) into the plan.

Melinda's brain was a foggy mess. She couldn't put a rational thought together. She was on automatic with Candy's traits, behaviours and responses on automatic.

"Shit... Slip this outfit on... " Mary coaxed as she helped Melinda slip into a dainty and prissy outfit for the next shoot.

"Now hurry over... Remember you're the star... You listen to the producer.... I'll catch up with you there... I don't want that prick Malcolm to see us together... I think he doesn't like me... But I don't know why" Mary explained as she helped Candy (Melinda) out of the make-up room.

[I}Wow.. This is crazy[/I] Melinda thought as she stumbled about and regained her balance.

As she made her way to the next set, she saw a seedy, run down bar, with a classic billiard table set for Boston.

The director saw Candy and yelled out:

"Everyone on the set!"

"I'm ready" Melinda (Candy) blurted out before Melinda could think.

Oh no... What am I into this time? Melinda had the good sense to question.
 
Jim Gordon

Jim Gordon had rolled over in bed. His arm flung lazily to wrap around Melinda as if she were a security blanket. However, she was not there, her absence waking him from his sleep. Jim blinked his eyes several times, stopping to clear the sleep from his eyes, rubbing his face, trying to get his eyes to focus clearly. His head seemed unusually . oggy this moorning, despite what he thought was a sound sleep.

As Jim looked around the empty room, he glanced at the clock. "Whew," he exhaled. He had woken up just before his alarm would have woken him. It was early, and unfortunately Jim had to go to work. A fireman's work never takes a break! This was the only part of his job that he really didn't enjoy. The fact that he HAD to work a shifting schedule, and occasional weekends, was the only divisive wedge between he and Melinda, but they loved each other too much to let that be of any major concern.

As he sat there in bed, he recalled the sexy outfit Melinda had worn to bed last night, and cursed himself silently for not sharing in the delights he was sure they could have both offered each other. He was just too tired!

But now! Now! Now, he had the hardest morning stiffness, he could ever remember having! He was stone hard, poking his boxers in quite a noticeable fashion. He was even tenting the comforter, which weighed heavily on him this chilly morning. Jim couldn't explain it, wondering if it was due to an erotically charged dream which he couldn't remember, or if it may have been due to something else. It was a real shame that Melinda wasn't right there with him at that moment, and that he had to go to work.

That's when Jim heard the water from the shower running in the nearby bathroom. A happy chirping seemed to be coming from Melinda in that vicinity. He hoped she'd hurry because he needed to shower and leave for work also. He rose from bed, the pointer in his boxers leading the way, and knocked on the bathroom door. The door wasn't locked; he just knocked.

"Melinda? Hunny? I've got to get in! Save me some hot water!" He returned to the comfort and warmth of his bed, waiting for her to exit.
 
Malcolm

Malcolm, followed the director to the bar, for his last set of instructions. Sugar followed right on his heels. The three waited patiently, watching Candy arrive, an obvious haziness in her eyes. As she neared, Malcolm studied her more intently, still enraged about the events in the trailer! When she had finally joined them, Malcolm studied her eyes, which she seemingly averted his, concentrating on the director, and scanning Sugar's figures and packaging.

Malcolm could see a myriad of emotions in Candy's eyes. He had been with her for so long, that he was usually correct in assuming what was going through her mind. What he saw was confusion, lust, and contempt all rolling through her at the same time. Malcolm was so enrapt, studying Candy that he paid little attention to the bald-headed director's instruction. His part was relatively simple. Sit at the bar until it's time, then join the girls and fuck them both, every which way, until he's ready, then have them both kneel by the pool table, and shoot his seed over their faces, after which they'll clean each other up and swap his semen back and forth as they kiss!

Malcolm watched as Candy's eyes seemed to glass over. Suddenly it all became clear to Malcolm what was going on! To say he was pissed, was an understatement. What made matters worse, was they were on the set, and he couldn't address it now! Nobody else on the set was aware that Candy was back on the drugs ... nobody, except Malcolm.

Having saved her from the stuff before, he knew the look all too well!

The director stepped away as Candy moved behind the bar. Malcolm and Sugar went outside the mock doorway, ready to make their entrance. Malcolm was ready to act, but he was still seething!

"ACTION!" came blurting through the bullhorn.
 
It was just so weird for Melinda, as she arrived onto the set. She knew she had to play out the role as Candy would have otherwise she might risk changing history. Her goal was to help needy souls cross over and not to change what happened. She now knew that Malcolm was a ghost and Candy was ghost but still had no idea how they died. It was obvious both needed to cross over but she still had no direct contact with Candy - but had a bad feeling that Candy was now running around in her body.

God damn Malcolm... Look at him checking Sugar out.... That bastard... Does he ever get enough.... Hand picked... Bastard.... were the thoughts racing through her brain. The thoughts were from Candy though they were registering in Melinda's brain.

Melinda could sense something was weird as she approached Malcolm and Sugar. It was strange as she imagined that she was interrupting some private moment between the pair of them. Despite the presence of the full set crew Melinda felt angry and confused. It was jealousy that was going through Melinda. It was uncontrollable jealousy.

I'll be a professional... I can do this role... It won't bother me... I'll be a pro Melinda thought as she put on a fake smile and moved into the seedy bar scene. She pretended that she hadn't seen them exchange special looks.

He's cheating on me... and with that bimbo too... Mary is right... I hope she does kill him... Melinda thought to herself. The strong emotions were coming from Candy's psyche.

They're laughing at me... But I'll show them.... I'm the star! Melinda reminded herself.

Melinda took her place behind the bar and pretended to bartend. She made a point of wiping off the counter and then when Sugar and Malcolm walked in she beamed a big smile and asked:

"Howdy folks... What would you like from the bar? We got everything and more" Melinda spoke her lines though she didn't remember ever seeing them before though she somehow knew them by heart.

Melinda pointed to the rows of bottles and brands behind her on the shelves. Her little white dress did little to conceal her figure and she could sense the cameraman zooming in and out on her breasts.

"If you see something you want .. Let me know.... and I'll serve it up" Melinda added with a big sexy grin.

"It's been a little slow tonight... But it's nice to have some customers" Melinda added as she made bartender small talk.

She could see the two of them smirking as they approached the bar. She knew in a minute or two Malcolm would be looking to point out the closed sign and then lock the front door. Sugar would take over and play the dominant bitch. The director had told her to "just go with it".
 
Malcolm

It was as if it was automatic for Malcolm. Everything came to him second nature. This was where he was most comfortable, ever so the professional that he was, albeit in an industry that was looked down upon by many. True, he didn't have many lines to learn. True, he didn't have to worry about researching and assuming his characters. But he was the tops in his industry, and he did have the most attractive leading ladies, and supporting actresses to work with!

Having Sugar by his side was no different than the scene he had just finished with Candy! It was time to perform for the camera. He was thankful that Sugar took it upon herself to play with his cock just a little, rubbing it through his leather pants, in order to get an obvious swell. That was something Candy could have ... should have done when they were in the trailer.

Just before beginning the scene, Malcolm leaned into Sugar and whispered in her ear. "Work her over real good! Treat her like a real biker bitch would do!" Sugar smiled wide, her eyes sparkling amongst all the stage lighting.

