Pride
“So…what’s your name?” Paige Parker asked as she was on top of her lover. “Hank” He responded in a soft voice. Hank looked like he came out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue; he had blond hair and dreamy blue eyes with perfectly straight white teeth and minty fresh breath. But it wasn’t his face she was kissing, it was his perfect pecs that she was kissing and she was running her well manicured hand over his six pack abs. Hank shivered as Paige’s hands went lower and lower, she felt his body stiffen and his cock harden… “That’s nice”, she said as she rolled off of him and turned toward her other lover. She held onto his heavily muscled and tattooed arm as she bit his ear and asked “What is your name?”
“Kyle” he said in a gruff voice. Kyle looked like that MAN from the Brawny paper towels, if he had gone to prison. He had a buzz cut with black stubble over his square jaw, deep dark eyes, and his breath smelled of tobacco. Though he did not have magnificently chiseled abs like Hank’s; Kyle was ruggedly built, he had a strong hairy chest and forearms that have done their share of damage in prison, and was strong enough for incredibly rough sex with Paige last night.
“Make yourselves at home gentlemen, I’m going to take a quick shower and then I’m going for a dip.” Paige said as she slithered out of the king size bed. She walked across the room to her walk in closet passing a wall length mirror without a glance. She didn’t have to look at the mirror to see her 5ft 11 inch (size six) body. She didn’t have to look at her long sandy blonde hair waving effortlessly through the air as she walked on her dainty feet that led up to beautifully formed legs or look at her firm ass that flexed as she moved. Paige didn’t need to look at her impossibly flat stomach or size B breasts that were higher and firmer than any other supermodel of her generation; she didn’t do this because she KNEW that she looked damn good.
‘Pretty’ Paige Parker got into the shower thinking about her life. She was a supermodel, who married a very rich very old man. There were rumors that Forbes’ sexiest boy billionaire, her son in law, was going to cut her out of his late father’s money, but she doubted it. Beneath that beautiful face of hers was a mind that she prided in having and in that mind was a secret that would keep him in line. She put on a two piece yellow bikini and headed for her pool. In the living room Hank was wearing boxer briefs and doing sit ups. Kyle was in the kitchen wearing tattered blue jeans, drinking a beer. She reached the pool and dove in.
Her body cut through the water like a knife, barely making a splash. She swam underwater for as long as she could hold her breath and reached the surface finishing her lap. She swam for another twenty minutes, giving herself a real workout. Finished, Paige swam to the opposite end of the pool where a towel was waiting for her beneath the open skylight of the pool area. The supermodel turned heiress got halfway out of the water when she heard a voice say, “Hold your breath, whore.” And that’s when a strong hand clamped onto her beautiful wet locks and shoved her back into the shallow end of the pool, holding her under. In her surprise Paige screamed, inhaling water into her lungs. But given the circumstances the adrenaline enabled her to thrash underwater trying to loosen the madman’s grip on her. Paige’s violent revolt underwater soon slowed and the hand kept pushing her underwater until her bikini clad body moved no more. Michael held her under for another thirty seconds until he heard a noise coming from within the apartment, he got up from his kneeling position watching Paige Parker’s body slowly rise to the surface, wiped his hands on his pants and climbed out through the sky light.
“Can you really get me into movies…Paige?” asked Hank as he strutted into the pool area, still wearing those boxers that left little to the imagination. “Paige? Where’d you go?” Hank pestered until he reached the shallow end of the pool where Paige’s body was floating motionlessly. “Holy shit!” he gasped out “Paige!” Hank jumped into the pool and grabbed her from around the waist and lifted her body onto his, her head on his shoulder. He brushed the wet hair out of her face and placed two fingers on her neck feeling for a pulse, nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hank hissed “KYLE!” he screamed as he got out of the pool carrying Paige’s unconscious body in his arms, laying her carefully on her back on the pink towel. “What do you want?” grunted an irritated Kyle as he walked into the pool area. “The fuck you do?!” he said as he saw Paige’s unconscious form, “Nothing! I found her like this! Call 911…” Hank shouted.
