Kayleigh and the pervert (Closed)

[Little_Red_Rose]

Monday at 11:00 AM:
Kayleigh's apartment
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I couldn't believe that I was going through with this. I was going to write a story about my college's most notorious pervert - John.

John was probably the nuttiest guy I knew. He wasn't crazy though, so don't get the idea that he's sacrificing goats to a pagan god, or something stupid like that. By him being nutty, I mean his reputation. You have to understand that while St Michaels College was a relatively big school, with a large campus and all, word spread around quickly and the fact of the matter is that John was known to be a bit of a deprived individual. From what I understand, despite being about 33 years old, John targets undergraduate girls like me. I didn't watch the videos, but according to some people around campus, John used a pseudonym to post some really messed up sex tapes online. The famous example being that he had a video online of him fucking Julia Simmons (an ex-cheerleader from my residential building). Maybe fuck is too nice of a term; apparently, he absolutely demolished her to the point where she dropped out of school and never came back. While I'm sure that she could have had some charges pressed on John (for the video, at least), she never did. But notwithstanding, being a journalist student and all, I wanted to get a good story on this pervert in question. I knew that I could get close to him - close enough, anyway. I heard that he was eyeing a certain fit Asian girl on campus, one with huge round butt and perky 32C cup tits.

In other words, he was eyeing me.

As for me? My name's Kayleigh, I'm 18 years old and I can say without much arrogance that I'm pretty damn hot. Don't worry, I know how conceited I sound but I would have to be pretty naive to not know this, right? I'm fit and tall, standing at about 5'8" tall (without any heels on or anything). My hair is perfect from how much I take care of it - long, thick, and dark with natural waves. I have a smooth round face, hazel-green eyes, full lips, and straight, white teeth. But as you might have guessed, I'm a bit more than just a pretty face. In other words...well, my body. Somebody once told me that I had a body sculptured for the most depraved kind of porn. I'm all natural by the way; perky 32C cup breasts, an hourglass body and luscious thighs. In most specific measurements, my waist is about 28 inches and my hips are 42 inches. I guess what I'm most proud of is my phenomenal backside. Just so you know, while I exercise daily - my ass is big; it's soft, has that perfect round shape everyone loves, bulges out nicely when I bend over and has just a slight jiggle whenever I walk.

"I don't get it." Luke said, placing the hidden camera just above my ass - watching as I checked myself in the mirror "Don't you hate John? Why the hell would you go to approach him?"


"Because, my journalism partner thought it was a good idea babe. Don't you?"

Oh right.

So, here I was in my room with Luke - my boyfriend since high school. We were just going over my plan to get John's attention; we knew that he wanted an opportunity to approach me and I was going to give that to him. Then, slowly get to know about him on camera, maybe find some juicy stuff to use against him when I write an article about the dangers on campus. I was so convinced that I had him on a silver platter, that I talked to my partner in my Introduction to Journalism class and we decided that it would make for a great final project. Needless to say, Luke wasn't too happy about this but hey, I knew that some pouting would get him to change his mind.

I checked myself out on the mirror. I was looking pretty damn good.

http://i.imgur.com/URpKFuE.jpg
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Monday at 12:00PM
Introduction to Film​

So, this was it.

This was the class that I shared with John, that pervert. Nervously, I glanced around and saw my journalism parter nod at me from the other end of class, motioning his head towards the back row where John was sitting, with his phone in hand. It's funny, as much as I knew about him, I never really got a good look at him...and the fact that he was hunch over, looking at his phone didn't help. Anyway, so this was his spot and while I was usually the kind of person who would sit on the front row, I decided that maybe I could attract his attention by sitting one row in front of him.

"Excuse me..." I said to a random classmate, moving past a few people who were blocking access to the second last row.

While I was the type of girl with a lot of confidence, my heart was racing as I made my way towards him on the back, left side of the class. I knew that he was a pervert. I knew that he was constantly checking me out and even so, I was bringing myself closer to him. It made me sick, knowing how awful of human being he was and how I was bringing myself closer to him. I was beginning to have second thoughts when all of a sudden -

CLICK CLICK CLICK...​

I had no idea how it happened, but as I was making my way to the utmost left side of the row, right as I passed in front of John, my famous large ass knocked over a few pens on his desk. "Oh god" I said out-loud, embarrassed over how this even happened. John looked at me, watching as I hurried to pick up those pens and said:

"Look at what your fat ass did!"

It was loud enough for me to hear, but thankfully not to the entire class. Still, the sheer audacity to say something like that was enough to made my blood boil. I knew that this man was classless but to say something like that? Who the hell did he think he was? I had to mentally tell myself that this was for the greater good...

"Oh well. At least I get to enjoy the view." he then said with a grin. "Hey, my name is John."

"Kayleigh." I answered simply.

"Well, Kayleigh, why don't you sit here next to me? We'll probably have a team exercise today anyway."

I couldn't argue with that logic. While not too happy about this, I brought my things and sat right next to John. And so, it begins...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

John Taylor

Monday, 11:58 am​

Blondes, brunettes, redheads. Regardless of the variety, some of the best and tastiest little pieces of ass that John could find were all young college girls. After spending literally years hanging around the college flirting and picking them up in bars, he'd stumbled upon a much easier method of gaining access: just re-enroll as an undergrad. He didn't really care too much whether he passed or failed-he simply had to put forth enough effort to make his presence plausible while attending often to pick out a few targets to approach. He had a talent for spotting just the right personality, the type who get a slight thrill from being dominated and degraded.

Over the past couple of years, he'd even started filming his conquests. He shared them with various porn-hosting sites, giving him a little supplementary income from the royalties. His prized conquest was that cheerleader bitch he'd just finished dominating. Of course, she wasn't around any more. She was so ashamed about having missed a couple of football games and a basketball game because she was too busy getting pounded from behind-while wearing her cheerleading outfit, of course-that she'd eventually dropped out. That was the best. She'd cried a little bit, but she screamed so hard when she came-and came and came-to make the whole scene very hot. But even humiliating cheerleaders gets old, so he dumped her a few weeks ago.

He'd had his eye on a new conquest, anyway. Her name was Kayleigh. Lovely lips that he could already imagine sliding up an down his hard cock...not to mention her ass. It was made to be spanked, clearly. He enjoyed watching that firm ass sway as she walked-she couldn't not shake it, as big as it was. Even better, however, was that one of his little proteges had given him notice on her. She was looking for a way to stop him, or expose him, or something-he didn't really understand her motivations, but he'd told Brian to give her the idea of recording his perverse passes as part of a journalism project. It was just like any 18-year-old taking her first journalism class to suddenly get the idea that she's Bob Woodward tracking down the Watergate tapes.

So he found himself eyeing her as she walked into the intro-to-film class. To his surprise, she walked right up past him, edging toward the center of the aisle. As she started approaching, he caught how her ass was bumping the edge of practically every desk on the row. So John put some writing utensils right on the edge of his own desk until he saw her brush past...and every pen quickly scattered to the floor. She quickly bent over to try to scoop them up, unknowingly angling her big ass toward him.

"Look at what your fat ass did!" John saw her stiffen at the comment, but her face went a little bit red as well. It was then, in that moment, that John realized just how far he could take this slut. She was going to succumb to depths of depravity that she hadn't even imagined yet.

