'But he would yours?'
'I only need to show him the bad bits of you corrupting me. What else is editing for? It would be too cruel to make him watch the whole thing. I wouldn't want him having a fit now would I? I don't know about the ins and outs of the software used for that kind of thing, but I don't have to. Did I ever mention that Gary's a real whiz with computers – he posts all kinds of stuff on youtube or is it xtube? '
'What the hell? You want me to say you win?'
'That'd be a promising start.'
'Okay, Kirsty you win.'
'I really have, haven't I?'
'Whatever,' said Jason, indifferently.
'You'll hand your resignation in Monday?'
'Are you actually serious?'
'I am Jason. I really didn't like your tone on Monday morning. Defending that stammering idiot Mark and speaking to me like I was a naughty school-girl. The cracks about Gary really aren't acceptable, he's a great guy that really gets the girl I am. He knows all about tonight and is prepared to help out.
What I'd suggest is you hand your notice in on Monday and get Daddy to write you a nice reference, otherwise I think tonight might be classed as 'gross misconduct'. If I'm not wrong that's a sackable offence. I might get off the hook for what's on the tape, Daddy sometimes turns a blind eye, but how do you rate your chances, Jason?'
Kirsty smiled and waved goodbye without looking back.
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The Sorority Sister’s White Box
by
Darla Caldwell
Shirley Glasgow had never stolen a thing in her life...not even a donut from the local coffee shop when she worked there. Now, here she was, actually trying to steal a flower pot from some poor family’s porch. This was beyond ridiculous. She wasn’t even sure the sisters would be happy with the flower pot...this house had 20 flower pots...how was she to know which one was the right pot?
She flipped her long black hair away from her face and sighed. It was dark out; well after 9 p.m. The late October air had a chill to it. Shirley shivered. Underneath her flimsy black sweater, her nipples were hard against her full breasts. She hugged her slim belly for warmth.
Closing her eyes, she grabbed a pot. Any pot. She was ready to make a mad dash for it, blue jeans and high heels and all. Just as she could feel a pot in her delicate hands, her foot got caught in a patch of mud of some kind. She tried to pull away and free her heel but it wouldn’t budge. Terror seized her. Calm down, she thought. Calm down. It will be OK Just slide your foot out of the heel.
Now, just as Shirley freed her foot from the shoe, the sensor lights were triggered. The entire front yard was now bathed in surprising swatches of light; in the middle of the yard, there stood Shirley. No shoe, stolen flower pot, and all. The nausea she felt now was nothing like the terror she had experienced just a few seconds before. As the front door angrily swung open in the night, Shirley tried to smile up at whomever had opened it.
Blinded by the lights, acutely aware of how hard her nipples must look in her thin sweater, Shirley stared up at the figure on the porch. The figure stalked back and forth. Pacing. Finally, the figure cleared its throat. Shirley braced herself. The bellowing, male voice declared, “I think if you’re going to be taking from my prized collection of begonias, then you’d best come in for a cup of tea.” Shirley didn’t respond.
“This instant,” the deep voice bellowed again. The voice repeated, “I make it a habit to get to know all the young ladies who take gifts from me each year. Or I make it a habit to call the police. It’s your choice.”
The man in the robe turned away and stalked toward the door. Trying to free her heel from the mud, Shirley finally called after him, “Wait. Wait. Sir.”
The porch was rickety as she walked across it. Oh God, Shirley thought. Let me just get inside in one piece. The man had already entered the home. The door was left open for her. She pulled her hair back across her neck and tried to smile as she walked in. She was scared but...hey...things like this make the college experience, right? Right?
Inside the house, the decorations were old. The wallpaper was clearly from the 1950’s or maybe earlier...Though immaculately maintained, everything from the ceiling fixtures to the thick floorboards, felt like it was from another time and place.
Shirley took a deep breath in and held it tightly. The large wooden table in the middle of the room looked like it was set for eight guests. It looked like it had been set like that since 1928. Yikes, Shirley thought. She searched the room for the man from outside but saw no one. She could smell something.
Apples. She could definitely smell apples. Since childhood, Shirley had always loved the smell of fresh apple pies. She could smell it anywhere. It reminded her of... happier times… She walked toward the kitchen. Before she could get closer, however, a strange thing happened.
A short woman with blonde hair piled feet high on top of her head came running out with a wicker basket of what appeared to be laundry.
“Oh goodness.” The woman hurried. “I’m late.”
“Um. Hi,” Shirley said.
The woman stopped long enough to look Shirley up and down.
“You’ll do,” the woman said. Shirley looked at the woman now. Though arranged in a rather odd hairstyle, the woman’s yellow hair was vibrant and silky. Ringlets fell across her young face. Her eyes were heavily made over with thick, black eyeliner and pink eye shadow. Her well-defined cheekbones had been glazed over with a peachy cream-based blush.
