Posts

Summer Sucks

Phil was one lucky son of a bitch. They say that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Evelyn Summer was a woman who took her sunshine very seriously. She would have quite happily murdered the local Channel Twelve weatherman should his prediction of a heat wave not have come to fruition. Fortunately for him, however, he had been spared the wrath of a woman who had just booked two weeks off work to enjoy the July heat. If her vacation fortnight had resulted in a fourteen-day downpour, old Phil from Channel 26 would’ve been in big trouble.

With the promise of endless sunshine for the next fourteen days and the opportunity to enjoy it in peace and quiet, Evie had spanked the plastic and splashed out on some expensive new garden furniture and a selection of sexy little bikinis. Now that the fierce summer heat had finally arrived, all that was left to do was relax in the garden and soak up the rays. A long, lazy afternoon working on her tan and sipping on an adult beverage had been the plan, that was until the irritating metallic grinding noise of a petrol mower had started up next door.

Evie lay in her new sun-lounger and tried to filter out the high-pitched whine from the old, rusty engine. Everything had been so perfect just thirty-seconds earlier. She was shimmering head-to-toe in a delicious smelling coconut sun cream, and her gorgeous little lemon-yellow bikini fit to her curves like a second skin. A tall glass of cloudy lemonade with a dash of rum sat on the small table next to her, clinking quietly as it slowly devoured the ice cubes floating on the top. It was a pleasant sound, synonymous with hot summer days, but unfortunately, now one that was being brutally drowned out by a mechanical drone that made her grind her teeth.

It was no good. She’d looked forward to her days off too long to have them spoiled by an over zealous gardener.

“Fucking loud annoying rumblin’ bastard…” Evie grumbled to herself as she stood up and stomped over to the waist-high wooden fence that started just past a tall hedge-line.

Evie froze mid-wave when she saw who was making all the noise. Either her neighbour, Mr. Wilson, had regressed in age by about fifty years, or a handsome young man was mowing his lawn for him. She was about to catch the boy’s attention but suddenly couldn’t bring herself to do it. The way the vibrations of the machine rippled up the sinews in his strong arms and across his strapping bare chest was hypnotising.

She nibbled on her bottom lip and glanced over the top of her mirrored aviators as she enjoyed the show. Each time the muscles across his impressive torso clenched, she had the sudden and irresistible urge to run over and rub her hands all over his well-defined abs. It felt like she’d just walked into the middle of a Diet Coke commercial. The daydream was unfortunately shattered when the mower engine abruptly cut out and the young man looked up.

“Hi,” he said as he strolled slowly towards the fence.

“Hello,” replied Evie with a friendly smile.

“Is the noise bothering you?” His tone was apologetic as he motioned towards the lawn behind him. “I won’t be much longer.”

“No, it’s fine,” she lied. “I’ve not seen you around before, are you a friend of the Wilsons’?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s too hot for Bill to do this kind of work, especially at his age.”

“That’s really nice of you to help him out,” Evie replied as she curled a lock of her hair around her finger. “So, are you on break from college or…?”

“I’m a sophomore at San Diego. Just earning a few extra bucks before next semester.”

The young man smiled when he spoke. Evie couldn’t help but admire how handsome he was when he ran his fingers through his soft dark hair. It was a nothing gesture, yet the way his bicep bulged when his arm bent at the elbow made her weak at the knees. Just being this close to him felt dangerous.

Just as Evie began to wonder if there might be a possibility of a mutual attraction between them, Mr. Hunky did not disappoint. Each time he thought she wasn’t looking, his eyes roamed the full, sensuous swell of Evie’s breasts. Her large, mirrored sunglasses hid the fact that she was observing him leer at her tits. Knowing that she could turn a young man’s head made Evie feel all the more confident and attractive, even if it did require some revealing beachwear. Her new bikini really did not leave very much to the imagination.

At one point as they made friendly small talk, the young man’s gaze dropped down to the tiny scrap of yellow fabric covering her mound. The way his lips parted ever so slightly made her hope he was thinking about licking what it covered. Evie didn’t mind. After all, she was mentally undressing him the same way.

Sweat had beaded all over his tanned body and was glistening in the midday sun. It ran down in tiny little rivulets along the tight curves of his abdomen, the same way condensation trickles down the outside of a tall glass of ice water. It would have been fruitless to fight the urge to follow their path all the way down to his waistline.

It was then that she noticed something that made her mouth dry. Every woman with a passion for men has a particular physical feature that drives them insane. For some it’s a rippling six-pack, for others it is a nice tight arse, but for Evie, it was the plunging, muscular V-shape that sits just above their groin. She just stared at his and tried not to drool. It was like an arrow pointing downwards; a private invitation for her to imagine what impressive anatomy lay hidden away underneath his clothing.

On the outside, Evie was doing a good job of playing it cool, but inside she was as red hot as a nymphomaniac on death row. Would it be so bad to tackle him to the ground right there in the garden American-football-style and have her wicked way with him behind the rose bush? He might only have been twenty or so, but he had the physique of a god. Evie tucked a stray lock of brunette hair behind her ear and pursed her lips. In one of those inexplicable moments where your mouth utters a series of words before your brain has time to work out if you really wanted to say them, she had already asked the question.

“I don’t suppose you’d be interesting in doing me would you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I mean, doing a little garden work for me. I’d pay you, of course. It just needs a bit of tidying up really.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure thing,” he replied with a friendly smile. “I could maybe come over tomorrow morning?”

“That would be great.”

“I’m Mark, by the way.”

His proffered hand felt hot as it enclosed hers. She immediately wondered how those large, warm hands would feel grasping different parts of her body in the heat of a sexual frenzy. A mental image of them grasping her bare ass cheeks as she ground obscenely on his lap quickly flashed across her consciousness.

“Evie Summer.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Summer.”

A new warmth began to spread through her body as she relaxed back into the padded cushion of her new sun lounger. A wild flurry of inappropriate thoughts whipped around inside her head and took the form of her new gardener. What started as a gentle ache between her thighs soon blossomed until it begged for a hand to be slipped down inside her bikini bottoms. She dared not risk the embarrassment of getting caught though. For now, Evie knew she would have to be content with just the pleasurable torment of her wicked imagination.

Night brought with it no relief from the relentless heat that smothered everything in an oppressive shroud. Evie tossed and turned until eventually kicking off the damp bed cover that stuck to her skin. When she eventually drifted off, carried away in the arms of Morpheus, it was not ice cream cones and air conditioning that she dreamt of. It was Mark that tiptoed quietly into her dreams, materialising silently like a shape in the mist. Although she was initially flustered by his presence, he soon became a welcome figment of her fantasy. A coy smile curled her moist lips as in her mind he slowly undressed for her. The foreplay was slow and excruciating but preceded a vigorous and most savage mauling. He was like a wild animal between the sheets, grasping and pinning her body as they writhed against each other. He gave no quarter and took whatever it was that he wanted.

Evie awoke in the early hours, gasping for breath as her body shook with the flood with adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her cheeks burned a hot red and her sheets were soaked with sweat. She didn’t care how improper her fantasy might have been. It was what she now craved. Her body burned, adrift on a boiling sea of sexual frustration. She was slowly drowning in the desperate, urgent need to fuck.

Evie slipped her hand into her damp panties and roughly finished the job her dream of Mark had started. She strummed her clit with a desperation and hunger that only a gut-wrenching orgasm can sate. She bit her bottom lip to keep from calling out into the silence of 4 am, then melted into her pillow as her body was set ablaze. Her arms and legs clenched up tight, then shook as her climax tore through her from head to toe. She shuddered and twitched through an endorphin high the likes of which she had never known, before slipping into a deep and peaceful sleep.

o0o

Evie leaned on the worktop and watched Mark in a dreamy haze from the large kitchen window. He had been out in the garden all morning, working hard to tidy up her poorly maintained backyard. She’d been keeping an eye on him since he’d first arrived, gazing longingly across the dry, dusty lawn as she distractedly tapped her fingernails on the black-slate kitchen counter. Hot sweat had soaked into his steel gray t-shirt, leaving dark patches visible on the worn cotton. Much to her delight, the moisture made it cling to his body, wrapping it tightly around his muscled torso.

All of southern California was now officially in a heat wave and by high noon, everything not in the shade was mercilessly scorched by the midday sun. Evie rested her head on her hands and stared at the young man. He was tall, athletic, and exceptionally handsome. The memory of the night before flitted across her mind as she admired his raw sexuality. She wondered if he had any inkling of the effect he had had on her. She wondered if he had a girlfriend and if she had enjoyed the attention last night that she now craved.

Fantasising about Mark was a dangerous game. Just the thought of him peeling off his sweat-soaked clothes had once again made a hot sticky mess of her panties. In bed the night before, it was the scandalous thoughts of that young man which had started something her fingers had needed to finish. She’d only known him one day and he was already becoming a perilous addiction.

After a few hours slaving over the brittle, straw-like grass and the oily hot metal of her neglected mower, Mark’s work was finished and he came in out of the heavy, oppressive heat. He looked sun-beaten and tired as he trudged in through the back door into the shade. His shirt was soaked with sweat and smeared with grease from the old rust-bucket he’d been pushing around her lawn. Before she could make a friendly comment about his mucky appearance, Mark peeled off his t-shirt and hung it over the back of a chair. Evie’s eyes fixed on a washboard stomach so hard it made her gasp. One word slipped from her lips before she could think to stop herself.

“Jesus…”

“What was that?” asked Mark.

“Hmm?” she replied and flashed him a quick smile as though she hadn’t mumbled anything. “You’ve done a really fantastic job today. Here, you look like you could use one of these.”

Mark took the bottle of water Evie had offered him and drank the mercifully cold liquid before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Oh God, I needed that,” gasped Mark with a toast of his half-empty water bottle. “Thanks, Miss Summer.”

“You’re welcome.”

From the moment Mark stepped through the back door his eyes had been glued to Evie’s slim figure. She’d purposely picked one of her sexier outfits to wear as a kind of conscious flirtation. Thin shoulder straps held a light white viscose which plunged daringly deep at the front. The boy had been her eye-candy all morning, so why not return the favour? Evie casually leaned back against the edge of the large oak kitchen table. She’d been waiting for Mark to take his shirt off all morning and now that he had, admiring his body from just a few feet away was heavenly. It was like her own private striptease, yet unfortunately, one that stopped at the top half.

“Must be hard work pushing that heavy thing around. You look like you’re pretty fit though.”

“Oh, thanks,” he responded, “I like to work out. You know, keep in good shape.”

“You’re certainly doing that.”