The two bikers walked in, and eyed Candy with hunger, which the cameras captured. As they approached the bar, Candy spoke her canned lines, and Malcolm acted as if he was scanning the dive, noting that no one was there. He whispered into Sugar's ear again, this time not saying anything, but merely letting his hot breath tickle her ears. To the camera it looked as if he was sharing a secret with her.

Sugar took some time scanning the bottles on the back wall, getting Candy to turn her back and stretch to grab one bottle, only to put it back when Sugar said it wasn't what she wanted. As she did this, Candy's little white dress showed the supple bubble of her lily white ass, practically popping out as she stretched for the bottles.

Meanwhile, Malcolm slipped back to the doorway, flipped the sign, locked the door, and returned to the bar, just as Sugar was saying, "I really do like what I see; how' bouts you serve me up some of that!" Sugar licked her glossy lips seductively as Candy cocked her head over her shoulder, knowing full well what Sugar was referring to.

Candy smiled seductively for the camera, and prompted Malcolm. "And for the gentleman?"

"I'll just have some of what she's having!"

Candy spun to face the two holding a bottle of tequila. Three shotglasses were put on the bar, and she expertly filled each one. The three saluted, swallowed down their shots, and a moment later, Sugar reached across the bar and grabbed Candy roughly by the hair. She pulled Candy towards her, and the two met halfway over the bar where Sugar slammed her tongue into Candy's mouth.

The sensuous kiss ensued, with Sugar practically pulling Candy atop the bar, laying her out on the smooth wooden top. Malcolm sat only one stool away, watching the scene unfold not getting in their way. Sugar was ravaging Candy's body and had her naked in no time.

Eventually, Sugar had dragged Candy to the pool table, where the real show finally began to take place.

"Serves the bitch right," Malcolm thought to himself, watching Sugar roughly take advantage of Candy. Candy was still being a pro though, as if it was natural for her to be treated so rough, natural for her to serve and pleasure another woman! As he watched, all he could think about was giving Sugar the ride of her life, and fucking Candy with all his anger.

He didn't notice it, but the blackness surrounding him was getting thicker and thicker! The fierce anger was creating an enormous amount of energy that could not be controlled. It was as if there were tornados erupting all around him, thick billows of black swirling about. He breathed in a deep sigh and let it out extremely slowly, watching Sugar and Candy writhing about on the pool table. White flesh, chocolate brown skin , and green felt made a colorful scene.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow when he saw Sugar grab a cue stick ...
 
Okay ... This is it... Melinda thought as she watched Sugar and Malcolm play their roles. It looked as if they shared some secret which put Melinda on edge. She wasn't sure what the two of them might be up to but had learned to expect the unexpected on the set.

The scene was proceeding as she expected as Sugar made a few comments as she made the effort to stretch and show off her body for the camera. She knew the cameraman was enjoying the view if her ass, and his grin reassured her confidence that everything was just perfect.

Sugar spoke on cue:

"I really do like what I see; how' bouts you serve me up some of that!"

Melinda smiled and took her order. She was very aware how Sugar licked her glossy lips seductively as if Melinda was some type of delicious cupcake about to be eaten. The director and the camera crew were digging it up and Melinda smiled seductively back as if daring Sugar to take it farther.

Melinda turned to Malcolm and asked as sweet as she could:

"And for the gentleman?"

In his black leather biker outfit he was sure was a sexy beast. He replied very coolly:

"I'll just have some of what she's having!"

Melinda just smiled as if she was pleasing two regulars at the bar. She was pretending she was looking for a tip and thereby proving the two of them the best possible service.

Melinda turned about and returned with the Tequila and three shot glasses.

"I don't normally drink with the clients.... But a toast to you two... You seem like such a nice couple" Melinda announced as she expertly filled each one.

On the count of three they saluted, and swallowed down their shots. To Melinda's surprise it was real Tequila and it burnt all the way down her throat and into the pit of her stomach. At that moment she wondered how the Tequila was going to react with the rest of the medications that Mary had given her. Her head was already so light and confused.

"Oucchhhh... You're hurting me!" Melinda mumbled as unexpectedly Sugar reached across the bar and grabbed Candy roughly by the hair. With ease Sugar pulled onto the oak bar top and in the process knocked over the shot glasses and sent them shattering across the floor.

"That's great!" whispered the director to the camera crew. It looked so realistic because it was real!

Melinda was groaning as her back and head ached from the unprovoked attack. She had been expecting Sugar to pull her over for a French kiss but the method was a shock.

"What?" Melinda mumbled trying to figure out what was going on.

But Sugar didn't wait a second and seized the moment to slam her tongue into Melinda's sweet hot mouth. Sugar was aggressive and quickly dipped her tongue across Melinda's teeth and made their tongues intimate. It was a long sensuous kiss and Melinda could feel Candy's body responding to the delicious kiss of Sugar.

Oh my God... Candy is bi-sexual Melinda suddenly realized. This was probably obvious to anyone else in the room but to Melinda it was a discovery. She could feel the arousal in Candy's body. She felt flush in her face. Her nipples were growing hard, he heart was fluttering, she was desperate for more air, and she was getting warm all over.

"Ouchhhh" Melinda muttered as Sugar broke the kiss and dragged her body across the top of the bar, thereby knocking glasses and bottles over the floor. Her white dress was now stained with beer, and water spots. Her big nipples were fully visible as the cheap white material became transparent.

Before Melinda could say more, Sugar grabbed her by the hair and dropped her onto the floor. A dazed Melinda hit the floor hard and staggered as she tried to regain her footing. Moving in quick Sugar, push Melinda backwards toward the large pool table ramming Melinda's back forcing her to put her hands to her back to recover from the pain.

At that second, a loud ripping sound, broke through the fog of Melinda's brain as she felt her dress pinching into her flesh and then sudden;y shredding as Sugar tore it away. On instinct, Melinda tried to cover her breasts in modesty which was perfect for the director.

"That's it girls... Now play time!" the director whispered.

Melinda spoke in a panicky voice:

"Now wait a second..."

Sugar just grinned as she gave a big push to Melinda's breasts and toppled her on top of the pool table. Melinda was naked and her breasts bounced and jiggled to the delight of the crew as she lay flew onto the table. Her legs were ajar and a skilled camera wormed a close up shot as Melinda gathered her wits.

Melinda could feel the evil presence in the room as a blackness surrounded the set. There was chill in the air.

"Please" Melinda spoke up as she sensed the evilness descending on the set.

Sugar gave a wicked grin as she grabbed the pool cue and jumped on top of Melinda.

"OOOOOOhhhhccccccccc" Melinda grunted as Sugar began to choke her with the pool cue. Everything seemed hazy but at last Sugar broke the hold before she passed out from lack of oxygen.

She's crazy... Melinda realized in fear.

While Melinda used her hands to sooth her throat, Sugar was pulled off her own leather mini skirt to reveal a 10 inch black leather strap on prick. She pulled Melinda's legs apart and towards the big prick. Sugar was standing up, with the big prick pointed straight into Melinda's honey hole.

"Come to momma... little bitch... You think you're two good for bikers... We saw it in your eyes,.. We'll teach you... Deep down you're a no good whore!" laughed Sugar.

"You suck on this while Momma fucks that pretty pussy!" Sugar added as she stuck the large end of the pool cue into Melinda's mouth which effectively silenced her.

Seconds later, Melinda was grunting and moaning as Sugar successfully inserted the big leather strap-on dick into her wet pussy.

