How could I let him do that to me... (PM interest)

[Brigitte92]

How could I let him do that to me... (CLOSED)

"So, what kind of underwear are you wearing, Ashley?" Derick said with a sinister smile, pointing the camera to my face. Michael, my boyfriend, sat on the loveseat inches away from Derick. He practically groaned underneath his breath as I played with my hair while Derick recorded my reaction. He must have hated it that I was enjoying the attention and that whatever Derick was doing, that it was working on me.

"Why? What does it matter?" I answered while Derick got up and walked towards me. He slowly traced his hand down my bare arm and gave me a sly smile. God that sent shivers down my spine. How did that feel so damn good?

"Because I want to know what that big sexy ass of yours is wearing." he said simply, while Michael got up and raise his hands in frustration. "Come on Ashley, this is fucking stupid."

"Can you show me Ashley?" he said, playing with the waistband of my tights. I didn't object and the only answer that he got from me was some heavy breathing. "Just jiggle that ass for the camera."

"Okay, that's enough."

Michael grabbed Derick by the arm, his eyes confrontational for the first time tonight. He allowed this to go on way too far and he was desperate to make it stop. Derick wasn't going to have any of that and for a second, it look like those two were going to fight. However, I spoke out "Michael, let Derick be. I want to show him."

My boyfriend let go and left the room again, leaving Derick, some friends and I alone in the room. "Is the camera ready?" I said simply when I dropped my tights slowly. Derick aimed behind me to take the recording:

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"I can't wait to ride that." he said softly "I love college chicks."

"W-What was that?" I asked, jiggling my round yet firm ass.

"I said, can you you say your name to the camera babe?"

"Again? Oh...um, my name is Ashley Stone."

...

I guess you'd like to know how this all started.

Let's go back a bit.

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My character:

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Name: Ashley Stone
Age: 18
Height:5'8"
Cup size: 32D

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I was at my place, wearing a simple loose pink t-shirt and pair of glittery, multicolored tights. It was a real simple Tuesday and I mean it for every sense of the word - my parents were out of town for another two weeks, I had summer break and as crazy as this sounds, the house all to myself. I know, not many parents would leave their beautiful suburban home alone with their daughter, who barely graduated from high school - but I wasn't your typical high school senior. I mean, I got accepted to Yale with a full scholarship; I never got so much as a parking ticket and I was even in the choir at church!

Yeah, sorry. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but give you an idea as to why I'd get the home to myself.

Anyway, so my tranquility of eating cereal from the couch and watching television was pushed aside when my cellphone began to ring. I would have ignored it, but I could see from the screen that it was Michael, my boyfriend, calling me.

"Hey honey." I said, answering the phone and turning off the television.

"Hey baby. I uh...I have a huge favor to ask of you."

 

[StFornicate]

When I got that email from Michael, I was, frankly, blown away. All of my wildest dreams had come true.

Hang on.

Let me back up. I'm Derrick Kane. If you haven't heard from me, well, you haven't been cruising porn on the interwebs lately. My production company, Kane's Sin Unlimited, is the newest, biggest thing in amateur porn.

Here's how it works. Basically, I get a message from someone, about a girl that needs to have her brains fucked out. Sometimes it's too teach her a lesson, sometimes it's revenge, and sometimes, like this time, it's just fucking perfect. Usually, I throw a party. The girl who's got the "hit" out on her isn't the only bitch getting fucked there, of course!

Here's the email I got from Michael.

"Derrick,

My girlfriend is totally hot. She would make such a great slut, but she's such a prude and needs to be opened up to things. She won't do it for me, but you have that magic thing you do. Throw a party for us, and she is yours.

-Michael"

He included a picture. Well, a few. He's obviously been filming her secretly for a while.

And she was just fucking perfect.

It really didn't take long to get the party organized. A couple days, and it was all set up. There were enough shady parts of Los Angeles that I was able to quickly secure a decent abandoned warehouse for a rave party, and I let Michael know exactly where and when it was going down.

Along with a few hundred of my closest facebook and twitter friends, of course.