Evie flashed him a quick smile which Mark returned with an embarrassed sort of grin. He was playing it coy, but she knew Mark had a crush on her. She’d caught him checking her out over the fence the day before and he had been doing the same when he’d first shown up that morning at the house. She hadn’t helped matters by pretending to have overslept and answering the door in her panties and a baggy old t-shirt. Mark had practically drooled at the sight of her shapely bottom in a pair of bubblegum-pink cheekies.

The look in his eyes as he’d stared at her was one hundred and eighty proof, triple-distilled lust. Young men that age always had about them an air of animalistic hunger when around half naked women. They craved sex – it was the hormones. Even glancing at him now she didn’t know whether wanted to fuck her or eat her. To be honest either would have been fine with her. What she did know, however, was that her poor pussy had been aching at the thought of it all afternoon.

Evie took a deep breath and tried to think of something to take her mind off the half-naked Adonis stood six feet away from her in her kitchen. She ran through everything she could think of: items to add to the grocery shopping list, things to take to the barbecue at the Anderson’s next Sunday, the big fat cock stuffed into the front of Mark’s shorts. The heat was driving her fucking crazy.

Evie was struggling with the justification of saying something to Mark. What if she did say something but he took it the wrong way? What if she offered herself to him without condition he rejected her advances? Evie swallowed hard and made a decision. It wasn’t enough anymore just to watch him from the window and imagine touching his hot, naked body. She’d spiraled helplessly into a vicious cycle and now craved nothing but to taste him. A leap of faith was required if she was going to slake her thirst.

“Mark,” Evie said quietly.

“Yeah?” he replied, before taking another long drink from the water bottle.

“Would you like me to suck your cock?”

There was a bulging of his cheeks before the boy spat up his drink so hard Evie thought it was going to come out of his eyes. She watched as the water sprayed from his mouth like a park sprinkler and covered most of the top of the kitchen counter. As he coughed and spluttered trying to catch his breath, the rest of what he’d been trying to swallow trickled down his smooth, muscled chest.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” Mark babbled, staring at the dripping countertop. “I don’t know what happened.”

“That’s all right. It’s only water.”

He flashed her an apologetic smile as she started to dab up the droplets with some tissue. He was clearly embarrassed about what she’d just said and Evie thought that was cute. He was a hunk of a young man and must have been drowning in attractive young girls, yet he became all flustered when she flirted with him.

She again perched her bottom on the edge of the kitchen table, but this time parted her legs slightly and leaned back to rest on her hands. As her back arched provocatively, her breasts rose and pushed out against the thin fabric of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra and knew her nipples were visible through the almost sheer material. More importantly, the hem of her light dress slowly rode up to mid-thigh exposing just the tiniest glimpse of her panties underneath.

“It’s so hot,” she said to herself in a seductive whisper. Evie tilted her head back and swished her long brunette hair from side to side. She could feel beads of sweat trickling down between her breasts. Her skin had flushed a hot pink colour despite the fact that she was wearing as little fabric as she could get away with before technically being naked.

“Roasting,” mumbled Mark in agreement.

Evie opened one eye and glanced at the young man, only to see him staring intently at the gap between her legs. As soon as he noticed her watching, he quickly looked away.

“So?” she asked him.

“Sorry?”

“I asked if you’d like me to suck your cock.” Evie looked straight into his wide eyes which looked genuinely shocked. It felt a little like teasing your prey before going in for the kill. “You didn’t answer.”

Mark’s mouth hung open like he was catching flies, but there was an unmistakable swelling in the front of his shorts which was beginning to tighten the cotton.

“You were serious?!”

Evie didn’t answer, she just sauntered casually over to the topless boy and without saying a word, slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She spoke quietly as her fingers began to unbutton the waistband of his shorts.

“Yes, I was.”

“Woah, Miss Sum…”

“Shhh,” Evie whispered as she lowered Mark’s shorts to his ankles.

The impressive bulge in his navy blue boxer shorts made her pussy clench. She ran her hand over the swollen length, caressing it through the thin cotton as she imagined how good it would feel to finally wrap her lips around it.

“Come on, when’s the last time a pretty girl gave you a blow job?”

“Actually, it’s been a while,” he replied in a tense voice.

“Really?” asked Evie, more than a little surprised. “I’d have thought a handsome guy like you would be drowning in sorority hotties.”

“I’m a bit shy,” mumbled Mark.

Evie gripped his boxers at the elastic waist and peeled them down to join his shorts on the floor.

“I can help you with that if you want.”

With one hand she gripped his hard, hot flesh which had sprung up once freed from its restraints in his underwear. He sighed as her fingers closed around his throbbing erection.

“That feels so good.”

“Just relax,” she whispered as she circled his smooth scrotum with her thumb and index finger, then tugged downwards gently until he gasped.

Evie couldn’t believe she was actually on her knees in front of Mark. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the flood of adrenaline hit her bloodstream as she thought about what was to come. The prim and proper Evelyn Summer was slowly dissolving into a horny, cock-hungry slut who was licking her lips at the thought of forbidden fellatio.

Mark’s cock was fucking gorgeous. It was long and thick with a large, circumcised head. Textbook dick. Even his balls were big and heavy in her hand just as she liked. That just meant he was desperately in need of some loving female attention, thought Evie.

“It has been a while, huh? Aww, you poor thing,” she cooed.

Mark was the first guy she’d touched sexually since her ex-boyfriend had run off with a little barmaid whore before Christmas. It wasn’t until that moment, grasping his hard dick in her hands, that she realised how much she’d missed the intimate human contact. She knew seducing Mark was wrong, but she no longer cared. Evie looked up at him and in a soft, husky voice, whispered quietly the words every young man his age wants to hear.

“I’m going to suck you dry.”

“Oh fuck!” hissed Mark as the swollen head of his cock slipped between Evie’s lips.

Her mouth felt so hot on his sensitive skin that it almost burned. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter tightly as her tongue seared a path of indescribable pleasure around his sensitive glans. Their gaze met as he looked down and she looked up. He watched with growing excitement as her head began to bob up and down, slowly taking more and more of his cock into her mouth each time.

Evie could tell from Mark’s expression that his sexual experience was limited. She loved the way he looked at her. His eyes were starting to get heavy with the haze of sexual pleasure, but the hunger was still there. She could already feel his balls tightening and knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. Dizzy with the excitement and lewdness of the act, she relaxed her jaw and slid his big cock all the way down her throat until her nose was buried in his trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. He smelled musky and masculine which was just how she’d fantasised.

When she pulled back and let Mark’s cock slip free of her mouth, it shot straight up and slapped against his abdomen, glistening with a liberal coating of her saliva. The vigour of youth, she mused and smiled to herself before angling it back down and swallowing it eagerly. Mark moaned and rolled his hips forward, unable to control how his body was reacting. His tight frame tingled head to toe as his muscles trembled, desperate to release the pent up tension. His balls started to ache as Evie continued to tug them downwards away from his crotch.

She bobbed her head up and down steadily, only breaking the metronomic rhythm in order to gaze up into his eyes as she twirled her tongue around his swollen head. The way she flicked it quickly over the sensitive tight skin on the underside of his dick made him clench his teeth. Working just the tip, Evie’s full lips sucked and flared back and forth over the prominent ridge of his cock. She could feel the fire burning between her thighs and the throbbing, desperate need for an orgasm starting to consume her. She released Mark’s gorgeous shaved balls and slipped her hand down inside the wet, lacy material of her underwear.

She split her hot, swollen peach with two fingers and plunged them deep inside her quivering core. Evie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so sexually aroused. Her nipples were so tight they ached as the light summer fabric of her dress brushed against them, and her clit throbbed as it rubbed against her palm.

Mark started to groan. He sounded like he was in pain but nothing could have been further from the truth. It reverberated from deep inside his heaving chest and made Evie shiver from head to toe. She could tell he was starting to feel the pressure build within.

“Oh, fuck, Miss Summer!”

“You gonna come for me?” asked Evie as she frantically strummed her fingers over her clit, each digit slick with her sweet, sticky cum.

Mark just nodded his head with his eyes clamped tightly shut.

“Come in my mouth, Mark. I want to swallow every drop.”

The dirty talk had its intended effect on the young man. Sacrificing her own climax, Evie quickly pulled her hand free of her panties and shuffled forward on her knees. She wrapped her arms around his slim waist and grasped his firm bare buttocks. With his entire throbbing length buried deep in her throat, she felt Mark’s tight arse clench hard in her hands as he began to come.

“Fuuuck,” he growled loudly.

Mark threw his head back and gritted his teeth as the most intense orgasm of his life rocked his body. Every muscle in his abdomen flexed and contorted with each pulsating jet of cum that surged from his core erupting from his iron cock. The sensation of Evie’s throat tightening as she held him buried inside her was mind-blowing. Slowly she pulled back and allowed Mark to fill her mouth with the rest of his seed. She felt his hard flesh throb with each tight clench until the poor thing shook all over. When he had finally shuddered his last and slumped back heavily against the kitchen counter, Evie slowly savoured then swallowed the sweetest taste of impropriety.

The muscles in Mark’s back and thighs twitched uncontrollably as he gasped for air. His white knuckles betrayed the effort it was taking to remain standing as he held onto the edge of the counter for support. Evie sat back on her haunches and allowed Mark’s saliva-slicked cock to slip from her mouth. She stood up slowly and licked from her top lip a stray drop of cum. Despite her heart pounding furiously in her chest at the outrageous act she had just committed on her knees, she couldn’t help but smile as she looked at the contentment on the young man’s face. She ran a single, manicured finger down Mark’s chest between his pecs, and then slipped it into her mouth to savour the salty taste of her efforts.

“You bad boy,” she whispered with a smile.

When Mark was once again able to think straight, he pulled his boxers and shorts up from the floor and re-dressed. Evie just watched him, still able to taste the remnants of his semen on her lips. They caught each other’s gaze and both smiled as Mark was buttoning up his shorts.

“I’m sorry that I have to dash off,” said Mark in an apologetic tone as he slung his dirty t-shirt over his shoulder. “I should really have left a while ago.”

“Do you really need to go already?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty late as it is,” he replied and started walking unsteadily towards the front door. Evie loved the fact that he’d come so hard his legs weren’t yet working properly.

“No, that’s all right. I understand. Thank you for helping me out today, Mark.”

“No problem,” he replied, and wondered what exactly it was that she was referring to.

“Perhaps you could come over again tomorrow?”

The flirtatious smile she flashed him as they reached the front door made Mark grin like an idiot. Evie nibbled on her bottom lip and leaned against the wall like a young girl asking a boy out on a first date. To seal the deal, Evie traced a fingertip between the swell of her glossy, flushed breasts and gave him a puppy-dog look. The young man swallowed hard as he stared intently at her supple flesh.

