The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

4:12pm

University of Cantella Forks (UCF) campus grounds

Fred enjoyed the late afternoon Wednesday sun as he wolfed down an early dinner. As he did, the college freshman contemplated the events of the last three days. After a clinical trial he’d gained the ability to exude a pheromone that both turned women on and made them highly suggestible. By the time he realized this fact, it had affected his friend and study partner Deb.

The strait-laced, competitive student athlete had excelled in her studies. However, her competitive drive and high standards intimidated any would-be suitors. Freddy liked those qualities about her. The “ScSc” scorekeeper scent implanted in Deb a strong desire for Freddy. Three days of exposure, arousal, and suggestibility further reinforced those desires. Fred, fearing for Deb, made her his confidant instead of his slave. The pair created an activation phrase that made her immune to the “ScSc.” They were the words “terminal” and “cupcake”. To Fred’s delight, her newfound feelings revealed a sexually adventurous side, which culminated in last night’s lovemaking. This was alot for someone like Fred to deal with, but he’d been doing his best; as far as problems went it was a great one to have. He pinched himself.

He wanted to eat dinner with Deb, but the sexy coed was busy arranging the trip to the Brass Nugget Casino’s Diamond Bar to recruit Mia Ryan. Trigonometry, that most confounding of classes, had just gotten out at 4pm. It was a class he shared with Deb, and she had dialed up the degree of difficulty by sexting him pictures of her bottom in class. Grinning from ear to ear, he decided to text her.

Fred:

Say Deb

Deb:

Heya Babe whats up

Fred:

Me in Trig is whats was up. You know I’m trying to get an A in there right

Deb:

I know I’ve been helping you get that A. I believe in you!

Fred:

flashing me your hoo ha in class is a nice gesture but it doesn’t help me get an A

Deb:

You’re welcome babe. Looking forward to tonight. I’m bringing a friend btw

Fred:

Oni?

Deb:

BENJI

Fred:

WTF Deb THE Benji?

Deb:

Affirmative

Fred:

The guy you beat up for getting handsy with you?

Deb:

Affirmative x2

Fred:

WHY!!

Deb:

Test of your skillz

Fred:

K when do you want me there

Deb:

7pm ok? Pick us up in your truck

Fred:

You, Benji and me in the truck

Deb:

Affirmative x3. I’ll sit in the middle it’ll be fun I’ll make it worth your while

Fred:

You angling for a 3-way?

Deb:

Ew, wouldn’t touch Benji with a fishing rod. He’s got a pretty big dick for someone who juices though

Fred:

Jesus Deb and thank gawd. Not into dudes that can snap me in half

Deb:

Silly goose. You have a way better ass

Fred:

Kay nuff said will catch you in a few hours

Deb:

You are awesome. See you remember we’ll be in a bar situation 2nite so dress appropriately!

Fred:

What does that mean. Collared shirt and jeans?

Deb:

Nice clothes, babe.

Fred:

Alright I’ll get dressed and take pics for your approval

Deb:

Oh, great idea. Send me a dick pic pls

Fred:

Really?

Deb:

Really. In fact I want you to take a picture of your dick right now and send it to me pls

Fred:

Negative ghost rider I am compromised in public

Deb:

Then get somewhere where you can and send it. Cock pls

Fred:

OMG are we going to be sexting now

Deb:

Only sometimes.

Fred:

Okay, stay tuned

Deb:

WANT THAT DICK

Fred:

lmao you’ll get it I promise

7:04pm

“Nice pickup, Dickwad.” Benji Kilmeade was an intimidating sight. At 6′4″ 225 pounds, the starting linebacker of the UCF Bobcat football team had earned the defensive MVP of the UCF Bobcats in his junior season. An unholy terror to opposing teams, Benji’s performance helped the Bobcats get to the championship game, which they had lost in a close overtime game.

A curly, light-blond mullet long in back and short in front draped lazily over a pair of aviator sunglasses that hid blue eyes. A large hawkish nose flared impatiently; a chin hewn from granite clenched. A pair of ripped dark jeans and a gray tank top displayed both a chiseled build and various tattoos.

