Indecent Cravings: Part Two

by S. K. Cross

  On both sides of the door, up against the wall with their hands behind their backs, are two girls.

  Shit.

  Here they are.

  My competition.

  The one to the left of the door is a stunning blonde in a cowboy hat and a short little light denim jacket that only covers her shoulders. The only other piece of clothing she’s wearing is brown leather cowboy boots. Fuck me. Way too gorgeous.

  Her naturally perfect breasts and naturally blonde pussy is on full display with spread legs. Her breasts are big and perky with wide areolas and large nipples.

  The girl to the right of the door is equally stunning, but in a totally different way. She’s petite and black . . . not super dark but not super light either. Straightened hair, very long, tied in a long knot with a big red bow that falls down across her naked tummy. Her belly-button is pierced.

  Her breasts are tiny, but her ass is round and the black hair around her pussy is thick but well-trimmed. She wears a similar sash as mine, and combat boots.

  The cowgirl on my left looks rowdy, with a vicious stare that drills right through me.

  “Eyes down!” says Erica.

  The blonde drops the level of her eyes to the floor.

  The other girl doesn’t even look up at me.

  “Jayd”, says Erica, turning to me with a fierce stare. “Stand up against the wall to the right of the door we just entered. Face your co-applicants. This is Kayla and this is Nikki.”

  I grit my teeth, take a step back, and find the cold concrete wall. A chill zaps through me.

  “Permission granted for you to look at each other,” says Erica.

  Kayla and I look at each other instantly. We immediately hate each other.

  Bring it on, I say to her with my eyes.

  Done, says her eyes back to me with a squint that could kill.

  We stay like that for a long while.

  The black girl, Nikki, is the last to look up. There’s a warm vibe from her. I can’t help but like her, not to mention she’s one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever seen.

  Erica laughs. All three of us look at her. She folds her arms and puts her hand up to her mouth.

  “Sorry,” she says, stifling another one. “This is going to be fun. You ladies have no clue what you’re in for. Eyes down!” We all look down. I pick a cinderblock on the opposite wall to focus on. “Ladies, it’s been a pleasure. You must remain in that position until the Director arrives. He will be here shortly.” Erica opens the door, then turns back. “Or maybe not. Maybe you’ll just have to learn to love waiting.”

  The door slams shut.

  Shit.

  An eternity passes.

  Nikki looks like she’s going to either cry or dissolve. Kayla seems to grow fangs. I stare at her, an odd mix of hate and lust swirling through me.

  “Good afternoon,” says a voice I know well.

  Where did it come from? There’s nobody here but the three of us.

  We all look up, not that the voice is coming from above. Guess that’s just what people do when a disembodied voice enters the room.

  “This is your Director,” says the cruel gravelly tone I’ve come to know from orgasms on airplanes and in play pens.

  It’s him! He’s here! I’m going to see him again!

  A mix of excitement and raw horniness wraps itself around me.

  “Ladies,” says the Director, “please move into the next room. Shortest to tallest.”

  We all look up at each other. Nikki is clearly the shortest. She turns to the door on her side of the room and pulls the handle. She struggles a bit, but it opens. She walks through.

  I’m next. I squint and glare at Kayla as I follow Nikki.

  The wall to the left of the next room is bright white lit by a spotlight. There are several horizontal black lines on the wall, each a foot apart, and each with height markers.

  Oh, God, I’ve seen this on Criminal Minds and NCIS. It’s a lineup.

  To the right is a glass window that only reflects back an image of the three of us. There is another steel door next to it. Along the far wall rests a folding table and four metal folding chairs.

  “Backs to the wall,” says Lukas. His voice is calm and even-toned. “Heads up, eyes straight ahead.”

  I should feel fear, and I do. But it’s an exciting kind of fear to be here in this darkened room, not knowing who is watching us . . . and yet knowing. I’m secreting girl-fluids like a waterfall.

  “Spread your pussies, ladies.”

  Oh, no he didn’t!

  The three of us look at each other with hesitation.

