Writer’s note: I sincerely apologise, for I must admit that I have lost the motivation to continue this piece, although I have quite a few more episodes planned. Nonetheless, I believe readers would be looking for closure and if I am unable to push through with the whole episodes, I would attempt to at least write summaries of the plot of how this story ends.
But it’s going to take some time.
Episode 19
*Buzz Buzz (handphone)
K: You ready?
S: Where are we going? I need to know what to wear!
K: Doesn’t matter, just wear whatever. And the plug. Coming to get you in 5!
“Ugh! Whatever, I’m just gonna make myself comfortable then” Sydney uttered, to no one in particular.
When Kent got to her door, Sydney was in one of the hall’s dry-fit sleeveless t-shirts and FBTs, her ass stuffed with the present Kent gave her. Sydney had never told Kent, but she had secretly been using it herself, deriving more and more pleasure from it and getting used to its size. With her current outfit, Sydney was half-expecting Kent to stop her and request for a change given how casual she looked.
Instead, Kent was in something similar, a dry-fit t-shirt of his own and simple shorts.
“Wheree aree weee goinggg~ tell me tell me tell me!” Sydney asked playfully.
“It’s a surprise! You’ll find out soon enough” Kent responded calmly.
After a journey that involves getting out of campus, onto the MRT, another bus before Kent led Sydney towards a HDB block numbered 851. Puzzled, as nothing about the block rings a bell, Sydney was led up to the 10th floor, before staring down a metal gate with the wooden door tightly shut.
Kent pulled out a key and announced, seemingly at the void ahead, “I’m home!”. Causing Sydney to lift one eyebrow in response.
“Kent brought me home? What for? Oh no is his parents home? Oh dear i’m in FBTs and a butt plug!” Sydney thought.
“回来了啊！怎么没跟我说今天有回来？” a tender feminine voice called out in response, interrupting Sydney’s thoughts.
[You’re home?! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home today!]
Soon the person behind the voice appeared and brief introductions were made, where Kent conveniently described Sydney as a “friend” and ushered her into what Sydney assumed was Kent’s room.
Before Sydney could even get to nosing around his possessions, she heard Kent shut and locked the door behind himself, embracing her from behind and showering her with kisses.
Hands and lips explored without constraint as the couple quickly found themselves hot in passion, Sydney’s clothes getting peeled off one at a time. It was certainly unexpected and Sydney could feel Kent’s desire for her emanating, which was a huge turn-on.
“Fuck me” Sydney whispered, softly enough in Kent’s ears to drive him crazy. It took almost all of his willpower to stop himself from plunging into her right there and then.
“We’ll get to that” Kent answered as he pulled himself away, staring into Sydney’s eyes.
Reaching for his sling bag, Kent extracted two masquerade masks, passing one to Sydney.
“What are you up to you sly fox” Sydney hissed, eyeing him suspiciously. Whatever it was, Sydney knew she was game. In fact, she can already feel herself getting wet with anticipation of what’s to come, although she frankly had no idea.
Soon, a mask was all they wore as they resumed their foreplay. It seemed exceptionally erotic to Sydney, their naked bodies entangling with each other while their faces remained partially obscured. She even caught a glance of how the butt plug looked in her in the mirror as they continued their delicate dance.
“Remember, my family is outside” Kent said lustfully as his palm landed hard on the skin around Sydney’s delicate asscheeks. It’s Sydney’s turn to resist moaning out loud in response, needing no reminder that the only thing separating them and the rest of his family is the thin door that probably doesn’t do very well in sound proofing.
Slowly but surely, Sydney felt herself being nudged towards the window with each grasp and stroke that Kent placed on her. Realizing Kent’s intentions, Sydney found herself struggling against his efforts. Unlike in hall or a random public place, there is a real chance people could identify, enquire and trace the identity of the couple here and Sydney was not comfortable with what Kent was intending.
Sensing Sydney’s concerns, Kent assured her that with the mask, no one would be able to identify them and he would turn off the lights such that only the shape of their bodies could be seen clearly from the outside.
Reluctant but willing to please, Sydney agreed, feeling infinitely better with the lights off. Back in Kent’s embrace, Sydney was led face forward one step at a time until she was flushed with the protective railings of the window, her modest breasts protruding slightly outside. Sydney could pockets of lights in the flats of the opposite block, some watching TV, others doing their dishes, none of them have looking this way yet.
In fact, people generally do not seem too interested in what’s outside their houses, unless what’s within bored them so much they sought attention without.
Pleading to be entered by now, Kent continued to deny Sydney her satisfaction, instead tying each of Sydney’s hands high up above her head onto the milk-coloured, horizontal metal protective railings. Sydney was rendered immobile, helplessly stuck and gazing across nervously for any frantic eyes that might look this way. Sydney can no longer tell what Kent was doing behind her, as even turning her head was difficult.
Fortunately, Sydney doesn’t need to see to know what Kent is doing when a moist tongue landed just above her folds and fingers began tugging on her butt plug simultaneously.
“Ugh, Ahh, Ahh” Sydney moaned softly as both her love holes were pleased at the same time. Sydney tried her best to keep it down, cognizant of Kent’s family but the stimulation proved intense and impossible.
“AHHHHH” Sydney wailed when two fingers prodded into her love hole, even while her love nub was being sucked upon and repeatedly licked and the butt plug dislodged and relodged.
Sydney could hardly pay attention to anything else, closing her eyes as wanton lust took over. “Take me, take me now, please” Sydney begged even as Kent continued.
“May I on the lights now?” Kent asked playfully, continuing to tease and please.
“Yes, yes whatever just fuck me now”
The next thing Sydney knew, the room lights were back on and Kent slid himself gracefully inside her, starting at a comfortable, sensual rhythm as he continued to kiss and lick the sides of Sydney’s neck. The familiar feeling of Kent being back in her was too much to bear as Sydney started moaning uncontrollably again.
Trying to meet him with every stroke, Sydney began to be aware of the eyeballs they were attracting. Half naked uncles, some smoking, were now staring intently at the sensual coupling the two were at. Every slow stroke obvious as Sydney was pressed hard against the railing, recoiling from it momentarily as Kent loaded the next one. As if aware of the same fact, Sydney felt her hair being tugged roughly backwards while Kent’s hand groped her exposed breast roughly, seemingly to declare and announce through body language that the meat was taken, himself speeding up significantly.
All Sydney could do was to clench up her leg muscles, bracing for each hit as Kent took her again and again. Sydney found herself building fast towards her own orgasm when her thoughts were interrupted by two rapt knocks on the room door.
