Lustful Deception

[MelissaSVP]

SOME INFORMATION:

• Any names or characters that resemble anyone else is purely coincidental, etc, etc please don't sue me I'm already broke enough as it is!
• This story contains elements that some would find offensive and/or distasteful, such as cheating and rough sex that might (depending on who takes the role of Cory) border on non-consentual. If this is the case for you, please stop reading and don't send me hate mail.
• At the moment I'm looking for a man to play as Luke, a lewd, perverted and manipulative man who is obsessed with Holly. Skim through my post and if this interests you, let me know. Send me a private message before posting just to see if we're on the same page.

SETTING:

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A fictional suburbs two hours away from Dallas. A high school football kind of town, with a bit of city nightlife available to it.

ME:

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I play as Holly Simmons, a twenty-three year old woman who works as a popular waitress to a restobar. Ever since her senior year of high school, she's been coveted by many. After her growth spurt at the age of sixteen, she developed into an incredibly attractive woman with an hourglass body. Most of all, she's known for her breasts. Massive, jiggly and always in the way, her breasts has gotten her into trouble at times but come in handy, especially for her own self-esteem. After all, nearly ever man in town fantasizes about her, so the pros outweigh the cons, at least in her mind.

She's happily engaged to her high school sweet heart and although many people don't know this, she has only ever been with him.

YOU:

A hunky and well built high school quarterback. Eighteen years old and seen as an all star around town, Luke would find himself cocky and feeling invincible. For good reason too. He could have any girl he ever wanted, but has his eyes set on Holly, much like every other man in town. So when Holly's dorky younger brother offers him help in his endeavors of dominating the busty sex-symbol, he jumps at the opportunity.

As for his appearance, I'll leave that up to you!


SCENE:

~ Chapter 0: The prologue ~
-- Tuesday, May 10th 2017 --
-- Evergreen High --

The sun's harsh light was beaming down in this small Texas city. It wasn't even the end of May and already the news was forecasting this summer as the hottest in thirty years. I can't tell you how glad I was to be working indoors, in an air-conditioned restobar, during this hour of the day. Then again, had I known what was going on during mid-evening on this day, maybe I wouldn't be. Despite the fact that I had graduated from a high school (albeit a different one) five years ago, what was going on in the parking lot involved me in a way that I wouldn't understand until much, much later.

"You fucking dumb ass piece of shit!"

A harsh voice practically yelled in the parking lot. A tall eighteen year old stood in the middle of the deserted lot. His body looked like something out of a modeling catalog. Broad shoulders, fair skin, pectoral muscles chiseled and pushing against his tight black shirt. He looked a bit shabby, but in a sexy way. His appearance and demeanor was raw, aggressive and crude. This was a look that served the man well, his name known throughout the school and small town. Luke Morrison. Bully, menace, pervert; Luke was known as many things, but the one that he was most famous for was Star Quarterback. While the man had no manners (unless there was something to gain), he knew how to throw a ball damn well. He had no redeeming qualities except for that and his looks. Not that he was one to complain.

On the other end of his spectacle, was another eighteen year old. He was completely different to Luke in almost every single way. Short, frail and a stereotypical nerd, there was little that he could hold himself up to that didn't seem pointless at this point in his life. With no friends to speak of, this man was completely defenseless with no social outlook. His one saving grace was the hope that he could somehow survive his senior year, get into a good college and make something of himself. All he could hope for right now, was that Luke wasn't going to kill him. This man's name was Andre and he's my younger, dorky brother.

"I-I-I'm sorry!"

"I-I-I-I" Luke mocked my brother, giving him a powerful punch in the gut "I don't give a shit. Sending a love note to my girl? Are you fucking serious? Tell me why I shouldn't fucking kill you right now?!"

My brother was a coward. He would be willing to do anything to avoid being punched one more time. Free tutoring? Get him to do his SATs? Andre thought of a million things to offer to this angry man towering over him. It wasn't until he thought of this morning and something awful that I said, that an idea began to hatch in his mind. Almost as if the world was slowing down to a crawl, Andre began to think. His train of thought was a wild one, going from me calling him a loser, to why his life seemed so crappy, to why he didn't know how to interact with people, to how I was right to call him, my younger brother, a loser. He whined within his own mind, over how he couldn't be like me. I was a social butterfly and although I wasn't successful, my life seemed infinitely better than anything he could amount to be. His turned into bitterness.

Luke's fist came closing in.

His bitterness twisted into momentary anger. How could I be happier than him? I somehow slipped through the cracks, passed high school despite never having put in an effort. My parents loved me and so did everyone else. So then, why was he being punished? Why was the universe favoring everyone except him? Why couldn't he ever be happy?

Because of those thoughts and because of his resentment towards me, he pleaded:

"How about my sister?!" he stuttered.

Luke's fist came to a halt. "The fuck did you say? Your sister? Your sister what?"

"I-I-I can bring you two close. In e-exchange, you don't kill me an-and you help me get popular?"

Normally this kind of proposition wouldn't ever, in a million years, ever work with Luke. Normally, Luke would have taken this as an insult; as if he, quarterback of the freaking year, couldn't score with any woman of his choosing. Normally. But Andre talking about somehow setting him up with me, his sister, was something else altogether.

Look, it might feel as if I'm full of myself, but I knew my worth. I'm sort of a symbol around our town. A legend, almost. I was known as the hottest woman to have ever walked these parts and could be a celebrity - if I just knew the right people. A tall, 5'10" blonde with blue eyes and a crazy hourglass body. Long legs, a firm bubble butt, fit stomach and of course, my breasts. My tits were the talk of town, mammoth titties that made the mouths of any pervert within the area. While I've thought of getting them reduced, my job at the restobar convinced me to keep them. Sure, I hated the stares and comments but I loved the tips. Did you know that I made 60K a year on what should be a minimum wage job?

Anyway, I was unobtainable. Not only did I never mingle with people outside of my group, but I was engaged. Engaged to my high school sweetheart too. An ex quarterback from New Meadows, a rival high school to Evergreen. Today he worked twenty minutes away in Houston, as a financial analyst. All that to say that also every man in town wanted me, no one could come close. It was impossible. But that didn't deter Luke. No, the second that this proposition came from Andre, he knew that he would seize it. He wouldn't be deterred now that he began to think all sorts of dirty thoughts involving me.

He roared in laughter, dusting my brother off as he pulled him up.

"Alright, you got yourself a deal, Andre."

That was the first time that Luke called my brother by his name. Andre himself was astonished, not knowing whether to brace himself for another hit or to trust this quick change in attitude. He hesitantly went for the latter, watching the strange sadistic grin on Luke's face.

"So, you're n-n-not going to k-k-i-kill me?"

"Over that bitch? Nah, you can send her all the love notes you want. Hell, I can help you get with her. What I want though is to fill your end of the bargain. About your sister..."

"Y-y-ou know that she's married, right?"

"Engaged. I Facebook stalk her, you dumb shit." Luke admitted, his hand reaching for his powerful chin as he began to think. "But don't you worry about that. With your help, I'll have her ginormous titties in my hands and my huge cock delivering creampies inside of her."

My brother was conflicted. On one hand, he was not only safe but was on Luke's good side. On the other hand, he had just promised to help Luke, a man known for doing things to women that would make the devil blush, to get "close" to me. The sad part is that although my brother had confidence in me that, that somehow I wouldn't be swayed, that he would be wrong and that a couple of weeks following their little agreement, I would find myself submitting to Luke's cock and depravity.