  “Ladies, this is no time to be shy. Spread those pussies.”

  All three of us spread our legs and pull our lips apart.

  “Wider.”

  God, really? I grab the tips of my inner lips . . . ahhhh! . . . and pull my girl wide open, staring hard at the black glass. I can’t help but sneak a peek at the other girls’ snatches in the reflection.

  We stay like that for way too long.

  “Now turn around.”

  We all let go and turn around.

  “Spread your ass cheeks.”

  Oh God, really?

  “Move forward off the wall and bend over, pulling your ass cheeks apart as far as you can.”

  We comply.

  I catch a glimpse of Kayla giving me the evil eye as both of our heads press against the height chart wall. Is she growling at me? I swear she is.

  “Wider. Come on, ladies. I need to see those winking buttholes.”

  I pull my ass cheeks so far apart I swear I can feel a cool breeze on my asshole.

  We stay like that for another small eternity. He makes a sound like a pleased sigh.

  “Good girls. Face forward again.”

  We face forward.

  “Applicants, I put all three of you in the same group for a reason. You all have something distinctly in common. Some women never come. Some learn to come only later in life. Some come only with their clits. Some come only by loving the right man . . . or woman. Some come by vibrators only. Some come by tongues only. Then there are what I call The Sensitives . . . that’s the three of you. You’re a bit rare in the female world. The three of you share one trait . . . you all orgasm almost at the word orgasm. A slight summer breeze on your pussy lips is almost all it takes.

  A surge of energy passes through the room. I hear Nikki’s fast breath.

  Oh God, he’s right! How did he know that about me? Oh, yeah, right. Never mind. Stupid question.

  “Yes, I have some very good choices here. Delightful choices. You ladies will do fine. One of you almost just came from my words alone. I won’t say who, but I saw it in your eyes. You know who you are.”

  Was it me? I got a charge, but I didn’t get close to coming.

  Shit, is there really a girl in this room hornier than me?

  Suddenly, I’m jealous. But wait, is that really something good to be jealous about? The three of us look at each other, as if to say Was it you?

  In that moment, I notice that Nikki’s eyes are green. Are those contacts? Can a black girl have natural green eyes? A volcano of desire erupts inside me.

  I turn to Kayla. Her blue eyes pierce me, her pink narrow lips glistening in the bright light.

  “Ladies, let’s go over some rules. You will address me as Director. When I ask you a question, you will not say yes. You will respond by saying ‘If it pleases you, Director.’ If I ask you to perform a task, you will say ‘If it pleases you, Director.’ If you say yes, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Director,” we all say at the same time, all realizing our mistake.

  “Unbelievable. You all failed that test. If you do it again, today’s session is over and you all go back to your boring lives. That’s your punishment. Now answer me correctly.”

  “If it pleases you, Director,” we all say simultaneously.

  “Better. Now . . . you each indicated on your questionnaire that
you wish to be verbally degraded, that it’s a turn-on for you. Kayla, you will now be known as Cowgirl Whore. Jayd, you are Cockhound Slut. Nikki, you are Useless Fuckhole.”

  Nikki makes a little tamped-down squealing noise and shakes. Kayla and I both look at her. So, she’s the one!

  “Well, Useless Fuckhole, you like that, huh? My my my, you are The Most Sensitive of All, you dirty little useless piece of trash.”

  Nikki shakes all over again.

  Wow! Holy shit!

  I thought there was something wrong with me. But Nikki can come from just words. I suddenly have a burning desire to learn how to do that. I think I could.

  “So, let’s talk about give and take. I like to give, you like to be taken.”

  Oh God, that’s fucking hot! I bite my lower lip.

  “But I know at least one of you here feels shame. Is it you, Cowgirl Whore? Is it you, Useless Fuckhole? Is it you, Cockhound Slut? Shame is good. Shame means we are thinking human people. Only dregs have no shame. But shame can hold us back. Shame can limit us from being free. Shame can keep us from all that we can become. So how do we defeat shame? By handing it off to someone else. From now on, if there is something shameful that you want to experience, I grant you permission to enjoy it. Hand your shame to me. By giving me the power to order you to do the thing of which you are most ashamed, you are set free. It is no longer your responsibility. You are free to enjoy it, to revel in it. Because it pleases me. Now, step out a foot from the wall.”