“I could do that,” Mark nodded. “Do you want me to spend the day in the garden?”

“Actually,” Evie leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his hot, bare chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was thinking you could spend the day in me.”

Mark’s breath caught in his throat as her lips brushed against his and she planted on him a slow, passionate kiss. She ran her tongue over his tight lips until he loosened up enough to return the gesture as she wanted. Even his mouth tasted good.

“Don’t be so nervous,” she chided playfully when their lips parted.

“About tomorrow,” he started with a more confident smile. “I might have to check my calendar.”

“Oh really?” Evie replied with a knowing smirk. “You do that.”

Mark opened the front door and stumbled over his own feet as he backed across the front porch. Watching where he was going would have helped him considerably but his eyes preferred the view of Evie Summer leaning against the door frame. She giggled at his clumsiness as she watched him leave. As he reached the sidewalk, Mark turned back with a huge smile on his face that he was unable to contain any longer.

“I’ll be here bright and early!”

Subliminal Boobage

“Hey, Dan.”

“S’up.”

One thing Dan really liked about sharing a house with a girl as opposed to other guys was that they always smelled great. Gone were the bags of two-week old sweaty gym clothes and post-curry farting competitions. The hell of olfactory foulness had been replaced by a bouquet of feminine delights. Whatever expensive perfume his new housemate had doused herself in this afternoon was particularly pleasant and immediately distracted him from what he was doing. Dan momentarily glanced up from his iPad as she breezed passed him.

“Jesus Christ, woman! Would you put some fucking clothes on?”

The bubbly and ever-exuberant Natalie had just bounded into the living room wearing nothing but a black lace bra. True to form, she completely ignored Dan’s protestation and began buzzing around the untidy room, lifting up sofa cushions and looking behind the furniture.

“I’m trying to find my lucky panties. Have you seen them?”

Utterly distracted by her quest to find her sexiest little scrap of lace, she bent at the waist and started fishing around the empty pizza boxes and fashion magazines that littered the coffee table. Dan’s eyes strayed from the episode of Archer he was watching on Netflix and rose up to the perfectly round, firm bottom that wiggled enticingly two feet in front of him. Even on pain of death, he could not have prevented his gaze from eventually focusing on the smooth, pouting peach of a pussy at the apex of her thighs. It was absolutely gorgeous. He hadn’t seen any girly bits in almost a year and even those more closely resembled a hairy coconut compared to this hairless little snatch.

“Nat?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re winking at me, love.”

“I’m what?” she replied, and then giggled when she realised what he meant. “Oh, sorry.”

Dan shook his head and sat up straight. They had only been housemates for six weeks but apart from the place smelling a lot nicer, it had been a fucking nightmare. Natalie was a lovely girl. She was funny, and sweet, and easy to get along with, but she traipsed around the house wearing practically nothing. It obviously hadn’t occurred to her that Dan was a red blooded male with needs that he was currently having to satisfy by himself with a bottle of hand lotion. Only two days before he had walked in to find her completely naked, standing in front of the pedestal fan in the kitchen like a starfish, ‘air drying’ after a shower.

“Which ones are your lucky ones?”

“The bubblegum-pink thong.”

“Oh, you mean that thing you floss your arse with? No, I haven’t seen it.” Dan turned his attention back to his tablet computer. “It’s bad enough I get your tight, tank-top, no-bra subliminal boobage the rest of the time but…”

“Subliminal boobage?” she questioned, turning around and resting a hand on her jutting hip.

“Your tits, Nat. Your awesome, firm, gorgeous, perky tits. In my face! But now you’re traipsing around flashing your, your…”

“What?”

“Your…” Dan waved his hand about, struggling for the most appropriate word now he’d been put on the spot. “Front… lady flappage.”

Suddenly the mobile phone sat on the coffee table began to chime.

“Ooo!”

Natalie snatched up her phone and ran her fingers through her tousled hair as she answered it.

“Hey, baby,” she cooed into the handset like a horny little sex kitten.

Dan rolled his eyes.

“What?” Nat asked, suddenly sounding incredulous. “You’re standing me up to watch Manchester United play Chelsea? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Dan slid down further into the armchair and grimaced behind his iPad. Bad move.

“Yeah? Well, I guess your dick can suck itself from now on!”

Natalie hung up the call, gave her iPhone the finger, and then launched it across the room where it landed in the dried-up pot of a long dead house plant.

“Fate hates me, that’s what it is,” she said to no one in particular. “I feel like life just jizzed in its hand and slapped me across the face.”

“Colourful.”

Natalie trudged over to the two-seater sofa and flopped down onto it face first. A big cushion was propping up her hips and bottom which were now raised at a deliciously inviting angle. It reminded Dan of those massage porn videos where is was only a matter of time before the impossibly endowed blonde getting oiled up on the table was given some extra special treatment.

“Nat, listen, I’m really sorry you got stood up but please listen to me when I tell you this,” Dan shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. “My dick is so hard right now I could use it to drill through walls. Pretty please with cherries on top, would you put some fucking clothes on?”

“How could he do that to me?” she asked, completely ignoring his desperate pleas. Her voice was muffled by the cushion her face was pressed into. “I’ve been looking forward to going out all afternoon. I even got a wax and everything.”

She rolled over, propped herself up into a slouched sitting position, and ran her fingers over her smooth pubic mound.

“Like a piece of silk,” she whispered to herself forlornly as Dan ground his teeth.

She took her bra off and dropped it over the side of the couch with a contented sigh.

“I was finally gonna let him fuck me tonight as well.”

“Nat!” Dan shouted exasperatedly. “You can’t tell me shit like that! We’re friends, yes, but I’m a guy and you’re… really, really naked.”

“I can’t help it. The anticipation’s been there all day, you know? You’re really easy to talk to and now I’m really fucking horny.” She rolled over to face him, resting her head on her hand. With her index finger, she began to trace little circles on the sofa whilst she nibbled on her bottom lip. “Talk about sex with me.”

Dan gave up. He turned off his iPad and dropped it onto the coffee table with a frustrated grunt.

“Can’t I just suffocate you with one of those cushions instead?”

“Come on, when’s the last time you got laid?”

“Too fucking long.” Dan paused and took a deep breath to try and chill. He thought about it for a moment and then mumbled a reply. “Probably nine months.”

“Nine months? Jesus, no wonder you’re hard.”

“Yeah, well that’s your fault.”

“Sorry about that,” she chuckled and again nibbled on her bottom lip. “Show me your cock.”

“What? Why?”

“Why not? You’ve seen me naked.”

“You never wear any clothes.”

Before he could say another word Natalie quickly stood up, walked over to his chair, and knelt down on the floor next to him.

“Stop being a pussy. Come on. I want to see it.”

Dan’s cock was throbbing in his pants. He had no doubt she could already see the bulge in his denim. Against his better judgment, he began to unbutton his jeans which took longer than normal as he kept fumbling the brass stud at the waist.

“You’re not winding me up, are you?” he asked as a final confirmation before exposing himself.

She just shook her head and rested her elbows on the arm of his chair. Dan shuffled both his jeans and black cotton boxer shorts down over his hips to his knees revealing his rock hard erection. It sat flat against his stomach and twitched as she stared at it. Natalie hummed quietly in appreciation.

“Daaamn, I didn’t know you were packin’.”

Dan couldn’t help but give a goofy grin at the compliment of his package.

“Shaved balls, too. I love that,” she purred. “May I?”

Dan didn’t exactly know what he was consenting to but he swallowed hard and nodded. A shiver ran up his spine as Nat ran her fingers slowly over his smooth scrotum. She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently like she had a new toy to play with.

“If you’re single, why do you keep them shaved?”

“It feels nice,” he replied with a shrug and tightened his grip on the arms of the chair.

“Mmm, they do feel nice. You know, it’s so nice sucking on them when they’re shaved like that.”

“Oh yeah?” mumbled Dan.

“You have a gorgeous cock, too. It’s thicker than Jeff’s.”

“Erm, thanks,” he replied nervously. “Look, this isn’t weird, is it? You know, with us being friends and housemates.”

Natalie shuffled around on the floor until she was kneeling between Dan’s legs. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock had been that hard. He could feel it pulsating as his heart almost beat out of his chest. He could even hear his blood pumping in his ears.

“Well, as of five minutes ago I’m single again,” she replied softly as she wrapped her small hand around his cock. Dan flinched and his breath caught in his throat. “So, perhaps we could be friends with benefits?”

“Benefits?” He swallowed hard and frowned in confusion. “What sort of benefits?”

“All sorts,” Nat said quietly and rested her soft cheek against his inner thigh, looking up at him. “When I really want a nice, hard cock to suck you can help me out, and when you have the aching need for a girl to suck your balls dry…”

She left the thought hanging in the air but Dan could fill in the blanks.

“Can I, Dan? Please?”

Dan had now lost the ability to speak. He dared not try for fear of sounding like a complete fucking idiot. He looked into Natalie’s pleading eyes and simply nodded. What followed was a blowjob better than he could ever have imagined was possible. Nat was obviously worked up after having spent all day getting ready for her date and the fuck-fest which undoubtedly would have followed late into the night.

Her head bobbed up and down in his lap as she took more and more of his desperately hard cock into her mouth. She sucked hard and worked her hands on his shaft in a frenzied blur. She wasn’t looking to savour the moment, but rather was impatient for the payoff. Each time her head rose up revealing her pretty lips wrapped around his saliva-slicked flesh, she rolled her tongue around the swollen head of his dick like she knew exactly what it must feel like. As much as Dan wanted to sit there and enjoy the amazing things Natalie was doing with her mouth, he just couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Nat. Nat, I’m nearly there.”

Natalie took her hands off his cock and rested them on the tops of his thighs. Her head bobbed up and down even faster but now completely hands-free. She sucked harder and took him deeper until her nose nestled against his groin. With his balls now painfully tight, Dan gave a loud grunt and begin to shoot his load. Jet after jet of hot cum filled her mouth as he clenched his arse cheeks hard over and over.

Natalie pulled back after the first couple of spurts coated the back of her throat, and kept her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his dick. She continued sucking and stroking with her tongue until every last drop of his seed had been squeezed out of his heavy balls. When Dan was finally spent, she looked up at him and with a wry smile, swallowed her mouthful much to his amazement.

A single drop had landed on her chin which she quickly wiped up with a finger and slipped into her mouth. Dan had just had the best orgasm of his life and to top it off, had now watched the beautiful girl who had sucked him off enjoy swallowing his cum. Nothing could have been sexier than that.

