Just One Touch

by Mandy Rosko

  “Dex here, has a very special talent,” continued their host. Marcy circled Dex like he was her prey, her black heels clicking loudly on the floor of the stage. His feet and chest were bare, but the black dress pants were tight, showing off his bulge and leaving nothing for the audience to imagine what he had beneath them.

  “A talent that will make anyone he touches melt before him. And that is without the aid of his penis.” Marcy finished.

  Melody immediately understood. It was the reason her mother had taken Dex to her bed all those years ago. It had taken a while before she'd been able to get Dex himself to tell her what it was he was engineered to do, and when he did, she hadn't believed him.

  She looked around herself, listening to some of the confused murmurs of the crowd. Some of the men made lewd gestures, mimicking what they thought Dex's talent was.

  “No, no,” Marcy said, coming to stand just to the side of Dex. His two handlers had moved off to the side for better viewing, but they were no more than ten feet away.

  “Though he is talented with his mouth, this is a much more special talent.” She reached out with her hand, her fingers just brushing along the oiled skin of his massive shoulder.

  Dex shrugged away her fingers. It was his only reaction to her, and about as hostile as Melody had ever seen a stag openly be.

  Marcy hardly seemed to notice. “Our dear boy Dex, is able to bring any woman to climax, or man,” she added with a wolfish smile, “with touch only.” She lifted a finger, as though to emphasize that.

  “We can do that too!” One woman yelled. Laughter travelled through the crowd like ripples in a pond.

  Marcy shook her head. “Yes, we all have that ability, but let me assure you that this is much different. With just a single brush of his hand, or mouth,” she said with a smile. The bright red lipstick suddenly made her look more devilish. “Dex can bring you to orgasm. One touch. No rubbing, petting, stroking, just plain touch. He was engineered for it.”

  Another murmur, louder this time, passed through the crowd.

  Melody could understand their disbelief, seeing as she herself didn't believe it when Dex told her all those years ago. It was one thing to engineer a stag to keep an erection for long periods of time, or to have one on command, but to bring orgasm with a single touch? It sounded impossible.

  “Can you prove it?” Someone called.

  Marcy searched through the crowd, then touched her hand to the barely visible headset on her ear, eager smile never leaving her face. “Yes, someone asked a question? Who was that, please?”

  Everyone looked amongst themselves, searching for the woman who'd asked.

  She must have gone suddenly shy under the attention, because no one lifted their hand to take credit.

  Macy's smile wavered. “Do we have any questions?”

  Melody steeled herself, shooting her hand up into the air. “I did,”

  Everyone stopped to look at her. She lowered her hand slowly, suddenly feeling caught as a hovering stage light streamed its circular light over her, trapping her in the gazes of everyone in the hall. The bright artificial white light in her eyes practically blinded her to everything around her.

  Now she understood why that other woman kept quiet.

  Marcy's smile came back in full force now that she had her victim in sight. “Yes, sorry, what was your question?” Her voice came loud and clear over the speakers.

  “I, uh,” Melody cleared her throat and raised her voice so as to be heard as well as Marcy. “I was wondering if you could prove the claim. It's not very reliable,” she said, forcing her arms to keep from crossing in front of her.

  She looked to the side and caught sight of Dex's eyes, wide on her. She could see the whites all around the blue pupils. His mouth was open only a fraction, but it was enough. He recognized her, and the sight of her had shocked the hell out of him.

  Marcy nodded. “Of course we can prove it. Come on right up here.”

  Every vertebra in Melody's spine went tight. “What?”

  Marcy made large scooping movements with her hands. “Come on up stage and we'll give you a free preview.”

  A giant fist reached inside her and squeezed her heart, stomach, ribs and guts in a tight iron cast. She hadn't meant for them to test it out on her!

  The crowd began clapping and whistling, urging her to go on up with as much vigour as Marcy herself. They wanted proof too, it seemed.