 

[Brigitte92]

I had no clue who the hell this Mr. Kane was, or why Michael was so insistent that we go over to one of his parties. I wasn't too crazy about going; from what I understood, it was taking place in one of the more seedy parts of LA but I felt pressured, given that this was the only time that Michael really wanted to attend something crazy - and apparently it was free!

I dressed up in a very casual kind of attire - a loose pink shirt with "I LA" in the middle, multicolored (and somewhat glittery) tights, some simple sandals and a cap that I put on sideways for good measure.

Before leaving, I gave myself a good look in the mirror. I thought that I looked good...even if my boobs kinda stretched the shirt right in the middle a little...and even if my butt looked a little big in my tights.

I was just glad that my mom and dad didn't see me dressed like this. I consoled myself however, by telling myself that I didn't have anything slutty underneath - I mean, I was wearing a modest purple bra and cotton panties.

...

"Hey babe." Michael said when we met up near the downtown area. He leaned in for a kiss on the lips, but I was quick to turn my cheek (I didn't feel comfortable going too intimate yet). Of course, my boyfriend gave me his usual sour face and I couldn't help but laugh a little. It was cute.

"So where's everybody?" I asked, when we made our way to the club (at least, I think it was a club? Michael didn't tell me too much about it).

"Oh, they're already there." he said with a slight grin "So we kinda gotta catch up."

I glanced at my phone; it was a bit late - around 9:30 PM and the party was to start in about half an hour. I hope that we could get there on time!

 

[StFornicate]

The secret spot was already hopping, and I had my hands full making sure everything went off without a hitch. Honestly, it was a killer rave. I knew from just standing around and watching, my guys were making some damn good money pushing party drugs through-out the old abandoned warehouse:

I kept a close eye on the entrance, of course. Ashley Stone would be walking through at any moment, that boyfriend in tow, of course.

This was going to be way too much fun. I had cameras stationed all over the place, and a couple of roving camera guys, too. When she showed up, everything would be recorded...

 

[Brigitte92]

"This is the place?" I asked, almost disappointingly, when we approached the location of the party. Keep in mind that this was the first time that I'd be going to a nightclub and I was expecting something really...fancy, I guess. This just seemed like a remodeled textile factory or some kind of warehouse. Oh well, at least we were invited for free

"Sure is!" Michael said enthusiastically "Come on, we'll be late." before grabbing my hand and dragging me along.

We approached the location and saw many people (some were even going along with some of those big video cameras). There were so many people, in fact, that I wasn't sure that we'd be able to meet up with any of our friends or the so-called star Derick Kane (I mean, how big of a celebrity could he be? I never heard of him!)

However, before too long, Michael called out someone from the crowd.

"Hey Derick!" he said out-loud and that's when I saw an older, rugged looking man come over to us.

 

[StFornicate]

Ashley Stone's arrival, along with her boyfriend and friends, was noticed and recorded by my cameramen, of course. They were on the lookout for her, after all. And so I knew she had arrived well before her boyfriend was calling my name; in fact, he had only seen me because I allowed myself to be spotted. Normally I would be watching the goings-on from the comforts of my control room, but this was a special occasion.

Ashley Stone was a very special girl, after all. That idiot boyfriend of her's, Michael, had confided in me that she was, in fact, a virgin. And a prude at that. He was under the impression that perhaps this party would liven her up a bit, get her to a more impressionable state, because he was just that desperate to get in her pants.

Of course, I had other ideas.

I smirked and made my way over to them. "Michael, good to see ya!" I said, acting for all the world as if we were old family friends, shaking his hand. "This must be the lovely Assley you were telling me about, your girlfriend, right?" I said, deliberately mis-speaking her name as I openly leered at her sexy body!

 

[Brigitte92]

"Michael, good to see ya!"

I watched from a distance as who I presumed to be Derick, approach us from afar. He was happy to see us, that's for sure - hell, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that they were old friends meeting up after being apart for Lord knows how long.

As Derick, he wasn't so much of a looker. Don't get me wrong! He wasn't any Quasimodo or anything - it just seemed that maybe he's been partying too hard. He had quite a bit of stumble on his face and a beer belly. He was a bit taller than Michael, like maybe an inch more (so I guess he was about 5'11 or 6'0" tall).

"This must be the lovely Assley you were telling me about, your girlfriend, right?"