"But at least you gave me a nice view." John winked at her as she handed his color-coded pens back to him, taking her hand. "My name is John, by the way." This was a formality, honestly-at this point, she knew who he was, and he knew her, thought they'd never been formally introduced.

John invited her to sit next to him during their lecture that day. She, naturally, agreed.

The lecture started. Intro to film didn't talk about anything technique-related, just large themes. Today's topic was simply about the effective use of visual storytelling-for instance, framing clocks in the shot during "High Noon" to convey the passage of time, and the filmmaker's need for a ticking clock element. John wrote down a few notes and tilted his head to the side, scanning the girl sitting next to him.

After just a short while, he got quite bored with the lecture. He took his blue pen and started doodling, drawing something. He made sure that Kayleigh to see what it was as it started coming together-a quick little doodle of her ass as she bent over in front of him...with her pants starting to slide down her waist. He didn't make eye contact, but he knew that she noticed what he was doing. Then he drew a hand on his notepad groping that ass from behind. And then, eventually, the words underneath the little doodle. "You love it, don't you?"

As the lecture started winding down, John glanced over at Kayleigh, pretending like she hadn't noticed what he was drawing. "So this stuff is pretty easy, basic stuff, ya know?" He gave her a slightly lecherous grin. "I could certainly think of some more exciting uses for my time, couldn't you?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

As I sat down right now to the notorious John Taylor, I couldn't help but feel a bit bitter. This was to the point where I couldn't pay attention to the lecture going on in class; sure, some (if not most) students believed that the subject was way too broad and boring elements, but I was the kind of student who always gave it my all. Not today though - my skin felt all hot and uncomfortable, the kind of emotion you'd get right after a heated shouting match with somebody. Only in my case, I couldn't yell at this thirty year old man because that would ruin my chances of this big scoop. I tried to calm myself, thinking about how good it will feel to expose him to campus. I tried to ignore his stare, when I caught him eyeing me in the middle of class, writing something on a few sheets of paper. I was assuming that he was writing down notes and believe me, I really tried to ignore him. That is, until my curiosity got the best of me and I glanced at what he was writing down...

...and I saw that they were not notes at all. Mouth agape, I watched him draw what looked like to be me, bending in front of him just as I did moments ago. Only in his perverted vision of it, my pants began to drop and you could use the outlines of the top of my ass cheeks. My skin got a bit red, or at least that's what it felt like, when I read what he had written underneath
"You love it, don't you?" with a hand groping my ass. I quickly looked away and pretended that I didn't see that. The rumors weren't true at all - this guy was somehow even more fucked up!

I was thinking to myself that maybe I wasn't the best person to handle John. I didn't know when I was going to snap and quite frankly, while people think that I'm a very outgoing person, I was still sheltered a lot during my teenage years. So, having someone eye me like John, talk to me like John and apparently draw me like John was feeling a bit overwhelming. But then again, I thought of poor Julia Simmons and how this asshole ruined her life. This was bigger than my own ego! I needed to destroy this guy with the most scathing article imaginable.

"So this stuff is pretty easy, basic stuff, ya know?" he said as interrupted my thoughts with the most mischievous grin imaginable "I could certainly think of some more exciting uses for my time, couldn't you?"

I shushed him at the professor eyed us for a second, momentarily stopping the lecture before continuing on. I didn't want to get a bad reputation with the teachers, you know - if I wanted to get to grad school, I absolutely needed good recommendations. Either way, once the coast was clear, I figured that for my investigation to go anywhere that I needed to interact with this guy...as repulsive as I thought his personality was!

"I guess. What exactly did you have in mind?" I asked with my voice as low as I could, trying not to make eye contact with John. Then again, I might have because that stupid drawing of his was still on my mind. Seriously, who does that?!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

The lecture was winding down as Dr. Frasier was giving details on the assignment that was due in two weeks-just a couple of pages response to the film viewing, which was pretty typical for most underclassmen classes. John was busy paying attention to his companion, however.

"I guess. What exactly did you have mind?"

John tried to keep his smile from appearing too lecherous, even though his eyes scanned down her body, not even hiding the fact that he was looking at her breasts and then glancing down at her thighs before looking back up at her face.

"Do you have a class right after this?"

"Well, in about 30 minutes."

"Skip it. Come for a walk with me." He gave a daring look at her eyes, watching her face. "C'mon, you're not such a good girl that you attend every single class-act like a grown-up." He could see a bit of attitude forming behind her eyes, and then she nodded.

"Well...." Kayleigh gave a long pause, looking away from him as Dr. Frasier started answering a few questions from students. "Yeah, okay," she said eventually.

John gave her a smile and scooped up his stuff, just a notepad and a few pens, before walking out of the classroom. He started walking-he had an apartment off-campus and he started walking in that general direction without having any other clean destination in mind. He watched her thoughtfully. "You've got a real pretty face, you know. It's almost as nice to look at as your ass." He let that sink in for a second before asking. "You have a boyfriend or anything?"

As he walked next to her, he playfully allowed his right hand to reach out and snake up the back of her leg and brush against her ass before pulling it away.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

The man was really classless - from the way that he was looking at me, I couldn't help but feel so molested. That grin that he had looked innocent enough; it was how his eyes looked at me, moving up and down my body as I sat in class. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes...which I succeeded at, thankfully enough.

"Do you have a class right after this?"

I paused for just a few seconds. Did I really want this guy to know my schedule? Even so, I knew that I couldn't lie; I had anthropology next and I didn't want to miss it. Maybe I could connect with John at our next class and try to know some secrets about him then.

"Well, in about 30 minutes." I finally admitted.

"Skip it. Come for a walk with me." he answered abruptly, watching my reaction carefully and obviously trying to get me to do what he wanted. "C'mon, you're not such a good girl that you attend every single class-act like a grown-up."

I couldn't help it - I rolled my eyes when he said that, bitter that he would go on and mock me for being a good student. As if behaving like an adult was such a fucking bad thing. I wanted to tell him "Yes John, because we all have to be perverted slackers like you." but I knew that if I did, I would never get the scoop that I wanted. I'd never get him to admit that he has those videos online and that he uploaded them himself. I'd never get him to admit what kind of creep he is on camera.

"Well...." I answered hesitantly, eyeing Dr. Frasier who was going over a few questions and class material. I suppose that I could cut class and just ask someone for their notes. "Yeah, okay,"

I followed John as he picked up his stuff (what little there was, anyway) and walked out of the classroom. A few things happened as we left - for one, I pulled my cap down, trying to avoid being seen - as if the teacher or anyone else really gave a shit. Then I tried to avoid John's gaze for just a few moments, knowing fully well that he was looking at me, or as I would soon find out, my body. "You've got a real pretty face, you know. It's almost as nice to look at as your ass." he finally said, as I gasped from the shock. "Seriously?" I thought to myself, trying not to seem too angered. I couldn't afford to, not that I was getting closer to a damn good story. I paused for a second and tried to act as if that didn't bother me. I needed to act a bit...more like Julia. And how would Julia behave if she was getting hit on by a perv? She'd laugh it off.

Without trying too hard, I laughed at his lewd comment.

"You have a boyfriend or anything?"