“Are you guys okay?” rang a muted voice from outside
Sydney was at a loss of what to do but Kent was not perturbed, continuing to finish what he had set out to do, until he pulled out at the last second and came on Sydney’s butt and back. Sydney barely came herself seconds before as semen pooled on the small of her back and traced down her legs.
Instead of wiping her down, Sydney felt Kent dipping his fingers into his own product, smearing them across Sydney’s sweat sheened skin and even applying onto a helpless Sydney’s face and boobs who couldn’t resist.
“Nutritious facial” Kent declared, despite Sydney’s verbal protests. Even dipping some into her mouth for a taste.
When Sydney was finally released (to the disappointment of her audience), she kissed Kent fervently, telling him how great it was and also to pass some of his sick semen taste over.
Kent was none the wiser, kissing Sydney passionately back before announcing that their itinerary was not yet complete…
With a click sound, Kent’s room door lock came undone as the couple stepped out into the living room. Kent was back in the clothes he came in with, but Sydney wasn’t. Instead, Sydney was in Kent’s clothes, specifically his white button-down, collared, business shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows while the top three buttons were left unbuttoned. Sydney was also only allowed the panties she was wearing a little while ago, showing a good amount of skin.
Kent’s dad could only stare wordlessly as the couple left the apartment.
The couple held hands as their strolled towards their next destination. There weren’t many people around at this time, although for the few that they’ve encountered, their eyes went wide with disbelief when they realised Sydney was not wearing bottoms nor a bra. The couple paid no heed.
“Alright, here we are” Kent announced.
On an elevated platform, a light breeze - albeit with a little heat here in SIngapore - blows in onto them. In the middle they stand elevated, atop the divider, sea of red lights rushing in one direction on one side, dulled yellow rushing in the opposing direction on the other.
“Here?” Sydney asked quizzically.
Kent answered wordlessly, frenching Sydney as they looked out at the scene before them. Pulling his own zipper down, Kent quickly urged aside Sydney’s panties and slid into her, earning a short gasp from Sydney, oblivious to all the cars that zoom pass below them. Barely moving below, he took off one more of Sydney’s buttons, sliding the sides of the shirt sideways until it revealed Sydney’s beautiful shoulders and collarbones, her tantalizing mounts just underneath.
To any passerby walking behind them, it looked just like any other couple smooching atop a roofed overhead bridge. There was no haste in the lovemaking, their movements slow and deliberate, until Kent finished for the second time that day, inside her. Sydney felt full, both physically and emotionally when they were done and decided, on her own initiative, to leave her soaked panties behind for the next lucky person who finds it.
Episode 20
“Alright, it’s a wrap!” announced the director vehemently.
Handshakes and thank yous began sprouting in soft murmurs, seemingly from everywhere at once as Chelsea did her rounds too. She had just finished filming an advertisement for one of the biggerer blogshops, which is considering putting it up on youtube, TV or even the big screen.
As a first-timer, Chelsea certainly had her share of hiccups, but thanks to the patience of the director and crew, filming seemed to take place rather smoothly, easing the Chelsea’s worries. Now that it was all done and dusted, Chelsea felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off her shoulders. All the research, preparations, memorizing of lines, actual acting - overwhelming for someone new no less - had not been in naught and for the first time, Chelsea appreciated what the chinese proverb meant by ten years of hard work for ten minutes on stage.
Furthermore, Jeremy had promised a sumptuous dinner after knowing all the stress and preparation work Chelsea had to endure. It was certainly something Chelsea was looking forward to, both about having a big meal and wondering about what the big meal was going to be.
Returning to hall for a shower and a change. Chelsea received the odd request to doll up for the post-filming celebration, although she was more than happy to comply. In a way, her interactions with Vince and Jeremy had made her a more confident woman. The thing is, being a hot girl, Chelsea knows she’s hot, but insecurities plague one’s mind nevertheless. If anything, the past few months had just resulted in her discarding them and learning more about her own body, her strengths and ways to flaunt them.
Which was why Chelsea selected a classy black one-piece that provided a decent neckline for the occasion, the dress wrapping along her curves tightly, with large swathes being intentionally thin such that anything beneath can be clearly seen. It matches well with her black maximiser bra, ensuring that while the bra and its outline can be appreciated without much effort, the career line it creates also draws attention like moths to a fire. It also ends modestly around mid-thigh, allowing different parts of the wearer to be enjoyed at the same time.
Chelsea can’t help but smirk when she saw how smitten the private-hire driver was when Chelsea and Jeremy were picked up from hall.
Approaching their destination, the restaurant certainly seemed classy. Quiet with black and brown colours, decorated with sake bottles along its walls and dark blue japanese tiles, the mood seem solemn and hushed. The lighting was also slightly dimmed, Chelsea observed when Jeremy and Chelsea were led into their seats, a compact but private tatami room that seem to be able to sit up to 6.
Instead of taking the seat opposite Chelsea, Jeremy instead sat by her side, prompting Chelsea to ask if they were expecting anyone else.
“Ah, Sir, you’re right on time” Jeremy greeted politely with a slight bow when the door slid open to allow the entry of their guest, a familiar face.
“Oh? Hi Director, sorry I wasn’t aware that you’ll be joining us this evening” Chelsea quickly appended her own greeting in response.
“I certainly hope the restaurant we have chosen and the offerings they have is to your liking. Please please, let’s have a look at the menu…”
Minutes later, the small, dark brown wooden table barely knee-high was filled with various Japanese delicacies, from sashimi slices of common fishes such as salmon, yellowtail and tuna, to tuna belly, fresh lobsters, raw scallops and sea urchin. Foie gras, Kobe beef and sake was also served for the small patrons of three.
The mood was jovial as they dug into their food, ordering more and more sake as it went down in an excellent manner with the seafood.
For Chelsea, history had proved that she was never the best drinker and if any, beer or gin was more of her thing. For strong alcohol like sake, it had only felt great when sliding down her throat but did not do wonders for her head, which began a low throb soon after.
As the eating slowed down and the drinking picking up, Jeremy thanked the Director once again for the opportunity given to Chelsea for her to gain some mainstream exposure. The Director humbly replied that Chelsea has done very well for herself, being a first-timer and all, the partnership most definitely mutually beneficial.
The pleasantries thus exchanged, Jeremy reminded the Director to remember Chelsea if similar roles ever come up and to look out for future opportunities for Chelsea. In response, the Director was about to utilise one of his many well prepared and rehearsed replies to such abundant requests when he realised this was no conventional, polite speech…
Specifically, Jeremy was stretching his arms over slightly light-headed Chelsea, pulling her closer into his embrace as he gave his pitch about more future opportunities for Chelsea. Like a well-practised surgeon, Jeremy slid a portion of Chelsea’s dress off her shoulder, slowly and deliberately, earning confused looks from Chelsea.