“Oh my god, that was amazing,” Nat said with breathless glee. “I guess you really needed that, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“You taste really good, too,” she offered as she stood up. Dan just melted back into the chair with a contented sigh, enjoying the sight of Nat’s gorgeous perky breasts jiggling as she ruffled her hair. His eyes widened as he watched her drop her hand between her legs to her flushed, red coochie.

“I’m so fucking hot right now. Look how wet you made me.”

Natalie ran two fingers between the swollen folds of her bare pussy and held them out in front of Dan. Her glossy, slick fingers smelled of her sex. Although he had just come, Dan could already feel his aching cock stirring again.

“I know you’ve just come, Dan, but I really need a hard dick inside me right now. Maybe you could eat my pussy for a while until you recuperate. What do you say?”

She slipped her cum-slicked fingers into Dan’s mouth and let him suck them clean of her sticky-sweet arousal. He looked up into her sexy, lust-hazed eyes and slowly nodded, silently thanking God for inconsiderate boyfriends and Manchester United.

Welcome To Angel Falls

“Okay, he’s awake.”

Those three words reverberated around the inside of his skull like it had been hollowed out with a blunt instrument, possibly a large serving spoon. He recognised them, he understood their meaning, but was unable to string them together to grasp the context. A dull ache behind his eyes blossomed into a bright white pain as he gradually eased into consciousness. A blurry glow of cold, clinical light was all he could see as he tried to focus on the indistinct shapes around him. One thing was for certain, this was not his bedroom. The world was disconcertingly unfamiliar.

“Can you hear me?”

It was that distant voice again. He tried to respond but his throat was too dry to allow him to form the words. He tried to swallow but ended up gasping for breath. Gradually, the fuzzy lines became shadows and the shadows took form. Someone was stood over him, but they quickly disappeared from view before he could discern anything more. He was cold and disorientated. An unknown place steadily emerged from the muddy gloom, which only posed more questions than it answered.

His arms and legs were heavy, far too heavy to move. Every muscle in his body felt taut and stiff, like a bundle of elastic bands that had been stretched too tight and then held in place. All he could do was lie there and absorb what information his senses would allow.

The dingy room smelled dank and musty like a neglected basement in a long abandoned apartment block. There were water stains on the yellowed ceiling, which peeled off in small sections from the old, rotten plaster lining. Rusting steel cages still barely clung to the dim, flickering light fixtures which buzzed and clicked in the quiet room like a cacophony of electric crickets. From the corner of his eye he saw row upon row of large silver tanks lining the far wall. They stood floor to ceiling and about four feet wide, each one peppered with rust spots over the dull, grimy surface. Several of them appeared to be leaking some sort of dirty brown liquid onto the floor.

“What’s your name?” asked the voice, now recognisable as female. He tilted his head to the other side and saw a young woman stood next to him. She was wearing a crisp white jacket and was holding what looked like a clipboard.

“David,” he croaked, then cleared his throat. “David Williams.”

Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes the young woman administered multiple injections into his muscle tissue, from the corded tendons in his broad shoulders, all the way down to the sinews in his feet. She ran test after test on him using strange looking medical equipment, which beeped and buzzed as she passed each device slowly over his torso. He flinched each time the cold metal touched his bare skin, and bit his tongue each time his questions were met with a curt ‘quiet please’.

“Okay, Mr. Williams, I think we’re done,” she eventually said. “Can you sit up for me?”

It was a struggle. David gripped the edge of the cold steel table and tried to hoist himself upright. He needed the help of the woman to make it all the way to a sitting position. His head swam like it was half filled with a liquid that sloshed around each time he moved. After taking a few deep breaths he was able to centre himself and swing his legs over the side.

“Who are you?” David asked, noting her appearance. The white jacket she wore, the paperwork that she had in her hand, all of the tests she’d been running on him, all indicated that she was a medical professional of some description.

“I’m your nurse.”

“My nurse?” he replied. “Oh shit. Have I been in an accident?” David felt utterly disorientated. This was not the first time he’d woken up in a place he did not recognise with a woman he did not know, but this was something different. Wherever he was, it did not look like any hospital he’d ever been in.

“You could say that,” she replied cryptically. “What is the last thing that you can remember?”

David concentrated for a moment. He sent a little probe down to his short term memory and found it came back with less information than he was expecting. He answered her question uncertainly, “I think I remember crossing the street.”

With a practiced motion, the nurse clicked a thin plastic tube which she removed from her top pocket and shone a bright light into his eyes. It was painful to look at, and he could barely follow it from side to side as she moved it around.

“Perfect.”

“What’s going on?” he asked more forcefully this time. “Where the hell am I?”

“Yes, this is always the difficult part. I would suggest you brace yourself for this.” The nurse stood directly in front of David and with a calm and measured tone, spoke the words which would change his life forever. “Mr Williams, you’ve just been brought out of cryogenic suspension.”

“What?” replied David, not quite sure he’d heard her right.

“Cryogenic suspension. You’ve been, for want of a better word, defrosted.”

His mind was unable to fathom the sheer magnitude of what she was saying. The words made sense but when they were all pieced together and applied to him, it just sounded like a daft concept from a comic book. Of course he’d heard of cryogenic freezing, but surely that was just something from science fiction movies. David quickly came to the conclusion that someone was playing a very elaborate, well-planned practical joke on him.

“Let me explain,” the nurse continued. “You are what we refer to as a ‘rejuve’. You died in the year twenty-fourteen and were placed into stasis as part of the cryo-clause in your employment life insurance policy.”

“Cryo-clause, huh? Is this a wind-up?”

“No, Mr. Williams, it’s not,” the nurse replied straight-faced. “In a nutshell, what used to happen was that insurance companies would place a small clause in their policy fine-print making you eligible for a cryogenic preservation scheme. If you died a premature or unnatural death, they froze your body until the medical technology became available in the future to allow you to be brought back.”

David started to feel faint.

“It was kind of all a big joke at the time of course. They would charge you a premium every month for the scheme, only a small amount, but of course that added up to quite a lot cumulatively. That coupled with the fact that most people never even bother to read the fine print anyway meant they were on to a winner. The insurance company’s only obligation was that in the event of an accidental or unnatural death, all they had to do was turn you into a human popsicle and warehouse you.”

“I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“Anyway,” she continued casually, “about fifty years ago when all the regenerative medical breakthroughs happened, the courts ruled that the insurance companies had to make good on their policies. A bit of a fuck-up on their part so they’re gradually going out of business now, hence the state of this place.”

“Are you telling me I’ve been in a block of ice for, what, years?” asked David. He glanced around the room at all of the corroded steel tanks lining the walls. It suddenly dawned on him that inside each of those tanks, with their little blue LED lights flashing away on the front, was a real human being.

“Indeed. It’s actually a fascinating science if you’re into that kind of thing. In order to stop the water in all your cells from crystallising when they freeze you, they suck out all of the water molecules and replace them with a cryoprotectant compound.” David flinched and scrunched his face as the nurse emphasised the ‘sucking’ element of the process.

“It acts like an antifreeze,” she continued with a smile that showed how much she really loved her job. “If they didn’t, we’d basically have to scoop you out of the tank with a bucket when you were brought back to ambient temperature. Then what they do is cool your corpse to about negative two-hundred Fahrenheit with dry ice, drop you into one of these things, and fill it with liquid nitrogen.”

“So, let me get this straight,” replied David as he shuffled uncomfortably from side to side. “I’m in the future?”

“Well, technically speaking you’re in the present, but I suppose from your point of view you could say that.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

David jumped off the table and started stumbling across the room. He headed for the window on the far wall in a roundabout way; his legs were still getting their bearings so he ended up doing an unusual kind of drunk crab-walk. He tripped and weaved dangerously as he veered across the floor, trying to avoid the obstacles of steel trolleys and mysterious rank puddles.

“Wait!” the nurse shouted across the room to him. “You’ve got to go through orientation first. You could go into shock!”

David never heard her warning, he was too focused on glimpsing the world of tomorrow. Scenes from all of the television programs and movies he’d watched when he was a kid suddenly started barreling through his mind. All of the strange technologies and weird customs that had delighted him growing up were now his reality. His hands gripped the dusty blinds and after a deep breath, he unceremoniously threw them open.

Through the grime-streaked glass, several hundred feet below, stretched out a metropolis of unimaginable proportions. Mega-structures and twelve-lane highways littered the vista for as far as the eye could see. The housing blocks towered towards the clouds like an endless forest of urban decay. Enormous, hulking masses of grey concrete blocks and corroding steel supports dominated the landscape all the way to the horizon. He felt dwarfed and humbled by the sheer magnitude of the sight before him; an overwhelming feeling of claustrophobic anxiety overcame him as he looked out into a new unfamiliar world.

“I don’t believe this.”

“Shocker, isn’t it?” the nurse said in an amused tone. “Listen, I don’t mean to rush you but I’ve got another two of you deep-freeze guys to thaw out today.”

“What the hell happened to me?” asked David as he stared out of the large grubby window. “How did I die?”

The nurse rolled her eyes and ran her finger over his file, “It says here that you were hit by a postal truck, whatever that is.”

“Fuckin’ postal service,” spat David as he spun around. “Those bastards should slow down. He was driving way too fast, that guy.”

“You remember what happened?”

“Yeah, I…” The nurse watched as David’s face first scrunched up in concentration before his jaw clenched tight. “That no-good, two-timing piece of shit!”

“What is it?”

“That’s why I was crossing the road,” replied David as he stared off across the room, his eyebrows furrowed. “My best mate was kissing my girlfriend on the other side of the street. Well, fuck Jeff and everyone who looks like Jeff!”

“That’s quite a kick in the balls,” said the nurse in an amused tone.

“Isn’t it just,” replied David before giving her a strange look. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Things had started out pretty bad so far this morning, and they didn’t appear to be getting better any time soon. As everything the nurse had told him started to sink in, another question suddenly sprung to mind.

“How come I’m not all messed up?”

“Excuse me?” replied the nurse.

“Well, I got hit by a truck, yes? How come I’m still in one piece?”

“When you were defrosted you spent twelve hours in a cellular regeneration chamber. All of the damage you sustained before your remains were placed into stasis has been repaired. Your body is perfectly healthy.”

She glanced down at his crotch, smiled wryly, then looked back at the chart in her hand. David swiftly realised that he’d be stumbling around the room completely naked. He walked back over to the table, snatched up a pale blue sheet that was folded up on the bottom, and wrapped it around his waist.