"Yeah...I have a boyfriend. We're both undergraduates here." I said, thinking that maybe it would make him a little less flirty. As it turns out, that did nothing to stop John's advances; within moments, his hand accidentally moved by the back of my campus famous thighs and brushed against my even more famous big butt. I resisted the urge to just go ahead and slap him, instead taking the high road and simply moving away. I didn't want to look too cold, and playfully said "Hey! I just said that I was taken." before laughing.

As we walked, I couldn't help but look at John a bit this time. He was about two inches taller than I was and it was difficult to make out right now, but I'd say that he was probably the type to work out occasionally. He wasn't built like a body builder by any means, but has the sort of swimmer like physique; lean and muscular. Or at least, that's what I could tell from the black dress shirt he had on. He wasn't dressed too formal; he wore jeans, like me. His hair was medium-cut and honestly, as much of a pig I thought he was, it looked like he kept himself well groomed.

Anyway, I decided to stop looking at him before he could think that I was checking him out. Soon enough we reached a small convenience store and we stood there for a bit. I couldn't help but feel that John was planning something right now...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

John could tell that she was uncomfortable, even though she tried to laugh off what he did with his hand. That was enough-it confirmed to him that she was going along with this in order to get close to him. Brian had told him that she kept some manner of recording device on her person, so John imagined that she probably had it on her right now. He nodded thoughtfully to himself as he kept walking. He'd still gotten a good handful of her soft ass, and there would be more time to play with it later. John knew that eventually he'd be smacking it with his bare palm later on, and also with his cock.

He felt her eyes on as they walked, and he made a bit of idle chatter about how he was studying film and sound mixing in order to work in the field of viral marketing. He felt her eyes on him as he chatted, letting himself smirk just a bit.. Yeah, you like what you're looking at, slut? thought John.

As they reached the convenience store, John turned to Kayleigh. "I hope you don't mind, I was going to grab something here. I'm low on beer in my apartment. You should come in with me and keep me company." Without waiting to hear her answer, he walked in and went back to grab a 12-pack of Bud Light before walking up to the counter. The clerked asked to see his ID. John rolled his eyes at him. "Really? You're gonna card me?" He pulled open his wallet and flashed him his driver's license.

The clerk glanced at Kayleigh and then back at John. "How old is she?" he asked.

"Doesn't matter, since it's not her beer. I'm buying it." John reached down and lightly grabbed Kayleigh's hand, giving it a squeeze. His thumb lightly traced her knuckle as he held her hand until they were finished ringing up, when he released her hand to grab his beer.

"I live just over that way," John said, pointing toward a gated community of apartments not far off-campus. "But there's a little park just over here." He started walking again, not even looking to see if Kayleigh was keeping up with him.

There was a decent sized stand of trees growing behind the apartment complex with a little walking path, and a few areas cleared out making it a bit of a park. Most of the people living in the apartments took their dogs out there to walk, and there were signs posted telling dog-walkers that they were responsible for cleaning up after their pets. John walked over toward a bench in a secluded little nook, sheltered by the trees, and then took out one of his beers. He opened it and took a swig before he looked at Kayleigh.

"Here, have one with me. Be friendly." When she balked, he rolled his eyes at her. "Come on, I dare you. Or are you just some uptight little princess who has no sense of adventure? Loosen up your tight ass just a bit."

He grinned at her, watching her face, his eyes playful as he held out his beer toward her.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

So, he was bringing me into the stupid convenience store to get some beer. Now is probably the best time to fess up and tell you that for most of my life (in fact, all of it prior to getting to college a few months ago), I lived a pretty sheltered life - strict parents and all. So, when John talked about going in to get some beer, I panicked a little inside without even thinking about it. I wasn't old enough to buy beer and sure, I wasn't buying but the clerk could card me. Would they call the cops right afterwards, when I don't have an ID? Would I be banned from the store? I had no idea how things worked but I couldn't just leave. A good journalist doesn't just run away at the slightest risk, right? Anyway, I walked in with John, watching the area carefully while he picked up a 12-pack of beer. The clerk asked to see his idea and suddenly my heart was beginning to race...

"Really? You're gonna card me?" John answered a bit bitterly, pulling out his wallet and showing his license. I looked away, somehow hoping that not making eye contact would somehow exclude me in all of this. But I think it might have backfired since...

"How old is she?" the clerk asked. I was about to come up with excuses, but thank god that John spoke for me.

"Doesn't matter, since it's not her beer. I'm buying it."

John then reached out and grabbed my hand. He gave it a slight squeeze, feeling my skin. I was still a little nervous that the clerk would insist on seeing my ID and maybe if we acted like a bit of a couple that he would just let us go. So, as his thumb traced my knuckle, I did the same for his. His skin was a bit more rough than I would have imagined, especially in comparison to my soft skin. He eventually let go as the clerk gave him his beer and we were off.

"I live just over that way," he said, the moment we left the convenience store, pointing to a series of apartments not too far off. "But there's a little park just over here."

Then he headed off to the direction of the park. I paused in hesitation, seeing as I wasn't a fan of dimly lit parks. Not to mention, I had a growing suspicion that he wanted to drink there and I knew that had to be illegal. Still, I followed, nearly shouting "Hey, wait up!" before hurrying to him, where he lead us to a bench that was more or less hidden by some trees. Then, just as I predicted, he pulled out a beer and drank it in front of me. He must have noticed the anxiety and/or suspicion in my eyes, before just as he has done for a while, he started to coax me into going against my better judgement.

"Here, have one with me. Be friendly."

There was no way. I couldn't. I shouldn't...

Right?

"Come on, I dare you. Or are you just some uptight little princess who has no sense of adventure? Loosen up your tight ass just a bit."

"God, you're an ass." I finally admitted, giving up and taking a can of beer from him. I eyed it for a second, as if reading the alcohol content would change my situation in the slightest. I hated being called "uptight" and a "princess" so as if to prove something, I opened my car of beer. "Fine, I'll drink a beer with you."

I sipped from the can and winced at the bitter taste. It tasted weird to me, as in I couldn't believe that people drank this often. I realized that John probably noticed my face of disgust and maybe he could guess that I never drank before. To make up for this I took a second, bigger sip. I then eyed the bench and sat on it. John took this opportunity to sit down too, scooting over to me with his leg pressing against my thick (and I've been told alluring) thighs.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"God, you're an ass." John only grinned at and shrugged slightly. "It's okay to live just a little bit. I don't tend to worry too much about arbitrary rules that aren't about hurting anyone." Not that he cared very much about hurting people-he did get off on being a little sadistic and degrading.

"I mean, the drinking age is just about societal views. In some parts of India, it's 25-but I don't get India. In Germany, it's 16-heck, that's true in most of the countries where German is spoken-Austria, Belgium, Denmark-not to mention Spain. And it's 18 for a good portion of the rest of the world." John gave her a grin and tilted his head, enjoying to appear worldly in the presence of his companion.

"Fine, I'll drink a beer with you." She opened it and took a sip, and John saw her make a face. Well, yeah, sheltered was pretty much what he expected from her. He figured he'd introduce her to beer, but later on, he'd find something else sweet to give her to open her up, something she'd enjoy drinking a bit more. But for now, her maturity was called into question, and she wasn't going to allow that.