Chelsea was taken aback at the sudden gesture, desperately trying to establish eye contact with Jeremy even as he continued. Chelsea whispered urgently to get Jeremy’s attention, not daring to outrightly reject his advances yet wondering whether Jeremy was drunk, given how he appears to be sexually motivated despite the audience. It may have been a little kinky, Chelsea admits, to engage in coitus with a chance of exposure. To do her in front of someone respectable and known is a completely different ball game altogether.
However, Jeremy simply ignored her and locked gazes with the Director as he proceeded to work on the other shoulder, sliding the dress off with equal lack of haste and precision.
Seeing that his counterpart was still unmoved, Jeremy slid his palm underneath Chelsea’s dress, to her utter horror, and hooked his forefinger over the waistband of her matching black lace panties and tugged. Freeing her privates, Jeremy openly stroked Chelsea’s slit with equal purpose while Chelsea was paralyzed with indecision at the situation on hand.
Chelsea didn’t quite know how to react, frozen in place as each stroke brought more blood to her already flushed cheeks. Chelsea could barely form the words of resistance in her mouth before she felt her nether regions flushed with arousal, the urge to moan overcoming the urge to resist. As if sensing her reluctance, Jeremy simply tipped Chelsea’s head back, letting her lean back on Jeremy’s chest as the strokes moved like clockwork while the gazes return to the stalemate.
The impasse was finally broken when Jeremy progressed as far as peeling back one of Chelsea’s bra cups to manipulate her light brown nipple even as the action below continued, drawing a smile from the Director whose demeanor had been solemn throughout. The transaction concluded, Jeremy patted Chelsea’s ass twice, requesting that she now provide some pleasure to the expectantly awaiting Director.
Going around the table with wobbly knees, Chelsea found herself moving without hesitation, reaching in for the zip and belt before her oral cavity engulfed the rigid member that had been kept waiting. Conversation between the men progressed, but Chelsea hardly registered anything, her mind preoccupied by the modest erectile tissue in her mouth while palms atop her head and wrapped about one of her breasts distracted her.
“I’m glad our offering delights you, I have prepared this for your enjoyment, no less. Give me a call if you need me again good sir…” Chelsea heard Jeremy drone on from the other side, before a gentle hand lifted her chin up and the Director began to get dressed.
Confused and disconnected, Chelsea was helped back into her clothes, her undies still with Jeremy, before she was paraded to the posh elevator, her head resting on the Director’s shoulder, his open palm firmly on her butt.
A few cups of tea later, Jeremy found his phone ringing.
“Hello?” Jeremy answered apprehensively. It was the Director.
“Hey Jeremy, uh, I’m almost done here. Come up now.” the Director replied.
“Sure thing” Jeremy answered, unsure what to make of the phone call. To start, Jeremy swore he could hear Chelsea screaming and moaning in the background. It was nothing like how she was when she was with Vince and him. It sounded… different. To add, it certainly didn’t sound like they were done, so why did the Director call him now? Why not wait until he was done?
And perhaps most importantly, what was the Director doing to Chelsea?!
Stashing his burning questions aside, Jeremy made his way to the room he had booked earlier. Tapping firmly on the door twice, he could hear muffled commotion and sounds of shuffled feet within before the door swung open.
Jeremy swore he could have heard the sound of his jaw hitting the floor.
Before him was Chelsea, still connected at the hip with the Director, who had just opened the door. Both were completely naked. Chelsea’s makeup was smudged, her hair a mess and Chelsea looked like she had just been crying. Her eyes were red, her face was red and light bruises were beginning to appear at random places in Chelsea’s body. At places where it wasn’t already covered by crude words scrawled by black permanent marker ink that is.
In the narrow doorway, the Director behind Chelsea, still putting in the occasional pump, greeted Jeremy and instructed him to hold Chelsea down, securing her hands to the wall.
For whatever it was that the Director had planned, Chelsea resisted wholeheartedly. Even a smack or two to the head was apparently not enough to convince her.
Jeremy was wrought with indecision at the request. He could clearly see Chelsea’s pleading eyes, see her shaking her head discreetly, silently mouthing for him not to do it, begging with her life. Yet given how much they have already committed, it did not make any sense for them to stop now. Looking away, Jeremy steeled his will and grabbed onto the wrist of Chelsea, firmly pressing them into the wall, kicking the door close behind himself with a backswing of his feet.
Two things happened at once.
For Chelsea, the fight went completely out of her. She knew she could try her best against one man, but it was an inconceivable task against two. Chelsea could only close her eyes and grit her teeth for what is to come, her experiences with even Vince and Jeremy insufficient to prepare her for something like this.
For the Director, he sniggered triumphantly, muttering “yes yes…” as he pulled out of Chelsea. Re-adjusting his aim, he aligned his tool with his objective and thrusted hard, earning loud wails from Chelsea at the pain produced. However, without any preparation or help, the Director did not succeed, having to repeat the process two times before he found himself firmly lodged within Chelsea’s chrysanthemum, earning angry protests from her, floodgates in her tear ducts opening right up once again.
When it was all said and done, the Director put on his clothes, sated for the evening. Chelsea lay slumped on the queen-sized bed, one hand clutching her throbbing butt. The Director took out wads of blue currency and unceremoniously dumped them on Chelsea’s unmoving body, seemingly to humiliate her further before exiting the room.
“I don’t ever want to have anything to do with that guy again” Chelsea stated resolutely into the silence, five minutes after the Director left. Jeremy sighed in despair, understanding that after all of the efforts tonight, including Chelsea’s sacrifice, has just done the drain in lieu of Chelsea’s decision. Yet even Jeremy couldn’t bring himself to force Chelsea given what he had just witnessed, Chelsea’s body still fresh with the bruises and words like “Slut”, “Bitch” and “Whore” in black permanent marker ink.
As per usual, episode turned out too long, so i split them up
Episode 21.1
The best thing about Kent, Sydney thought to herself, is how he never fails to surprise her with some kinky fun.
And with that thought Sydney headed towards his room for “date night” after her dinner, her face peppered with some light makeup she had just learnt from Chelsea. Brimming with anticipation, she wonders once again, what Kent has in plan for her.
Where is Kent going to exhibit her this time? Are they going to involve other sexual partners? How many orgasms is Sydney will get?
Distracted, Sydney caught herself staring at the Kent’s room door awkwardly, her mind unaware of the journey taken.
Two short knocks later, Sydney was led into the room and noticed that Alex was also in. More glaringly, on Kent’s bed lies an inconspicuous army green towel, with neatly arranged objects of various sizes in a row. Unknownst to Sydney, it was laid out exactly like how serviceman in the armed forces would lay out the various components of their rifle, the sequence important but subtle.