Butterflies replaced trepidation when he saw Deb. Glinting in the sun, her dark-blond hair was done up in a dutch braid; eye makeup and blush added an air of sophistication. A cyan and black printed blouse and slit bootcut jeans accentuated her tanned fitness model body and centerfold curves. A pair of pink sneakers added utility to the ensemble.

Fred stopped, leaned over, and unlocked the passenger side door. Deb leaped in easily; she smelled of lilacs, musk, and a slight tang of chlorine. Her counterpart smelled like cheap cologne and a bad infection.

“Looking good, babe.” Deb gave him a quick smooch, then whispered, “Thanks for the pic.”

“Ditto for you, Deb, and you’re welcome, by the way. Hey Benji, how’s it going?”

“Pretty fucking good dickwad, once we get to the Nugget. I hear some babes out there need some deep dicking. I’m hoping this piece of shit can make it out there.”

“Benji, be nice.” Deb warned.

“Ok, then.” Fred almost rolled his eyes but decided he liked his face. He hoped his “ScSc” would work on Benji because he wanted to talk to Deb. He watched as the musclebound jock rifled through Fred’s glove compartment, reading his registration and insurance.

“Hey, Poindexter. Looks like your legal. Insurance is good for two more months, you better renew.”

Their destination was the Diamond, a dive bar attached to the Brass Nugget Casino, where Mia Grace Riley worked. According to the dossier Fred had gotten from the police station, she used her middle name as an alias. A 20-minute drive outside of Cantella Forks, the location had a sleazy reputation that appealed to an older, more violent clientele. Having someone like Benji along to provide extra muscle might work as a deterrent. Exactly how she had convinced him was the question.

Deb sidled up to Fred but shot a glance in the jock’s direction. “Hey Benji, I like the shoulder tattoo! When did you get it?”

“This thing?” Benji proudly went into story mode about his newest tattoo, which quickly became derailed by increasingly slurred speech. After three days, Fred’s cab was thick with his pheromones.

“Hey, Fredster. Smells good in here, bro. I feel…” He looked down at the obvious wood he was sporting with detached curiosity. “Good down there, y’know?”

“Benji, I want you to go to sleep now.” Fred said. Instantly the man-child’s head bowed in slumber. A bump in the road jerked him into Deb who leaned him up against the passenger door. She looked at her cell, noting the time. “That took less than 2 minutes, Fred.”

“Wish it would’ve happened sooner. That almost became awkward.”

Deb smiled. Fred being able to control men was a new thing.

“Wow. I wonder if this means Benji bats for both teams? Fred, see if you can order him to do stuff.” She started recording on her cell.

“Benji, I want you to still hear me, even though you are asleep. Can you still hear me?” Fred spoke loudly, keeping his eyes on the road. Deb was recording Benji on her cell. “I hear.” His eyes still closed, Benji was receptive to orders.

Fred continued. “Ok, Benji, I want you to believe that anything Deb and I say will make perfect sense. Your primary mission will be to defend us from harm.”

“Freddy, have Benji make a priority of defending you.” As far as Deb knew, Fred’s life was spent avoiding fights. She’d seen tougher men shrink when confronted with a violent altercation. “When was the last time you were in a fight? Listen to what I’m saying, babe.”

Fred winced. “Ouch, Deb. That hurt a little bit.”

“Freddy, that’s adorable.” Deb’s tone was amused. She stopped recording, putting her cell back into her clutch.

“Besides, I have to protect this.” She whispered coyly into his ear, giving his cock an affectionate squeeze for added punctuation.

Fred nearly lost control of the vehicle.

“Holy fuck, Deb. Okay, you win!” Fred’s member hardened as he admitted defeat, swallowing nervously.

He recalled Deb and Benji’s one date. It was last December during the Winter Festival Dance. Benji had a little too much to drink and came onto Deb aggressively. He pushed her against the wall and loudly bragged to everyone that he was going to fuck her. Her face was a face a mask of cold fury. “Take your best shot.” She hollered. Benji advanced with a playful arrogance and reached out to grab her. What exactly happened next people disagreed about, but Fred saw the whole thing.