“Take this,” said the nurse, handing him a flexible semi-transparent plastic sheet with what looked like a medical report digitally displayed on it. “Go through that door and enter the first room on the right. There are some clothes for you to change into and then you need to sit through an orientation.”

“Right. Thanks,” replied David as he shuffled across to the door and stepped out into a dimly lit corridor. He entered the first room on the right as the nurse had instructed, and trudged barefoot across the threadbare carpet to a table at the far end. He discarded the blue sheet and then changed into the dark coloured clothes that were sitting in a folded pile waiting for him. The room was sparse and depressing; all that it contained was a steel table and two plastic chairs. There were no windows, no pictures on the wall, in fact there was no colour at all with the sole exception of the yellowed water stains in the corner of the room.

David wasn’t sure what attire he’d been expecting to change into, but the pants and shirt he now had on didn’t look particularly futuristic. They were some sort of cotton-like material and fairly loose fitting. It was so quiet in the dark room whilst he stood there stretching out the fatigue in his joints, that a sudden knock on the door startled him.

“Hello?” he called out nervously.

The door opened and in walked a beautiful young woman dressed in an unusual charcoal grey, low-cut business attire. She strode into the room confidently and took a seat at the table. The short skirt she wore rode dangerously high up her thighs revealing a fantastic pair of legs as she crossed them. David noticed those kind of things.

“Hello, Mr. Williams,” she said in her silky smooth voice. “My name is Vala and I am your orientation executive from Aeon.”

“Err, hi,” he replied as he slid into the other chair. Her hair was so dark it was almost black. He loved dark hair. “What exactly is an orientation executive?”

Vala picked up the digital medical report he’d placed on the table. She ran her perfectly manicured fingers over it in a flurry of fast, strange patterns which elicited a series of quiet beeps and clicks from the glossy sheet as she touched it.

“Well,” she replied, looking up to meet his bewildered gaze, “it’s my job to handle your reintroduction to society.”

***

They drove past hundreds of colossal structures which he assumed were housing for the masses; impossible looking apartment blocks, each one a towering mountain of decaying concrete and dirty glass. As the electric vehicle they rode in passed each one, he read the signage which hung above the main entrances. Every block had a flickering red sign, the last one reading ‘Red Sector – Block 122’. It all seemed run down and depressing, not at all how he had expected the future to look.

Old, dried out newspaper fluttered past on a breeze as they navigated their way through a maze of underpasses, bridges and tunnels. The dry, dusty heat of midday noon gave the whole city an ethereal haze which the implausible structures faded into in the distance.

“Overpopulation has lead to a situation now of large scale unemployment, which in turn means that crime has become endemic in certain areas of the city. I would avoid those where possible. There are various public transportation systems as well as the hover-rail that runs the full length of the strip…“

Vala had been talking since they had left, but in truth, very little of what she was saying was penetrating his little bubble of consternation. Everything seemed eerily familiar, yet at the same time, disconcertingly alien. Where he’d had visions of a paradisiacal metropolis full of fresh air and light, he’d found instead a dystopian slice of realism. Fifteen minutes was all it had taken Vala to shatter his dreams. Fifteen minutes to explain the truth of overpopulation, poverty and global warming. The dimly lit room where they had first met had been fairly cool by comparison, but the oppressive heat of a near sub-tropical climate had hit him immediately upon exiting the building. In the imposing shadows of the towering, decrepit skyscrapers, the claustrophobic torridity felt like a hand closed around his throat.

The twelve lane highway they joined ran straight through the heart of the city. He saw multilingual signs hanging from the monumental, looping crossover bridges indicating that it was called ‘the strip’. Steel and concrete seemed to be the depressing palette of the future world he found himself in. In search of a splash of familiar blue, he looked skywards through the window and watched the slow circling of what he presumed were some sort of aerial surveillance drones.

“It’s a lot to take in.”

For the first time since they had left the cryonics facility, Vala spoke to him as something other than a customer on a guided tour. He suspected that it wasn’t so much polite conversation as a way to simply fill the time.

“A lot of you rejuves aren’t able to adjust to their new reality. They have trouble adapting and accepting the radical changes to the world around them. The suicide rate is very high.”

“The way you say that make you sound as though you disapprove of the practice, ‘you rejuves’.”

There was silence as she stared out of the window and considered her words. She had made it perfectly clear back in the orientation briefing that she was all business. Her attitude was a perfectly blended distillation of detachment and cold indifference. A little warmth would not have gone amiss.

“I meant no offence,” she offered, swivelling in her seat to look at him. “I just don’t want you to do anything stupid.”

“A touch of concern?” he asked, turning to look at her.

“You’re a client. If you die with no next of kin the state will seize your assets.” The frosty clinical tone now sounded raw and heartless. She turned in her seat and faced forward again. “Assets that the Aeon Banking Corporation currently manage for you.”

The vehicle eventually pulled off the main drag and approached a vast vertical wall. The embankment was easily a hundred feet high and seemed to span uninterrupted endlessly in both directions. It appeared to be a fortified border of some kind. They were stopped at a security checkpoint by two guards and promptly granted passage after the driver flashed them some identification. David found himself pressed up against the glass in eager anticipation as they passed through the dark tunnel and out into the light. The world he found on the other side of the wall was a breath of fresh air.

Gone was the grey, now replaced in an instant of total contrast with a most unexpected utopia. Lush green fields and tall trees welcomely replaced the monochromatic metropolis they had left behind. Oddly, it was the first time David remembered seeing anything green since they’d left the facility. Gone were the crowded boulevards of utilitarian high-rise housing; here there seemed to be only unblemished beauty. The road they drove on was completely empty and wound through the countryside in a lazy meander as though it knew that whomever drove on it had all the time in the world. A couple of miles from the checkpoint they’d passed through, David saw a frosted glass sign which stood at the side of the road. It read ‘Welcome to Angel Falls’.

“Angel falls?” he enquired of Vala.

“It’s the name of this sector of the city. It is walled off from the rest of the metropolis and is accessible only through security checkpoints like the one we just drove through.”

“It looks really nice,” he offered, but no reply appeared to be forthcoming. It seemed that was the end of the conversation.

They drove for miles in complete silence as David just enjoyed the view. It was a beautiful day outside and the further they travelled, the more he liked the idea of putting some distance between himself and the city. As they crested a small hill, a shimmering tower of glass appeared before them. It was breathtaking in magnitude and reminded him of something he’d once seen in a Hollywood movie. It seemed to grow exponentially in size as they drew closer to it, until the vehicle eventually pulled up in front of the building and stopped next to an enormous water fountain outside. Three foot high stainless steel letters were propped up on the perfectly manicured lawn spelling out the name of the building. It was called ‘The Spire’.

“This is amazing,” remarked David in wonderment as they exited the vehicle. “Is this really where I’m going to be living?”

“Yes,” replied Vala as she strolled off towards the main entrance. “We bought an apartment here for you.”

David had wanted to ask her where they were going in the car, but at the time he had thought better of it. The fact that a banking corporation was responsible for his transition back into civilisation seemed abnormal. Not that he even knew what normal was anymore. Did they still even use currency in the future? After taking a quick glance upwards and being unable to see the top of the Spire, he smiled widely and scurried after his orientation executive.

The lobby was immaculately clean and flooded with brilliant sunlight. The entire front facade of the building was constructed of gargantuan sheets of glass which were supported by stainless steel struts and cables. The sweet fragrances of fig and cedarwood hung in the air and reminded him of a holiday he’d once taken in the mediterranean. It gave him a sense of peace and tranquility as he breathed deep. It was as if the entire structure had been designed with the sole purpose of instilling a sense of calm relaxation. He liked it.

“What did you mean you bought an apartment for me?” he asked as he caught up with Vala.

“Aeon used their discretionary powers over your estate to purchase you some living accommodation. It was presumed that somewhere like this would be more to your liking than one of the city’s housing blocks.”

“You got that right,” he replied cheerfully. “I only had a few hundred bucks in my savings account though. You know, when I croaked it.”

“It’s called compound interest, Mr Williams. Here,” she said tersely as she handed him a file. “This is your latest statement. Three hundred and twelve dollars, and seventeen cents, at an average of three point one percent interest over three hundred and forty-eight years.”

They stepped into a spotless, shimmering glass elevator at the far end of the lobby, which got David wondering how much the cleaners got paid to keep the place so tidy. A beautiful, clear female voice seemed to radiate from every surface of the elevator at the same time which said softly, “Welcome to Angel Falls, Mr. Williams.”

“Err, thank you.”

David didn’t know where to look or who to address, but he gave a slight nod in recognition as his eyes roamed around. Buildings that greeted you: that would take some getting used to. It was all very polite and civilised. He shook his head in amusement before glancing down at the current balance figure displayed on the bottom of the sheet in his hand.

“Fucking fifteen million dollars?!” he screamed as the elevator doors silently slid closed.

When they reached his floor, Vala motioned for David to touch the back of his hand to a glass plate that sat flush in the wall. As he did so, a quiet beep sounded and the door to his new apartment slipped discretely into the wall void.

“Door access is controlled via a microchip embedded subcutaneously,” explained Vala as she strode into the room. “The same applies to any other access system such as the elevator that we were just in. Lights.”

As she said the word ‘lights’, the room he had followed her into was abruptly bathed in a warm, homely glow. Panels in the ceiling and oval glass domes on the walls illuminated the large apartment. A huge ‘L’ shaped leather sofa sat in the centre of the room surrounding a polished black glass coffee table. On the wall was a sizeable portrait-orientated video display screen which was currently switched off. Most impressive though was the fact that the entire back wall of the room appeared to be made of glass. He assumed it was a window with one hell of a view, but at the moment it was completely black, floor-to-ceiling and wall-to-wall. It was the very definition of luxurious by anyone’s standards and immediately brought a smile to his face.

“These are your new quarters. Everything is voice activated. Just ask Alice, she can explain anything you wish to know.”

“Who’s Alice?”

“She is your domestic artificial intelligence assistant, of course.”

“Of course,” David muttered under his breath. Desperate to relieve himself after the long drive, he stuck his head through a couple of doors until he found the bathroom. Everything was made from a material that looked like polished black marble, yet it seemed to have an unusual iridescent lustre to it that exuded a sense of opulence.

“I couldn’t help but notice there’s no toilet paper in here,” he called out to her, “but there is a huge shiny crystal thing sat next to the toilet that someone’s probably robbed from a diamond merchant.”

“Ask Alice,” replied Vala with just a hint of irritability. “Lots of things have changed since your time. She will explain how everything works.”

She stopped at the door and turned to David as he walked back into the room drying his hands on his pants, “I’ll check in with you on Saturday to make sure you’re settling in okay. If you need me for anything urgent, my Ident-Code is on the top of the financial statement I gave you.”