After she sat down next to him, he continued sipping his beer, enjoying the illusion of privacy. The sounds of traffic were very distant from here, and nobody was in the park. There were some birds making noise in the trees.

John rested his hand on her thigh and lightly began running his hand up and down her leg. "You've got some really nice legs attached to that ass of yours. It's a real eye-catcher. Bet your boyfriend loves the feeling of that ass in his lap, doesn't he?" John laughed, being crude with her. "You enjoying that beer?"

He finished off his own drink and then reached down for another, cracking it open and drinking it. "I mean, I wouldn't expect you to keep up with me, so feel free to nurse that one for a while." John took a deep swig, and then reached up, pulling off Kayleigh's hat and then setting it down on his own lap.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

It's funny - I knew that John was probably not the smartest guy in the world, so I was utterly surprised when he started informing me of drinking ages across the globe. I suppose that John knew how to study...if it was information that he'd think would be useful at some point. Either way, I let those words sink in as I sipped through my beer before placing the can next to me. That's when I noticed that his hand was resting itself on my thigh and I wasn't sure if it was because I noticed, or he would have done otherwise, but then his hand began to run up and down my leg.

"You've got some really nice legs attached to that ass of yours. It's a real eye-catcher. Bet your boyfriend loves the feeling of that ass in his lap, doesn't he?"

Now I wasn't sure if it was the beer, or some placebo effect, but I just watched as his hand (albeit just slightly) felt up my thigh. I laughed at his crude comment, a bit genuine this time, before I replied "Thanks, I guess? I bet he would, but I haven't done that with him." surprisingly myself over how honest that was.

"You enjoying that beer?"

"Oh...yes, thanks." I said, reaching for my can that I maybe finished half-way. Was he already done with his?

"I mean, I wouldn't expect you to keep up with me, so feel free to nurse that one for a while."


I took yet another deep sip, getting used to the taste of beer when I just barely noticed the movement of his hand, right as he took off my baseball cap. I sat there for a second, gasping playfully to the audacity of John to take off my cap. "Excuse me? I think that's mine." I said, more playful than I'd like to admit as I reached for my cap.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

It was nice weather for sitting outside and enjoying a beer, especially with pleasant company. John considered her to be pleasant company, and it seemed that Kayleigh was perhaps reciprocating that feeling. John continued sipping his beer as he sat her cap on his lap. He was intending to tease her about hiding her face, but she quickly took objection to having her cap stolen.

"Excuse me? I think that's mine." She reached over to grab at his hat and he laughed at her as her hand reached down into his lap to pull her hat back..and then he caught her wrist. "What, sorry, did you think this was your hat? It's mine now." He laughed as she wrestled back against his hand, while his other hand was still lightly groping her thigh.

"Aww, did the widdle baby lose her widdle cap?" he teased, as he watched her face. "Besides, you've got a pretty head and a pretty face, you should want to show it off." John's face leaned in a bit. He could smell the beer on her breath a little.

"Fine, you can have your hat back, but you'll have to pay a toll." He grinned and then scooped up her hat, holding it in the hand away from her. "Just slide your sweet ass over and sit down in John's lap, and you'll get your hat back."

He chuckled at her as he waited, making sure not to spill the rest of his beer in the meantime.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Come on...give it!" I said, as he laughed and fended off my attempts to pull my hat away. I didn't like it, but he was a lot stronger than I was and managed to keep it away from me by grabbing my wrist. "What, sorry, did you think this was your hat? It's mine now." he responded and laughed more, his free hand taking the opportunity to slightly grope my thigh. I mean, I noticed but felt like my hat was more important!

"Aww, did the widdle baby lose her widdle cap?" he continued to tease me, making my blood boil and yet made me laugh with him. I wasn't ever teased like this and while I was furious for being mocked like this, I couldn't help but have some fun I guess.

"Besides, you've got a pretty head and a pretty face, you should want to show it off." John said as he leaned in closer to me. He eyed for me a second and I was honestly worried that he was going to kiss me for a moment! Instead, he continued:

"Fine, you can have your hat back, but you'll have to pay a toll." taking my hat and holding it away from me "Just slide your sweet ass over and sit down in John's lap, and you'll get your hat back."

I chuckled but seriously thought about it. Holding my beer in my hand, I sipped on it and wondered if sitting on John's lap would be too far. I mean, sure I wanted a good story but already I was going above and beyond right? I thought about the consequences, if there were any, for a moment before I felt John's hand snake to my hip and began to tug me closer to him. "Hey..." I protested as I sipped before I dropped it - spilling some of it on my white shirt before it fell to the floor.

"Oh no!"

I gasped but as he pulled me, I voluntarily moved my hips up and descended my big butt onto his lap. "You made me drop my beer, you ass!" I said with a bit of a laugh, not caring about how I probably stained my shirt with that. Besides, I had to laugh it off - it was barely see through at this point and I was sure that by the time I headed home that it would dry up. "But whatever, I'm sitting my butt on your lap. Can I have my hat back, please?" I asked with a bit of a pout. As much as I hate to admit it, I almost forgot about the whole investigation purpose of all of this. Almost.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"Oh No!"

Amusingly, she spilled her beer onto her top. Her bra became easily visible through her top as she soaked her shirt with beer, and John simply laughed at her as he continued to drag her ass into his lap. She barely even protested as her ass pressed back against his crotch, and he felt his cock getting slightly hard in his pants from the contact. He did love Asian girls, and her ass really was made for teasing up against a man. And for grabbing onto while ramming into her from behind. Eventually, he would have her begging him to bend her over and split her open. Eventually.

He wiggled up against her gently while holding her hat.

"You made me drop my beer, you ass!" John shook his head. "Now, now, don't try to blame me for the fact that you literally can't hold your liquor. Clumsy broad..." He chuckled softly and then waved her hat in front of her before reaching out to one side again, keeping it away from her.

"But whatever, I'm sitting my butt on your lap. Can I have my hat back, please?" Finally he acquiesced and then sat her hat down in her lap, resting his left hand on her thigh. After a second he reached down to pick up her beer can off the ground.

"I said I wasn't against arbitrary sorts of laws, babe, but I'm not okay with littering." John sat the empty beer can down on the bench next to him, along with his own empty, before reaching for two more cans of beer.

"Looks like I need to help you out, since you spilled half of your last can." John opened the next beer in front of her and then held it in front of her. "So now you need to get started on your next. I'll help you out." John carefully lifted the can up to her lips, holding it gently, before tilting it back slightly. His left hand continued to stroke her alluring thigh, rubbing up and down, moving against her leg rather brazenly as he made her sip from the next beer. "This way you won't drop this one."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Finally. After some hesitation, John took my cap and placed it on my thigh. I picked it up, placing it back on my head so that I wouldn't lose it. Meanwhile, I listened to him talk - completely ignoring the fact that with my shirt slightly wet, anyone close enough could see that I was wearing a pink bra. This meant that only John could, but then again, that was John. But I was tipsy and quite frankly, didn't really care.

"I said I wasn't against arbitrary sorts of laws, babe, but I'm not okay with littering. Looks like I need to help you out, since you spilled half of your last can." he spoke before opening another beer can and brought it up to my face "So now you need to get started on your next. I'll help you out."