Upon closer inspection, Sydney realised that the objects are sex toys and caught Alex’s smirk from the corner of her eyes even her own widened.
“Well, that butt plug certainly looked bigger than the one I had been using.” Sydney thought.
Kent leaned in for a kiss, lingering a little after the smooch and nonchalantly signalled for Sydney to strip.
Sydney stripped herself off quickly, not hesitating one bit, which surprised herself despite being fully aware of Alex’s presence. After all, Alex had pretty much seen all of her anyway right? Besides, he was also kind of cute. Likewise, Alex seem to have completely taken for granted the sight of Sydney nude. In fact, he even started to lower his shorts…
With all of her clothes in a heap in the corner, Sydney noticed from the edges of her vision that Alex was openly wanking himself at the sight of her. It only helped to excite Alex further as Sydney stood in position while Kent’s task begun. Inserting the remote bullet first, Sydney didn’t feel much except slightly intruded. A low hum signalled the start of the vibrations and Sydney could feel her body coming alive. Every part of her seemed to gradually tune in and be ready for action, moisture secreting from within.
The stimulation and lubrication was useful, as Kent lubed up the butt plug and assisted Sydney with it. The difference in girth was apparent to Sydney, who could feel it stretching her backdoor wider than it had ever been. Taking deeper breaths intuitively, Sydney braced as it inched into her, her face convoluting in weird ways, struggling to take all of it.
Alex whistled when it was firmly lodged in Sydney, reminding her of his presence and her achievement. Fully plugged in below, desire rose within Sydney, her sexuality unleashed.
Sydney turned to face Alex, who was still tugging on himself.
Taking slow, deliberate steps which allowed her hips to sway in an exaggerated manner, Sydney approached Alex. “Need some help?” she whispered seductively beside Alex’s ear, her hair lightly brushing Alex as Sydney offers her breast while Kent looked on from the bleachers.
Wasting no time, Alex’s mouth latched onto Sydney’s nipple, licking and sucking while Sydney replaced his hands with her own.
“Got so hard looking at me huh?” Sydney continued suggestively as she slid down to her knees and took him between her lips. Not forgetting to use twirl her tongue and look after the hanging fruits, Alex could barely form thoughts to reply Sydney, instead groaning at her efforts…
Episode 21.2
A few minutes of tiring but skillful work later, Sydney swallowed and returned to Kent, kissing him while the taste of Alex lingered.
Kent returned her kiss just as passionately.
“How about these, do you want them” Kent asked, pointing to the last object laid out.
“Oh what the hell” Sydney thought, with everything already on her and how crazy tonight is likely to go… “Yeah, we might as well right?”.
“Ow, ow, ow” cried Sydney internally when the nipple clamps came on.
She wondered if she should have considered the matter a little deeper when the clamps were placed onto her. Squeezing her nipples tight, pain pierced through the top of both of her peaks, a screaming constant that hardly ebbs away. Worse, every step Sydney took she could feel the weights acting as a pendulum, pulling onto the clamps side to side and re-introducing the sharp pains moments just after they had become dull. Thankfully, Kent had momentarily turned off the vibrator so Sydney could focus on getting used to the pain the clamps were bringing.
It felt like the pain became a constant and never went away.
Which was why Sydney could hardly concentrate on anything else, even though Kent and her were walking around in a mall. Even at the times when she could handle it enough to think of something else, Sydney’s attention would be drawn to worrying whether the clamps could be seen by others. After all, it was not possible to wear a bra with clamps on and despite her petite size and moderate assets, it felt like her tits were protruding the thick cotton hoodie she has on.
Not the first time Sydney went braless, but definitely the first time being paraded this way in a mall full of people. Didn’t help that she realize many men were staring at her chest as they walked past.
Pain and embarrassment constantly occupied Sydney. But pleasure came and when too. Usually at the most inopportune times, making Sydney’s knees weak as the little device becomes an energetic devil in her.
Once, Sydney was on the escalator when it went off, causing her to gasp loudly and almost drop to her knees if Kent hadn’t caught her in time.
Sadly, staring daggers didn’t work as Kent would just smirk and grant her temporary relief, knowing fully that it will only return.
The couple went browsing in a Japanese franchise famous for its white and neat arrangements, value for money clothes when Kent scooped up a few bra tops, panties and wireless bras that supposedly have fabric that can breathe amazingly, ensuring coolness and fast drying for perspiration.
Well, not sure about the acclaimed properties, but one thing was true.
They were really thin.
With a bunch of them, the couple queued for the waiting room, Kent turning on the pea in the pod to maximum intensity. Sydney could only cling onto him hard, knowing that her knees will disappear before her if she lets go. The intense vibration also caused her clamps to move sporadically, rendering her incapable of thought.
Which was why unbeknownst to Sydney, the vibration was actually audible to the people queuing directly behind her. However, they did not suspect a thing, thinking that it was just someone’s phone ringing in silent mode.
When it was finally Sydney’s turn, Kent granted her mercy and turned it off, requesting instead that Sydney try on the clothes and show him how she looked like in them.
Alone in the changing room, Sydney quickly pulled off her clamps, blood rushing to the summits immediately, restoring sensation in them. Unfortunately, she felt more soreness than anything else, although Sydney was certainly glad to be able to feel them once again. She also took out the bullet, unwilling to be tortured any longer, but decided to keep the plug in.
Hurrying along her task, Sydney wore the matching baby blue wireless bra and panties that Kent picked out for her, snapping away in the room against the mirror, purposefully posturing in a more raunchy manner before she hit send. She even took one of her ass, with the outline of the plug’s tip clearly showing in the middle of her cheeks.
Quickly read, the reply message stunned her momentarily.
Kent: Nice
Kent: Now I want you to come out and grab me in with you in this current exact attire.
Kent: I’m standing just outside the changing room queue.
Sydney found herself rooted the ground in hesitation as blood rushed to her cheeks. Yet Sydney found herself even wetter at the thought than when the bullet was going on inside her. The thought of walking out, in only your underwear to a whole crowd of people as they stared at you.
So fucking kinky!!!
Calming herself down, Sydney forced herself to pretend that this was just like a swimming pool and she was just wearing a bikini, nothing out of the norm right. With her heart knocking all over the place, she unlocked the door and took her first step out, trying her best to pretend that everything was normal.
The staff in the corner in charge of handing out tags to people in the queue happened to be a male worker, who stared with wide jaws as Sydney walked out in nothing but her underwear towards him at the start of the queue. His jaw reached the floor when Sydney went beyond that, walking out towards the store, drawing stares from every single person in the queue.