In one fluid movement Deb grabbed Benji’s hand in both of hers and twisted in a way that, judging by his scream, was not supposed to go. As he crumpled to one knee, Fred would always wonder what was going through his mind. Deb seemed to hold him that way long enough for his predicament to sink in. A teammate of Benji’s made like he was going to advance on Deb, but one look from her caused him to stop in his tracks. “Stick your fucking chin up.” She had to order him to do it twice before he complied. “Fucking higher!” Then she lashed out with a kick that dislocated his jaw and sent him to the floor.

As far as Fred knew, that had been Deb’s last date. The negative consequence that came of the incident seemed to be that she was unofficially kicked out of her sorority house, Sigma Iota Alpha. Fred would have to ask for details about that someday.

Fred gave Benji amended orders, then made him repeat said orders three times before sending his newest bodyguard into a deeper sleep so he could talk to Deb.

“Well.” Deb began, once Fred finished with Benji. “So that happened. I guess you don’t have to surround yourself with an army of women after all. Looks like guys can help you out, too. Good to know.” She pressed herself up against Fred while he drove. He took his right hand off the wheel, taking her hand. She brought it up to her lips and began lightly kissing his knuckles.

“I missed you, babe.” Deb’s tone was suggestive of carnal promise. Fred was a solid 10-4 for that, but they needed to talk first. Fred decided to head things off at the pass before things escalated.

“Missed you too, Deb. Not meaning to switch gears, I found out some interesting things today.”

Deb sighed. “We’re going to table your report, Freddy. I’d like to try something I’ve been thinking about since Sunday. However, I need assurances you’re not going to drive us into a ditch.” He was intrigued over where this line of conversation was headed.

“I, Fred Markinson, do solemnly promise both as a member of the UCF Cinematic Society and your boyfriend that I won’t, either now or anytime in the future, deliberately crash my pickup.”

Deb laughed.

“What did you want to…” Fred’s question was interrupted as Deb’s hands steadily worked to unbutton his best pair of stonewashed jeans. He shivered as he felt her breath in his ear.

“Take the scenic route, Freddy.” She bit his earlobe playfully.

Fred couldn’t believe what was about to happen. Holy fuck, she’d been thinking about it since Sunday! SHE had been fantasizing about HIM.

“Geez, Freddy.” Deb focused on freeing his penis from his jeans. She’d been a victim of her own success as the hardness of Fred’s wood increased the degree of difficulty. Fred moved his right arm out in an effort to give her as much room as possible. He gazed intently at the upcoming red light, willing it to remain through sheer force of will. Whether through dumb luck or by divine providence, Fred got his wish.

Once stopped, Fred threw the vehicle into park. Then, with the skill of a warrior monk, raised his hips, assisted Deb in unzipping his jeans, then shifted back into drive all in one deft move. Both amused and impressed, Deb shot him an arched eyebrow. The light turned green.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He blurted.

His lover beamed, a study of supreme confidence. She slid his jeans an appropriate distance down his legs before moving back to his erection, furiously trying to free itself from the loose confines of his briefs.

“I can’t either.” She added, voice dripping with desire. Fred made the mistake of glancing at her, but she was ready and moved his chin back to the road.

“Eyes on the road, babe. I got this.” As if to drive the point home, he felt her hands move his briefs to the side. It would have been child’s play to just maneuver him through the hole in the front of his underwear, but she clearly wasn’t experienced enough to realize that. Fred thought it was the most adorable thing in the world.

Her fingers were cool as he felt her caress down the length of his shaft all the way to his scrotum. She palmed his jimmies experimentally, like she was testing for heft. Where her fingers felt cool, her palm was warm and moist with sweat. He wished with all his heart that he had better peripheral vision.

Her hand was once again on the move, back up his shaft then on her way back down she palmed him, grip firm but yielding.

“Your cock is pulsing in my hand, Freddy. It feels incredible.” His cock lurched an acknowledgment.

“Oh.” She chuckled, her voice low, husky. “I think you like it, too.”

Somehow Fred found his voice. “You feel amazing.”

Fred had his right arm draped over the top of the seat. Deb had melded herself against him; he could feel her left breast against him. His left hand began to sweat as it gripped the steering wheel.

“Deb.”

“Freddy?”

“Can I please touch you?”

That throaty chuckle again. “I thought you’d never ask, Freddy.”

He looped his arm around her then arced low, palming her right buttock.