We all had a short chuckle over how he mispronounced my name. Naive and honestly a bit sheltered, I chuckled happily before saying "It's pronounced Ashley!"

Given how friendly those two were being, I thought that it would be nice to come over to him for a quick hug and one of those air kisses that people do.

 

[StFornicate]

She came towards me, arms outstretched for a hug, and I was only too happy to reciprocate.

"Nice to meet you," I said as she came close, and as she came in for one of those faux-air-kisses, I planted a real one firmly on her lips, while wrapping my arms around her to feel those D-cups mashed against my chest, and even taking the opportunity to reach down and grab her big round ass!

"No wonder we call you Assley!" I said, giving her butt another squeeze!

 

[Brigitte92]

"Nice to meet you,"
"Nice to meet you too Derick!"

So, I came in for that greeting - the faux-air-kisses that everyone does. Though, the strangest thing happened; I guess through dumb luck or my air kiss being awkward, our lips touched and he held me in close! It was so strange and my eyes opened wide. As you can imagine, I was so embarrassed and thought that I ruined the whole night.

Somehow, his hands ended up on my big butt; his hands (while big) only able to hold so much. He accidentally squeeze both cheeks, before trying to joke it off as saying:

"No wonder we call you Assley!"

*Squeeze*

Everyone was quiet - Michael and our four friends that joined us when I wasn't looking (Alex, Patricia, Nick and Melissa). I moved away and Michael said "Uh, maybe you shouldn't call her that."

But, here's the thing - I thought that it was a good nickname. I don't know; I always knew that I had a big butt but no one ever thought to be clever like that.

"Oh don't worry Michael. I think it's kinda cool, actually." I spoke, giving Derrick a huge smile.

 

[StFornicate]

"Yeah man, she thinks it's cool!" I replied, looking hard at Michael for a moment, just long enough to make sure he understood just who was the boss around here. I could already see the jealousy brewing in his eyes.

"What, Mike, Assley here never let you grab her ass before?" I asked with a chuckle, before winking at Ashley and quickly moving on.

"Well, this is my party, let me show you around!" I said, waving them along with me as I showed them around. There were people dancing all over, of course. There were several different rooms, each of which had a different theme and a different DJ spinning and mixing records, all of it pretty electronic in nature, that dance music the kids seem to love these days,

We came to the main hall, which featured two massive movie-theatre style screens on either side wall, and the DJ up on a stage at the far end. The screens showed live feeds from some of the cameramen that were roaming around the party, pretty much exclusivey focused on hot girls dancing. There was also a bar.

I turned and looked at the group. Of course, they were all under 21, that much was obvious. They had to show their ID's at the door. It was an 18 and up party, but anyone under 21 was given an armband to wear to comply with local liquor laws and hypothetically keep them from getting any booze at the bar.

"Okay, time for a contest. Who wants a special edition commemorative tee-shirt?" I asked the group of them as they stood there, awestruck by the party raging around them.

 

[Brigitte92]

Michael obviously had something on his mind, and I couldn't help but feel that maybe it was the accidental kiss or grab. But that's all that it was - an honest accident that was just as much my fault as it was his. Maybe I angled it wrong.

"What, Mike, Assley here never let you grab her ass before?" he teased Michael before giving me a wink. I chuckled a bit at the joke, but quickly had to calm Michael down. "Oh come on Michael, he's just kidding!"

"Well, this is my party, let me show you around!"

He waved us along and we followed him.

Once inside, I was astonished over how many lights and people there were inside. Loud music blasted our ear drums, or at least until our ears got used to it (for me, it took about ten minutes). There were all sorts of rooms that led to god knows where and I made sure to stay close; or I could get lost.

Going through crowds of people, I quickly got distracted by the huge screens in the main room. I saw some girls dancing on there, but wondered if it was just a recording, or if it was live? If so, that was insanely impressive.

"Okay, time for a contest. Who wants a special edition commemorative tee-shirt?" Derick said, interrupting my thoughts. People were gathering round and Patricia was excited. The others were so-so about it.

"ME!" I said as loud as I could, jumping up and down from the spot, waiting to hear for whatever the contest was. I nudged Michael to get into the spirit as well.