Grabbing Kent and tugging him hard behind her, Sydney quickly led him back to her cubicle. She was more than aware of the eyes following her every step. Her audience was also more than aware of the plug in her, the outline clearly visible in the thin panties Sydney was wearing. Sydney could only sincerely wish that no one took a photo of her (or them) less she appeared on a notorious website who paid contributors $50 for each photo they submitted.
Finally locking the door behind herself and Kent, Sydney let loose her held breath, a weight lifted off her shoulders.
“You liked it didn’t you” Kent whispered.
“You’re such a slut” Kent continued as he reached in and tugged playfully on Sydney’s plug.
“Ughhh, nooo” Sydney moaned, the sensation of the plug being shifting too much for her to bear.
Tugging on her plug repeatedly, Sydney tried her best not to moan. But they both knew it was an impossible task, especially now that Kent had reactivated the bullet and placed in adjacent to Sydney’s sensitive nub between her legs. Louder and louder moans started escaping Sydney’s mouth at an increasing frequency, drawing the attention of the male staff who happened to be on shift at that particular time by himself.
The male staff had never met such a situation before and being a part-timer, he had completely no idea what to do. It’s not like he could go off running to find his supervisor either since the changing room queue had to be manned all the time.
Fortunately, the moans weren’t loud enough for the queue to hear, but he had no doubt the adjacent cubicles were getting an earful.
In the midst of his hesitation, he saw a bra fly out over the top from the couple’s cubicle. It seemed to be the baby blue wireless bra that the girl just now was wearing! The next second, the cubicle door swung open (fortunately on the other side) and the girl came running after it, completely topless but clutching her chest, as she hurried to collect it and lock the doors behind her. The whole thing took less than five seconds, but ample time for the staff to see everything he had wanted to.
Sydney slammed the door hard behind her and locked it quickly. That was crazy, going out topless like that. She was 100% sure the staff in the corner folding clothes saw her although she tried her best to avoid eye contact.
“Well done. I’m sure you loved that too. Now suck me like how you sucked Alex” Kent commanded, turning the bullet to the max again while Sydney dropped to her knees for the second time that day.
Without warning, Sydney felt Kent exploding in her mouth, pulling out and continuing to spill over her boobs and the floor. Not panicking one bit, Sydney watched as Kent took the clothes meant for her to try to wipe her and the floor down. Bunching them together in a ball before the couple dressed and walked out, tossing the ball of clothes (with his cum) to the male staff in the corner.
Later that night…
Writer’s Note: A little anti-climatic because 21.1 - 21.3 was supposed to be one episode.
Episode 21.3
It was five past midnight when Kent finally decided to lead Sydney back towards the mrt station heading back to their residence. Train frequencies were now low, each with train taking 7 to 10 minutes apart. The last train was about 2 or 3 trains away and Sydney was getting pretty worried that they may miss it.
Kent however seemed to be unconcerned, strolling to the platform with Sydney hand in hand. Upon reaching the platform though, he seemed to be leading Sydney somewhere as he constantly looked overhead as if searching for something elevated.
Finally in the corner behind a square pillar, Kent seem to be satisfied as he begin kissing Sydney, trapping her with her back against the pillar and engaging her in a fierce tongue battle. Sydney had no idea what was going on, but she wasn’t going to miss a make-out session with Kent, although she very much would not want to miss the train back.
The worry grew real as a barely empty train stopped and left the station, leaving Sydney to wonder if it was the last train. Pausing, Kent extended his neck out for a moment, returning with a smile and a face with incredible purpose as he begin unzipping Sydney’s hoodie.
“We have 9 minutes” was all Kent said as Sydney’s slider reached the bottom stop, the zipper came splitting apart and her hoodie was slipped off her shoulders, leaving her completely topless again. Returning to the tongue fight, Sydney hooked her arms around her lover’s neck while Kent dropped Sydney’s FBTs around her ankles, thumbing her sex and openly penetrated her love cave with his fingers, occasionally coming into contact with the plug that was still in Sydney.
Sydney moaned hard, but thankfully Kent kept his mouth on her the whole time so it was muffled as Sydney clutched at Kent urgently, her nails digging into the skin of Kent’s nape. Kent reciprocated the intensity down below, fast, efficient strokes plummeting into Sydney brought her quickly to the brink of an orgasm.
And then she did.
The orgasm hit Sydney like the crescendo of a song, pulling taut all the muscles in her body in an instant, keeping them there if only Kent would keep going. But he didn’t, and it collapsed. Like a bear pulling a paw out of the honeypot, Kent pulled out his hand, strands stretched as he brought it to his lips and tasted Sydney. With the stopper removed, the contents of the pot spilled outwards in a glob, wetting the floor around Sydney.
And just in time they were, for the couple first felt then heard the rumble of a train pulling into the station.
Pulling up her FBTs, the train halted to a stop as Sydney put on her hoodie and struggled with the zipper.
When the train doors opened, Sydney had only barely gotten the zippers aligned, half panicking while pushing the insert pin into the box pin with the slider still all the way at the bottom, leaving a generous cleavage available for view.
Thankfully, the only person who was in view when the train doors opened was too engrossed in his mobile game to notice.
The couple returned to Kent’s room and finally copulated for the first time that night, Sydney riding herself to another satisfactory orgasm while Alex looked on from his side of the room, reaching his own.
Episode 22.1
The night with the Director haunted Chelsea, as vivid and tangible when her mind raced while her body rested. For Chelsea, these traumatic events turned like earthquakes, plausibly dormant for long periods of time, yet able to occur quickly, one next to the other. Analogous to the Richter magnitude scale, moving a point up (say from a 6.0 to 7.0) represents a tenfold increase and occurrences are inversely proportional to the trauma.
Or in simpler words, trauma experiences are felt exponentially and one continues to grip Chelsea tightly.
Which explains why Chelsea freaked out the moment she was informed that the Director was asking after her. As if to pay back the favour for allowing the heinous acts performed, the Director was asking to cast Chelsea as the female lead for one of the lesser known series that he was to start filming for. Nothing big like your prime-time hour dramas on television, but nothing to scoff at either.
Jeremy and Vince were naturally happy for her, their investment seemingly paying off, encouraging her and repeatedly convincing Chelsea what a great opportunity this was. Their warm, joyful mood rolled over like the enthusiastic wave that crashed into the stoic rock face of the cliff and dissipated into foam when Chelsea resolutely refused.
Adamant, Chelsea was not to be swayed in spite of Jeremy and Vince’s best efforts and they disappointing conceded.
The ramifications were much more severe than they thought however. Almost instantly Chelsea stopped receiving any casting offers, barely even registering on people in the entertainment industry’s minds for casting interviews. Like a star, she burned brightly in the scene, for barely a while before it descended into the darkness, silently.