  We all pause, and then take a step forward. The door next to the black window unlocks and opens.

  He’s coming closer to me! God, it’s about time! I can’t take much more. I may pull a Nikki.

  Footsteps clack through the door. Sounds like expensive shoes. I can’t help but smile a little.

  “Eyes down! Submissives keep eyes lower than a Dominant’s at all times, unless instructed to raise them. Acknowledge me.”

  “If it pleases you, Director,” we all say.

  Out of the corner of my eye I see them. Yep, I was right. Shiny black dress shoes. Black jeans again. Seems to be his thing. Bet there’s a flowing shirt up there, but I can’t tell from this angle. Doesn’t matter, really. He’d look stunningly alpha masculine in a pink fluffy bathrobe with bunny slippers.

  He walks past me and around Nikki to the far side of the room. I hear the sound of a pen on paper. Then I see his shoes walk in front of me.

  “Look up, Cockhound Slut!”

  I look up into his face.

  Oh my God, those eyes do it to me again! What the fuck is it about this man? Oh God . . . those chest muscles are poking out through an unbuttoned flowing black shirt. I even see . . .holy shit . . . the hint of a tattoo on his bulging shoulder. He’s holding a clipboard with a piece of paper on it.

  “Eyes!” he says. “Look me in the eyes!”

  I do.

  Mmmmmmmm.

  He clips the pen in his right hand onto the clipboard, then pats my pussy. Three taps. I shake all over.

  Almost. Ooooh, almost that time . . . almost.

  He laughs his evil laugh and his detached smile just like he did in the Play Pen at Lorena’s party, like I’m a toy with an On/Off switch.

  “Eyes back down.”

  I look down again at his pants. Oh, there’s the bulge again. Shit, he’s gotten me off three times and I haven’t even seen his tool, just its outline through the jeans on the plane. And now here again. So close to me, and yet so far. It must be fucking huge. I wonder if it’s as big as Karissa’s. No, nobody’s is that big.

  He moves over to Kayla. In the corner of my eye, I see him play with her breasts. He squeezes them, cups them, and then makes another note on his clipboard.

  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

  Then he moves around her and behind us.

  He laughs that same annoying little laugh he made at Lorena’s party. Like we’re not worthy enough for him and we’re wasting his time.

  “Good girls,” he says. “Very good girls. I admire you. I admire why you’re here. You want to be free. You’ve come to the right place. We mold people here. Strong people. You will emerge more powerful, stronger, more energized than you’ve ever felt. Now I want you to look at each other.”

  Oh God, really? He wants me to look at that bitch, Kayla? I sense the same reticence from Kayla as she turns to me.

  Goddamn, those eyes are gorgeous. I feel a flush down below.

  Then I look at Nikki. Another flush. She’s just as gorgeous, her dark skin shiny in the dim light. My eyes drift down to her moist cunt. I want to lick it.

  Who said that? Did I just say that?

  “Eyes up!” demands Lukas.

  “All three of you checked off that you do not want to experience multiple male partners, but you would be willing to enter into a situation where you are forced to be with the same gender to please a dominant man. Pause. Well guess what? Today is your lucky day. Today you will eat pussy and love it. Do you know why, Cowgirl Whore?”

  “Because it pleases you?” says Kayla.

  “Very good.” He strokes her hair.

  Oooh, it burns me when he touches her!

  He places his hand under her chin and raises her face up to look into his eyes.

  No! Those are my eyes, dammit! You can’t have them, slut!

  I see her face rise to meet his. He leans in to kiss her.

  Noooooooooo!

  At the last second, he turns to me and smiles, avoiding the kiss. Kayla looks pissed.

  “Eyes down, Cockhound Slut!”

  I try to gaze downward, but my eyes just won’t do as I say.

  “Didn’t you hear me?” he says.