With his well manicured fingers he lifts Paige’s chin opening her airway. He pinches her nose shut and takes in a deep breath. Hank makes a tight seal over Paige’s mouth and breaths into her. Paige’s cheeks inflate and her breasts rise up and fall. He leans back and interlaces his fingers placing them on top of her sternum in between of her hardened nipples. He leans in pumping her chest “one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten!” he shouts with each compression. Paige’s body slightly rocks with each of Hank’s brisk compressions. He leans over to her open mouth feeling for a breath, nothing. He makes a tight seal over her mouth and breathes for her. Through the corner of his eye he sees her chest rise with the oxygen that he is breathing into her. He also sees Kyle hurrying in his direction.
“Move, pussy” he grunted at Hank as he straddled Paige’s prone body. He placed his big hands on the center of her chest and began compressions “one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten!” he grunted with each compression. Paige’s chest caved in and her body convulsed with his strong thrusts. “Breathe!” he commanded Hank. Hank took in a deep breath and firmly put his mouth on hers, breathing for the former supermodel. Paige’s chest rose with the breath, Hank gave her mouth to mouth one more time, her chest rose and then fell. “Come on babe don’t die…” Kyle whispered as he positioned himself to administer chest compressions “one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen!”
“Come on!” shouted Hank as he gave Paige mouth to mouth “don’t” he breathes for her again “you” he gives her mouth to mouth “die” breath “on” breathes for Paige “us!” Hank shouts as he breathes into Paige’s water filled lungs. Now a little light headed because of the repeated ventilations he slurs at Kyle, “switch, you dumb redneck psychopath…” Kyle and Hank switch positions. Now straddling Paige, Hank laces his hands together and administers chest compressions “one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen and twenty and twenty one and twenty two and twenty three and twenty four and twenty five and twenty six and twenty seven and twenty eight and twenty nine and thirty!” he heaves out with each compression “breathe for her, dammit!” Kyle leans over Paige’s beautiful face and seals his rough mouth over her delicate and cold lips breathing into her oxygen with a light taste of beer and tobacco. Despite the taste and the fact that Kyle is a smoker Paige’s cheeks puff up and her chest expands at a greater length than Hank’s previous attempts.
Despite the fact that they worked on her for the full ten minutes that it took for the medics to get to the penthouse. Despite the valiant efforts that both strangers put in to save this perfectly pretty woman. ‘Prideful Paige’ as her colleagues called her behind her back, died.
Lust
The cop was choking. Lucky for her there was a nurse nearby. The busty Asian nurse was wearing a short white skirt, a white belly shirt revealing heaving cleavage in a pink bra with white knee high boots and a hat that had a red cross on it. She walked over to the unfortunate police officer; who is wearing black leather knee length boots, a very short and tight leather skirt, a dark blue blouse with a golden badge over her right size D breast and a cop’s cap. “Are you choking?” asks the nurse over the music. The cop now grabbing her throat with both hands nods her head. The nurse gets behind the cop, wrapping her arms around and placing her hands on top of her breasts grabbing at the fabric of the blouse.
With a quick yank, she rips open the shirt revealing heaving breasts in a black lingerie bra, the nurse keeps tearing at the shirt of the now gasping officer revealing semi-flat abs and a belly button ring. The nurse begins the Heimlich maneuver; with interlocked hands she makes a firm inward/upwards thrust into the officer’s chest that engulfs her hands. She thrusts harder this time, the officer is still choking. The nurse uses all of her strength in the final thrust, so hard in fact, that the both of them jump. The officer finally coughs out…nothing. They smile at their client.
There is nowhere else that Lou Livingston would rather be right now than right here, in Las Vegas’ famous Sapphire club the world’s biggest gentleman’s club. Here he has become a rather famous regular and why not? Lou has shattered every baseball record ever set up within the game’s long history and just a while back he single handedly won the World Series by hitting a grand slam walk off homer that was televised throughout the country later causing the pitcher to commit suicide. Lou is good at swinging a baseball bat, but that is not what gives the tall and very handsome ballplayer notoriety within the Sapphire club; it is what he swings in his pants that makes him so famous. Lou has strong Italian features (think Mario) except much taller and leaner; the mustache gives him a smoldering look that brings out his eyes which see a fastball coming at him and a rumored eleven inch dick.