“I’ll….do?” Shirley was dubious. The woman’s cleavage, no longer obscured by the laundry basket, was rather showy. She had large breasts and hard nipples that darted out of her very tight and very short black dress. Though the woman was fuller than not, her hips looked sexy in the dress and under it; her legs had a nice, delicate shape to them. Shirley blushed.
“Yes. Yes. Of course you’ll do.” The woman seemed irritated with Shirley. What on earth was going on here?
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I stole your plant. I guess I met your... husband? Outside? And I guess… he’s not too happy with me. I understand. Thing is. I’ve never taken a thing in my whole life and I promise you I never will again. This was a one time thing. I promise.”
Shirley’s voice was becoming more and more desperate. Here in this room out of time with this strange but sexy woman out of time, she actually felt afraid for the first time since she’d arrived at college just a couple months earlier.
“Look.” The young woman looked her straight in the eyes now. “I don’t care about the damn plant. I thought you were here for…”
Shirley was confused. Completely confused.
A look of recognition flickered and the woman now said, “I think you’re supposed to go to the atrium.”
“The atrium?” Shirley repeated. What on earth?
“Yes. Yes. You’ll find it. It’s that a ways.” The woman looked bored as she spoke. She hurried past Shirley.
As quickly as she’d come in the room, she’d left. The laundry basket remained on the overly large out-dated table. As Shirley began to wander through the house, she marvelled at how large the house was. From outside, it had been deceptively big. Big, but not a mansion. Inside, there were corridors and room after room. All had closed doors. She opened one room; it was for a bathroom that looked more like a retro dentist’s office than a bathroom. Green and black tile. Mirrors.
Shirley went inside and locked the door. She splashed cold water on her exotically attractive face. Her full lips were still pink from the cold air outside. Staring at herself in the strange room’s large mirror, Shirley wondered if she should keep going or try to find the way back out. If she did, would she run into the strange woman again? The laundry basket? The apple pie that was baking somewhere? She left the bathroom feeling slightly less afraid. She chose to walk deeper into the antiquated home.
A grand staircase suddenly protruded bef
ore her. The banister was actually made from marble. The architecture student in Shirley wanted to take out her phone and snap photos of it but she couldn’t; now wasn’t the time. She had to find the atrium.
Strange sounds bounced across the great house’s grand walls. The sounds of wine glasses clinking. Jazz music playing. Champagne bottles popping. Shirley followed the noise.
As she walked closer and closer to the source of the noises, she was surprised to hear a familiar voice. It was her History 101 professor. He sounded drunk but it was clearly him. He was going on and on about ancient Rome. Snooze. Shirley hoped to avoid him tonight.
In the distance, she could see the atrium. She knew some houses in the area had been built with atriums as a way to hold outside parties in any season. The ceilings were always made of gently sloped glass panels. Inside the atrium, candles flickered. Music played. Drinks were poured. The music...it could have been from a live piano. Shirley was convinced this was no ordinary party. Was it some kind of belated Halloween ball? Through the glass atrium window, she peered in.
Sure enough, she saw her history professor holding court. He looked different in a tuxedo; more like a Rolex model and less like a doughy, sweaty nerd stuffed into a plaid vest. It even looked as though he had muscles. Shirley sighed. It was so strange to see her professor out of context like this. He stood as though he was going to turn around. Shirley quickly ducked below the height of the windows so as not to be seen.
Crouched in the corner, shivering because even in this big house it was still cold, and afraid for having tried to steal the big flower pot, Shirley Glasgow was close to tears. Why had she ever decided to join a sorority house in the first place? Sure, she was beautiful, that was a given...but she was brainy, darnit. Brainy girls like her didn't do things like steal stupid plants from stupid parties.
She thought of her father and she frowned. At least he’d never find out about any of this. Thank goodness for that, at least. He’d passed away just two years prior. Her mother wouldn’t care, really. After all, it was her mother who had egged her on. Her mother had said meeting other sisters would do her some good.
She’d only gotten herself into this sorority house mess to make her mother happy. And now this. Now she really was in quite a mess. Her thong panties were starting to feel uncomfortable due to the way she was curled up. She wanted to get the hell out of here before anyone from the university saw her.
As the tall figure from the porch clearly walked by her, Shirley trembled. The tall figure with the long, heavy robe and the deep, thick voice. Shirley thought he hadn’t noticed her as she saw the fabric of his robe pass right by her. Finally, she looked up.
To her horror, the tall man was staring right at her. To her greater shock, the man looked like the face of a female fantasy. He was tall, dark and handsome. His chin line was prominent. Green eyes peered out at her. She shook as he reached for her hand.
Still holding her hand, the strange man in the robe took it all the way to his soft lips. He slowly kissed her delicate skin, letting his tongue wet just the top of her hand. It was so unusual and so strange that Shirley realized she was actually wet by the time he released her arm.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, tonight, Miss Shirley.” The man with the deep voice bellowed less now.
Shirley looked to the ground. She saw that the blue heel she’d gotten caught in the mud was dirty. It made her frown.