I didn't say a word and before I knew it, John was titling the can towards my mouth. The beer, now somewhat lukewarm, came pouring into my mouth and I drank it carefully, making sure not to spill some more. "Mmmhhh" I protested for a second, unable to talk as I drank the bitter alcohol without must rest.

"This way you won't drop this." he said as an excuse, his hands now rubbing themselves more openly around my thighs. I can't believe that I'm thinking this, but sitting on his lap and having his perverted, manipulative hands touch my legs felt good. Without even thinking about it, I began to move my body as I drank, rubbing my ass just slightly against him as I began to finish my can of beer. "Oh god!" I finally said, taking in a deep breath as he brought the can away from my face "I can't believe that I just chugged that.".

 

[Noon_Shadow]

John felt her hips rocking back against his lap. It was making his cock hard in his pants. He started grinding back up against her a bit more, still rubbing a hand against her thigh while holding the beer can against her lips. Then he pulled it away gentle, his fingers working to try to coax her thighs apart. He gave her a few pauses to catch her breath, but after a few seconds, the brim of the beer can was pressing back up against her sumptuous lips and tilting back into her mouth once again. It took her about 2 minutes to chug the whole can.

"Oh God! I can't believe I just chugged that." John laughed at her as he set the empty can aside and nodded.

"Well, it seems that you're starting to enjoy the taste of it. At least well enough to finish it. Isn't this a good bit more fun and going to class?" John's voice dropped down to a soft whisper. "Or even hanging out with your boyfriend." He snickered as he lightly grind his hips up against her ass, letting her feel the bulge in his pants pressing up against her, teasing against his soon-to-be obedient slut.

"I'll let you have a little break. We'll let that beer hit and see how you feel before you drink your next one." John smiled and sat there with the hot chick in his lap, ass resting against his crotch, as his hand continued rubbing against her thigh, fingers stroking it. His right hand, now that it wasn't holding a beer, started moving against her shoulder and lightly stroking her hair. "So you say you've never gotten your big ass into your boyfriend's lap? Does he not like your ass, or what?" Wait, what HAVE you done with him?"

John teased her a little bit with his words. "I mean, surely you've gotten to at least third base with him, right? Gotten his mouth down between your thighs, wrapped your own lips around his little dick, right?" He listened to her answers, shaking his head, as he leaded back against the bench. After a moment he reached down to pull out one more beer.

"All right, hot stuff. Last one. You ready?" He lifted the beer up to her mouth again and tilted it back once more, slowly pouring it into her mouth. He takes it a bit slower this time, using his time to pry her thighs apart so his left hand can rub teasingly against the inside of her thigh. Fingers rubbed up and down her leg, feeling her body responding slightly. Then he echoed the words he'd written out for her earlier.

"You love it, don't you?" His lips were right next to her ear. "You love being a naughty little girl, rubbing your ass against my crotch, drinking beer on a bench in the middle of a day while skipping class. You just love being such a bad girl for me." He took a second to slide his hand up to her wet shirt and give her breasts a quick grope before dropping his back onto her leg, still slowly feeding sips of beer to her lips.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Well, it seems that you're starting to enjoy the taste of it. At least well enough to finish it. Isn't this a good bit more fun and going to class?" he said, leaning forward and bringing his face near my ear. I gasped, feeling his hot breath probe my ear, his tone of voice changing as he whispered "Or even hanging out with your boyfriend." . A small shiver run down my spine as he did that, my ear being a particularly ticklish spot of mine, before I answered him "Yeah, the beer is pretty good", chuckling nervously when I began to feel his bulge pressing against my backside. I wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on there, but it felt so thick -

Oh my god, he was getting really excited from this, wasn't he?

"I'll let you have a little break. We'll let that beer hit and see how you feel before you drink your next one." he said, his hand now rubbing my thigh - his now free hand, feeling my shoulder and hair. Meanwhile, I sat there not knowing what to do! My mind felt like it was in such a haze, confused over how somewhat enjoyable his hands felt. "So you say you've never gotten your big ass into your boyfriend's lap? Does he not like your ass, or what?" Wait, what HAVE you done with him?" he boldly asked.

"I don't have to answer any of that!" I said with a tipsy laugh. Truth be told, I haven't ever sat on his lap because I thought that it was so weird, I guess. But this whole experience has made me feel that maybe I missed out on something. Anyway, that being said, we've had sex already but none of that was John's business.

"I mean, surely you've gotten to at least third base with him, right? Gotten his mouth down between your thighs, wrapped your own lips around his little dick, right?"

I laughed, even if his last comment was a little insulting to my boyfriend. "We've had sex okay? That's all you need to know about" I finally admitted.

"All right, hot stuff. Last one. You ready?" he said as I nodded. He brought a beer to my mouth and more carefully than before, I sippd on it as he tilted the can. I almost spilled some this time, however. After all, I panicked a little when I felt his hand trying to pry my thigh apart. I guess my own curiosity got the best of me, because I let him do just that and feel a bit more of my warm inner thighs. A very slight ache starting to form inside of me, butterflies running amok in my stomach after a very dark realization began to hit me - this was sort of fun.

"You love it, don't you?" he whispered into my ear again, making me gulp on the can and quickly leaning into it so it wouldn't spill "You love being a naughty little girl, rubbing your ass against my crotch, drinking beer on a bench in the middle of a day while skipping class. You just love being such a bad girl for me."

"Mmmm..mmph!" I moaned as I drank my can of beer, feeling his hand now moving up my wet shirt and giving one of my breasts a modest squeeze. His hand quickly went back to my thighs, feeling him more than my boyfriend ever did. Soon enough, I finished my can of beer and I laughed, trying to shake these feelings off. But everyone has their vice right? For some people it's gambling, for others it's drugs. As for me, at this very moment it was getting felt up by John.

Ignoring my better judgment, I said"Hey...can I have another beer please?" rubbing my ass just a bit on this jerk's lap. Believe me when I say that I knew what I was doing was despicable and I knew that I'd probably regret this but in my slightly drunk haze, I felt that maybe that would be future Kayleigh's problem.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"We've had sex okay? That's all you need to know about"

Huh, and he's never had her sitting down on his lap. That's the way to fuck this bitch-have her ass bouncing on a cock cowgirl style, ass bouncing off your thighs. John shook his head as he gave her the beer as he teased her thighs. Well, he wouldn't be popping her cherry, but he had a good feeling she'd become a dirty cock addict by the time he finished with her.

As she let her thighs part a bit, John stroked her inner thighs, sliding his hand between them, loving how brazen it was to grope at her on a public (but semi-hidden) bench like this. They were off the beaten path, but not exactly hidden. This was a fun little make-out nook at nights around here, and there was a small pile of cigarette butts near the trashcan from smokers who liked sitting out here, even though nobody was around at the moment.

John used the opportunity to let his hand cup up against her crotch for a moment before moving back to her leg. He leaned up next to her ear, then and softly blew on it, enjoying the little shudder. He had recognized how ticklish she was then.

"Yeah, this was definitely worth skipping class for. Think about that later."

John set the next empty beer can aside, looking down at their pile. He'd finished they'd drink a couple, but with the one she'd spilled, they had already gone through five beers. And he wasn't even drinking any more, since his hands were too busy. Her ass continued to rock up against his lap and stroke her ass against the outline of his cock.