 

[StFornicate]

I smirked, noticing Ashley's enthusiasm, as well as some a handful of other people gathering around.

"Okay, this is just for the under-21 crowd," I said, "come close!" They pressed in, some ten or so young people that had been within earshot of me. I looked around conspiratorially, and then winked at Ashley.

"Okay, the first one of you that can bring me a a shot of Southern Comfort wins!" I declared, and saw some of the faces fall in immediate disappointment as they looked at the bracelets on their arms. The folks that were over 21 had different-colored wristbands, so ripping them off wasn't an option. I smirked, as a couple of the girls were already on the move...

 

[Brigitte92]

He was so cool - I could see why Michael and the guys liked him so much. The way that the crowd gathered around when he spoke said measures of how much authority he had around here. He gave me a quick wink when I looked at him, a big grin soon coming across my face.

"Okay, the first one of you that can bring me a a shot of Southern Comfort wins!"

"But..." I said, disappointed of the fact that getting Southern Comfort would be near impossible for me. Without so much as a word, I darted away from the crowd (and from Michael) as I made my way to the bar.

"One...Southern Comfort." I said to the bartender, who wouldn't budge on the matter. He wasn't an idiot and knew damn well that I was under 21 (after all, I didn't have the colored wristband.)

I saw the other girls on the move and Derick around the corner.

"I give up Derick." I greeted him with a near pout on my face. "I can't get the bartender to get me the drink. It's impossible."

 

[StFornicate]

I chuckled, just looking at her with a smirk on my face. I could see the other girls wandering about, trying to figure out what to do, some of them even asking random dudes to buy them the shot, but none of them seemed to be getting it done.

"Well, it would be cheating if I helped you!" I said, raising an eyebrow at her. I nodded towards one of my cameramen.

"But I bet if you told that guy over there, with the camera, that you'd suck his dick, he'd take care of you!"

I looked at her, wondering just how she'd respond...

 

[Brigitte92]

"Well, it would be cheating if I helped you!" he said, raising an eyebrow. "But I bet if you told that guy over there, with the camera, that you'd suck his dick, he'd take care of you!"

I laughed at him - he was always making jokes, despite everything. "I'm serious though!" I added, before seeing the camera man move away (with a somewhat disappointed look on his face. "This challenge is too hard and unfair."

I then lowered my hands and made a sad face. Maybe he would help me if I acted like a "damsel in distress". Guys liked that, after all.

 

[StFornicate]

"Well... You can't tell anybody I helped, okay?" I said.

"But what are you gonna do for me, if I do help you? It looks like that redhead over there might have got it figured out..." I said, nodding towards a busty red-head who was shamelessly flirting with an older guy, who right then split off to head to the bar...

I caught the eye of one of the bartenders, and he understood exactly what to do.

 

[Brigitte92]

"Well... You can't tell anybody I helped, okay?"

It worked!

"Oh my god! You're the best!" I said gleefully, ready to hug Derick before he added a condition. I mean, if he scratches my back, I should scratch his. That being said, I wasn't surprised when he added:

"But what are you gonna do for me, if I do help you? It looks like that redhead over there might have got it figured out..."

"Redhead?" I asked, curiously before I turned to see some floozy flirting with an older guy. Whatever she was doing, it seemed to be working - because they were heading to the bar.

"I-I..." I stuttered, glancing around for some sort of help. Then I remembered...the hug! We accidentally kissed on the lips right? So how about one quick peck on the lips?

"How about a kiss on the lips? Like before?!"

 

[StFornicate]

"Deal!" I said, and immediately grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up and into my body again, planting a kiss on her lips and holding her there as my tongue forced itself past her lips and into her mouth!

Goddamn but those titties felt good pressed against me! I freely grabbed her ass and squeezed again before letting her go.

 

[Brigitte92]

"Deal!"

He caught me by surprise! He quickly grabbed me by the wait, lifting me up and holding me tight. His mouth quickly got to mine and his tongue quickly went into my mouth. I didn't French kiss or anything though! I just let his tongue leave on its own and once again, his hands gave my butt another squeeze.

"So uh..." I said, chuckling and wondering if anyone saw that. I saw the red head having trouble with the bartender and figured that this was my only shot! I grabbed Derrick's arm and pulled before saying "Let's get that drink! Please!"