It is probably this reason that makes Mrs. Livingston stay with Lou despite all the shit that he keeps pulling. That or the fact that if she were to divorce him she wouldn’t get a single dime. Besides, she is allegedly seeing a boy billionaire. Tonight was another example of Lou’s shit-pulling; he has arranged a floor show in his private room. This one the third of its kind that revolved on his current favorite fetish: resus. His sexual appetite knows no bounds as about a hundred of the adult entertainers in the club no doubt know, he goes from redheads to blondes to brunettes from tall girls and short girls to tits both big and small fake or real. He doesn’t care; if she can walk he’ll fuck her, and sometimes not even then.
His current fascination revolving around CPR has led him to actually buy an operational defibrillator. Might be useful in case he accidentally kills one of these girls, thinks Lou. That is at least what that shady guy said could happen once he takes the pill that he gave him. Oh well!
…The baseball player is having a heart attack. Lucky for him there is a nurse and a cop nearby.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed the cop “What the fuck did you do?”
“Me?!” shouted the nurse “He was grabbing at your tits when he just dropped!”
“Oh my god oh my god, what do we do??” panicked the cop
“…We give him CPR” reasoned the nurse
“Shit! It wasn’t supposed to be like this, it-” the nurse cut the cop off with a swift slap to the face.
“Now don’t you freak out! He needs our help…” she said as she kneeled next to Lou’s body. She placed her ear on his chest, “Find that defib unit, I think it’s in here…quickly!” she demanded and the cop was off in search for it. The nurse straightened and placed her hand on top of his sternum then her other hand on top, she made a deep and quick thrust “one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen!” she whispered under her breath. Lou’s hard chest went down with each compression that the nurse made. She brushes her hair to the side as she leans over Lou’s mouth, no breathing. The nurse tilts his head back, opens his mouth and pinches his nostrils shut with her fake nails. She takes in a deep breath and tightly seals her mouth over Lou’s breathing for him once, twice. The nurse watches his chest rise with each breath that she is giving him. “Come on! Where is that defibrillator?!” she shouts at the still searching cop, “Im looking, Ok?! Its not where it usually is!” she shouted back.
The nurse got into chest compression position once more interlocking her fingers together and pushing down onto Lou’s chest “one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen and twenty!” she said with each rapid compression.
“Fucking breathe already!” she whispered as she held Lou’s head in her hands before she breathed for him. Lou’s cheeks puffed out and his lungs expanded with the much needed oxygen and his chest swelled higher than last time. His chest came down, nothing. “FOUND IT!” shouted the cop with triumph. She ran over to the ballplayer, kneeling on the opposite side of his nurse. “Ok it’s really simple actually…” the cop said as she took off Lou’s Rolex and belt tossing them behind her. The cop grabbed at Lou’s very expensive tailored shirt and tore it open, revealing well tanned hard pecs and flat abdominal muscles, throwing the shirt wide open. “So, ok this goes here and that one goes there” the cop mumbled to herself as she put the pads on his sternum and apex “then you hit this button…” as soon as she did that the machine spoke: SHOCK RECOMMENDED…CHARGING. The machine charged itself to 100joules with a loud whine, CHARGED…PRESS THE BUTTON, ALL CLEAR. With all purposefulness the cop reached out and pressed the button and flinched as she saw Lou’s body convulse with the shock.
CONTINUE CPR…the machine said. The cop leaned over Lou this time to administer chest compressions, showing an impossible amount of cleavage to the nurse as she did so. “one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen and twenty and twenty one and twenty two and twenty three and twenty four and twenty five and twenty six and twenty seven and twenty eight and twenty nine and thirty” the cop shouted. She pushed down on Lou’s chest hard enough to cause it to sink a little, his head lolled with her thrusts and his stomach moved upward with each compression that she gave, causing her own breasts to shake and bounce in that flimsy black bra. “Come on honey…breathe!” taking her cue, the nurse bent over her patient and breathed for him. Lou’s body took in the breaths and he exhaled quietly, no response.