  Dex's shocked expression was replaced with something a little more curious. A single dark brow was lifted slightly over that perfect forehead as he awaited her decision. Did he want her to go up? Or stay where she was?

  Melody steeled her shoulders. She wasn't a kid anymore, and this time, he was in no position to deny her like all those years ago. She was going to be reckless.

  At least the benefit of this was that no one here knew who she was, so it wasn't like this would be something to be embarrassed about later.

  Back straight, she moved through the heavy crowd of buyers and sellers—had they all multiplied by a hundred?—and walked up the little wooden steps to get to the stage with all the pride of a queen.

  Marcy was having none of that. She held out her hands to Melody and looped their arms together, all best friends forever like, as they walked towards the tethered stag.

  He wasn't just looking at Melody now, he was studying her. His shrewd eyes, going up and down her not so fabulous body, made her shrink a little on the inside. Noting the lack of difference the years made on her curves, no doubt.

  Despite her hurt pride, she moved like she was on a catwalk.

  Still, did he have to look at her like that? It was hard for Melody to find and wear clothes that made her body look sexy. She was too skinny—and yes, there was such a thing—so as far as curves went, it was fair to say that she had about as many curves as a twig. Dex's eyes made sure that she knew about it too.

  The crowd was still laughing and cheering and smiling as she made her way up and stood before the towering male. From down below with the rest of the ladies, he was big, but up close, he stood a whole head taller than her, and she wasn't exactly short, and his body size alone had to be four times what she had.

  She gulped as she looked up at him. She'd forgotten how big he was. His massive chest rose and fell in even breaths, his nipples slightly budded from the air conditioning. Every inch of her skin tightened at the urge to touch him. It had been so long since those days when she would slink into his room, or he into hers, for a few minutes alone.

  She'd looked at the male body before, plenty of times, stag and men. It was a requirement for her job and the times she'd dated.

  Dex was far superior to anyone she'd ever seen, even now, years later when she had more experience in such things.

  “Alright ladies, now that we have our volunteer, let's get on with the show!” Marcy raised her arm up high, her hand fisted, enticing the crowd into more cheering and clapping that engulfed the whole space of the room.

  Dex's face suddenly relaxed, and his lips lifted in the gentlest of smiles, and Melody couldn't hear herself think. Only a strange thumping in her ears as her breath picked up.

  “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” she'd asked him, feeling scrawny and simple next to his muscles.

  “No,” he replied. Dex stood straight, back to her door, waiting to be commanded. He looked ridiculous standing in her room, her pink painted room, a colour she hated, and filled with stuffed animals. She never had much use for them, except now, hiding behind one of her teddy bears seemed like a comforting idea.

  “Liar,” she said, her eyes going up and down his body. He was dressed as he usually was. Feet bare, huge chest exposed. Today he was wearing joggers instead of dress pants. He was for her mother's personal use, not to be done up and rented out, so there was no need to put him in expensive suits. He hadn't been oiled, his hair hadn't been gelled, and it was even allowed to grow out a little.

  That dark brow lifted. “You don't believe me?”


  “Of course not, you're a stag.” It had come out bitchier than intended, but she didn't care. It had gone around her school that her mother was keeping a stag in their house, and Melody was the one bearing the brunt of that.

  There was nothing illegal about it, nothing even morally wrong with it, but the other girls in school were making her life hell, asking if she herself was allowed access to the stag, and saying that she must not be a virgin because their rooms were virtually next to each other. Fucking Stephanie, Melody's former best friend, had been the one to let that slip. Even the boy she liked wouldn't look at her anymore, and just when she'd finally got up the courage to tell him her name.

  It had hurt.

  That didn't stop her from wanting to get back at her mother, or the way her stomach constricted, or her heart from skipping beats now that she'd finally gotten Dex in her room. The one place in the house he was forbidden to be.

  Dex reached his hand out to her, and the sensations she'd felt then were on her now, only worse. She couldn't hear the crowd anymore, just the hard drum beating in her ears. Her heart.