“Wait. I have a question,” he said quickly as she was about to leave. “I was curious about something that occurred to me earlier. There were a lot of those freezer tank things back at that other place. The ones with people in.”

“Yes?”

“Well, aren’t they all super rich when they’re brought back as well?”

“Hardly,” Vala replied, slightly amused. “Most of those people will be housed in one of the city’s residential blocks and be placed on a living benefit until they find a job. The banking collapse of the twenty-second century wiped out most of the accumulated wealth of the population, including those in cryo-stasis. Very few financial institutions survived and fortunately for you, yours eventually became Aeon.”

“Oh,” David said with a blank expression on his face. “Lucky me then.”

“Is there anything else?”

“I don’t suppose you fancy showing me a smile before you leave?” he asked, his eyebrows raised in a friendly gesture.

“Goodbye, Mr Williams.”

***

David leaned heavily on the window wall. It was cool to the touch and felt sturdy enough so that he didn’t worry about it not supporting his weight. He was absentmindedly sipping an electric-blue drink which had been deposited from behind a small glass panel in the wall when he had enquired if there was anything to drink. It tasted sweet and fruity, but unlike anything else he could compare it to. It also seemed to be glowing slightly in the dimness of the room. It was only a luminous drink, but even the small things seemed deliberately unusual as if to keep him on edge.

The view had rendered him speechless when he’d eventually worked out how to disable the shade-screen feature of the windows. His entire smart-glass wall, floor to ceiling, had faded from jet black to completely translucent, revealing the awe-inspiring panorama before him. As the sun set over the distant alien cityscape, the sky had turned from a deep gold to an eerie blood red, something he assumed was due to either chemicals in the atmosphere, or the global warming problem that Vala had mentioned briefly. He could have stood there all night and watched the city slowly illuminate as the sun went down.

After a while he trudged over to the couch and slumped heavily into the soft luxurious cushions. It had been one hell of a day so far and all things considered, he thought everything had turned out pretty well. He picked up a brochure for The Spire that he had found in a welcome pack and began to idly flip through it out of boredom.

“Amy? I mean, Alice?”

“Good evening, David.” The female voice that reverberated around the room was soft and enticing, without the slightest hint of it being electronically generated.

“S’up,” he replied. “There anything fun to do around here?”

“What do you mean by ‘fun’?”

“You know: amusing, enjoyable, entertaining. Fun stuff.”

“There is an art gallery located on the twelfth floor which is currently exhibiting works by the famous sculptor Edvard Von Shlang. Among the pieces on display is his world renown…”

“That sounds utterly delightful,” interrupted David as he cut her off.

“Would you like me to procure you a ticket for this evening?”

“I was being sarcastic,” moaned David. “Don’t you have a sense of humour?”

“The humour personality trait is an optional module that I do not currently have installed. Do you wish to purchase it?”

“Please, for the love of God, buy the fucking thing.”

“Very well,” replied the soft voice. “The upgrade will take place at midnight tonight when my system is next scheduled for an update.”

“Fine,” mumbled David as he flicked over a page in the brochure and stopped on a section teasingly entitled ‘Sexual Health’.

“What the…” he mumbled quietly as he sat up straight. “What the hell is the Sexual Recreation Facility?”

The sweet voice in it’s honeyed tones began to explain, “There is a sexual recreation facility located on level seventy. All citizens of The Spire, based on current medical guidelines, are encouraged to engage in sexual congress at least twice per week for their own physical and emotional wellbeing.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“I’m sorry, I do not understand the question,” replied Alice.

“Now this is what I call fun,” chuckled David. “What’s the deal with like, STD’s and stuff in the future? If I hook up with a hot chick, is my Johnson going to explode the following morning?”

“All known sexually transmitted pathogens were eliminated following the Fielder Institute international immunisation program in the year twenty-three nineteen. Every female is also now fitted with a Gravida wetware interface implant which gives them conscious control of their reproductive system.”

David whistled as he slumped back into the couch. “I have absolutely no idea what any of that means, but it sounds impressive. What about me?”

“As part of your rejuvenation procedure, your DNA was genetically altered to include all current disease immunisations including MRA, NSD and Sarla.”

“Okey-dokey. And on that note I’m content to remain blissfully ignorant.”

“As you wish.”

***

After cleaning himself up and changing into the only clean clothes he could find in the apartment, David once again stepped into the lavish elevator and rode it down to floor seventy. The view over the land surrounding The Spire as it descended was breath-taking. The immediate locale was filled with lush green parks, areas of wild woodland and glistening blue lakes that he made a mental note to check out later on.

When the doors sighed opened, David stepped out and found himself standing in a large, swanky entrance hall. It was immaculate and airy, with white marble floors and glass vases full of colourful fresh flowers. It was not at all like the knocking-shop he was expecting to walk into. A pair of double doors seemed to be the only passage off the main room, and a familiar looking flush glass plate in the wall provided him access inside.

“Welcome, Mr. Williams,” chimed the same, sweet female voice that had greeted him in the elevator.

“Hiya,” he replied as he stepped into one of many small changing rooms on the other side of the doors.

A video display screen on the wall showed a series of pictographic instructions which gave him a basic understanding of the layout of the recreation facility, and also served as a warning that the lighting level when he first stepped inside would be low. It sounds like a good idea to tread cautiously; he supposed you could stand on something quite unfortunate if you were not careful.

David removed all of his clothes as instructed, hung them up in a locker and slipped on a loose, soft cotton bath robe. When he was ready, he pushed a glowing blue button on the right-hand wall. The lights in the ceiling dimmed down as the door opened, and he stepped out into a dark, balmy room. The floor felt soft, like a pliable rubber, and warm to the touch under his bare feet. Slow, ambient music filtered through speakers hidden somewhere in the jet black ceiling, and he stopped for a moment to admired the subtle twinkling of the video effect that played across it. It reminded him of going to a planetarium when he was it kid. Staring up at the ceiling in here was like looking out into the depths of space.

A familiar myriad of scents gave David cause to pause for a second and take a deep breath. The room smelled of fresh ground coffee, marijuana, and sex; a heady concoction of recognisable and reassuring olfactory pleasures. He already liked the place because it was somewhere he felt more relaxed in. It was a warm, dark den of inequity which stood in stark contrast to the shimmering sterility of everything he’d seen outside.

Not knowing what else to do, on natural instinct he headed for the bar. David took his time as he weaved cautiously between the low, plush couches, careful not to trip over any of the shadowed figures lounging on them. When he made it to the glass-topped bar, he just stared open-mouthed at the shelved display of brightly coloured exotic liquids available for consumption. Before he had the chance to look for a bartender and ask about them, a soft voice gave him cause to turn around.

“You’re a rejuve, right?”

David flashed a quick smile at the cute Asian girl who had sauntered up to him. She was dressed in a dark blue silk robe that was wrapped around her perfect little body like a second skin. She was absolutely gorgeous. It might have been the lighting that made it look that way, but her dark hair appeared to have a gleam of midnight-blue to it.

“I am, how could you tell?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“You look a little out of place,” she replied with a smile. “My name is Kiki.”

“David. Nice to meet you.” He took her hand and shook it gently when she started laughing. “What? Did I say something funny?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It was just a little formal, that’s all,” she chuckled. “We don’t really do handshakes in the Rec. This is your first time here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

David suddenly felt a little out of his depth. He ruffled his hair and glanced around the room. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the gloom, it became apparent that the dark figures that he’d been so keen to avoid tripping over earlier were in fact enjoying more than just some polite conversation. The room was filled with naked bodies grinding and bouncing slowly on top of each other.

“Oh wow,” he said to himself. “So people just come here and…”

“Fuck?” Kiki finished his question. “Yes, they do. Many of us are too busy with our careers to worry about relationships and partners. The Rec has become our way of releasing some pent up tension.”

It occurred to David that being such a luxurious and exclusive place, anyone that lived in The Spire must be quite wealthy and successful in their own right.

“Speaking of tension…”

As her words trailed off, David felt a warm hand wrap around his stiff cock. He flinched at her touch and gripped the edge of the bar so hard that his knuckles turned white. He hadn’t even realised he was aroused and protruding from his robe.

“Woah,” he whispered whilst quickly trying to conceal what was going on from the rest of the patrons. No one was paying any attention and wouldn’t have cared even if they were. “Don’t you want to chat first? How about a drink?”

“Oh, I think we can do better than a drink.” Kiki’s hand stroked his throbbing erection leisurely as she looked directly into his bewildered eyes. David was a little shy, and Kiki seemed to find that very amusing. “What do you say?”

“What, here?”

“You don’t want me to suck your dick in front of everybody?” Her pouting lips were the sexiest thing he’d seen in a long, long, long time.

“Umm.”

“Come with me,” she whispered as she released his hard length and sauntered off towards the far wall. David followed her obediently, marvelling at the sights and sounds around him. Everyone appeared to be completely at ease having sex in front of one another, knowing that every moan and groan of pleasure could be heard by anyone else in the room.

They passed a small couch in a dimly lit corner where a young couple were tightly embraced. Their sweaty bodies writhed against each other as they both sighed heavily and rhythmically. It was the sound of a couple having sex that they’d waited the whole day for.

As Kiki led him towards a secluded entranceway, she stopped briefly to whisper into the ear of another girl. She too was spectacularly attractive and similarly dressed in a light silk robe tied loosely at her waist. The girl grinned from ear to ear before glancing towards David, removing a bright pink lollipop from her mouth and winking at him. She never said a word.

“You don’t mind if Layla joins us, do you?” asked Kiki as all three of them entered the small room. Before David could ask what she meant, he turned and saw both of the them staring at him. Their intention was obvious; they meant to devour him. It was the same look you would expect to see on the face of someone offered a cheeseburger who had not eaten for three days. All of a sudden David felt like he was living in the dying seconds before a tsunami was to crash into him and carry him away.

“Oh no, not at all.” His cool demeanour gave nothing away, but on the inside his mind was screaming, “Fuck!”

Kiki pushed on his chest gently and David slumped back onto a soft, spongy bench. It felt like nappa leather and was comfortingly warm to the touch. The room was small and unusually circular like some kind of a pod. Swirling images like backlit smoke, washed hypnotically across the video walls as if writhing in anticipation of watching what was to come. He glanced to his right as Layla curled up next to him. She smiled sweetly, twirling the luminous pink candy so that it clicked against her perfect teeth.

“So what do you think of the future so far?” asked Kiki as she straddled his hips and made herself comfortable on his lap.