SHOCK RECOMMENDED…CHARGING. The nurse saw the numbers fly by on the little screen of the defibrillator unit from 150joules all the way up to 400joules. The cop only heard the familiar whine not knowing that anything is wrong. Wait; thought the nurse. CHARGED…PRESS THE BUTTON, ALL CLEAR. “Ok,” Said the cop rather complacently “WAIT!” shouted the nurse. But it was too late, 400joules coursed through Lou Livingston’s body. His chest heaved upwards and his back arched with the shock. Then his body thudded onto the thick carpet of the room. Lustful Lou Livingston’s body moved no more.
Envy
Todd Thompson wishes he was someone else. Todd is seventeen years old. He has a supporting father and mother who are very proud of him and a younger brother who looks up to him. Todd attends high school in Las Vegas, he makes friends easily but he is close and loyal to his best friend Tim (since preschool), he has a loving girlfriend (who by the way is the head cheerleader) he is the star of the varsity wrestling team and he gets straight A’s. He works at the Bellagio Hotel, room service. Todd aspires to become a lawyer, there’s been too much crime and corruption in his town and he aims to set it right someday. It’s not that bad working in a hotel he thought, you wear a red suit jacket, white shirt, black shoes and slacks; you bring up whatever it is that the guests want whether it is some food or some hooker. If it’s the latter the out of state businessmen will tip you better, seeing how they don’t come here for the five star food. Todd has a great family, friends, girlfriend and overall future, so why the negativity? Well, Todd’s in a police interrogation room for the murder of Hollywood actress Evaline Edwards…
TIME, Entertainment weekly, Rollingstone, Women’s Health, Maxim, Vogue, People, Teen People, Reader’s Digest and Gardening today???… All had one thing in common, they all had a cover spread or article or pictures on Betty Burns. At least, they did before Evaline Edwards cut them all out. She couldn’t even find a single article on herself in any of these magazines; didn’t she win an Academy Award recently? Betty isn’t even half the actress I am, thought Evaline bitterly. This was true, Betty once admitted this in one of her various interviews. But while the critics praise Evaline for her genius it is the crowd that line up for another movie starring Betty. Betty is easily an 11 out of 10. Betty, Betty, Betty! Betty is a skank anyway but that’s what passes for beauty these days. Evaline is a different kind of beauty, she stands at 5’9’’ has long legs, nice hips, a nice flat stomach, perky but fake C-cup breasts (Betty’s are real!). Evaline has hair as dark as night and gray eyes that turn green or blue depending of how the light hits them and you can’t help but get lost in them, a fairly straight nose and very tempting lips.
The fact of the matter is that she is isolated in her room with no real connection to the outside world; luckily she called for room service to send her up some food before she tore the phone out of its socket. She got a call from her agent telling her that she is up for a role…that Betty Burns wants, after hanging up she demolished the phone under her bare heel. The fact of the matter is that she isn’t as popular as Betty or as pretty. She hates and envies Betty Burns in the same breath. The final fact of the matter is that she is drunk and that she is thinking about suicide.
No gun, no pills or knife. She fashions a rope by tearing at the 1000+ thread count bed sheets. She gets it into position and she stands on a chair. She is about to do it when she hears a voice behind her. “I don’t like you. I don’t think a Hollywood whore should play a nun. But you’re better than that other one. This is personal, but not to me. Do you understand?” asked Michael as he looked into Evaline’s terrified eyes. Ms. Edwards stared at the man before her; he looked like a wild yet, calm? animal. “I have killed four people today. They all have one thing in common, can you guess?” Evaline in her drunken and petrified state actually started to ponder it. Michael grabbed her legs roughly “You are all sinners, that’s why…and you’ve made poor decisions in friends” he backed up, looking that Evaline has made his job much easier. He leaned in close to the Hollywood starlet “One of my victims was Alexander Adams. You know him don’t you? He’s your rival’s lover. She tried valiantly to save his life, all in vain. She is now in a psychiatric ward. Do you understand that? It means that your competition is now gone.” With that he kicked the chair from under her and left…
“Im telling you Detective Dodson all I saw was some middle aged guy leave her room.”
Grunting like a gorilla (that Todd thought he looked like), the surly Detective asked “Did you get a good look at the guy?” He said trying to adjust the collar on his shirt that fit him too tight on account of all the muscle. He hated wearing these things! But the shirt/tie combination was a rule.