 

[StFornicate]

"Go talk to the blonde bartender over there. If I go with you, everyone will know the game was rigged," I said, letting her go from my grasp and winking at her once more, my eyes lasciviously lingering in her abundant cleavage before I smirked at her and turned around to leave her.

The bartender knew the deal, of course. They were all on my payroll, after all.

 

[Brigitte92]

"Go talk to the blonde bartender over there. If I go with you, everyone will know the game was rigged,"

"Oh." I said, letting go of his arm. "That sounds about right! Sorry!"

I of course, ran towards the bartender. As I made my way, I noticed that the redhead had left and I wasn't entirely sure if she had won. Still, I leaned over the bar and said "Oh um..."

The bartender simply pulled out a bottle from underneath the bar and said "Right, here's your bottle that you left earlier. Enjoy your Southern Comfort!"


"T-Thanks." I said, nervously as I took the bottle and wondered off to my friends. Derick was there, of course, and I simply showed him the bottle and said "I got it!"

 

[StFornicate]

She came up to me about a half-step before the redhead did, but carrying a full bottle, instead of just the single shot the redhead had acquired.

"I think we got a winner!" I declared, taking the bottle from her and taking a quick, short, swig off it. I had the tee-shirt folded up in my back pocket, and pulled it out. I didn't unfold it.

"But if you want this, you gotta take a couple shots first!" I declared. Conveniently (and totally according to plan) a serving girl was there with a tray full of empty shot glasses, that she set down on the table. I started pouring out shots. "I'm happy to share," I said with a lascivious grin as I eyed the girls' breasts around me.

"Drink up and it's yours!" I said, waving to the tray of shots, my eyes locking with Ashley's.

"I don't think this is such a good idea..." Michael was saying behind her...

 

[Brigitte92]

I was shocked to see the redhead here, holding up a shotglass at the same time as I came in with the bottle. I stretched my hand up, holding the bottle, trying to get the attention of Derick. Luckily, he noticed me and with a grin, he yelled:

"I think we got a winner!"

He took the bottle from my hands and pulled out a tee-shirt.

"But if you want this, you gotta take a couple shots first!"
"Shots?"

I then looked to my side and saw a serving girl, dressed in skimpy clothing, come with a tray full of empty little glasses. She set them on the table, where Derick placed the bottle. Needless to say, my heart was racing - I never drank before!

"I'm happy to share," he said with another grin, adding: "Drink up and it's yours!"

"I don't think this is such a good idea..." Michael said softly behind me. I ignored my boyfriend and said "Sure! Let's do this!"

He filled the shot glasses before me and I prepared myself to take my first sip of alcohol. I slowly brought one shot glass to my mouth, sniffing the alcohol before drinking it down.

And here's what surprised me - it tasted good! I always imagined alcohol to just taste like burning, but this has a taste of fruit in it. This wasn't so tough!

"One!" someone called out as I finished the first shot glass. I went for another.
"Two!"

And another.

"Three!"

And one more...

"Four!"

Everyone cheered me as I raised my arms triumphantly. I did it! My eyes locked to Derick's and I gave him a quick wink, just like he did so much before.

 

[StFornicate]

I watched her take her shots, one after the other, along with a few other underage girls. She even winked at me.

Perfect. I let the shirt unfold as I held it up. It read across it I Derrick Kane".

"You gotta wear it though," I said with a smirk. I wondered how hard the booze had hit her. "Take your top off and put this on!" I demanded, noting with a smirk the cameraman off to the side.

I already knew she would be on the big screen...

 

[Brigitte92]

"No way." Michael said with a slight laugh "She's not going to do that."

But my boyfriend couldn't be more wrong - I got this far and I wanted to wear that shirt!

I took off my cap and pulled off my top. Everyone around me cheered when I was on the big screens in the room. I stared right at the camera and then to the screen; seeing myself grin and wave. I then jumped up and down a few times, watching as my own 32D cup breasts jiggled and bounced slightly in my purple bra.

I quickly put on the shirt that spelled out "I Derrick Kane" across my chest.

"Done!" I yelled out before crapping my cap and putting it back on sideways.