Frustrated at the turn of events, it appears that the strategy of leveraging their online popularity into something more formal like showbiz was no longer possible. And like the chinese saying - woes don’t come alone - school problems were beginning to catch up with the trio who had invested much effort into exploring this path, only to have it shut tightly in their faces.
They were enrolled into the same module in their residence, it being compulsory for them to continue staying at their current dormitory and had project work portions embedded in the curriculum. Fighting hard to be in the same group due to their common interest, luck was running out as the deadline drew closer, as inevitable as the sun’s ascend each morning. The trio were not only clueless as to what to do about it, they were completely oblivious as to the concepts taught in class.
Akin to what many undergraduates would have done, the trio agreed to schedule an appointment with the Professor in charge of the module (who happens to stay on campus as he wasn’t local) to at least beg for an extension.
The moment finally arrived, when the trio stepped through and came face to face with a professor they barely knew, having skipped most, if not all of his lectures thus far. It was a familiar sight for the Professor however, and students tend to have the usual requests.
Just as the Professor envisioned, talks about dreams and tight schedules, heavy workloads and best efforts they were unable to finish. Pleas of how their case is really special, why they really deserve the extension plays out in front of him.
All in a day’s work.
And just like many others, a curt dismissal was the response he gave. The Professor pointed to the many reminders he had given along the way, if only they had attended his classes. He pointed to the tips and tricks he had imparted, the strict deadline he had insisted, the no-excuse allowed rules he had implemented. No exceptions.
Usually at this point, the Professor would see his poor students’ soul leave their bodies, their passion replaced by depression as the fight went out of them. Hushed whispers of emergency plans would usually take place after they have left, his office door firmly shut, or occasionally slammed.
But it wasn’t happening here.
Instead, hushed discussions between the two gentlemen were taking place right in front of him, the contents barely audible, instead of beyond the Professor’s office door. Perhaps even more salient was the fact that the demure lady dressed in a tight T-shirt and modest shorts with nerdy black-rimmed spectacles was not part of the deliberations, nor was she exactly trying to be.
Now that was surprising.
The Professor knew how important his module was. Compulsory for the resident’s stay in the residence, compulsory for the students’ graduation. Based on what little information the Professor looked through on the students’ profile prior to the appointment, he minimally knew that graduation was soon to be on the cards, and their grades were not exactly excellent.
“No matter, the ball is in their court” the Professor thought, and waited patiently.
“Prof, we really just need a one-week extension” the guy named Jeremy stated.
“I’m sorry, I cannot do that, that would be immensely unfair to your classmates who abided by the rules.” the Professor calmly replied.
“Even if we offer this…?” Jeremy answered, stepping forward and placing his hands around Chelsea’s waist…
Episode 22.2
Before the Professor could even clarify, Jeremy tugged Chelsea’s shorts down, leaving her only in her panties, while she stood across the desk from the Professor. Chelsea could only hide her face in her palms now that things have cascaded to this point, ashamed that things had to turn out this way, although she knew right from the get-go such a possibility existed.
The Professor was stunned in his seat. Sure, it wasn’t the first time a female student suggested using their sexuality for academic purposes, but it has usually been in the form of suggestions, hints and discrete innuendos. Not this blatant behaviour.
Especially not with so many people around.
It was surreal as the scene unfolded before the Professor’s eyes, the girl named Chelsea completely naked from the waist down now. Her figure is excellent one had to admit and the forbidden fruit of young flesh sparked a jolt in him. The professor could feel his own erection coming as the lady spread apart her legs ever so slightly after a whisper from her partner-in-crime, before being plunged into by two expert fingers.
When they finally withdrew, the fingers were coated with sweet nectar from the flower. She was irresistible.
After a nudge, the girl named Chelsea approached, her eyes still shy and her front clean like no others the Professor had seen before. Crossing the invisible boundary that the Professor’s desk had served, she knelt before him and reached for his zipper.
A desperate call to arms sounded in the Professor’s head when her soft palms came into contact with his pants. Truly the last line of defence, the Professor held her hands and stopped her advance.
“You really don’t have to do this you know.”
A moment of hesitation gripped the girl named Chelsea. It was a brief pause, yet clear as day to anyone who was watching. It was as if the choice was seriously considered, and seriously tossed away.
“I need to pass this module” came the soft reply, the only time the girl named Chelsea spoke the entire time. And the rest was history.
“We’ll get to work right away. Thank you Prof” announced Jeremy, excusing himself and Vince when he saw that the Professor was re-positioning Chelsea on his desk.
Bent over on the Professor’s desk, Chelsea stared straight ahead at the door that Vince had just closed behind him. She felt herself occupied gently as she wondered about choices. When it was the Director asking her to do unspeakable stuff, Chelsea knew she didn’t have a choice. Yet the Professor gave her a clear one, one that could potentially represent salvation. The Professor was most definitely in a position to help her get out of whatever mess she had with Jeremy and Vince. He witnessed first-hand how they had just treated her, and would likely be able to corroborate her statements if Chelsea had chosen to go to the authorities.
So why didn’t she agree, Chelsea pondered.
But her thoughts evaporated as the action between her legs intensified, seemingly the answer to life’s deepest questions. The Professor was kind enough to put on a condom before penetration and seemed to refuse to come before Chelsea did, working and edging Chelsea until she howled towards the ceiling in a crescendo that prompted the Professor’s own release.
Episode 23
The ramifications of rejecting the Director was never fully appreciated.
Work became hard to come by, despite the same efforts. Understanding how limited her areas of development has become has also ironically led to Chelsea taking away all limits when it comes to obtaining fame.
Rather than mainstream media, showbiz, Chelsea now instead had to leverage on her online career and stretch into other platforms such as YouTube, TikTok and SnapChat for growth opportunities. Chelsea made understood the need to make full use of her sexuality, often raising hard rods in the 15 seconds one was afforded in TikTok.
In the YouTube scene, Chelsea agreed with Jeremy and Vince not to open her own channel, instead to join in on the productions and videos of the spiciest, seediest channels in the region. They were trying to mold Chelsea’s image to become the go-to girl if the video/production required anything too spicy, too sexual that others would hesitate at, give pause for. A good bit would stop at bikinis, while a few cream of the crop accepted lingerie. For Chelsea, it didn’t matter exactly what it was, Chelsea understood her disadvantaged position and was only game for more.
Literally stripping or being stripped in front of the camera? Chelsea would take it.
Appear braless on a talk show for views? Chelsea is your girl.
Someone who is willing to be fully nude from the back? Who else?
To not only be in a bikini but also being tied-up? No questions from Chelsea.
Something that involves the girl actually being touched and roughed up? Chelsea’s second nature.
Even being fully nude on set wouldn’t drive her away.