  “Yes, Director.”

  “What?”

  “I mean, if it pleases you, Director.”

  “When I say down, I mean down!”

  “Yes Director! I mean, if it pleases you, Director.”

  “What part of the word down don’t you understand, Cockhound Slut?”

  “I’m sorry, Director.”

  “That is not how you apologize. You say, ‘I’m sorry to displease you, Director.’”

  “I’m sorry to displease you, Director.”

  A heavy silence hangs around the room as he glares at me and walks around me in a circle. It’s a fierce and angry stare.

  “Now, who is familiar with the term power exchange? Permission to speak freely granted.”

  “I am, Director,” I say.

  “Very good, Cockhound Slut. What is it?”

  “It is the heart of all BDSM relationships. It’s kind of like an agreement that can be emotional, spiritual, or sexual based on participants in a scene—one giving, the other receiving.”

  Lukas turns and looks at me. “Very very good, Cockhound Slut. I’m impressed. Where did you learn that?”

  “I read it in your book.”

  “You read my book?”

  “Yes.”

  Suddenly his face is right in mine. He seems angry. “You read my book?”

  “Um . . . if it pleases you, Director.”

  “No, that question was past tense, so, fuck, it’s okay.”

  Did he just say fuck? Oooh, he’s disturbed about something. What did I do?

  He walks over to the wall, bows in front of it like he’s asking for guidance, and then turns back to us.

  “Yes, Cockhound Slut,” he says, “Very good. There are many aspects to this lifestyle. Many variations. But the one constant is consensual power exchange. You choose to be here. I choose to be here. You choose to be submissive. I choose to be dominant. We are hurting nobody. We are only allowing the best of what is in us, our deepest and most fulfilling desires, to rise to the surface.”

  He glares at me for a split second. I can’t help it. I look up to meet his eyes. A charge throbs through me.

  Steady, Abigail.

  “Now, two of you have passed all the tests perfectly. One has not. One person will be dismissed today. And once you are dismissed, you may never return
. Being dismissed means you don’t have what it takes to be a part of the Academy. Is that clear?”

  “If it pleases you, Director,” Kayla and I say.

  “Is that clear?”

  “If it pleases you, Director,” all three of us say more loudly.

  He walks around us some more.

  “Now, it is time for inspection. Keep your gazes down.”

  Lukas walks between us. His black expensive shoes glisten in the dim light. I want to lick them.

  He walks in a front-to-back loop around us. Something . . . I think his shirt . . . grazes my buttocks as he passes.

  Oh!

  “Forward, Useless Fuckhole,” he says to Nikki. “You’re too close to the wall. I need to always be able to walk around you completely. Apologize.”

  “I’m sorry, Director”, she says.

  “Apologize in the proper way!”

  “I’m sorry . . . to displease you, Director.”

  “Eyes down!”

  She makes another little squeal. Did she just come again? Wow!

  I sense his presence near me. It’s like electric tentacles of man-presence, enveloping me in his spell. God, is this real? It’s like there’s an aura of power around him that’s tangibly electrified.

  I glance up at his face.

  “Eyes down, Cockhound Slut!” I put my eyes down. “Apologize, Cockhound Slut.”

  “I’m sorry to displease you, Director.”

  “I see I’m going to have a problem with you.”

  Kayla scoffs. He turns to her. “What did you say, Cowgirl Whore?”

  “Nothing, Director. I mean I’m sorry Director. I mean . . .”

  “Did I give you permission to speak?”

  “No, Director. I’m sorry to displease you, Director.”

  “I don’t know who’s worse. I’ve changed my mind. This is the most ridiculous crew I’ve ever seen. I may just cast all of you out. What would you think of that?”

  Shit, should I respond?

  “I give you permission to speak, Cockhound Slut.”

  “I would be greatly displeased, Director.”

  “Good. And you, Useless Fuckhole?”

  “I would be greatly displeased, Director.”

  “And you, Cowgirl Whore?”

  “I would be tormented forever that I didn’t live up to your expectations, Director.”