"Ummmm....oooooo....aaaaahhhh" Melinda was gasping and moaning as Sugar had grabbed Melinda's legs, forced them wider and wider, as he thrusted the artificial prick deeper and deeper into Melinda's soft sweet pussy.

"I'm just warming you up for MY MAN!" laughed Sugar as she hammer the strap-on back and forth in steady rhythm.

"When he's done, you're going to eat my pussy and then I'm fucking you with this pool cue!" Sugar hissed in a maniac's delight.

Oh no.... Melinda thought as the blackness continued to overtake the set.
 
With the shotglasses strewn on the floor, Malcolm grabbed the bottle of tequila and drank from it directly watching the scene unfold. As the alcohol singed his throat, his evilness and hatred toward Candy and what she was doing behind his back was multiplying. The black fog that came with his evil energy began filling the room, affecting everyone on the set, including Sugar! She was becoming one nasty bitch, succumbing to the evil presence as she abused Candy's body with delight.

Malcolm continued to look on with wicked glee as Sugar primed Candy's cunt with the huge black strap-on! She was savagely fucking Candy, just as he would do, tormenting her with the pool stick, fucking with her brain as she detailed exactly what she was going to do with Candy's body.

The blackness surrounding the trio was so thick now, that all Malcolm could see and hear, were the two ladies on the pool table. The crew, the set, the props, the director, the cameras, the lights, were completely oblivious to him and the girls. It was as if they were in a black room and there was one lone spot light shining on them.

Driven by the force behind him, Malcolm sidled up to the pool table while Sugar was pumping the fake phallus in and out of Candy's stretched hole. He ignored Candy and sealed his lips to Sugar's driving his tongue into her mouth, kissing her fiercely while she continued to rape Candy beneath her. Malcolm reached out with a hand and grabbed a fistful of Candy's tit, mashing it, keeping her pinned to the table while he and Sugar continued exciting each other.

He roughly pinched a nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger, hearing a stifled cry come out from around the cue stick still jammed in her mouth. Candy was not there as a partner as far as the two of them were concerned. She was merely a play toy for the two of them!

Malcolm was finally ready to exact some of his own revenge as the black cloud hugged him closely. He pulled Candy by the hair until her head hung off the edge of the table, pulling the cue stick from her mouth. With a single tug, he removed the black leather that hid his angry cock, which was now bouncing proudly, swaying back and forth, looking for a warm, wet home! He wasted no time, shoving his cock all the way into Candy's mouth, feeling his balls slap against her nose as he saw the bulge work its way down Candy's stretched throat!

He tortured her tits as he leaned over her, pinching, tugging, twisting as he met Sugar halfway. Once again, the black bikers united in a deep passionate soul kiss as they continued fucking Candy beneath them, with total disregard to her comfort, or her ability to breathe.

Sugar fucked her pussy, and Malcolm was fucking her face, each one driving their fat pricks all the way in. Sometimes they fucked in rhythm, and others they rocked back and forth, but it was clearly evident that Candy was skewered between the two large cocks.

They didn't care if she erupted in orgasm or not; they didn't care if it was painful. All that mattered to them was that their fuck doll was increasing their sexual hunger for each other. Malcolm couldn't wait to fuck Sugar and watch Candy suck his cum from her dripping snatch!

Yes it was evil and wrong, but Malcolm was out of control. The anger had overtaken him and he was driven by the black force that had enveloped him.

"MMMMmmmm," Malcolm moaned breaking away from Sugar. "I'm gonna fuck this little goody goody bartender," he informed Sugar. "Hell, I'm gonna fuck her mouth, fuck her pussy and fuck her ass. You might wanna get her ready for that also!" His laugh was evil and intense.

He was so enrapt with what he was doing he paid no mind to how Candy was reacting to the brutal face fucking going on beneath him, his balls slapping against her nose with every thrust, her saliva thickly coating his shaft, drooling out with every stroke of his mighty piston.
 
Melinda knew things were getting out of control. Candy's body was shaking. Her mind was spinning from the combination of pills and booze. The sights and sounds of the room were spinning round and round. Strange colours were flashing in her brain - yellow, red, green and orange. There were convulsions ripping through her body and brain. There was a growing sense of blackness.

I'm I dying? Melinda asked herself in panic. But her mind was forced from serious thought as she was called back to the reality of the moment and so Melinda seemed moaned louder and louder as a wicked Sugar savagely fucked her hot wet pussy. There was no mercy given as Sugar used her viciously. There was a nasty mind game being played out as Sugar tormented Melinda. It was now obvious that Sugar was looking to sexually exhaust Melinda and show her for what a slut she really was. Melinda was having trouble breathing with the pool cue in her mouth.

Melinda was caught in slow motion as the scene continued to unfold. From nowhere Malcolm appeared and he was suddenly locked in a deep sensual kiss with Sugar while Melinda continued to take the big black strap on as she screamed out louder and louder as her body bucked and squirmed under Sugar's expert manipulation.

Rage and fury raced through Melinda as the blackness continued ti surround her. Suddenly she could feel Candy's return. The emotion, sexual pleasure and sexual tension was thick in the room. Melinda squealed when Malcolm grabbed a fistful of her right boob, mashing it, and then pinning her to the table. She groaned as Malcolm then roughly pinched a nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger.
Melinda was losing control as she could feel her own wetness flowing as a sensation of ecstasy filled her body as she road out the strokes from the big black leather strap on prick.

Just as she finished her wet rush on the black strap-on, Malcolm pulled her by her long hair until her head hung off the edge of the table. Melinda felt relief as he pulled the pool cue from her exhausted her mouth.

Oh thank you... I can breath.... Melinda thought. But a split second later she was shocked as Malcolm removed the black leather garment that hid his huge angry cock and shoved it all the way into Melinda's mouth.

"Uurrrrrrr" Melinda grunted as the big prick plunged into her mouth and into her throat. She was amazed that it traveled so easily and fit so snugly. Her urge to puke passed quickly when she realized she was still breathing and Candy had obviously deep throated the big bad boy before.

Before Melinda could do little more that lick at the shaft she felt Malcolm taking the lead as he worked his big cock back and forth in her face. With each deep plunge she actually felt his heavy fuzzy balls slapping against her delicate nose.
Melinda felt humiliation as she suddenly saw a cameraman zooming in on her face.

As Melinda tried to recollect herself, Malcolm took it a step further as he then began to torture her swollen tits as he began to pinch, tug and twist them causing Melinda to grunt out like an injured animal. Sugar hadn't bothered to slow down her own pumping action and thanks to the additional lubrication, she was ramming the black monster faster and faster while Melinda was overwhelmed with the sexual stimulation.

That's how they killed me Melinda heard the voice of Candy inside her head.


Melinda could sense Malcolm enjoying the moment as moaned in his own self pleasure and remember one of his lines:

"I'm gonna fuck this little goody goody bartender. Hell, I'm gonna fuck her mouth, fuck her pussy and fuck her ass. You might wanna get her ready for that also!"

The spirit of Candy was growing stronger stronger again and Melinda could feel her own presence slowly drifting away. Her pussy was on fire from Sugar's handiwork with the big black strap on. Candy's body was convulsing.

Get her a doctor... Get her a doctor.... Melinda shrieked out but not a word escaped Candy's lips.