The first YouTube video Chelsea participated though, only featured her in a low-cut, U-neck white top, with her chest heavily padded and jean shorts that showed off half her butt cheeks, making traditional panties impossible and a thong the only possible undergarment. It was to taste and guess the mixtures of drinks and Chelsea was to bend forward whenever she had to take a sip from the straws, showcasing her generous cleavage. To justify the shorts, they even scripted “accidents” where things fell off the table and she had to bend over to pick them up, the lenses focusing on her buttcheeks all the while.
It was most definitely a hit judging by the jump in the number of followers on her instagram account the day the video was posted.
Chelsea would participate in similar videos designed to leverage on her sexuality, such as acting as a slutty girlfriend at the gym seducing other guys, or a bimbo at the beach who had to strip from normal clothes into her bikini. She would sometimes end up having to do forfeits like peel open bananas with only her mouth, remove her bra with clothes on and flash it at the camera, or even read passages from sexual books with a vibrator in her. There was even one case where she had to compete to jerk off guys. A real throwback to how she started on this path, an irony in itself that Chelsea didn’t miss.
There were also seemingly more innocuous videos where they discussed about Chelsea’s experiences, such as what age Chelsea was when she lost her virginity, whether she was shaved below, her favourite sex position, which she truthfully answered. Yet even those required her to be visually appealing.
Perhaps most importantly, was how cooperative Chelsea was, always giving in to the demands the producers may have and the views that these daring acts generated.
The sky’s the limit for producers looking to collaborate with Chelsea, although in truth the more practical limit is the youtube community guidelines, where channels practically can’t go overboard or their videos and/or channels will be banned. All these and Chelsea took it in stride, her job scope for her career. Chelsea didn’t even complain if producers used the chance to crop a feel of her, understanding now that this is part and parcel of the industry.
What Chelsea was about to do next however, was not in her job scope.
She pressed the doorbell of the apartment, a place undergraduates like her are often not allowed. Chelsea was in office attire, white, straight blouse with a black knee length pencil skirt. She felt both slutty and not slutty at the same time, which was weird. Perhaps it had something to do with how professional she looked, compared to what she was about to do. Nonetheless, it was an outfit she doesn’t appear in often and she was not going to miss the opportunity to put it up on her page, and let more horny boys imagine what they can do to her.
The person who opened the door doesn’t need to imagine though.
A brief greeting was exchanged and Chelsea stepped through. She had never been here before, but she knew exactly what she was here for.
Chelsea needed no further prompt as she heard the wooden door close behind her and a simple command, “Strip”.
And so Chelsea did. Folding her clothes neatly at the side just behind the door, completely nude in someone else’s apartment.
The Professor smiled.
Hands behind his back, his eyes appraised her, causing Chelsea to blush. He touched her once, a brief contact on the small of her back, nudging her to begin her task.
And so Chelsea did.
The Professor retreated to his study, working on the next item on his to-do list and Chelsea went around doing his chores. From vacuuming to ironing his shirts, Chelsea buzzed around, at ease with the chores since she’d been doing her own all this while.
Chelsea would catch the Professor looking at her occasionally, but instead of him shying his gaze away for someone who was caught red-handed, Chelsea was the one who averted his gaze, shy at the circumstances.
Tidying up each of his rooms, sorting the trash, washing and cleaning cutlery, Chelsea was intending to report her completion, heading towards the study where the Professor was situated when she heard the Professor’s voice, engaged in a heated conversation, him emphasizing with clear enunciation words that wasn’t directed at her.
As Chelsea stepped through the doors of the study, the Professor paused, caught halfway in his sentence and losing his train of thought. Catching himself, he quickly resumed the conversation, determined to prove his point, although his eyes continued to trace Chelsea as she came closer, silently.
He just couldn’t keep his eyes off his nubile, young body. Firm and smooth. Slightly tanned with a visible bikini tan line, yet alluring in every way possible. The Professor began to slip up, losing touch with what his correspondent was saying as Chelsea knelt before him, for the second time in his life and gobbled him up.
The Professor’s drive to win the argument dissipated, his will lost in the sensations his body was transmitting. He quickly dismissed the correspondent on the other end of the telephone, knowing that the battle was for another day. Grabbing a tuft of Chelsea’s hair when he finally put down the phone, the Professor forced himself deeper than he had ever gone before, and shocked himself when Chelsea simply took it in stride.
Guilty at losing himself, the Professor pulled out, and signalled for Chelsea to rise before lifting her in a bridal carry into his bedroom, where he returned the favour and ate her out as Chelsea laid face-up, her legs apart.
Grabbing a condom from the bedside drawer, the Professor buried himself in Chelsea, missionary style so he could stare at her young, pretty face as he moved in her and drew her towards her peak.
The pace was agonizingly slow to Chelsea, who was so used to hard and fast fucking she got from the guys. Chelsea wrapped her arms behind the nape of the Professor, trying to move in tandem to get him to speed up. His gaze was intense as usual, and it was beginning to have an effect on Chelsea.
Unbearable, Chelsea twisted sideways hard, flipping the professor onto the bed as she mounted him, too fast for him to react. In control, Chelsea rode hard, chasing her own high again and again as the Professor played with her sensitive nub and nipples.
Chelsea had lost count of how many times she came this way when the Professor was finally done, his stamina impressive for someone his age.
Finally done with her task, Chelsea wiped herself dry with a spare towel and returned to the door where her garments lay, resuming her office wear. The Professor was still horizontal in his bedroom when Chelsea was done, so Chelsea went in to bid goodbye.
Mannered, the Professor walked to his door, mesmerized at the way Chelsea’s hips moved in her tight, black pencil skirt. The shape of her butt fully filling the skirt, her panty-line hard pressed into the fabric.
Despite himself, the Professor lunged.
Trapping Chelsea in between himself and the door, his hands reached into her skirt and pulled, his rod coming back to life. Tugging Chelsea’s pelvis back, for a better angle, the Professor skewered Chelsea lustfully, drawing a sensual moan from her. He had forgotten to put on a condom, but the Professor couldn’t care less, fully primal.
Chelsea was shocked at the sudden change of events, but even her appreciated the kinkiness of the gesture and was soon moaning hard herself. Her chest hurt from repeatedly being slammed into the wooden door but she was too horny to care. It was fast, it was quick and Chelsea screamed for the Professor to cum inside her.
And he did.
He also kept the panties that he forcefully stripped. Chelsea sent him a photo of her leaking womanhood when she returned to her room minutes later, commemorating their session and driving the Professor crazy again on the other end of the mobile phone.
Writer’s note: Been a while since I’ve seen so many comments to an update of the story. Thank you all for your kind words, you’re the reason I endeavor to finish this story.