“Freddy, how does this feel?” Her pace leisurely, she began pumping his shaft.

“Pretty fucking ah! Pretty fucking good, Deb.” Eyes on the road. Eyes on the road.

“Remember when I said I’d been thinking about this since Sunday?”

“I ah! I remember.” Focus on the road. FOCUS.

Her movement stopped, her palm at the base of his shaft went slack. Fred used the moment to gird himself to catch his breath. There was momentary confusion as Deb repositioned herself over Freddy’s lap. Her feet braced against Benji’s left knee. Fred’s hand settled in on the small of her back, her ass now high in the air; he intended to go under in search of treasure. Seeing the back of Deb’s head with his peripheral vision, he was impressed with the french braid; a lot of work had been put into that. Fred felt both her hair and breath on his cock.

“This is what I meant.” She spoke.

And with that, Fred felt Deb’s lips close around his cock.

“mmmmm,” Focus on the road. “shlorp.” Focus on the road. “shlurp.” Must focus on road. “chuff, chuff, chuff, mmmmm.” Breathe. Her tongue swirled over his glans. Shakespeare in the park.

Her mouth came off with a loud, erotic slurp.

“Fuck! Holy shit, Deb.”

“Freddy.”

He took a cleansing breath and thought of a handful of six-sided dice. Handful! He remembered and slid his hand under Deb’s jeans and panties. She felt wonderful. The world was a wonderful place.

“Terminal.” He heard her, breathless below him.

“Fuck, Deb,” He moaned. “Cupcake.”

“Fuck, Freddy you schlorp smell chuff, chuff, chuff, mmmmmmm so fuckinnnn chuff, chuff, chuff schlurp schlarp gooommmmmmm…” Instead of her mouth suctioning around his diamond hard erection, Fred concentrated on the feel of her ass in his hand. Suddenly, her jeans loosened. He didn’t need peripheral vision to know she must have unbuttoned them. Her ass gave an inviting wiggle. He could feel her saliva running down his shaft as she continued to suck. His hand snaked its way down through the crack of her ass, over and around her anus, not coming to rest until fingers found purchase inside Deb’s juicy cunt.

He began fingering her wet crease as she moaned appreciatively around his turgid member. Deb released his cock with another wet slurp, her hips undulating in little love circles as her lover inserted a second finger.

Eyes on the road, Fred.

“Freddy? Ohhh, F-freddy!”

“Deb!”

“Y-you ca-an commmme in m-my mm-outh.”

She did not need to tell him twice. “Almost there!”

Deb french kissed his glans before taking him wetly back into her mouth. Her braid bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down. As Fred’s orgasm approached like a runaway freight train, he reluctantly pulled his hand away from Deb’s underside. He cleaned his fingers with his mouth as his balls began to tighten. His left hand white-knuckled the steering wheel, while his right hand found purchase in Deb’s hair.

Somehow, he found the presence of mind to avoid messing up the braid. His hand gripped her hair perhaps a bit too tight, but with his orgasm imminent he couldn’t tell if her moan was pain or pleasure.

“I’m coming!” Fred howled.

He exploded into Deb’s mouth.

“Mmmmm!” She moaned around his spasming cock as he coated Deb’s mouth.

“Mmmmmm.” From his peripheral Fred could tell Deb was pleasuring herself.

“Fuck!” He moaned, releasing again.

“Chuff, chuff, chuff” Splurt.

“Mmmmmm!” He could hear Deb breathing furiously through her nose.

“Oh my god, Deb.” Splurt.

“Schlurp, Schlorp, chuff.”

“Terminal Cupcake, Deb!” Fred gasped.

The pair stopped at a service station outside of town. They exchanged meaningful glances and gentle touches as they took turns cleaning up. Freddy filled up on gas and got them both a bottle of water and a package of breath mints. Soon they were back on the road, headed out to the Diamond.

“Alright Freddy, you have the floor.”

“I’d like to share,” he thought about it, “four discoveries with you.”

“The first one comes with an apology. Sunday night I implanted an impulse in you to get a tattoo of me. I totally forgot and for that, again I apologize profusely.”

Deb pinched him painfully in response. “I wondered about that!”