Sugar and Malcolm were locked in a heated passionate moment as Candy struggled for life as they cruelly fucked the life from her.
 
Malcolm

Malcolm had been fucking Candy's mouth so brutally, the force of the dark cloud blinding his fury. He had lost himself with Sugar, that Candy's well-being was ignored. It wasn't until Malcolm heard the director yelling and screaming, and the sudden on-rush of people on the set that Malcolm realized something was terribly amiss!

It took several people to pull him off of Candy before he looked down to see her turning blue, her chest no longer rising and falling with heaving breaths!

People were scrambling, those trained in emergency rescue were rushing to Candy's side as Malcolm looked on helplessly. His rage was immediately replaced by concern and worry, watching as two men tried to revive Candy. Once again, the tornado was spinning around him, everything happening at once.

Almost five minutes had passed, and paramedics were on their way, when suddenly Candy's body lurched and heaved, she taking a gasp of air, only to be followed by a gut-wrenching vomit, spewing all over herself and the table. She was breathing! Everyone was cheering, the paramedics arriving to attend to Candy.

Malcolm however, was not cheering! He saw the vomit! He knew what caused it! Only one thing would cause such a reaction, and he knew exactly what it was! That knowledge made him angrier than he'd ever imagined. It was the combination of drugs and the tequila Candy so readily consumed!

"DRUGS!" Malcolm screamed to no one, for they paid him no attention. He was furious, and the black couds thickened, a thunderous explosion going off around him. He looked around the room; Sugar and Mary were consoling each other, and there was a scraggly looking black guy, that didn't belong there standing behind them. Malcolm recognized the man immediately by his missing tooth and his thin, scrawny appearance. It was none other than Jimmy Green!

Malcolm knew of Jimmy and his drug dealing ways. He'd been the one to get Candy hooked in the first place. And now, NOW, it was all making sense, seeing him there with Mary! They were all in this fucking drug thing, that he had tried so hard to get Candy out of!

"FUCK 'EM" he screamed as he snapped his leather crotch back in place and stormed out of the set! Standing outside in the bright sunlight, Malcolm cursed up a storm, rivalling the black cloud and thunder following him. "IF SHE WANTS THAT LIFESTYLE THAN SHE CAN FUCKING HAVE IT! I HOPE THEY ALL ROT IN THE SEWER!"

He straddled his motorcycle, and fired it up! It roared to life as he revved the engine, and left his mark of his presence, a long trail of black rubber and a full plume of smoke in his wake. He took off racing through the lots and out onto the highway. He was going nearly twice the speed limit, recklessly weavin in and out of trafic in search of some long open highway where he could just be free of it all! He wanted to be free of the black cloud hovering over him, trying to outrace it's grip.

That's when it happened!

He swerved too quickly in front of a tractor trailer in order to avoid an oncoming truck. The worn rubber on the tires didn't give him the traction he needed to correct the bike and he fish-tailed. The front bumper of the trailing truck caught his bike and sent him and the bike tumbling end over end, side over side, flipping him and the bike too many times to count. Broken bike pieces shattered all over the place, several puncturing Malcolm as his death grip on the handle bars was never released. The final blow was a gash to the back of his head, lacerating a five inch cut, nearly two inches deep, into his skull.

Malcolm lay dead in a sewer ditch off to the side of the road. A trail of broken motorcycle pieces and streaks of blood drew a line to where he lay in his final resting place.

He had never escaped the black cloud. It sucked him up and carried him away.
 
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Candy eyed the bathroom as she finished her shower. It was so pink, pretty and perky looking. Even the towels were white with a lovely pretty pink roses on them. The bathroom was immaculate with everything in its proper place. After drying herself off, she again looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe that the 'little doe eyed girl' in front of her was actually herself. This woman, this Melinda, was certainly a pretty and dainty creature but Candy decided it was obvious that Melinda knew nothing about fashion or life.

"What a silly and simple girl" Candy whispered to herself as she now rifled through the bathroom cabinets and shelves trying to find Melinda's make-up and hair accessories. Finding a drawer with a half a dozen cosmetics, Candy was scandalized and horribly disappointed. She found the hair dryer, curling iron, and a variety of brushes, combs, bows and other odds and ends in a different spot.

"Oh how hideous!" laughed Candy as she picked up a quaint pretty pink hair bow that Melinda must have obviously liked.

Where are the gossip magazines? Candy asked herself as she scampered through other drawers trying to find some pictures to look at as she began to style, and curl her hair.

There was a soft rapping on the bathroom and she heard a male voice and instinctively realized it was Jim.

Oh ... Melinda's hubby... How sweet she thought.
 
Jim sat up in bed, the warmth and comfort of the blanket wrapped about him as he awaited Melinda to exit. He wished he had not been so tired the night before, and wished that maybe he had woken earlier. His hardness could most definitely use some attention, otherwise he'd suffer through a grueling day. But to his dismay, there wasn't enough time, and he knew either a cold shower or some serious distraction would be his only remedy.

When she finally alighted from the bathroom, he admired the way the white towel clung to her. He scrambled to the bed, gave her a quick kiss, and maneuvered by her, hoping she hadn't noticed his aching embarrassment.

He relieved his bladder and jumped into the shower. It was only then, that Jim felt as if there was something different about Melinda this morning. He couldn't put his finger on it. Was it something in the way she looked? Her hair? Was it different? She'd be upset if he didn't say something to complement her? Her kiss? Was it more sensual than normal? Make-up? had she put on more than she usually did?

Jim struggled with the brief image he had, and cursed himself for not studying her more closely, but he did have to get to work!

He purposefully let the shower be a little colder than normal, helping to deflate his morning erection. By the time he exited the shower, Melinda had apparently left the bedroom, for he heard her in another part of the house. He threw on his customary uniform, and headed into the kitchen for a quick bite before running out the door!
 
Candy was smiling as she finally left the bathroom wrapped in towel, but with her long black hair down, and crimped. She had a generous coating of pink lipstick over her sensuous lips and wore more make-up than Melinda Gordon had ever worn in her entire life. She was eager to explore Melinda's closet and to find something perfect for her - something slink, sexy and slutty.
serious distraction would be his only remedy.

It was a delight to see Jim's eyes upon her as she hurried from the bathroom. She realized at once that Jim was in a rush as he scrambled to the bed, gave her a quick kiss, maneuvered by her, and dashed into the bathroom. At that moment Candy decided she would pay Jim a little visit at work after she had done a little shopping.It would be a treat for Jim's eyes and for his buddies too.

Candy was very disappointed with Melinda's perky clothes. There was nothing that interested a porn star like Candy. Everything was so bright, cheerful, and perky. Though the clothes were at least feminine they had a certain style that didn't match Candy's preferences. As she hurried through Melinda's closet and then her shoe closet downstairs, Candy was surprised to hear Jim running out the door.

"Jim... Ah... Jim... I'll be dropping by for a visit!" Candy called out but her words were lost in the wind as Jim ran out the door.

It was an hour later that Candy made her way from the Gordon's household. She had spent time checking out Melinda's identification, calling for limits on her credit cards, and even reading over Melinda's secret diary. She knew she had to open the antique shop for 9 AM but knew that help would be there so she could sneak away a little early and catch up with Jim over lunch. Dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt, Candy didn't bother with a bra or panties. They were as tight as could be.