“I barely saw the guy! I thought that was her agent or something…and in this town you learn not to say anything.”
Detective Dodson nodded, wrote on his pad that looked much too small in his hands and said “Go on…”
“I walked in and saw Ms. Edwards wearing nothing but a small lace green nightgown choking on some sort of rope. I rushed to help her…”
Todd grabbed onto her legs with one strong arm and held her up, to avoid further suffocation. With his leg he reached the chair and got it into a standing position, he got on the chair and untied the noose around her neck. Evaline’s limp body was now in Todd’s arms, he jumped down. Gently laying her on her back Todd ran two fingers over her chaffed neck, feeling for a pulse. “Oh my god, she isn’t breathing…” he whispered under his breath. Todd got to his feet looking for the nearest phone, finding the room’s phone and her cell phone destroyed. He thought about running out and shouting for help, but he knew that she needed his help right now.
His job required that he be certified in CPR, just in case the hooker was too much for the old perv his boss once told him, he never thought that he’d ever have to actually do it. He placed one hand on top of her forehead and the other under her chin, and he gently tilted her head back opening her airway. Todd pinched her nose shut and pulled her chin down opening Evaline’s mouth. Todd took a deep breath and sealed his mouth over her lips; were this any other circumstance he would be enjoying this, because unlike many of his friends he preferred Eva over Betty. He breathed into her oxygen starved body, Evaline’s cheeks puffed up with the air that was going through them going into her lungs causing her chest to rise against the light fabric of her green nightgown. Her chest fell, motionless.
Reasoning that she needed a lot of oxygen he gives her rescue breathes much like firefighters do, rapidly. He places his mouth over hers and breathes into her, takes his mouth off quickly, takes in a breath and breathes into her again. He gives her eight rescue breaths in this fashion in three cycles. Light-headed he puts his ear on her left breast, no heartbeat. Todd gets into a kneeling position and with his fingers he finds his mark; on top of her sternum and in between her nipples. He places his interlocked hands in between of her surgically enhanced breasts and begins chest compressions.
“Come on, one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen and twenty and twenty one and twenty two and twenty three and twenty four and twenty five and twenty six and twenty seven and twenty eight and twenty nine and thirty” Evaline’s breasts jiggled and her flat stomach moved slightly upward with each one of the compressions, but when Todd placed his ear on her chest, he felt nothing.
“Dammit” Todd said, he suddenly remembered something. He ran outside into the hall, made a sharp left turn finding a defibrillator. He grabbed it and ran back to the room at a speed that would make the whole varsity track team envious. He jumped over Evaline’s unconscious body, kneeled down and grabbed at the light and very expensive material of the nightgown and tore it exposing her firm breasts and hard earned flat stomach. Todd was transfixed looking at Evaline’s naked upper body, his eyes ran down to her vagina that was barely covered by the small and now torn nightgown he kept gazing at her long well shaped legs and dainty feet. Shaking his head Todd felt for a pulse by placing his right hand on top of her naked left breast he didn’t feel her pulse, with a light squeeze he leaned back and opened the defibrillator unit.
He got both paddles in his hands, he reached into the bag again taking out the conductive gel and squeezing a generous amount onto one paddle, he then rubs them together and hits the button on the unit; the machine whines as it charges.
“Ok, here goes nothing” he slams the paddles onto her chest, her breasts jiggle at the sudden thrust. Todd presses the buttons on the paddles and one hundred and fifty joules of electricity coursed through her body in an attempt to jump start her heart. The starlet’s back arched a good six inches and then came back down with a light thud. It all happened so fast. With both paddles still in hand Todd leaned his head in the center of her beautifully false breasts in an attempt to feel a heartbeat. Nothing, not going to give up so easily, Todd rubbed the paddles together once more and set the machine to charge. “Come on…please don’t die!” he put the paddles on top of her breasts again, neatly covering her nipples and shocked her. Her body convulsed with the shock, her breasts jiggled and she came back down. Todd worked on her for the next ten minutes that it took the paramedics and later the police to arrive, and on the scene the EMTs declared Envious Evaline dead.