He was preparing to reach back up to her slightly wet tits when he heard something that surprised him. "Hey...can I have another beer please? John raised his eyebrows. She'd been uptight and sheltered and was already really throwing into this rebellious phase. He'd only had a couple, and she had two and a half and wanted one more. He was tempted to tell her to just get the damn beer herself, but not while she was almost literally eating out of his hand.

He reached down to pull out one more beer, cracking it open. "I'll tell you what. If you agree to hang out with me tomorrow night, I'll let you have one more. You know that bar over on Springer? I'll meet you there tomorrow, after dinner. 9 PM. Agreed?" He grinned, then took one big sip of the next beer, before he held it up to her mouth and began to pour it into her lips. He took his time once more.

Even as he did that, his left hand slide up to her chest and squeezed against her still wet tits through her shirt. It was drying up, but her pink bra was still showing through it, and he could feel her tit pressing against his palm as he squeezed it, toying with it as he let her sip his beer. After a minute or so of groping her chest, he went straight down between her thighs, cupping against her crotch and making her hips rock back against his, making it increasingly challenging to hold still enough to pour beer between her lips. A few drops spilled past them and down her chin, landing on her pants, but he didn't really care.

"Apparently your boyfriend doesn't even know what to do with a hot bitch like you." John then grabbed her hand and drew it back behind her, against what her ass was rubbing against, making her fingers press against the outline of his bulge. "Is your little boyfriend thick like this, Kay-slut?" He finished pouring the beer in her mouth and then set the empty can aside before cupping her breasts in both palms, squeezing them through her shirt. Then his lips were kissing at the side of her neck.

"Wherever you go next, hopefully it's okay if you stink of booze..."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"I'll tell you what. If you agree to hang out with me tomorrow night, I'll let you have one more. You know that bar over on Springer? I'll meet you there tomorrow, after dinner. 9 PM. Agreed?"

I laughed; he really wanted to meet again tomorrow? Sure, that sounded like fun. I nodded eagerly as he brought the next can of booze towards my lips and began tilting it again, pouring the alcohol into my mouth. Just as I was expecting (or even hoping for at this state), his hand began to move towards my breasts and have one of them a big squeeze. "Mmmmph!" I groaned as I drank. I nearly jumped while on his lap, feeling his hand then move between my thighs and cup my crotch. I rocked my hips against his, rubbing my ass against his crotch over and over again. That felt...really good.

"Apparently your boyfriend doesn't even know what to do with a hot bitch like you." John then said, grabbing my hand and moving it behind me - making me hold something long, hard and thick growing against his pants. He was making me hold his cock. "Is your little boyfriend thick like this, Kay-slut?" he taunted me, pouring the rest into my mouth and his hands cupping both of my breasts. I held the outline of his bulge, moving my hand against it and marveling over its own size.

"Ooh..." I moaned when I felt his lips kiss the side of my neck. Stretching my neck to give him more room to kiss...

"Wherever you go next, hopefully it's okay if you stink of booze..."

"You fucking asshole..." I muttered, rocking my hips back and forth against his own - pressing my ass against his bulge and rubbing it against it. "What are you doing to me? You and your beer and your big cock..." I muttered, or rather slurred, almost incoherently. But even tipsy, I knew that I was in trouble. I couldn't do this. I couldn't stay here or I would really regret the next day. I needed to get out of here, clear my head, I needed to...

"I...I should go home now." I said, somehow able to get on my two feet (even if I wobbled a tiny a bit). "I have some work to do and...you know." I added, before heading out of the park and towards my building. I knew where it was - I might have been tipsy, but it would have been hard to miss the twenty floor building four blocks away. "See you tomorrow, I guess!" I said, turning back for a second and fighting the urge to ask for another beer...

And another touch.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

John listened to the sound of her muttering with a triumphant grin. She was already losing control of herself and her body, the cumulative effects of alcohol and teasing taking their toll on her body. Her ass kept grinding up and down against his, rolling against the shape of his cock. He knew then that this was a view worth recording when he put HER videos on the internet, showing her ass bouncing up and down against his.

His lips were nibbling up and down her neck as his hands squeezed her breasts. He felt her hard nipples rising up against his hands, rolling against his palms as he cupped and squeezed her tight breasts, pushing the boundaries of her resistance. He softly whispered up toward her ear, "That's right, Kay-slut. You wanna be my bitch?" One of his hands slipped down to her ass and gave it a gentle smack.

Unfortunately for him, his light little spank seemed to wake her up from whatever mental reverie she was experiencing. She managed to disentangle herself from his grasp and stand up, pulling away from him. She didn't even look at him as she started walking. [COLOR=""I...I should go home now," [/COLOR][/B] she said, talking a couple of tentative steps, moving back toward the walkway and the street. Another couple, a bit older, was just then coming into view walking through the park, off to the left. Kayleigh was breathing heavily and took another step away from him.

[B]"I have some work to do and...you know."[/B] John nodded and then smiled. [COLOR="Purple"]"See you tomorrow, I guess!"[/COLOR]

"Right, tomorrow, 9 PM. Don't forget. Have a good day, Kay-slut." He shrugged, watching walk away, swaying and wobbling just a little bit. Well, she'd asked for that last beer and she was responsible for her own decisions. He shrugged and then started scooping up his empty cans, walking them over to the recycling receptacle by the walking path before heading back and collecting his beer, strolling back into his own apartment.

After packing the beer into the fridge, Johntook a few seconds to log onto his computer and check some his royalties. He'd picked up another 50k hits in just the past day from that first video of the cheerleader he'd fucked. What was her name again? Ah, fuck it, I can't even remember. She was tight, though. Apparently the tears of shame in her eyes as he humiliated her over being such a big slut were a big seller. Still, he wasn't getting a ton of royalties-just enough to cover his tuition costs and a little extra, while he still had to work part time to pay for his living expenses. But if he start putting out some new content....

Then John called Brian, his little protegé who worked with Kayleigh in her journalism class. He started to recap to Brian some of what had happened. "She probably wasn't recording anything, anyway, since she didn't expect to hang out with me today. But even if she was, she was moaning like a whore in my lap and drinking underraged, so I doubt she can get any material out of that. I got her to agree to see me again tomorrow, too."

Brian responded. "Okay, good. One thing you should know is that she really likes dares and bets. She's competitive as hell, and has an overrated sense of her own value. So if you get her set up properly, you can use that against her."

"Anything else you got for me?"

"If I knew the key to getting in her pants, I'd be doing it myself. I've just convinced her that she needs to stick close to you if she wants to break this story. You know that cheerleader who dropped out, that was a friend of hers, right?"

"Oh, that's what she's about." John smiled. Well, she was closely following her friend's footsteps. He wondered if she'd end up dropping out of school as well. "Well, that's something else I can use, given the right set-up. Thanks." John disconnected his phone, smiling, as he began making plans for seeing her at the bar the following night.

Tuesday, 8:58 PM​

John parked his car in front of the Spring Street bar. It was far enough away from campus that it wasn't the most popular student hang-out. Unlike some other places in the area, they didn't check IDs at the door. it was more of a pool lounge that sometimes had a live DJ. He looked around, seeing no sign of Kayleigh just yet, so he just waited. He knew she'd be coming...and the she'd be cumming.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe what I had done.