Thirty seconds later Fred rescinded the order and Deb felt much better.

“You know, I made an appointment and everything with Jillian, my tattoo artist. As punishment for your transgression,” Deb was clearly teasing and loving it,” I am adding an appointment for you. You will get a Deb tattoo.” Her mood was playful as she began texting Jillian. Fred wasn’t into tattoos on general principle. They looked nice on folks like Benji and Deb, but it wasn’t into it. However, he was into Deb and that was the thing.

“Sounds better than getting my mouth washed out with soap. So, the second discovery. You know how dogs can pick up the scent of things and track them? Well, I can do that with you. I picked up your scent a couple times today walking to class.”

“Freddy, not a great analogy. It’s almost as funny as how you abbreviate Scorekeepers Scent. It should be ‘SkSc.’ As for the scent thing, that sounds pretty badass. What else?”

“Discovery three is that my sense of smell has gotten to the point where I can smell…stuff I shouldn’t. For instance,” He glanced Benji’s way. “Before you ask, my nose is an alarm of sorts. It warns me when another alpha is around, or when someone poses possible danger.”

Deb nodded “That makes a certain kind of sense.”

“Discovery four is pretty wild. I can smell if someone is sick. For instance, our boy Benji over there has been sick with something for the last month at least. I’m guessing it’s an STD.”

“Holy shit.” Deb whistled. “You can smell disease? That’s a thing.”

Fred chuckled. “It is indeed a thing.”

Deb eyed the unconscious Benji, nodding to herself. “Could be the gout.”

“I’d like to bounce something off you, Deb.”

She laughed. “Bounce away, babe.”

They both laughed. Fred continued.

“We’re on a strange journey that’s going to change us.”

Fred could feel Deb grinning beside him. He enjoyed the experience of her, holding hands, her hand on his leg, tracing circles on his thigh. He released his hand, putting his arm around her. She snuggled in.

“It already has changed me, Freddy. Not in a bad way, I think. I’ve done things I never thought I’d ever do. It’s like I have this moral line that I won’t cross. Well, I keep crossing it, and I love the way it makes me feel when I do.”

Fred was curious. “You mean like yesterday when you watched Oni giving me a pretty nice blowjob under the table…you were turned on, right?”

“I was indeed, Freddy. And you were too. Have you bounced what you wanted off me yet?” Fred sensed Deb was comfortable; there was no tension, she was in a good place.

“Were you attracted to Oni?”

Deb got contemplative. She really thought about it for a time before she answered.

“Afraid not. I love her as a friend, but I don’t swing that way. The thrill of getting caught, coupled with how salacious the whole situation was really did it for me. The scandal of it pushed my buttons.”

Fred’s manhood twitched. He was full of questions.

“If you watched me with another woman would you be into it?”

“I think yesterday answers that question, Freddy. Depending on the situation. When you were getting—blown by Oni, I felt like I was part of it. She was enjoying it so much. How would you feel about me with another man?”

Fred nodded. “Deb, if it was something you were keen on doing, then I would watch you with another man while wearing a furry suit. I’m not sure if I’d want to join in, though. Would that turn you on?”

“You watching me as I had sex with someone else? Yeah, I think it would.”

“I was talking about the furry suit, Deb.”

She laughed. “You kook.”

Fred had to know. “When I asked for permission to cum in Oni’s mouth, you didn’t say no.”

“I didn’t say yes either.” She hedged.

“When I felt you orgasm into our hands, I thought that was the go-ahead.”

“It sort of was, wasn’t it?” Deb admitted.

“You know what would turn me on?”

“I’m listening.”

Fred wasn’t sure he should be saying this, but he wanted to be honest.

“Watching you with another woman. That would be pretty awesome.”

“You’d be into that?” She didn’t sound into it.

“Yeah. Definitely. Isn’t it funny that I’d be more into you with another woman than with another man?” Fred wondered aloud.

“It’s not that funny. Is that your thing, seeing me with another woman?”

Fred grinned sheepishly. “After your pep talk last night, I guess I see us as a team united against the ‘ScSc.’ The odds I’m going to be engaging in sexual relations with other women is high and I don’t want to hurt you. I want you with me.”

