Mandy Lynn’s Fantasy

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They met in a chat-room for adult role play. She had just come of age and was craving the attentions of a real man. Not any of the boys in my peer group, she thought, with Joffrey in the back of her mind. Her every fantasy had come to life in him and though they had not met, she was certain she knew him through and through.  

 

Mandy Lynn felt that she had come into her own, right here and now, but she longed to touch him and consummate what they had begun. Joffrey had broken through her defenses as no man in her life ever had. He worked at it and for it, solely set on allowing her to bare all, so she knew that Joffrey truly loved her. She could feel it from thousands of miles away.  

 

It had taken a year but, Joffrey had worked tenaciously to break through her walls and to her amazement; Mandy Lynn let down her guard. Slowly she began to reveal her secrets and show a little skin; a bare shoulder first, then cut-off shorts hiding a black garter belt hooked to stockings, then a see thru negligée. Finally, he feasted his eyes upon her nubile, feminine form.

 

The lighting was perfect with shadows falling in the exact right places. He smiled in the darkness watching her features on his camera and snapped pictures she knew nothing of. He was intent on finding out just how far to push her and when to loosen his grip, all without ever breaking contact. He would save that for his ultimate weapon.

 

He memorized her features, etched into mind almost indelibly now; her soft lips smiling at him or parting to laugh at his jokes, her wide-eyed innocence and the curve of her hand twirling a lock of hair nervously, not knowing what to expect of him. Joffrey imagined her perky breasts, taut thighs, and tight, sweet, little ass, while he played at being a gentleman.

 

She had never roll-played before. She’d never even taken an acting class but she knew he was genuine. When he finally invited her to meet in person, Mandy paused for only a fraction of a moment but realized her instincts true. She knew Joffrey to be a very good man and readily accepted his invitation.

 

Mandy Lynn left Freeport Florida taking a leap into a future she could only dream of prior. She knew Joffrey was charming, a gregarious temptation with a warm and engaging personality. She ached to know if his arms were the perfect match she had imagined.

 

Every night, after chatting online, she closed her eyes to imagine the warmth and safety of his strong arms around her, the feel of his large hands exploring her, revealing her most intimate secrets, kept only for him. He would kiss her gently, increasing pressure gradually until she let him devour her and wanted him all the more.

 

Upon arrival of the much anticipated cab which would carry her to the airport, she couldn’t understand the knot in her stomach, or a sudden uneasiness that assailed her. She chalked it up to nerves and climbed into the taxi.

 

Their first week together was magical. Mandy Lynn leaned into a lamp post for strength. Retrieving a photo from her skirt pocket, she stared hard at the picture she had kept for years; a picture of the last time she was still that innocent.

 

In the second week Joffrey had stripped her of money, decent clothing, and withheld affection, food, and everything necessary for survival. He put her out to work the streets, under threat of bodily harm, and let his buddies trade her like so much chattel, and now I am a whore, she realized knowing she could never go home again.

 

For the millionth time she stared at the photo she’d kept of those days, wondering how she’d never suspected that the man she was so certain of was actually a woman-beating pimp, but couldn’t summon tears, knowing they would freeze in the biting wind, only to begin again in the depths of her broken heart.

 

Disclaimer:  Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is strictly coincidental.

 

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Kandice’s Induction

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Thursday Thrills

 1/30/2013

 Kandice’s Induction

NotBrothel 1-31-2013

Kandice and Shondra were becoming fast friends. With both of them in their junior year of college, the tuition was steep and the unpaid bills were piling up on Kandice’s small desk in her dorm room.

 

The two spoke many times, of the hardships of college tuition and the cost of  books and supplies, but Kandice wondered how Shondra afforded the fancy automobile and flashy jewelry she often wore, not to mention the off-campus housing. It contained all the niceties and finery that she could only dream of.

 

Having their last class together meant that Shondra would give her a ride back to the dorm. Kandice appreciated that her good friend was so caring and generous, and that she didn’t have to hoof it all the way across campus carrying her laden book bag. Shondra looked after her like a mother at times.

 

Today she climbed into the Chevy and watched her push the keys into the ignition. One key in particular caught her eye. It was very large and resembled an old skeleton key.

 

“Brass,” Kandice thought, “and looks like it goes to a castle… or a dungeon,” and her heart skipped a beat.

 

A small shiver ran down her spine but she shook it off and stretched her delicate fingers to fondle the ornate key. 

 

“What’s this go to,” she inquired.

 

Shondra smiled widely,  “You’ll see,” she replied, “It unlocks a secret club,” she said without looking at her.

 

“Huh?” Kandice asked.

 

“Shhh,” Shondra shushed her with a smile but said nothing until she rounded the curve and pulled into a parking space.

 

Kandice sat, wildly curious, waiting and wondering why she had stopped here. Finally she pushed the passenger door open.

 

“Pull the door shut and roll up the windows,” Shondra instructed as she stayed Kandice with a hand to her shoulder.

 

Kandice did as Shondra asked and waited pensively.

 

Finally Shondra took a deep breath and began, “You and I,” “We’re practically sisters. Right?” Her eyes fixed on Kandice’s as though she were trying to look right down into her soul.

 

“Of course,” Kandice replied, “I tell you things I wouldn’t confess to my priest!”

 

“Yes well…” Shondra’s voice faded and she cleared her throat to continue, “This place, where we are right now, looks like any other dorm. Actually, it’s a club… of sorts. From here on you are sworn to secrecy,” she added sternly.

 

Kandice shook her head in agreement, nodding for her to continue.

 

“You must have wondered how I can pay my tuition and still afford this car,” she stated intuitively, “Haven’t you?”

 

Again Kandice nodded nervously, but was overcome by curiosity.

 

“It’s a club of college girls,” she said, “We uhhh… work here,” she said matter-of-factly.

 

“Work,” Kandice asked, “What work do you do here?”

 

“We invite certain people to join us… keep them company, fool around a little,” she stated as her eyes settled on a door with a large brass knocker perched beneath a sign.

 

“Let me ask you something,” Shondra said without waiting for reply, “Do you want to make easy money and pay off that pile of bills in your room,” she inquired holding Kandice’s gaze with her own.

 

Kandice smiled tentatively, “Yes! You know I’m desperate!”

 

“Then it’s time for your induction,” Shondra smiled without mirth, “Follow me.”

 

Kandice followed dutifully, wondering exactly what lay behind that large door.

 

As Shondra inserted the brass key into the lock, Kandice read the sign posted above the door knocker.

“This is not a brothel.

There are no prostitutes at this address.”

 

Shondra turned the key in the lock, already knowing that her shy friend had read the sign.

 

“It’s supposed to look like a sorority prank. You know… college girls goofin’ on the police, the Dean and such.”

 

Kandice’s stomach gave a lurch as Shondra held the door open for her.

 

By Wildfire8470

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