Sure, I got home in one piece and thankfully, Luke and I didn't share the same apartment and thankfully, he was off doing his own thing with his group of friends. Otherwise, he might have caught wind of how something wasn't right - from my flustered cheeks and the distinct small of booze around me. I took a shower when I got home - a cold one at that - before laying down and falling asleep. Being touched like that, being tipsy and just plain regretting your own decisions sure made you tired. When I woke up the next day, I wasted little time taking off the camera from my pant and viewing the contents inside.

...

What I saw was NOT something that I ever planned on putting up on the internet. Mouth agape, I watched the video - which was essentially my ass cheeks bouncing on John's lap. I watched as the outline of his cock came to view, practically poking at the camera's lenses while my high pitch moans got caught up in the recording. I shuddered at the thought of John getting the better of me. I needed to do better. I couldn't...lose. I couldn't afford to end up as my friend did, being impaled by some pervert. I didn't watch the video but I sure knew of what happened.

I was on the phone with Brian, who was very understanding when I told him just a tiny bit of my situation.

"Yeah, you have to be careful around him. But Kayleigh, don't give up alright? Seriously, just keep wearing that camera and don't get rid of any footage. You never know what you might pick up somewhere along the line..."

Which I supposed that he was right. Either way, I had another chance later today.

Tuesday, 8:58 PM
Springer Street​

I walked down Springer street, my long hair blowing into the slight breeze just as I kept myself busy by ignoring the catcalls and whistles from countless sketchy people. My outfit wasn't even revealing; just a pair of light blue jeans (which I'll admit, were pretty tight around my butt) and a black, sleeveless tank top. Then my heart raced at the distance, seeing John waiting for me in front of the bar. I won't lie, I was pretty damn worried but I knew now not to fall for any of his crap. I had my camera, once again hidden on my ass, and keeping that in mind, I knew to better behave myself tonight.

Like a real reporter.

"Oh, hey John." I said, going over to him and giving him a friendly hug. Yep, that ought to do it.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

John watched her as she walked up. Interesting that she didn't drive, since this place was a good bit off campus. She might have been coming from the bus-stop...surely she hadn't walked all the way from her apartment. He let her see him checking her out, his eyes sliding down her tanktop and then moving down her thighs as she walked up close to him. Then she reached out and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Oh, hey John," she said, as if she wasn't expecting to meet him here. Heck, she had to know exactly what was going through his mind, too. His hand reflexively cupped her ass in the hug before she let go, and then he grabbed her and walked in with her.

There were a pair of pool tables in the back corner. They also had a dart board next to the bar, but it was a relic-too many drunk college students had been careless, ruining the wall and floor with the darts, so darts were no longer played in this bar. There was a pinball machine right next to the dartboard which had essentially replaced that as a source of entertainment. John led Kayleigh through the bar, enjoying letting some of the fellow patrons leer at her a little bit, as he settled into his favorite booth in the back. The server came by and asked if they wanted food.

"No, probably no food tonight unless we get some cheesesticks or something later. But I'd like a Long Island Iced tea. And just a water for my date, please." John gave a smile to Kayleigh as he sat next to her and patted her thigh underneath the table. As the waitress walked away, he turned to Kayleigh teasingly, whispering, "Wanna sit up in my lap again?"

He chuckled at her, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, shuffling them and then sitting them down on the table.

"Tell me, do you like card games, Kayleigh? I thought it might be fun to play a little while I'm nursing my drink."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I couldn't believe this pig. He actually went in to cup my ass while we hugged, making me paranoid that he was going to feel the small lense of the camera. Sure it wasn't very visible, unless you already knew that it was there, but if your finger went to the spot it was in you'd definitely feel it. But what made my heart race even more was the fact that I didn't stop him. I didn't even object. I just followed him inside, wondering just what the hell was wrong with me.

Eventually we stopped at booth around the back of the restaurant. I eyed this place while John ordered for us - noting how damn shabby this place was. Who the hell would willingly go to this joint? I snapped out of my thoughts when John patted my thigh, before leaning in to whisper: "Wanna sit up in my lap again?"

For a moment, a few seconds that made me feel insanely guilty, I thought about yesterday. I thought about how it felt to have my ass on his lap, feeling his bulge poke me and his kisses behind my neck. A shiver ran down my spine, before I snapped out of it and said "Not a chance, you perv. You do know that I have a boyfriend right?" with just a bit of a chuckle. I didn't want to seem too cold hearted, after all. I eyed the waitress when she came with two drinks - thankfully, mine was water.

"Tell me, do you like card games, Kayleigh? I thought it might be fun to play a little while I'm nursing my drink."

John spoke those words after pulling out some cards. Little did John know that I was actually good at card games and especially blackjack. I grinned as he said that, figuring that this might actually be my shot at getting back at him "Yes I do, actually. But you know...card games are only fun with bets."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

John gave Kayleigh his best shit-eating grin when Kayleigh mentioned her boyfriend, eyes twinkling playfully as he was slowly shuffling the deck of cards. "Right, your boyfriend, what's-his-name? Does he even know that you're here and hanging out with me? Much less about our diversion yesterday." John made it clear that he didn't really care that she was attached, he was going to do what he wanted, regardless. Boyfriends often weren't an obstacle to him...though sometimes a fun challenge. He took a second to imagine her pussy sliding up and down his cock while she talked on the phone to her boyfriend.

"Yes I do, actually. But you know...card games are only fun with bets." John actually already knew this, thanks to his friend Brian. But of course, he had the inside track to getting her attention. He glanced at Kayleigh, seeing the little sparkle in her eye.

"Oh, is that it? You wanna play for a little spending money? We can make this interesting. We should play a few hands of blackjack." John set the deck down in front of Kayleigh. "Cut the deck, if you please." He paused to take a sip of his drink, tasting it for a second, before sighing.

"Let's start with $1 intervals. I've got a bit of cash on me..." John opened his wallet, flashing to Kayleigh to prove that he could back up his bets. "Hopefully you have a bit on you as well."

John then scooted in the booth to sit across from her, so they could each play their cards. It kept him from rubbing up against her, but the focus was on the game, for the moment. The first hand he dealt gave him a face-up Jack with a face-down Queen. She had a face up-10, but then she hit. John flipped over the next card, showing a 6. She sighed, flipping up her face-down six: busted.

"Pay up, Kay-slut." He grinned at her wickedly, and then dealt out the next hand.

Kayleigh went on a bit of a run after that. Inside of 10 minutes, she was up $15. John gave her a nod. "Well, that's the thing about blackjack...any player can just get a run of hot cards." He chuckled and sipped at his Long Island. "Hey, try a sip of this. You enjoyed the beer yesterday." He handed the drink over to her. "You might find this a good bit sweeter."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

...

Okay, so mentioning my boyfriend didn't work...​

I mean, not that I thought it would. John didn't know Luke, so it wasn't as if they had some sort of close bond that I could bring up. I thought, maybe for just a moment, that the fact that I was with someone would somehow put John off...but not a chance. When I heard him say "Right, your boyfriend, what's-his-name? Does he even know that you're here and hanging out with me? Much less about our diversion yesterday.", I couldn't help myself but say "What diversion? I don't know what you're talking about." with just a very slight smile on my face. I didn't have to admit it, even if it happened not even twenty-four hours ago. Which reminded me...