  His fingers were hot as they touched down on her collar bone. A shiver passed through her entire body. Her sex throbbed immediately as though he had touched her there, crooking his finger inside her folds. Then his calloused, warm palm lay flat down over her heart. He slid his hand up and around the curve of her neck. There was no pressure, no grip, he was just resting his hand there.

  He'd touched her before, but it had always been innocent, he'd never done this, the thing he'd always refused to do to her no matter how much she'd order him to. He wouldn't have sex with her, and he wouldn't touch her in that way he was engineered to do. This would be the very first time, and now, in front of all these people, he had to do it.

  Melody's legs shook as the electric tingles shot straight down from his hot touch all the way to her swollen sex. Her lips trembled, and she bit down on them to keep from showing any other outwards signs of pleasure, but then, that invisible finger moved and stroked her through her wet panties, she jolted and moaned.

  It wasn't a long, drawn out sort of sound. Because she'd been holding back, it came out as more of a startled squeak, but it was enough to pull her out of the haze she was falling into and become more aware of the things around her.

  Dex still hadn't moved, his hand stayed right where it was, the other down at his side, not touching the folds of her sex, not rubbing at her clit. What the hell...how was he doing this?

  The buzzing crowd grew silent, as though they were watching an engrossing play, rather than a quick sex show. No one could take their eyes away, and despite the fact that Melody already had her proof that his touch was indeed bringing her physical pleasure with no apparent effort on his part, she couldn't bring herself to give the command to stop.

  It was too good. Exactly what she'd wanted him to do to her. If only it was his real hand touching her between her legs and not...whatever it was she was feeling down there.

  So it went on. More sensations passed through her. Even though she was still fully dressed, she felt the distinctive lick of a velvet tongue swiping down her stomach, her thighs, and then inside the place she wanted it most. As though he were actually between her thighs, a hand ghosted back up her body to pinch and caress her breast and nipple.

  Melody squeezed her eyes shut against the onslaught, but they kept right on coming. Her hair came down from her bun in waves, his fingers threading through the strands, grabbing, pulling her closer as Dex climbed up her body. She opened her mouth to the sensation of his soft lips on hers, and his cock thrusting inside her.

  When she opened her eyes, she jerked back in surprise. Dex still had only his one hand on her, her hair was up, and she was still fully dressed.

  “What—?” She nearly fell back a step, but now Dex's hand tightened on her shoulder. A little smile played on his lips.

  “You always wanted this.”

  She barely saw his lips move as he spoke. Rough and accusing words they were, but he was right, and now, he wasn't about to let her get away.

  Her face felt overly hot, and she knew she was that unattractive red she became whenever the heat got away with her. A layer of warm sweat broke out over her skin, but Dex kept right on going.

  The jolting pleasure hit her again as she felt the steady thrusting inside her speed up. She couldn't take it anymore. Melody collapsed against his chest, allowing his other arm to wrap around her. He held her up as she gasped and moaned in earnest.

  She didn't care about the hundreds of people watching her. People? What people? It was just her and him. Dex never moved his hands, he just held her.

  Then the images came on along with the sensations. Visions of herself on her back, legs open to the man in front of her, then on her knees in front of him while he pumped in and out of her mouth.

  For a second it was like she wasn't even on stage anymore, but alone with him in her bedroom, having the best sex of her life.

  “Oh, God, fuck me!” she cried out.

  “I will.”

  Then the pulsing, mind numbing, pleasure building inside her hit that peak and it was a downward glide from there, faster and faster until everything inside her exploded and let go.

  When she opened her eyes, she was on her knees, for real this time, and not in her mind. Dex's hand was no longer on the crook of her neck, as he was still standing straight, but Melody kept a firm grip on his calf. She didn't remember grabbing him.

  Her vagina throbbed, she needed a change in underwear, and she was still catching her breath. Her heart and lungs were having trouble working as she panted for breath while that hard beating raged in her ears.