“I’m sorry...uh...Sir. I’m sorry about that. Sincerely,” Shirley tried to make amends.
“That’s okay. Shirley. You will get punished, however,” the deep voice said. Was he serious?
The word punishment made Shirley sit straight up. Her eyes clawed around the room for an exit...any exit. She saw none.
“Don’t worry.” He touched her wrist with just one finger. “You will like the punishment, Miss Shirley. You really, really will.” How did this strange man in this strange robe know her name?
He pulled her to a standing position now. Though they were right outside the atrium party, no one could see them due to the differences in light.
As they entered the atrium, Shirley shaking like a leaf about to blow away, the strange man made an even stranger announcement, “Ladies. Gentlemen. We have our Rush tonight. Everyone meet Shirley.”
All eyes turned to Shirley who stood limply by the strange man’s side.
“She’s been a naughty girl tonight. A very naughty girl. You all know what we do with naughty girls, isn’t that right?” the man proclaimed.
Now, the man’s firm hands slipped over Shirley’s slight shirt. He effortlessly found her nipples and squeezed them hard. Out of reflex, she squirmed at first. Then, she gave in. Her panties were already damp, she knew it. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see that her history professor had recognized her. Yikes.
Now that she had been introduced to the group, the mood of the party continued. The piano was played louder, alcohol was drunk more.
The man in the robe whispered to Shirley, “Now it is time for you to put on your party dress.” He escorted her out the back entry way of the atrium to a small dressing room. The room was completely bare save for an odd, wooden changing table that looked, to Shirley’s eyes, as though it would have looked more at home at the MoMa Museum in New York. Shirley’s eyes danced from the striped wallpaper to the changing table and finally settled on the box on the chair.
Following her gaze, the man nodded and replied, “Open it. Put it on. I will be back.” With that, the man, and his flowing robe and sexy eyes, left. She could tell he hadn’t gone far.
Shirley stood in the strange room for several seconds while debating what, exactly, to do. As she took her thin blouse off, her breasts bounced out of it. The cool air rushed them, like a hug from a villain. As she unzipped her tight jeans, she knew she could manage to get out of here if she really wanted to. She was little but a good, strong runner. She knew, though, that she couldn’t escape while half-dressed.
Standing naked in the small dressing room, save for pink thong panties, she approached the white box. Like the rest of the house, even the box felt luxurious and out of time. Slowly, Shirley lifted the top.
Inside was a dress for her to wear. Even little sparkly shoes. The dress was pink, like her panties.
As she draped it over and across her body, Shirley realized it fit like a glove. The cut of it made her breasts look like two oversized, fresh apples. Her hips looked like Cleopatra. Her legs, against the silky tight dress fabric, moved like those of a dancer. In the mirror, her long black hair looked particularly vibrant tonight. As she slipped on her new shoes, she realized she’d never felt more beautiful before in her entire life.
The door creaked open and a hand was waiting for her. A firm, masculine hand. She squeezed it. She was already scared. As her pink-clad shoe hit the marble floor of the Atrium, all eyes were on her again. She looked out into the crowd. The faces in the room looked strangely familiar and yet wildly exotic all at once. Everyone looked like they could have been models, or maybe, even porn stars. Cleavage spilled forth from all the party dresses; everyone’s legs were exposed. Hair styles ranged from ringlets to thick, lustrous sheaths of shiny hair. There must have been thirty or more glamorous people in the medium sized atrium. Candles flickered on the various tables that had been placed around the room.
The strange man holding her hand led her straight into the middle of the strangest party Shirley had ever not been invited to. Once they were in the middle of the party, the man announced,
“Isn’t our girl just lovely tonight? Well? Applaud,” the man announced loudly. Now, the room filled with applause for Shirley’s beauty. She could feel herself blushing despite the strangeness of it all.
“Who will be first?” The robed man’s deep voice actually deepened. Party goers looked from one to another. Finally, a strapping youngish man with shoulder-length black hair stepped forward. He wore a freshly pressed tuxedo and had piercings in both of his ears. His jaw was harsh and sexy to
Shirley.
First for what, she wondered, and breathed in deeply. The man approached her now. He wrapped one arm around her slight shoulder and placed the other against the fullness of her hip.
“Don’t worry about a thing tonight,” he whispered warmly. “You’re going to be a new woman by the time you leave.”
Shirley searched his eyes for further warmth but by now he had taken off his pants while the onlookers cheered on. Overwhelmed by what was happening, Shirley felt as though she might faint. She forgot everything, though, when she saw the man’s cock.
Few cocks a woman sees over the course of her lifetime could be described as absolutely perfect. A perfect cock must be huge, straight, full, and pink from vitality. A perfect cock must be rock hard and throbbing. It must taste as good as it looks. It must fuck even better. Shirley, though she had seen very few cocks at the age of 18, took one look at this man’s cock and knew instantly that she was in the presence of greatness.
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