“S’great,” he squeaked before clearing his throat, a little embarrassed by the sound he had just made. “I mean, erm, this is all pretty strange to me, you know? I woke up like twelve hours ago. Yesterday was… well, it was a lifetime ago.”

“I’ve met a few rejuves over the years,” she replied. “Some of them find it impossible to accept what’s happened, what the world outside is now like. You seem different though. The trick is just to go with it.”

As she leaned forward and whispered the last few words, she kissed him slowly. Kiki’s lips felt soft, and warm, and inviting. Her tongue probed his mouth as she sighed into him, her body leaning into his own as they both got lost in the moment. His hands found their way to her bottom and squeezed it gently which caused Kiki to let out a quiet moan. When their lips finally parted, David was left with a sweet taste in his mouth and a fuzzy warmth all over his body.

“Wow,” he whispered and swallowed hard. “I’ve not been kissed like that for three-hundred years.”

Kiki smiled and slid slowly down his body, parting his legs to kneel on the floor between them. Layla also crawled with a feline grace to join her friend in front of him. He watched wide-eyed as they both tugged softly on his cotton belt until it unfurled and his robe fell open. Their eyes were immediately drawn to his hard cock which he could once again feel throbbing in anticipation.

“Let’s see if you’re all thawed out yet,” said Kiki teasingly.

She pinned his erection to his stomach as they both leaned down and began to softly suck on his balls. They took one each into their mouths and gently tugged in different directions. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt before; the sight alone was almost too much for David to handle. He gripped the soft leather of the bench and breathed heavily as he watched the two young, gorgeous women suck and draw on his balls.

Kiki and her friend Layla seemed to enjoy teasing him. Each time he moaned or squeezed the seat tighter they giggled like schoolgirls. His eyes rolled in his head when he felt two hot, wet tongues agonisingly lick up either side of his cock. They met at the top and wrapped around his swollen head like they were fighting for it. A small drop of pre-cum was quickly lapped up as the girls began to french kiss, mashing their lips together in a heated embrace, yet with David’s cock in between them. The heat and exhilarating caress of their lips was excruciating, and as if they could read his mind, they stopped just a second before he would have been unable to prevent an endless torrent of cum from spilling into their mouths.

With a wide grin of satisfaction on her face, Layla climbed back onto the bench next to David and cozied up to him. She parted her legs and nibbled her bottom lip seductively as she removed from her pussy the pink lollipop that she’d been sucking earlier. Open-mouthed and only barely managing to remain in control of his faculties, David stared intently as she popped the candy back into her mouth. So that’s where she’d put it.

Kiki snuggled back onto his lap and holding his hard dick in place with one hand, lowered herself slowly onto it. David hissed through clenched teeth as she unhurriedly impaled herself balls-deep with a contented sigh. She rocked her hips back and forth leisurely, just to make sure that every single millimetre of his throbbing length was buried deep inside her body.

She smiled to herself as she reached into one of her robe pockets and pulled out several small, silvery-coloured pills in a clear plastic zip-loc bag. She popped it open and handed one to Layla who swallowed it without a moment’s thought or hesitation. Then with finger and thumb, she took one herself before holding the last to David’s lips until he parted them and extended his tongue. Kiki placed the pill on it gently and looked into his eyes until he smiled nervously before swallowing it.

“What is it?” he asked her.

“The technical name has about twenty-seven syllables, but we call it Sugar.” Kiki spoke in a sexy, smoky voice as she lazily slung her arms over his shoulders and crossed her hands behind his head. “You know how when you come really, really hard, it’s like a grenade exploding between your legs?”

David swallowed nervously and nodded. When she’d emphasised the ‘really hard’ part, Kiki had clenched her pussy around his cock tightly.

“Well, Sugar turns it into a nuclear explosion. It’s a sensory enhancement. Everything slows down, becomes heightened and fine tuned. Touch is electrified, colours become more vivid and saturated, taste is enhanced.” As soon as she seductively whispered the last three words, Kiki leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue over his cheek like some sort of wild animal.

“Oh fuck,” David moaned.

“Oh fuck is right,” replied Kiki as she reached down behind her back. He felt her warm palm cup his balls. “And just when you reach that point when the whole universe explodes into a supernova of red hot pleasure, time stops. It feels like your orgasm lasts forever.” David winced as she squeezed his balls firmly in her hand.

“A little pain can be quite pleasurable, too.”

Kiki released his sensitive plums and started to rock and bounce on his lap playfully. She bit her bottom lip and looked directly into his eyes as they started to build a rhythm. David couldn’t remember a time when he’d had more fun. Kiki’s pussy was so tight, it felt like a hot velvet vice as she squeezed and relaxed her muscles. He glanced down and ran his thumb over a little tuft of bright blue pubic hair that she had shaved into a narrow landing strip.

“Blue,” he mumbled, amused by yet one more unusual quirk.

Kiki laughed at the expression on his face. It was as if he’d never seen blue pubes before. Whilst riding David’s lovely cock, she untied her silk robe, slipped it off and discarded it on the floor. His hands immediately clasped her firm breasts, massaging them eagerly and rolling her tight nipples between his fingers and thumbs. This only fuelled her desire to fuck him harder. She used her leg muscles and arched her back to impale herself on his length harder and faster. The sound of her perky bottom slapping against his thighs filled the small room.

David was torn. In front of him was a stunningly beautiful girl, straining every muscle in her slender body to fuck him into a delicious oblivion. On his right was Layla, a pink-candy sucking nymphomaniac whose flushed, bald pussy was being expertly fingered before his eyes. She really seemed to love getting herself off and having him watch as she did it.

The alpha male in David reared its head. He gripped Kiki’s dark hair firmly in a tight fist, pulled her head back and licked her exposed throat as if to mark his territory. He felt a low grumbled moan of appreciation reverberate in her throat like a purr. His last cheating slut of a girlfriend had loved to purr in bed also, he found it a huge turn on.

With Kiki riding him like a bucking bronco and Layla giving him one hell of an eyeful to his right, David didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. His heart was racing in his chest and his mouth had gone dry; probably a combination of his surging adrenaline and the pill he had taken. As he began to feel the all too familiar throb of an impending orgasm, the raven-haired beauty on his lap rose up until his rock hard cock slipped free and slapped against his stomach.

She stood up on shaky legs, turned to face away from him and bent at the waist. He watched intently as she widened her stance, moved her hand between her legs and slipped two fingers into her sopping cunt. Her labia were puffy and glossy, just two cum-slicked swollen folds of sensitive flesh now stretched around her intrusion. She moaned and let out a held breath as her fingers split her peach again and again.

David watched with rapt attention, completely absorbed as she slipped a lubed-up finger into her bottom, and exhaled as it probed deeper up to the second knuckle. His cock twitched as he watched Kiki finger her ass right in front of him. When she removed it, her cute little pink pucker was glossy with her cum. With a quiet giggle from Layla as if she knew what was coming next, Kiki shuffled back between his legs, placed her hands on her ass cheeks and spread them.

“Fuck my ass, David,” she begged.

“What?” he asked, as if she’d been talking in an alien language. He’d always wanted to experience anal sex but had never found a partner willing to try it.

“Fuck my ass. I want that big dick of yours inside me.”

He wasn’t going to wait around to be asked a third time. Without any further hesitation, David gripped her shapely hips and guided her down onto his slick throbbing length. As the large head of his cock began to stretch her wide, she groaned and dropped her head forward. Kiki was so tight it made his head spin. He lowered her slowly until he was fully inside her hot core; it was incredible. All he could do was fling his head back and roll his eyes as Kiki started to rock her hips back and forth.

It was the best sex David had ever had. With his hands firmly gripping Kiki at the waist, he began to bounce her up and down, giddy at the sensations he was feeling inside her tight ass. It was like two tight fists were gripping his dick desperately trying to squeeze the life out of it. Perspiration specked her skin, coating her smooth back and trickling along her feminine contours in little rivulets. He traced a finger down her spine, following the flow of sweat and causing her to shudder. It was fucking scorching in that little room.

Kiki leant backwards into his body, pressing her smooth back against his billowing chest so that he could rest his head on her shoulder. Her skin felt hot and flushed, like when you keep pushing yourself harder and harder during a long run in the heat of midsummer. Their skin was sticky with sweat and saturated with the continued exertion of two people desperate to finally experience the ultimate bliss they’d worked so hard for.

David’s gaze flittered between the sight of her heaving breasts, two perfect mounds of firm young flesh undulating in front of him, and the glossy fingers that were plunging two-knuckles deep into Layla’s tight little pussy. She was lay on her back next to him, her legs splayed obscenely in order to give him the perfect view. She moaned and bucked her hips as her fingers worked in and out of her flushed, swollen clam.

David’s left hand roughly clasped Kiki’s breast as his other reached down and began to vigorously rub her clit. His fingers became slick with her arousal as he worked them against her clitoral hood. He could almost feel the pulses of red-hot bliss as they tore through her body each time his fingertips bumped her inflamed, throbbing nub. He could feel his own orgasm approaching at a frightening speed.

“Oh fuck!” screamed Kiki as she clutched his arm tightly. “Come with me!”

David held her slender body tight to his and slammed his aching cock into her hard with a finally flurry of frenzied thrusts. Their bodies seemed to melt into each other as they became a writhing, clenching mess of drug fuelled sexual abandon. It was as if the narcotics knew when to kick in because a daunting surge of energy washed through his body. He was on a one-way journey to trip-out city and there was no turning back.

As he felt his balls clench painfully tight, his mind began to spin. A dizzy euphoria washed through his consciousness as an electric shock began to rip through his nervous system. It felt like ten thousand volts coursed through his cock and then spiderwebbed across his body, searing a path of white hot fire and leaving a fierce burning in its wake. He shook violently, his hips bucking as his teeth clenched tight. He’d never imagined it was possible to experience anything like this.

Just when he expected the intense and overwhelming sensations to abate, time seemed to slow to a crawl. The room became infused and saturated with every colour of the rainbow. He watched as Kiki threw her head back in ecstasy and a droplet of sweat shook free from her forehead. It travelled through the air in slow motion, like a tiny twinkling crystal floating in the zero gravity of space.

Sounds seemed to echo indefinitely as they bounced off every surface of the room in a droning, circular effect. Cries of adulterated, chemically enhanced pleasure vibrated from all three of them in a medley of orgasmic joy. Gasps of sensory overload and ragged breaths sucked through clenched teeth became muffled and muted in the heavy-time he found himself drowning in. The complete and total contentment of perfect sexual release slowly began to wrap around him like a comforting fuzzy blanket. The last thing he remembered feeling before slipping into exhausted unconsciousness was the warmth of being pinned under the dead-weight of Kiki’s spent body.