“That’s kind of you to say. Freddy, you may not know this about me, but in the realm of sex, I’m still pretty much a novice. I’ve messed around, done some stuff, but last night was my first.”

“First what?” Fred asked, not putting two and two together.

“First time making love, first time giving someone a real blowjob.”

“Well,” Fred answered, “In the realm of sex, last night was the first time that I felt like I didn’t completely embarrass myself. My first time was…not good. Oh, and you were—top shelf last night.”

Deb laughed. “Flatterer. You weren’t bad, either. We’ll have to work on your stamina, though.”

“Promise?” Fred asked.

“Promise.” Deb answered as Fred turned into the parking lot of the Brass Nugget Casino.

Situated 15 miles outside Cantella Forks, the Nugget had seen better days. Ownership had switched hands multiple times during the last two decades and the quality of both the casino and its patrons had gone downhill. The primary clientele was now the largely an unwelcome element. Drugs and prostitution both thrived.

Wednesdays weren’t that crowded; most folks were either on the casino floor engaged in either the slots, table games, or the buffet. Built into the side of the casino, the Diamond was a dive bar with an even worse reputation. Students that paid the casino and bar a visit came back with bruises and lost money and that was if you were lucky.

The parking lot was horribly paved; yellow lines had long since faded. Pickups and motorcycles were clearly the vehicle of choice with a periodic although there was a smattering of four door sedans. There was not a limousine to be seen. Fred slowly drove through the parking lot, looking to park further out nearer the highway. The plan was to hang around only long enough to convince Mia to meet in town about the softball team, if not get an agreement. Plan B was finding an opportunity to get her into Fred’s pickup, where his pheromones were at their strongest. With any luck, they’d be out before dark.

“Hey Deb, I wanted to say I appreciate you.”

She arched her eyebrow. “How so?”

He caressed her cheek with his other hand, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her on the lips. Her breath was hot on his face.

“You’re putting more trust in me than I feel I deserve. So, I appreciate the high bar you set regarding those expectations. Far as I see it, those are expectations worth trying to live up to. I won’t be perfect, but I hope to make you…” Fred spoke from the heart. He could tell it was having the desired effect. Deb’s eyes glistened with emotion.

“Thank you, Freddy. That’s one of the nicest things anyone has said to me.”

“Now if it’s all the same to you, I would very much like to return the favor, if you catch my drift.”

“That might be a tall order considering sleeping beauty over there.” After the great reaction to the second blowjob she’d ever given, she had anticipated this conversation after they got back to her room. It was a pleasant surprise. Fred was making it very easy to find things to like about him. She began feeling maybe she had misjudged him over the last year. He treated her better than any other guy ever had.

“Yeah, it’s too bad we couldn’t just order him to stand guard outside the truck while we had some fun.” Fred put some extra sarcasm on for emphasis.

Thirty seconds later, Benji was outside standing guard.

Inside the cab, Deb was on her hands and knees across the front seat, this time facing the opposite direction from earlier. Fred was still in the driver’s seat but turned towards Deb’s backside, less than a foot away from that magnificent ass. Her jeans had been pulled down to just below her calves, and Fred couldn’t help but squeeze one of her thighs. Her panties clung invitingly to her ass, which had broken out into goosepimples in anticipation over what was to come.

“Fuck Deb, you are perfect.” His voice came out as a whisper, choked with desire. To make it even more erotic, she arched her back, tossing her hair as she looked back over her shoulder. The back of her hand was pressed against her mouth, pinky extended around her full lips. She was already breathing rapidly. “Terminal.” She spoke.

“Cupcake.” Freddy responded. Her eyelids fluttered as her tongue darted out around her pinky. He moved her panties down, exposing her gorgeous assflesh and pink furrow with just the barest tuft of pubic hair. He marveled at the sight.

“Tell me how this feels, Deb.” He licked own lips and with both hands spread her out, face coming to rest between her legs. A sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh rewarded him as his tongue slipped into her buttery crease. He worked as far into her vaginal wall as he could, then slathered back out. Her bottom trembled as he French kissed her labia.

“Nnnng, lick it, Freddy, Ohfuckthatssogoood!” Her back arched erotically, beautiful face contorted in sexual bliss as Fred’s tongue began to find his rhythm in and around her pussy.

“Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh Huh!” Deb repeated, hips oscillating in small circular motions. Fred’s hand traveled to her incredibly toned belly. He thrilled as he felt her abs contract as her hips rolled over his mouth. He found her clit with his tongue and flicked it over, around, and into the engorged pebble at varying speeds and pressure. He felt both Deb’s legs start to spasm so he ventured from her abs to palm one of her heaving breasts. Gooseflesh formed on both the small of her back and her flexing ass. He took his face off her womanhood roughly, smacking her ass playfully with his free hand. Deb opened her eyes from a hard squeeze to half lids, a line of saliva spider-webbed from the bottom of her lip to the upholstery.

This was where Fred wanted to be.

For Deb, sandalwood assailed her nostrils, and a taste of butterscotch was on her tongue. She was lost somewhere in time and space, not knowing where Fred’s tongue ended, and her vagina began. All she knew for sure was the train was about to come into the station. Her insides twitched and the line of spittle broke as she dropped to an elbow, her hand currently around her slobbering mouth now moving between her legs to assist her boyfriend. For a novice, he had proven a quick study. He’d proven to be quite the catch, period. Before Sunday she would never have conceived of this moment, but as she heard him slurping up her juices, she couldn’t bear to be without him.

Fred moaned into her sex, and she nearly choked with desire from the vibrations. Her lover’s tongue scooped her into his enthusiastic mouth. She cried his name as she gyrated her hips in accompaniment to the orchestral maneuver he played not just with tongue and mouth, but with lips, chin, nose, jaw. She felt everything.

“Nnng, lick it, Freddy Oh fuckthatssogoooood!” Her breasts ached as they strained against her bra. She bit her lower lips as love convulsions careened through her.

“Oh God, freddy it’s the best, I can’t…”

The first wave of an orgasm interrupted what she was trying to say. Her backside emphasized that fact as it rocked into Fred’s face. Deb surfed the next two subsequent waves like a champion waverider. Her boyfriend was merciless in his assault on her womanhood.

“Tha’sfuckingincrediblefreddy,” Deb’s luscious frame quavered. She extricate her own fingers from her quivering mound, bringing their moisture to her own lips as she sucked noisily on them.

“Oh god, Freddy.” She cooed. She felt Fred move her and she assisted as he turned her around, pulling her up to face him. He was a handsome mess, and Deb wasted no time in devouring both his lips and tongue into her mouth, reveling in the concoction of both sweat and cum.

“Freddy, that was sooo awesome.” She moaned between wet kisses.

“Deb, I think I sprained my tongue.”

She laughed. “Plus, Benji is still outside. Give me a couple minutes to get ready and we’ll go in.”

“Hey, Deb. We make a good team, don’t we.” Fred said as he opened the door.

“That we do.” Deb agreed.

Over the speakers someone crooned about a sad old heart. Fred didn’t mind the music all that much. He preferred classic rock but heard great music from other genres and kept himself open. Subdued resignation was the mood inside the Diamond. It could have been either the smoke-filled haze or dim lighting, but Fred guessed the average age of the twenty or so patrons to be north of fifty. Off to the back and left there was an open chamber that led to the casino proper. Off to the back right a hallway went back into the restrooms, judging by the smell. A tired, burly old man who resembled a biker version of Santa Claus let Deb through with a wave, but accosted Benji for his ID, which the well-rested jock was only too happy to give. Once satisfied, it was Freddy’s turn.

“I’m not drinking sir.” Fred explained. Santa most definitely did not smell festive. In fact, it smelled like Santa had a tumor in his left lung. He eyed the ID, then leveled an intimidating stare Fred’s way.

“Damn right you ain’t, son. I see you drinkin alcohol, you’re out.” With that he looked over his shoulder to the bartender and gave a motion that Fred assumed was “This one doesn’t drink.” He followed Biker Santa’s gaze toward the tall redhead. Deb waited patiently close by; her head was on a swivel. It wasn’t the old urine, excrement, cigarette smoke, or old vinyl smells that concerned Fred, it was the coppery scent of blood.

As the trio took stools at the bar, Deb made sure she was on the end with Fred in the middle and Benji on his right. A leathery man in a leisure suit moved his drink when Benji looked at him. Fred rolled a 20-dollar bill in his hand.