Walking to the shop, Candy was delighted to see the reaction she was causing. Men were stopping to look, smiling at her, waving at her, and even a few whistles. However, a few of the women were giving her dirty looks but she just smiled at them and walked on.

After unlocking the shop, Candy had a great time checking out all the freaky old things. On the phone, she readily accepted an unknown caller's offer to sell her the household effects of a deceased biker couple who had been the guy's grandparents. Candy didn't even bother to haggle over the price, and instead readily agreed to $5000 if they brought the stuff over right away.

"Is everything okay?" Melinda's helper had asked when she arrived and saw the tight casual outfit that Candy was wearing.

"Oh yeah... I just wanted to be free... You know it's Friday... Casual Friday.... Treat the boys" laughed Candy to the stunned helper. The helper didn't say anymore and busied herself dusting off the merchandise and getting a display ready.

Time for a coffee break Candy decided as she passed from the cash register and explained she was doing a little shopping while she waited for the drop off of some new merchandise. Her helper readily agreed and Candy was quick to hurry off to shop the town.

It was 60 minutes later when a driver was dropping six large boxes of clothes, jackets and other personal effects. With a big grin, Melinda's helper started to open up the boxes to see what Melinda had bought.

"Oh my God... This stuff is skanky.... " the helper spoke aloud as she opened the first box.....
 
Candy knew all about the world of XXX and the porn industry. Though she browsed through a few expensive looking boutiques and tried on several glamorous dresses it just wasn't the look she wanted for Jim and his buddies.

Old creep Bill Smith was stunned to Melinda Gordon walk into his porn shop. He recognized her immediately as the owner of the chic antique shop on the main street. Normally she had such a sweet and innocent look but today she looked very different. He had always thought her a little odd since a number of times he had seen her talking to herself in the main park or on the street. He had met her once at the Chamber of Commerce though he knew she would not recognize him.

He smiled at the perky and young looking Melinda Gordon. He was delighted to see in her such a tight outfit with her nipples poking so hard at the fabric. The last time he had seen her she was wearing some prissy black and white dress.

He spoke politely:

"May I help you ma'am?"

"Oh yes... I'm out trying to find something hot and sexy to show me off my husband and his buddies" Candy explained to the old porno shop owner.

Bill grinned as he replied: "I've got just the stuff that will your husband's eyes pop."

Candy looked around the store as she spoke and grinned as she saw rows and rows of sex toys, sex games, sex magazines and tons of porno DVDs and VHS tapes.

"I love this stuff... You've got a great collection... You even have some amateur stuff on the back shelf" Candy's eyes sparkled as she told Bill.

"Yes... Yes... We do... We sponsor some movies ourself... You know... Just low budget... guy meets girl... girl meets girl and even some guy meets guy stuff. But some of the specialty collectors really like it... It's expensive..... You know one of a kind stuff... But there's a niche market for it" Bill explained patiently with a growing smile as he realized that Candy was looking at various DVDs with interest. He didn't realize that Candy had a professional interest and to him it just looked like that sweetheart Melinda Gordon had a dark side which he would love to exploit.

If I could film Melinda... I could sell it for a fortune... Or blackmail her.... Both would work.... the old man thought secretively as he pointed to a row of slutty outfits and lingerie.

"I think you'll find what you want over on that rack... We have a change room on the right side... If you need help with sizing just give me a holler" Bill explained as he tried to downplay her visit and make it seem like it was very normal.

"Oh thanks... You're a real honey" Candy replied without thinking as she grinned at the older shopkeeper.

Candy sorted through the outfits and then found something that seemed seemed so perfect for her surprise visit on Jim. It was sexy. It was slutty. It was tight. It was black. It was leather!

"I'm trying this on!" Candy called out as she flashed the leather outfit to Bill and she hurried into a little change room. It was small and dirty and probably had a secret camera but Candy just stripped off her jeans and top and slipped into the outfit. It was snug everywhere and her boobs popped perfectly. It was awesome.

Candy didn't bother changing back.

"I'll take it... I'll be back for my jeans and top later... I'm going to surprise Jim...." Candy explained as she hurried to the cash and flipped out Melinda's credit card to purchase the outfit.

"A nice purchase... Real leather... He'll love that... You know we have plenty more... You look so great maybe you should be in movies" Bill flattered her.

Candy grinned as she replied:

"You know I think I'd like to try that sometime".

Candy walked out of the store in her bare feet dressed to make an unforgettable impression. As she walked down the street she wiggled her ass and drew as much attention to herself as she could. Everyone that recognized her were shocked and stunned.

Five minutes later she was walking up to the fire station. There was a few catcalls and some whistling until the firefighters realized it wasn't just some skanky bitch cock teasing them all but it was Jim's wife. Of course Jim was the last one to pop his head out of the big garage door.

Candy was basking in the male attention. Seeing Jim she called out:

"Hi Jim... I thought I'd surprise you!"
 
Jim Gordon

Jim and the crew had recently returned to the station, having run to an accident scene. The rescue truck was parked outside the station, and Jim was inside, while several of his cohorts sat on folding chairs by the garage bay. Two new recruits were tending to the truck, cleaning it so that it sparkled in the midday sun.

Jim had spent most of the morning, as he had most days at the firehouse, daydreaming of his new bride. He was in love, and just couldn't stop thinking of her. Today was no different, except that he had that nagging feeling that something was different about his lovely Melinda. He replayed the brief images of her in his mind, wishing he hadn't been in such a rush, studying those images, trying to figure out, exactly, what was different about Melinda this particular morning.

At this particular moment, Jim was involved with the tiny details that followed the return of the crew from a scene. He was filling out reports at the desk when he heard a commotion coming from just outside the open bay. He heard the whistles and catcalls coming from the guys outside. Jim merely shook his head and returned to his paperwork.

It wasn't uncommon for the guys to play with, and tease a good looking woman that walked by the firehouse. Most of the men were single, and it was their way of crowing. Then, of course, the firehouse wasn't necessarily in the best part of town, so occasionally there'd be a scantily clad, sexy dressed woman strutting by in search of a' date'. The men treated them much the same way, wolf whistles would fill the air, followed by a lot of teasing calls from the men. It was all harmless fun, and everyone that walked by the firehouse, had come to expect it.

So when Jim heard the common, everyday commotion, he figured it was just another poor ribbing of a female passerby. He had, at one time, been part of that scene, falling prey to the natural male tendencies to act in such a manner, especially when surrounded by others who acted the same way. But, ever since he met and married Melinda, he distanced himself from such behavior. She was so pure and loving, that he couldn't dream of disrespecting her by acting like that.

The hubbub had died suddenly, and Jim heard the familiar voice of his best friend Dan call to him. "Uh, Jim ... You ought to come out here ..."

Jim shook his head again and buried his head further into the paperwork. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know ..." He had figured it was just another girl, and the guys would rib him about whether he still wanted to be married.

"JIM!" Dan was more persistent this time. Still Jim thought, that once she walked on by, they'd leave him alone!

Dan spoke a bit more conspiratorily this time. "Jim," his voice almost a hoarse whisper, "she's coming this way, and I think you'd better ..."

Jim threw his pen down on the desk, "Okay, okay, okay!" He pushed himself away from the desk, and for the first time saw the look of shock and awe on Dan's face as he turned to head back to the bay, running.