..

Yesterday:

"You fucking asshole..." I muttered, rocking my hips back and forth against his own - pressing my ass against his bulge and rubbing it against it. "What are you doing to me? You and your beer and your big cock..." I muttered, or rather slurred, almost incoherently.

..

A shiver ran down my spine for just a moment. I needed to distract myself - and what better way than a stupid card game?

"Cut the deck, if you please." he said for a moment, sipping on his alcohol. I glanced at it for a moment, glad that I took some water instead. "Let's start with $1 intervals. I've got a bit of cash on me..." John said, showing me for a moment his wallet and how filled it was. "Hopefully you have a bit on you as well."

I reached down in my pocket and saw that I was carrying twenty or so dollars on me. Whatever, it was good for at least one game and it was blackjack - a game that statistically speaking gave me the best chance to win, right? Well...the funny thing is that while I thought I could just count my odds to victory, there was quite a bit of luck in John's favor.

He won.

"Pay up, Kay-slut." he said with a grin. Annoyed, I handed him the $15.
"You have to be fucking kidding me..." I answered bitterly.

"Well, that's the thing about blackjack...any player can just get a run of hot cards." he said with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes a bit, but couldn't help but chuckle a bit as I said "Don't patronize me, asshole." in a somewhat friendly tone now. He sipped from his drink and then his eyes lit up as if he came up with a brilliant idea.

"Hey, try a sip of this. You enjoyed the beer yesterday." he said, moving the glass towards me "You might find this a good bit sweeter."

Against my better judgement, I took the glass and brought it close to my mouth. "Thanks...but don't get any funny ideas." I said with a laugh, sipping the drink and honestly, to my surprise he was right. The drink itself tasted fruity and hardly had any hint of bitterness like from the beer from yesterday. "Mmm" escaped from my lips

I stopped myself and slid the drink back to him. "Well, I'm not sure if I can even continue playing. I'm nearly out of cash. Guess that we can't gamble anymore, huh?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She wasn't even raising an eyebrow at being called "Kay-slut." Either she hadn't noticed or was just getting used to it at this point. John mentally shrugged as he watched her sipping at the drink, her eyes lighting up as she drank it. He heard her say "Mmm" as she sipped at it, and he nodded at her cheerfully, watching her. They continued to play cards, betting just $1 per hand, until her lead had been worn down and she was, in fact, $15 in the hole, after having had the lead a bit earlier. She started squirming a bit in her seat as he watched her.

He handed her his drink once again, letting her taste one more sip of it before taking it back and sipping on it himself. He gave her a glance as she looked up at him.

"Well, I'm not sure if I can even continue playing. I'm nearly out of cash. Guess that we can't gamble anymore, huh?" John smiled and tilted his head thoughtfully as he looked at her.

"Well, perhaps you can...if you're feeling a bit daring." He grinned at her wickedly, letting her see the little twinkle in his eye. "I mean, blackjack IS your game, isn't it? AT least, you seem to treat it like it is. So how about we do a double-dare? That is, you'll get back to even if you win, but if you lose, you have to act out a dare?" John watched her face as she seemed to consider that for a moment, before he thought to add. "Nothing extreme for the dares, I promise. The first one is that you'll sit on my lap if you lose-you've already done that anyway, right?"

He grinned at her and, after a moment, heard her agreement. He smiled and dealt the cards out. He had a Queen showing as his face card, then peeked down at his hole card, which was a 10. 20. He stood. She asked for a hit, then another hit, before she grinned at him. "21!" She flipped over her hole card, showing her 7, to go with her 8, 4, and a deuce. John frowned, sighing at his luck. "Care to press your luck?"

They kept playing blackjack for a little while. John knew she was getting a thrill out of it, especially since the cards were falling fairly evenly. He switched it up after a while, letting her deal while he got a second drink brought to the table. He let her taste another sip of it before getting back to drinking himself, and then he finally had her in a position where she was heavily down once again. He placed the stack of bills on the table, $15.

"All right. Double-dare once again? You win the next hand, you're back to even, Kay-slut. But if I win, your sweet ass is sliding down and sitting on my lap." John gave her a teasing grin, watching her eyes. This time, it was over as soon as it began. She couldn't even claim he was fixing the game, since she was dealing. She flipped down the ace of spades on top of his holecard. Blackjack.

"Hah, seems your luck has finally run out, Kay-slut." He leaned back in his seat in the booth. "Come over and sit with me and slide that ass in my lap. And feel free to take another sip of my drink if you're feeling daring."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Well that was the end of it. I had no more money, therefore we wouldn't be able to play anymore...

I mean, if I was playing with anyone other than John that is. It was obvious that he was playing for something more than $15, so as I finished my sentence I heard him quickly reply: "Well, perhaps you can...if you're feeling a bit daring." a twinkle appearing on his eye, once again as if he was planning something "I mean, blackjack IS your game, isn't it? AT least, you seem to treat it like it is. So how about we do a double-dare? That is, you'll get back to even if you win, but if you lose, you have to act out a dare?"

Uh-oh, this is where I knew that if I continued that I would be in trouble. I weighed my options for a moment, wondering what kind of situation I was getting myself into.

"Nothing extreme for the dares, I promise. The first one is that you'll sit on my lap if you lose-you've already done that anyway, right?"

"Right..." I answered back, trying my hardest to not think about yesterday. In the end, I agreed mainly because I was a broke student and quite frankly, needed to get those $15 back. For a moment, I wondered whether John had fixed the game somehow; I wouldn't put it past him since he was a bit of a snake. That being said, I watched carefully as he began to deal the cards and then, as luck would have it..

"21!" I yelled with glee, showing him my cards. I was getting my money back and John feigned a look of defeat.

"Care to press your luck?"

...and I won again. I had my money back and you know, I'm disappointed in myself that I didn't just say no from this point on. I mean, when you gamble, shouldn't you stop when you're ahead? So, that being said when John said: "All right. Double-dare once again? You win the next hand, you're back to even, Kay-slut. But if I win, your sweet ass is sliding down and sitting on my lap." I should have replied with "Nope."

Instead, I found myself agreeing with him - a bit arrogantly, might I add, seeing as I replied with "Oh, my sweet ass is going nowhere you pervert! Let's go!"

And just like that it was over. Blackjack.

"Hah, seems your luck has finally run out, Kay-slut." he said, leaning back as I begrudgingly got up and walked towards him "Come over and sit with me and slide that ass in my lap. And feel free to take another sip of my drink if you're feeling daring."

"Oh shut up." I answered bitterly - although a bit teasingly too - before I sat down and did just as he said; I slid my round ass to on top of his lap again. I sipped from his drink as I began to let my mind wonder and go back to yesterday. As stupid as this sounds, I tried to fight this by drinking as much of his drink as I could.

"Okay, so if I win the next game can I get off your lap, you pervert?" I asked, wiggling my ass on his lap as if he wouldn't like that. Maybe I did it because I enjoyed the feeling too. Oh fuck me...