***

To say the headache was bad would be doing an injustice to every man and woman that had ever woken up with a hangover. The first thought that David managed to make sense of was actually question: how has someone managed to remove my brain and replace it with a pineapple?

The surface he was lying on was cold enough to sting his skin. The chill seemed to seep into his bones through his muscles and tiptoe along his spine. It quickly became apparent that the only scrap of clothing that he was wearing was his pants. His shirt, socks and shoes were all missing. There was something very familiar about waking up cold and disorientated.

“Oh fuck, not again,” groaned David in a gruff, gravelly voice. His throat was as dry as desert dust but his mouth tasted sweet like he’d spent all night binging on ripe cherries. He tried to move but the pain in all of his limbs suddenly ballooned across his body. He ached all over from head to toe.

“Hello?” he called out.

“The human is awake.”

David immediately froze when he heard the grating, mechanical voice. It was deep and synthesised, like a perfect cocktail of every element that makes an effective voice for a villain in a movie. It sounded dangerous and malevolent. Not something you ever want to hear when first waking up in the morning.

“Prepare the probe.”

“Probe? What probe?” he asked desperately. “Who is that? Who’s there?!”

“It’s Alice,” a different voice replied cheerfully.

The name rang a bell, and so did the soft feminine tone with which it replied. Somewhere in the watery pea-soup which had become his brain, something was telling David that that name should mean something.

“Who?”

“I am your domestic artificial intelligence assistant.”

Like a river breaking its banks after a heavy rain, everything came flooding back to him. David managed to roll agonisingly onto his side and glance around the room. He was lying on the floor in his apartment.

“Oh right,” he groaned as he stumbled to his feet. “Very funny. You almost gave me a fucking heart attack then. I thought someone had stuck me back in one of those bloody tanks.”

When he tried to take a step forward, he almost tripped and fell face first into the coffee table. Only at the last second did he manage to stop himself from a painful injury by lunging and grabbing onto the arm of the couch.

“What the…”

He looked down and discovered that for whatever reason, he seemed to have his pants on back to front. Everything was all still hazy in his mind but from past experience, the pants thing usually meant he’d had a good night. He peeled them off whilst looking out at the sunrise through the windows and kicked them into a pile on the floor. The rich orange heat of dawn warmed his face comfortingly as it broke the distant horizon. He stood in the middle of his apartment stark-bollock naked and stretched as high as he could. Life was good.

With a more pressing matter to attend to, David trudged off to the bathroom to relieve himself whilst wondering what the hell he had gotten up to the previous night. He stood at the toilet bowl with one hand resting on the wall to steady himself, and wondered why he smelled like a tart’s boudoir. Everything was so neat and tidy in the apartment, it had occurred to him when he first arrived that there may well be some kind of maid service. He dreaded to think what they might deduce if they found him passed out on his apartment floor half-naked, wearing his pants on back to front and smelling like a department store perfume counter. His gaze dropped to the little shelf next to his thigh.

“Alice?”

“Yes, Davy-baby?”

David mouthed the words ‘davy baby’ before shaking his head. What the hell had gotten into her?

“How does this thing work?”

He sighed exasperatedly when he heard a childish giggling from the other room. It was that damned humour upgrade thing she’d mentioned the previous evening. He knew he’d regret buying it for her.

“Don’t you just aim it and try to relax?” replied Alice.

“I meant the fucking crystal!”

Bad Girl

James had been propping up the bar all night, somewhat despondent at his lack of luck with the ladies. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, but he began to think that the desperation was evident on his face.

“Can girls even see that?” he asked drunkenly with a sweep of his hand.

The barman wasn’t listening, not that he could hear James over the loud, booming bass of the club music anyway. He just shrugged and carried on topping up the fridges with bottles of beer.

“I mean, I’m not that fucking desperate. It’s only been like…” He began to count in his head. Four months? Five?

“Fuck,” he grumbled and took a large gulp of his Jack Daniels and Coke. As he placed the glass back on the bar, something nudged his elbow and almost sent the drink flying.

“Shit! Hey, watch what you’re…” She was gorgeous. Slim and petite with flowing blonde hair and a cheeky smile.

“Sorry about that,” she shouted over the music, “some dick-head shoved me and I fell forward.”

“That’s alright,” he shouted back, leaning in a little closer, “no harm done. My name’s James.”

The girl plonked herself down on the stool next to him, her stone-washed, tight fitting jeans hugging her shapely thighs. She looked at him in a way that made his cock begin to swell, her perfect white teeth flirtatiously nibbling on her bottom lip. As James gave her the once over, he admired the tight top stretched over her fantastic looking c-cups. Her t-shirt said, ‘Bad Girl’, and her eyes said ‘read the t-shirt’.

“What’s your name?” he asked, before downing the dregs of his drink.

“If you can guess it in three I’ll let you fuck me in the bathroom.”

A fountain of warm whisky and Coke sprayed from his mouth, and in seemingly slow motion due to the strobe lighting from the DJ’s lighting rig, rained all over the bar. The look of utter contempt from the barman made him cringe.

“Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry,” he shouted over the bar. As he started to dab up the droplets of liquid with a napkin he took a guess.

“Lisa?”

The girl picked up a straw, popped the end between her crimson red lips, and began to nibble on it as she shook her head.

“Danielle?”

A second shake of her head. James failed to notice that he was now patting the sodden napkin on the hand of the annoyed barman who was also trying to clean the bar.

“Erm, Ashleigh?” Suddenly she grabbed the front of his top, pulled him in close and kissed him passionately. Her mouth was warm and sweet, her tongue eager to play.

“We have a winner,” she replied as she took him by the hand and dragged him off across the dance floor to the bathrooms. She pushed open the door to the girls’ toilets, strode quickly into one of the empty stalls and sat down on the seat as he followed her in. James had barely finished locking the stall door before Ashleigh had his belt unbuckled and jeans unbuttoned.

“Fuck, you’re keen,” he whispered, as she pulled the denim down to his ankles along with his black boxer shorts. The fact that he was already semi-hard seemed to amuse her as she slipped the delicious lips of her mischievous smile over the head of his cock. She’d been aching for a nice big dick all night, and now she had her hands on one.

The warm, wet sensation of her tongue stroking around the glans of his head finished the job her thighs had started just moments before. He was now hard as a rock and rolling his hips into her fist. James tilted his head back and squinted as the burnt out florescent tube on the ceiling buzzed and flickered.

The pressure was unbearable. The prolonged anticipation of a hard fucking had turned Ashleigh’s sexy black g-string into a warm, cum-soaked mess. As she squirmed from side to side on the toilet seat she could feel the slick, swollen lips of her tortured pussy slipping against each other in a mush of squishy arousal.

Not sure how much longer she could wait before giving in to the urges that threatened her sanity, her hands found their way to the firm nipples straining at tight t-shirt. Erect, pink nubs of rigid flesh gave away to the incessant attention of her fingertips.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned hungrily around James’s stiff cock.

She needed this more than she thought was possible. A quivering mass of sexually frustrated girl, Ashleigh was at breaking point. If she didn’t come soon, she didn’t know what would happen.

As the pinching and twisting of her nipples through the fabric became more urgent, she couldn’t ignore the ache any longer. She pulled her mouth from his cock with a little ‘pop’, stood up and turned around. Her deft fingertips made short work of the buttons on her jeans and as she wriggled them down over her hips, she bent forward at the waist. A quiet moan of appreciation from James had her smiling as she braced herself with her hands on the top of the cold porcelain tank.

“Get that dick inside me,” Ashleigh whispered as she hooked her left index finger in the back of her g-string and pulled it to one side.

He took in the sight of her delicious looking peach; dark pink, ripe, lacquered and ready for him. With a deliberate attempt to tease this horny little bunny, he pushed two fingers into her glistening, pouting pussy and stroked them slowly inside her.

Ashleigh whimpered as she felt James’s fingers pry and explore between her delicate folds. Each brush of his thumb over her sensitive, cum-slicked clit caused her to shudder uncontrollably.

“Stop teasing and fuck me already!” she begged, desperate to feel him stretch her as he penetrated her sopping hole.

As he lined up and pushed forward, he felt the warm, liquid velvet grip of her tight sex slowly engulf his throbbing length. Ashleigh wiggled and rolled her hips as she pushed backwards, ensuring every inch of steel-hard cock disappeared into her hot, gooey depths.

“Fuck, yes,” she brokenly gasped as her head dropped forward and eyes rolled.

As James began to pound his length into the sexy blonde girl, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes and silently mouthed the words ‘Thank you, God’.

He gripped her slender hips, enjoying the quiet, echoing sounds of flesh impacting flesh. Enjoying the ripples which shook her firm little bottom each time he forcefully thrust forward, each time her knees threatened to buckle as her legs spread wider to grant her desperate fingers access to her throbbing clit.

It didn’t take long, James could tell she was close by the urgency of her rubbing and kneading. The little pants and whimpers of pleasure had become broken moans and breathy sighs. He watched her back arch and her ass grind into him harder, a frenzied attempt to take him as deep as she could.

With a flurry of powerful thrusts, Ashleigh finally broke. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the porcelain tank lid threatened to tear it from the wall. Her legs trembled, struggling to maintain her body weight. James could feel her muscles clench down on him and pulse with the exquisite, ruthless waves of her toe-curling orgasm.

He was close himself, he could feel the all too familiar sensation of a tightening in his balls, the squeezing tingle of impending climax.

“I’m going to come,” he hissed out, still stroking in and out of her tender, swollen flesh.

With that, Ashleigh pulled forward causing him to slip out of her. She quickly turned and sat herself down, taking his straining, hot flesh in her hand. It glistened in the clinical blue-tinged light, pounding with the blood surging through it. With her sex-hazed eyes staring directly into his, she popped the head of his cock back into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around it quickly.

James held onto the paper dispenser with a death-grip as with a flurry of strokes from her delicate manicured hand, she began to milk him dry. His cock twitched and pulsated over and over into her hot mouth as she swallowed every single drop.

“Jesus, Ashleigh, that was fucking incredible,” he breathed heavily, slumped against the door.

With a smirk on her face as she stood to button up her jeans, she replied, ‘My name isn’t Ashleigh.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and unlocked the stall door to leave.

“Wait! What is your name?” James watched as she grinned, ripped a hand towel from the machine, pulled a lip pencil from her pocket and scribbled her cell number down.

“Give me a call sometime, maybe you’ll find out.”

He looked down at the scrap of tissue. “You’re missing two digits.”

“I’m only easy when it suits me.”