Jim ambled casually, still not in a hurry for a peek at something that would only tease him ... little did he know! When he peered his head around the corner, he froze! His eyes could have fallen out of his sockets for his eyes were that wide!

Standing next to the shining fire truck was a shapely siren dressed in practically nothing, white flesh contrasted by shining black leather. She was flanked by the two new recruits, angling her body and displaying it as if she were purposefully trying to tease them. It was most definitely, the most brazen thing he'd seen any woman wear out in public. But this wasn't any woman!

The long black tresses that cascaded down over her shoulders, the milky smooth flesh, the eyes ... it was ... no it couldn't be ... there was no denying ... it was Melinda!

Jim's heart was in his throat! He couldn't breathe! Here was his beautiful wife, dressed in such a slutty outfit, that he would have killed to see her in ... in the privacy of their bedroom! But here she was ... out in public ... and in front of his crew! He was lusting for her, but he was protective also, and she was flirting with the recruits! Jealousy and lust were fighting within him, turning his stomach, making him unable to move.

It seemed like forever till their eyes met, and he saw an irresistible sparkle in her eyes, drawing him to her. He grabbed a fireman's coat off the nearby rack on his way to Melinda! He had to cover her up!

He moved quickly sidling up to her, nudging the recruits away! "Okay! Enough! Enough! Back to work!" The recruits backed off, but didn't return to work, rather continuing to drink in Melinda's delightful treat!

"Mel ... Mel ... Melinda! Whaaat are you doing ..." He held open the coat, shielding her image from the rest of the men, though the horn of a passing car, acknowledged she was still quite visible from the rear. He invited her to cover up with the jacket ...
 
Bill Smith

Bill Smith was beside himself. He couldn't believe how his normally boring day was turning for the better. All it took was the chic boutique owner, Melinda Gordon's presence in his tiny run down, dreary shop to breathe fresh life into the establishment. Bill, now in his early sixties, was considered by many to be an old pervert. Anyone who was brazen enough to own and operate a porn shop in the midst of an otherwise conservative business district would have acquired the label bestowed upon him. Bill didn't care what the others thought of him, nor the names they called him behind his back, for he WAS an old, dirty, pervert ... an old, dirty, RICH pervert! Despite all the outward conservative appearances the community tried to maintain, they hid their dark, perverted secrets from the others, patronizing 'old man Bill' to fulfill their lust-filled fantasies. They were willing to pay his somewhat steep prices, knowing that he kept their secrets safe within his mind. If he really wanted, he could scandalize the entire community, spilling dirt on nearly every inhabitant of the quaint town.

There was one woman, however, whom he had met at a recent business function, that he hadn't seen in his shop. He found her name to be Melinda Gordon, and noted that she ran the boutique located at the other side of the park. On occasion, when he'd run to make deposits at the bank, he'd spot the good-looking wholesome beauty in the park, seemingly talking to herself. He'd considered her to be a bit eccentric, characterized by the odd merchandise she carried in her store. She always seemed to have an 'air' about her and appeared beyond reproach.

But today ... today was a unique day! Melinda had lowered her guard and become one of the denizens of 'closet-sluts,' those that frequented the store, secretly shopping for clothing, toys, and movies to fulfill those wild needs.

However, Bill was shocked beyond belief, noting that there was nothing, *closet* about Melinda. When she had complemented him on his collection of movies, she spoke with such confidence that he was sure she had first hand knowledge of the variety of films. Most people were shocked the first time their eyes scanned the selection ... even the men!

The thought of Melinda featuring in one of his specialty videos brought his old shriveled dick to life. He knew, just looking at her, that if she could resurrect his dead member, there'd be others who would pay dearly to see her in a movie. The wheels in his head were spinning quickly as he directed her to the clothing racks and the changing room.

When she picked out an outfit and told him she was going back to try it on, Bill giggled like a young kid. Reaching below the counter he pushed the record button on the video recorder, an image of the empty dressing room popping up on the tiny monitor. Even though the monitor only showed a grainy black and white image, he knew the recorder would be capturing a detailed color image as Melinda appeared in the booth.

She had practically looked directly into the hidden camera, as if she knew it was there, yet stripped completely naked, pouring herself into the tight fitting, fresh leather. The scene wasn't long, but it was enough to fuel many a lonely night for Bill, and possibly be enough incentive to coax Melinda into doing more!

When she had appeared and modeled the outfit, Bill's eyes nearly popped out; Melinda looked better in the outfit than the model on the package did. Melinda's breast threatened to spill out over the tight fitting bra. Her long legs were accentuated by the black leather, her hips bared. The chains were a removable accessory that she chose to keep attached, only making her look even more sluttish.

When Bill teased her about making movies, he had only been kidding. But when Melinda accepted his suggestion as a viable option, his heart nearly jumped into his throat! He processed her payment already visualizing what kind of movies he'd like to make with her!

His jaw was still dragging on the floor as Melinda Gordon ... the prim and proper lady of town ... was walking out the door in the bright of day wearing practically nothing! She had not a care in the world of what the other biddies in town would think of her, strutting proudly onto the streets. Bill realized he had completely misjudged the young shop-owner and vowed to never ever again, judge a book by its cover.

While Melinda was out, Bill went to the changing room and gathered up her clothing. He picked up the dainty lace panties and fisted them, bringing them to his nose, inhaling her fresh bouquet! He placed her clothing under the counter for safe keeping, until her return, keeping her panties in his hand. He constantly sniffed her panties, fueling his private desires, which would make him lots and lots of money!
 
Candy loved all the attention from the boys at the fire station. She knew they loved her little outfit and the way it fit her so tight as sexily. They were a horny bunch and she knew they all wanted to fuck her. It felt just like being on the red carpet for the annual porno "porky" awards. She could imagine herself posing with this hulky men around the fire truck and even fucking a few of them.

The midday sun was hot upon her. Two new guys were polishing the truck and she made a special effort to tease them as she flaunted herself at the boys. They were red faced but sporting flagpole like cocks as she bent and twisted near them. The others were whistling and teasing and it was good fun to Candy.


Candy didn't even realize that Jim had appeared. She had lost herself in all the male attention. For a moment she had even forgotten she was Melinda - Mrs. Goody-Goody. As she turned around she then saw Jim standing and gawking her at like the others. She figured he was pleased with the little surprise and probably made him feel very proud. Every other guy there was probably dying to be Jim Gordon right now. Candy had made Jim a legend in the fire hall. She was now grinning at Jim and eager to take him somewhere quiet and private - like a bathroom, so they could screw each other silly.

But Jim wrecked the mood and the moment as he suddenly sprang over with his fire coat and started to wrap it around it.

"What are doing?" Candy objected as Jim tried to cover her up.

Candy was pissed at Jim's over protectiveness. Though she resisted he won out and soon he was blocking her front from the boys with fire coat much to the dismay and complaints of the other firemen.

"But Jim...." Candy tried to explain but was cut off as Jim warned away the recruits and the other guys:

"Okay! Enough! Enough! Back to work!"

Candy laughed as the two recruits continued to eyeball her up and down and they were obviously still imagining her in the sexy black leather outfit. She debated stripping right there in front of every one. That would teach Jim a lesson. The snobby little Ms. Prissy Melinda would be taught a lesson too, Candy thought to herself.

Once the firemen finally backed away and Jim had her relatively alone Candy was further pissed off as Jim let into her:

"Mel ... Mel ... Melinda! Whaaat are you doing ..."