  Then she stopped and fully took in her position. Oh damn, she was on her knees. She looked up at the outright shock on Dex's face. The breath of the hall seemed to be on hold.

  Melody didn't know what had actually happened, but she could picture it, and think on what it must have looked like to the crowd of people.

  A stag had forcefully put a human woman on her knees. Completely illegal.

  Putting a stag or doe on their knees was not an issue, and buyers only allowed themselves to be put on their knees when no one was around to see it.

  Forcing a buyer or handler on their knees was considered a defiant act, comparable to the violence of pushing a human down, attempting to escape, or attempting to force sex, and punishable by immediate death.

  The two handlers came forward before Melody could pull herself up. They grabbed for her arms instead of Dex's, hauling her up and dusting her off, as though nothing happened.

  Marcy quickly took the forefront of the stage. “As you all can see, he has a real impact!”

  Small, nervous smiles and chuckles sounded. Hesitant clapping followed that only grew stronger and louder as the atmosphere cleared.

  It wasn't unusual for a handler to try and brush off any untoward behaviours of her stag in order to keep from losing out on income, or pay fines. Melody was just glad no one here was a stickler for the law.

  “How do you feel?”

  Melody jerked. Marcy had been talking to her.

  She took stock of herself. Her knees were still iffy and she was leaning against one of the handlers to keep her balance. She pulled away and straightened herself. It was a matter of willpower to make her voice come out strong without clearing her throat. God, she hoped she wasn't still blushing. “He does what you said he does.”

  Marcy shot away from her before Melody even finished speaking, focusing all her attention back on the audience. “There you have it, ladies! Bidding is now open at five hundred dollars. Any bids for five hundred?”

  Of course someone put their hand up, and another, and another. The few buyers who thought Melody was faking it just walked off to keep browsing amongst the other stag available.

  Melody wasn't about to do the same. She looked back to Dex, who was still chained to the post in the centre of the stage. No one came to escort Melody off. It was like t
hey'd forgotten all about her now that the bidding wars were starting.

  Not Dex. He was staring at her, hard. The hand that had brought her such an intense orgasm was now resting on one of his chains.

  Every memory she had of him came back like they were happening all over again, every feeling he had stirred inside her, and the grief she felt when he'd been taken away.

  She was done her shopping.

  “One hundred thousand,” Melody said.

  Marcy stopped to look at her. “Pardon?”

  “I bid one hundred thousand dollars for this stag.”

  Poor Marcy looked like a rabbit in a wolf's den. She looked back out amongst the sea of buyers, clearly not knowing what to do. It seemed no one ever tried to outbid like this on her watch before.

  “The bidding is still down to only two thousand. Are you—?”

  “I'm sure. One hundred thousand.”

  Marcy deactivated the tiny mic in her ear and stepped closer, keeping her voice down so the crowd below couldn't hear her. “That's a lot of money. Will you be able to pay it?” Marcy's eyes roamed up and down Melody's suit dress, her heels, and makeup. It was as though she were trying to determine whether or not Melody's clothes were as expensive as they looked.

  Melody pulled out her plasti-tab from her beaded purse, stretched the screen out to a comfortable size, and loaded the encrypted page for her banking information. “Right now if you like.”

  Marcy blinked at her, and then, mouth open, turned her attention back to the audience, her mic back on. “Do I have any bids at one hundred five?”

  Everyone looked amongst themselves, likely just as confused as Marcy on whether or not Melody's bid was real.

  Others shook their heads and left, the bid way out of their price range.

  “Going once. Going twice...” Marcy waited much longer than required at this stage before she finally gave in. “Sold, to the client on stage.”

  Chapter Two

  Dex thought for sure that his number was up when Melody fell to her knees in front of that huge crowd of people. With his hand on her when she fell, it might have looked as though he'd pushed her down. Hardly violence against a human, but it was arguable, at any rate, and if someone had decided to argue that, it wouldn't have been long before he'd be strapped to a table being euthanized.