The bartender, a 6-foot-tall redhead, took Benji’s drink order. Her bloodshot eyes were strikingly green under her furrowed brow, making her appear uneasy. Freckles dotted her hardened features. She wore a day-old shiner and a split lip like a badge of office, unapologetically and with no makeup. Aside from that, her only facial accessory was a small silver nose-ring on her outer left nostril. Incredibly thick red hair was unkempt but pulled back, giving her an almost flippant, disheveled look. On her left shoulder she had a tattoo of a green bat wrapped in black barbed wire. She rocked a pair of red leather pants a black push up bra supported her massive 38D breasts, a blue tank top over that, and an apron completed the ensemble. A physically beautiful woman lay underneath the grime and ash. Fred guessed she hadn’t showered in a couple of days; despite this, she smelled of leather, hops, popcorn, and cigarette smoke.

He suddenly realized she was now watching him checking her out. Well, fuck.

“What can I get you, hon?” She drawled in a voice like gravel.

“I’ll have a glass of tonic water no ice, please and thank you.”

She turned around to reach over and grab a glass and Fred did not want to check out her ass so he looked over at Deb, who he noticed was also looking at the bartender. Deb looked at him and mouthed the word “Mia.” The redhead spritzed tonic water into a glass and brought it over, leaning in while she did so.

“Hey sport, don’t be pissed about Ira. We don’t get a lot of college students in here.”

Fred shook it off, offering the twenty to her.

“For the three of us.”

Redhead shook her head. “Only two.”

Fred inclined his head, curious.

“How so?”

“It’s on the house. Casino rule.” She motioned to Deb.

Red moved down to get Deb’s order. Fred was curious why Deb drank for free.

“What do you want to drink, toots?” Red checked out Deb. Fred thought the bartender saw something she didn’t quite like in Deb.

Deb looked at her. “Pomegranate Margarita. That seems like a weird rule if you don’t mind me saying…”

“I don’t mind at all. It’s the rules Mr. Terry makes. We follow them.” There was a finality to the tone Fred felt uneasy with. Something in the way she moved made Fred suspect Mr. Terry was in some way the cause of both her shiner and split lip. The Redhead changed out Fred’s twenty and began making Deb’s drink.

“Bartender. Sorry, instead of a margarita I’ll just have a water.” Deb did not want to owe Mr. Terry and Fred couldn’t blame her. Switching gears, the redhead brought Deb’s water.

“You guys here for the buffet or the casino?” She asked.

“Neither one.” Deb answered.

Fred took the lead. “Your name is…”

“Leah.” Huh. Mia’s middle name was Leah.

“Butter and salt, or just salt?” Before she could answer, he continued. “On your popcorn.”

The question took her off-guard, even managed to get her a surprised little grin.

“Butter and salt, how else are you supposed to eat it?”

“Favorite movie?”

“Training Day. Incredible movie.”

“Pleased to meet you, Leah. I’m Fred.”

“Fred. Nice to meet you, too.” Leah was checking him out.

As Fred chatted up Leah/Mia, Deb found herself struggling with intense pangs of jealousy that seemed to shoot out from nowhere. Fred was manifesting confidence and had the redhead’s interest even before his delicious fragrance took hold. Deb liked his newfound confidence; it was extremely sexy. She saw Mia as a threat to their relationship. In that moment she no longer wanted Mia on Ponytail Express or anywhere near Fred.

What the hell? Deb took a cleansing breath. No, she was not jealous of Mia, she had nothing to worry about. Fred’s upper lips still had some of her pussy on it. Then why was she feeling this way? Was it Fred’s scent? She couldn’t smell it but maybe it was working on her. No, if it was working on her she’d be humping his leg and inviting Mia to join them in outside for one of those elicit three-ways Fred obviously wanted her to have with him.

Once she had a better hold on herself, Deb remembered when she was sixteen, she had asked for Mia’s autograph, and she’d given it. She had no clue what Mia had gone through in the last three years, but she wanted to help her out. The Ponytail Express could be a way for Mia to start her life over.

It was with a mixture of trepidation and resignation when Mia began to blush noticeably. The ScSc was taking effect.