Episode 24.1
Sydney stabbed the cylindrical, wrapped ground meat with her fork, oblivious to the din of conversations, sounds of laughter, pace of life going on around her.
She was almost done with her dinner, and as usual, liked to leave the food she loved best for the last. Yet instead of biting right into it, Sydney wrapped her lips around it, the grease lightly applying a coating of gloss, pretending to pull it in further while her eyes remained locked on her meal companion.
“Haha, cut it out.” Kent replied, before staring dead serious at Sydney and winked, signalling the start of her mission.
A few nights ago…
Sydney and Kent were studying together in Kent’s room for their upcoming papers when they began to get bored at the slow and monotonous pace that they were going. With his devil’s horns growing, Kent began to get touchy, mildly irritating Sydney who had quite a few chapters to complete.
Sydney knew sex was on the menu on some part of the night, but she had genuinely hoped for a little more progress. Pain before pleasure right?
Firmly rejected, Kent’s mind did not focus back on his books, but instead sought the edges of his imagination for what could be concocted for the latter part of the evening. The unofficial terms in exchange for waiting while Sydney completed her to-do chapters…
“I’m done, I’m done, I’m done!” Sydney cheerfully announced, pulling Kent’s attention away from his phone.
“Thank you sooo much for waiting! What would you like to do to me now…?” Sydney stated seductively, slipping off her shorts as she approached.
“Heh, something a little more fun. Let me help you with that.” Kent replied, ensuring that Sydney was left with nothing on.
Pulling out an apron, Kent instructed Sydney to put in on and make instant noodles for him in the shared kitchen down the corridor wearing nothing else. If Sydney could successfully complete it, she would win the bet. But if she gave up halfway, or met anyone during her task, it would be considered that she lost and Kent gets to pick another task for her.
Sydney rolled her eyes at the task. Typical male lizard brain. She checked herself in the mirror. The apron covered everything important from the front, and even her nipples weren’t showing through the fabric, a little unexpected delight.
From the back however, nothing was left to the imagination. Apart from her butt that was clearly in view, her full back was exposed, leaving no doubt that she had nothing on elsewhere either. Furthermore, if she was to be cooking at the stove, that would mean that her back would be exposed to whoever popped by. Passer-bys won’t even have to enter the kitchen to know that she had nothing else on since the kitchen did not have a door. Worse, Sydney may not even realise that people have passed her by.
Yet, Sydney knew there was no way she would back down from the challenge. After all, they had done much worse by now right?
It is therefore with timid steps that Sydney took, peering outside the room door to ensure the coast was clear, before trying to be as quiet and discreet as possible as she walked towards the kitchen. It was an impossible task given how fast her heart was racing. Sydney also now realised she need not even reach the kitchen for people to see her exposed back.
“It is what is is” she thought, her mind focused on the task.
Fortunately enough, there was no one in the kitchen when Sydney entered. She bent down to the drawers for a pot, her heart still thumping loudly against her chest, her slit without a doubt exposed high up in the night air. Scavenging amongst the shared fridge for an egg or something she could use while the water boils, Sydney’s heart skipped a beat when she felt a hand on her the small of her back.
Almost screaming out, Sydney looked behind to see a grinning Kent smirking at her.
Relieved, she continued with her task, made impossibly slow as Kent distracted her with brushes and strokes all over her skin. Sydney felt herself tickled, aroused and craving and cut the exercise short once she thought the noodles were decently cooked.
Thinking the adventure to be over, the couple proceeded back to Kent’s room, but was waylaid by a hallmate in the corridor. Exchanging the default greetings, Sydney sulked at how she was that close to winning, rather than worrying about her current state of wear.
Kent didn’t, and palmed her butt cheek as a kind reminder, instantly making Sydney alert and aware. Praying that the hallmate would not turn and look back after the conversation was done, Sydney rushed back into the room without looking back herself, resigning herself to never knowing.
Sydney’s apron was kept on the whole remaining time, although it certainly did not prevent her from reaching her orgasms, nor making Kent reach his.
Episode 24.2
Sydney’s mind returned to the night with the apron, her loins warming a little at the thought. Now for the task ahead that she had to do for losing that bet. Sydney constantly wondered how it was a fair bet to begin with, but she had to admit she did agree to the terms of it.
Scanning across the hall, Sydney’s eyes freewheeled across neat rows of tables and benches. She quickly realised she was only catching half the people in the dining hall, for the other half had their backs to her.
Changing strategy, Sydney rose from her seat and prowled, a hunter in search of prey while Kent observed from their place. Clearly, people whom she knew or recognized were not in the appropriate category, but in such a small circle where interactions with many were often, it is not hard to find people who fulfilled her category, unless their nationality was debatable.
Minutes after sticking out like a sore thumb in a buzzling space of activity, Sydney spotted her target, a chinese male who prima facie appears to be a junior, although it does not necessarily mean that Sydney is older in terms of age. Short neat hair, black-framed spectacles and a decent height, it was a perfect choice for Sydney and her plans. One which she quickly seized upon and executed.
Sydney pounced when she saw her prey getting up to return his tray. Isolated, she approached, intentions ablaze to any curious observer.
“Hello!” Sydney squeaked as she pretended to trip and fall just in range of her prey. Crashing directly into him, Sydney clung onto him and she sought her balance, coping a feel of her prey.
“Mmm, he smells nice” Sydney thought as she recovered from her “mishap”. Thanking him for the help, Sydney introduced herself and stared starry-eyed at him while he introduced himself as Tyler. Chatting Tyler up, Sydney hooked her forearms around Tyler’s biceps such that her own boobs were in contact with him as she continued nonchalantly about how strong he is and how safe Sydney felt around her.
Sydney couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of Tyler blushing a crimson red, his ears the colour of ripe tomatoes. He couldn’t even form a proper, coherent sentence to respond and Sydney knew she had him, hook line and sinker.
Pushing his buttons further, Sydney leaned in close, tiptoeing a fair bit until her breath lands onto his neck and whispered for him to meet her back here in the canteen at 2.30am for a surprise. As if to make the salient point even more obvious, Sydney lightly patted Tyler’s ass after her command, before strolling away casually as if nothing had happened in the direction of the restroom.
Tyler was rooted to the spot, speechless, as he saw Sydney’s shadow retreat. He had encountered nothing like the sort ever in his life. It appears that the signal was clear and of a sexual nature, yet Tyler wasn’t sure what to make of it. What he knew was that he remained rock solid below ever since his forearm rubbed against what he knew instinctively was soft breasts. Tyler wanted so much to discuss what had just happened with his friends, yet a part of him knew they would never believe him, or persuade him that it was nothing more than a prank.
But Tyler knew nothing was going to stop him from showing up, if only to see where this ends, regardless of the consequences…