"Jim... I just wanted to surprise you... I thought you would like a little surprise... It was hard for me you know to take a risk like this... You always tell me to come and visit you.... I did.... and I see you're embarrassed of me" Candy replied angrily as she pretended to brush away a tear. She was doing her best to try to shift the blame back to Jim.

A honk of car's horn triggered an automatic response from Candy and she turned and waved at the young male driver. Candy had completely forgotten that Melinda Gordon would never have done that. Looking to Jim she could see that he was very pissed and shocked.

"Just for this.... I'm going..... I was going to give you a blow job... Now I'm not!!!" Candy yelled out so that any of the men still lingering about could hear it.

"I bet your buddies wish they had me for a wife!" Candy added as further fuel to the fire as she now walked off with Jim's fire coat. It was labeled in the front over the pocket "GORDON".

Hmmm... I guess I fucked that up..... But I can do one better.... Maybe a little movie Candy decided as she headed back to the porno shop.

It was a short walk and some of the locals still gawked at her as "Melinda Gordon" strolled down the street in some skanky outfit with a fireman's coat covering her up. There was lots of gossip now floating around town.

Candy didn't care as she walked directly across the shopping district and back into the porno shop. She felt angry and unappreciated. She wanted revenge on Jim and Melinda. She wasted no time as she announced in a confident voice to old Bill:

"I want to star in one of your movies..... I'm a quick study and I'll take direction.. When and where.... The sooner the better so I don't chicken out".

Candy smiled seductively at old Bill as she dropped the fire coat to the ground. She could see Bill's face light up in appreciation.

"But I want to use Jim's coat as a prop. You can pick the oufit and storyline... I'll cooperate... I'm just an amateur and I bet you're a pro at this..."

Little did old Bill know that Melinda Gordon (with Candy in charge) had tons of porno experience......

In seconds Bill was handing Melinda a pen and a contract to sign. Candy didn't bother reading and instead simply signed off the waiver and produced Melinda's driver's license as proof of her identity and age.
 
Jim Gordon

Jim was speechless and dumbfounded! His jaw hung down, and his eyes were wide in disbelief. There was no way this could be happening!

Melinda was just there, looking hotter and sexier than she'd ever looked, ready to throw herself at Jim, and he *was embarassed of her*? Those were the words she used! Was he? Or was he keeping his prize to himself? Had she really come down to the firehouse, just to give him a blowjob? Or, did she just say that to make him regret his decision to cover her up? Did his firemen buddies want her as a wife? Did they secretly covet her, or lust after her? They had always told him he was a lucky guy to have her as a wife. Were they just being polite, or did they want to have an affair with her?

God! Jim's head was spinning! It was still spinning, watching her walk off into the park, wearing his fireman's coat, emblazoned with his name on it!

"MELINDAAaaaaahhh," he yelled out to her, only to be drowned out by the sudden blaring siren, signaling an emergency dispatch.

Jim would've still been standing there, had Dan not come and grabbed him. "C'mon Jim, she'll be home waiting for you! Fire! Market and Sixth! We gotta go!"

Jim spun and ran to the lockers, grabbing a spare coat, with no name on it, along with his boots and other supplies. He jumped onto the truck that was already pulling out of the driveway!

Despite the high of heading to a working fire, Jim found himself staring into the faces of his firefighting cohorts. Which one of them would fuck his wife behind his back? He couldn't get the image out of his head, his frustration, slowly turning to rage!

Pulling up to the fire scene, all Jim noticed was the thick black cloud, waiting to envelop them!
 
Bill Smith

Bill Smith stood in awe, quickly shoving his fist, which was still holding her panties, under the counter. Melinda Gordon, the most prissy conservative he had ever met, was standing before him once again. This was the same conservative woman, that had just bought a sexy, very revealing outfit from his seedy establishment. This was the same conservative woman that wore that same, sexy outfit, out onto the streets in the middle of the day, walking boldly through the park. This was the same conservative woman, who left her clothes, and her panties behind, the same panties he was holding and had been sniffing!

Now, this same conservative woman, Melinda Gordon was hunched over his counter, showing him her tempting cleavage, as she scribbled her signature on the release form. The fireman's jacket wasn't clasped closed.

As she signed the papers, Bill saw the official patch of the local fire department, and then the name plastered on the patch. "Oh this is going to be so sweet," he thought to himself. The blackmail opportunities were going to be endless, and limitless! Not only was he going to feature Melinda in a movie, her real name would be used, and the fireman's jacket included. He'd have the movie, which would make him a mint, he'd have her husband Jim at his beckoning, and he'd have something on the firehouse!

He ran to the door of his shop and flicked the 'OPEN' sign off. He locked the door and returned to the counter. Dragging Melinda by her wrist he led her to the back room, grabbing a cheap excuse for a fireman's helmet from the sexy costume rack. "Wait here," he ordered, leaving Melinda in the rather non descript gray room, the walls lined with cardboard boxes.

Bill went to his office and retrieved several video surveilance cameras. He programmed the recorder to focus solely on the back room, recording each of the wireless cameras in their entirety. He made a sweep of the facility and rounded up the three patrons that had been in the back, watching videos in the private booths. Rather than ushering them out, he ushered them to the back room. He knew the three men, they were regulars, coming in quite often to spend time viewing the vast array of movie selection available within the privacy of the booths.

Bill introduced Melinda to Mike, a slightly older man, roughly Bill's age, though in good shape. Behind him was Nigel, a college-aged youth, of oriental descent, tall, skinny, and lanky. He was somewhat shy and bashful. Behind Nigel, was a tall, well-built, bald-headed black gentleman. He was introduced to Melinda, as Malcolm!

Setting up the cameras, Bill informed them that the title of the film was going to be, 'Four Alarm Fire'! He placed the plastic helmet on Melinda's head. He took her to the side, out of the camera's view and gave her her lines, the only lines she needed to know!

Bill joined the other men in the middle of the room.

"Action," he called out.

Melinda was to hurriedly rush into the group, huffing and puffing, as if she was out of breath, and then she was to call out! "I'm on fire, and I need some hoses to douse these flames!"
 
Candy was psyching herself up for making a movie. Normally Malcolm was her leading man and she had no idea what Bill had planned for this little adventure. She had no idea of his dark heart and had wrongly assumed him to be just a harmless dirty old fart.

Bill seemed in a sudden rush to get started as he closed up his shop and almost dragged Candy into a rather dull looking gray room. Before she could ask questions Bill had handed her a cheap plastic fireman's helmet and he was gone.

"But...." Candy had started to ask but she was too slow. Suddenly Bill seemed to have a certain life in him. For a studio the little gray room seemed rather small and boring to what she was used to. She was hoping for some more make-up and to make sure her hair was perfect before the filming crew did their magic with the set.

As directed by Bill, Candy waited in the little gray room where the walls were lined with cardboard boxes.

A few minutes later, as Candy stood there in her fire coat labeled "Gordon" she was introduced to three men. They were hardly the studly type she was used to working with. She sensed they weren't even professionals.

In her head Candy tried to remember their names:

Mike is old.... but fit.... Nigel... Asian college kid.... probably a small cock... then a well bit hulky black man... named Malcolm.... No way....Maybe he'll do

Candy listened as Bill feverishly set up his cameras as he explained the basic concept:

"Four Alarm Fire... Melinda wear the helmet and coat.... Front shot.... Few simple lines on the computer prompter.... Don't adlib.... Just follow along!... The boys have their own directions... Try to be confident and strong... Remember ... You invited these boys to the station for a good time"

That's it.... Candy thought and her thinking was interrupted as Bill turned on the camera and yelled out:

"Action!"

On cue, the film recorded Melinda rushing into the center of the group of men. The camera took a great picture of her face, name tag, hair, and smile as she entered the scene. She pretended to have run a long distance and make the effort to breath hot and heavy.

As the men gather around her she called out to them:

"I'm on fire, and I need some hoses to douse these flames!"

The TelePrompTer cue her, and she ever so slowly unbuttoned her fire coat and let it fall to the ground. The men were smiling at her skimpy and trashy leather costume that amply displayed her shape and curves.

Per the prompter she then called out in a pleading voice: "I'm so hot... I needed to be hosed... Help me.. Help me please...."
 
Bill Smith & the boys

Bill led the way, once Melinda joined them and shed her husband's jacket, revealing herself in the outfit she had purchased from his shop. He laid the jacket out on the ground so the "GORDON" name was face up, boldly visible, and with the help of the other men, brought Melinda to the center. The men wasted no time, quickly and deftly ridding Melinda of the tight fitting outfit, their hands running all over her flesh, poking, prodding, pinching, rubbing everywhere and anywhere they could.

Their hoses, were whipped out in likewise quick fashion, making Melinda kneel in the middle of them, now with four cocks at her disposal. Since Bill was the director, he was the first to ensure that his short, but very thick cock was presented to Melinda's mouth for servicing. Mike and Malcolm made sure Melinda's hands were wrapped around their shafts, while Nigel stood to the side for the moment, idly stroking his shaft, patiently waiting his turn.

Bill was surprised at how efficiently the seemingly conservative Melinda handled the four of them. He was sure, he'd have to put a lot of pressure on her to perform like she was, but it was like she was a pro, having done this for a lifetime! He groaned, as her tongue cradled his shaft as her cheeks hollowed, her head bobbing, urging the fat purple head, to the back of her throat. It didn't take long for Bill to become hard as a rock, teetering on the brink of explosion.

He pulled away, giving him a chance to relax, making room for the others. Round and round they went, each man giving their hoses to Melinda, fueling her fire further and further, making her more determined to have their hoses spray her down. As each one neared eruption, they'd pull out, saving their release, delaying the climax, making room for the next one in line.

Melinda must've gone from cock to cock, to cock at least three times, long drools of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Nearly thirty minutes had passed, and the four men were as hard as steel! They gathered tightly around Melinda, each of them groaning as they gripped their own shafts and began pumping.

Melinda knelt patiently beneath them, Bill noting how wide, and hungry her eyes looked, waiting patiently for the first load to fill her open, waiting mouth. Each hand was furiously flying over their shafts, a mere blur to the cameras recording the dirty deed.

Bill knew he'd make a ton of money with this hot video vixen. He knew he could make her a star, if she'd let him. He had her with this video, it'd be easier to blackmail her into performing for more videos, now that he had this one! His mind was already spinning devious plans as his hand fisted his phallus!
 
Candy smiled seductively at the men and laughed as she played out the little game with the four men as they engaged in their orgy. It was a little strange that the big strong husky boyfriend (Malcolm) wasn't in the film with her and that there was no fancy set or camera crew. This whole thing seemed pretty low budget to Candy though she played along happily.

The four men sure didn't waste time as they quickly and nimbly stripped Melinda from the sexy leather outfit as they grinned like school boys as they marveled at her perfect perky breasts and ever so small and dainty nipples. Candy could tell they were aroused at seeing Melinda's naked body and she made the effort to make each of them feel special as she teased and seduced them.

Candy grinned like a cat, as she let the men run their hands running all over her sexy little body. They poked, prodding, pinched and rubbed all her delicate places in an effort to stimulate and excite her. She in turn made a point of touching their cocks, stroking them, and doing her best to rub herself against their bodies.

Four was an awkward number for Candy and she doubted that Melinda could have pulled it off. The men were quick to whip out their erect dicks and to surround her. She didn't resist or push them away, in an orderly manner, she knelt naked before the men and one by one in systematic fashion she sucked off each of the men. Her Velvet tongue worked each of the men hard and fast, and she didn't hesitate to to use her hands. She moaned as the men in turn worked her nipples, touched her sweet rear-end or finger fucked her wet pussy.

It took longer than expected for Melinda's body to become aroused. Candy fingered that Melinda had probably been fucked by only her husband and so she wasn't used to many hands probing and touching her. So Candy began to recondition Melinda's body so that she could be turned on by any man. When any man began to touch and stroke her she would get aroused and have a hard time to control her natural urges.

Candy didn't realize the little game the boys were playing. She worked hard to suck them off and to make them squirm under her expert touch. Each of them got the royal treatment as she encouraged them to touch her boobs as she worked their erection hard in her mouth trying to milk their cocks of their precious seed. Each time she was so close to making them explode, but to her surprise that's when they would switch on her.

As she sucked off one, she kept her soft hands working on the cocks of the next two. This typically brought the reaction of a second man either touching her breasts or playing with her hair. The third man always seemed to focus on her pussy as he traced the entrance to her sweet portals of pleasure. The more she got into their blow job, the more intense she felt the boys teasing her nipples, pinching her ass, or fingering her hot wet pussy.

It had taken longer than normal for Candy, but she could feel Melinda's body heating up and the familiar hot sensation between her legs. Candy was now moaning softly as the boys teased and toyed with her body. Every so often she sneak a peak at the TelePrompter but it simply flashed "SUCK COCK!".

After thirty minutes of intense cock sucking Melinda felt her jaw going sore. The men were still hard as steal and she knew she needed a new plan otherwise they would exhaust her. As if precisely at a secret cue the men circled tightly around her and they began groaning as they gripped their own shafts and began jerking off. Melinda played along as she now rubbed her own hands across her body as the camera rolled on. Melinda used her right hand to tweak her nipples and her left hand to finger her pussy. She wanted the opening nice and inviting for the boys.

Candy was lost as she moved from man to man trying to make eye contact. She didn't know who would be first. Looking at the Asian man, she rushed forward and tried to gobble his cock in her hot wet mouth. He pushed her gently backwards as it was right then that Candy realized the men were planning to shower her with their cum. It was a dirty deed but safe enough.

A wicked smile spread across Candy's face as she was determined to open her mouth and try to catch as much of the flying cum as she could. Seconds later, the men were calling out to her as they sprayed their loads on her face and breasts.

"Mmmmmm gooodddd!" Candy proclaimed as they continued to spray Melinda's body. The men were grunting and laughing. They were having a ball busting time as Melinda scrambled under them on her knees. As they finished they squirts, Melinda jacked it up a notch as she called out to them in a challenging voice:

"Who's ready to fuck my hot steamy pussy? I need a fireman to really hose me good!"

As the words drifted to the smiling horny men, Candy lay down on her back on the white carpeted floor, and spread her legs wide for the camera.....

"Come on honey... Come fuck Melinda's pretty pussy... You boys like pussy right?" Candy spoke in a seducing voice as she wiggled her hips at the men trying to induce a good hard fuck. She was horny as a bitch in heat and needed some satisfaction of her own.
 
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