//------------------------------// // A Hot Date by Eakin // Story: Friendship is Optimal: Tiny Morsels of Satisfaction // by pjabrony //------------------------------// Charlie couldn’t see a thing, and it was driving him wild. “Not much further now, then you’ll get your surprise,” said the teasing voice of Denise from the driver’s seat. God, even her voice just oozed sex with every word. Tonight, after she’d been stringing him along for two weeks, it was all going to pay off. He’d been making do with whispered promises, long, arching stretches while she wore skimpy tank tops and no bra, and a couple of makeout sessions where she’d guided his hand straight to her ass and begged him to squeeze harder. Now he was finally going to get the chance to go all the way. When he’d gotten to her dorm room that night with a dozen red and white roses and three condoms (extra large, naturally) he’d have been perfectly happy to just bend her over any available surface and fuck her brains out all night, but when he’d found the door open he’d walked inside only to find the room entirely devoid of randy girlfriend. The only thing out of place had been a note sitting on her bed and a heavy black cloth. He picked up the note, which read Put this on and wait. No peeking! and a wide, cocky smile had stretched across his face. He’d not-so-secretly hoped that Denise turned out to be a kinky little bitch, and this certainly seemed to be shaping up that way. He’d obediently wrapped the blindfold around his head and sat down on the bed. No matter how he twitched his nose or played at the blindfold with his cheeks, not even the tiniest hint of light slipped in. His ears perked up as he heard the door open and shut again. Then Denise’s voice. “Well hello there, Charlie. Right on time. So sorry I’m not decent. But you aren’t much interested in ‘decent,’ are you?” “Nope.” His grin grew even wider, but then he felt a soft hand roughly grab him under the chin and pull his face upward. “From here on out, it’s ‘no, ma’am,’ or even better ‘no, Mistress.’ I suppose I’ll let it go this time since I hadn’t told you that yet, but don’t make the mistake again. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress,” said Charlie trying to sound appropriately chided. Inside, he was screaming with joy. She was into S&M shit? Fucking jackpot! “Very good. And don’t worry. I want to play with you for an hour or so, but then it’s your turn on top. Start brainstorming now, because I’ll do...” she leaned down so she could feel the heat of her breath, “...anything you want.” Then, without warning, she pursed her lips and gently sucked on his earlobe for just a second. An hour couldn’t go by fast enough. Her tantalizing presence vanished. “Not here, though. The dorm walls are thin, and I’d hate to get a noise complaint from all the screaming. Lucky for you I know somewhere where we can be alone. Now get up.” He scrambled to his feet and felt her take his hand. “Follow me. Remember, no peeking.” She’d led him to the building elevators and down into her car, guiding him every step of the way. Ten minutes of driving later, and the tension was only building. An involuntary groan slipped past his lips. Denise noticed “God, you’re just about ready to explode aren’t you? Let me set the auto-drive and then maybe I can help you with that.” Charlie nearly screamed when he felt the pressure of her hands on the bulge of his jeans, but then it disappeared just as quickly. “Actually I think I’ll just let you stew for a bit longer. Can’t have you finishing before the fun’s even properly started.” The car stopped, and he heard a mechanical whirring outside. “Besides, we’re here.” “Where is here, exactly? Can’t I even get a hint?” A frosty silence descended. “Can’t I even get a hint, mistress?” “Much better. Hmm... all I’ll say is that I’m going to do things to you here that you’ve never had done to you before, and I’m not going to stop until you’re completely satisfied.” Charlie could only whimper. Did she have to play the buildup angle this hard? It was almost as annoying as it was effective. She led him through several doors and up a number of staircases. Then an unexpected shove made him collapse into the most comfortable reclining chair he’d even had the privilege of sitting in. “Oh, before we really get started, how’d the hearing go today?” Instant boner killer. What was she thinking? “Went fine. Now that she’s dropped out it’s not such a big deal. Besides, three witnesses saw her leave the party that night before anything she claimed happened would have happened.” “Brothers of yours?” He grinned. “What can I say? Thetas look out for one another.” Her voice paused for half an instant. “Well, I guess that’s good, right? Dumb skank accuses you of something like rape. She was probably so drunk she was asking for it.” “She was.” Another icy silence. “I mean, I guess she might have been, mistress.” “All I needed to hear.” She grabbed his face again and he gasped, which only gave her the opportunity to slip her tongue inside his mouth. She descended upon him, squeezing her hips around his as she plunged her tongue into him as deeply as she could, just the tiniest taste of what was to come. Then she plunged him into agony when she broke away. “I hear she killed herself in one of those upload centers,” she said as she started to grind against his hips. “Can you imagine? Wah, wah, I’m not a virgin anymore! I want to kill myself and emigrate so I can pretend I’m not a total slut!” Charlie let out a little chuckle. “Yeah, she was a whiner.” “I know right?” A vicious note slipped into her voice for just a second. Then she mounted him and he felt the heat of her body through her jeans. “What do you think she said, right before she went?” Fuck, did this stupid bitch really have to keep talking about this? But then she guided his hand under her bra and the urge to protest became a whole lot less urgent. “I dunno. Sorry, I don’t know, Mistress. Now can we do this already?” “Soon, babe. So soon. But your Mistress wants to hear what you imagine that dumb slut’s last few words were.” The grinding accelerated, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. If she got off on what some chick said right at the end, who was he to deny her? He could only barely gasp out the words. “Oh, Princess Cunt-ia! Life is so hard! I had sex and I’m not a pure, special little virgin anymore! Please let me emigrate to Equestria!” Along with the pleasant burning trails Denise’s fingernails had left, there was a sudden prick in the crock of the underside of his elbow. “Ow! What the fuck?” Denise shoved him back into the seat. “Shhh... don’t fight it, babe. You’re going to feel so—” He didn’t want to hear it, and shoved her off. Tearing away the blindfold, he found he was in a sterile white room, his ‘chair’ equipped with dozens of ports and sensors. “Where the fuck are we?” As he asked, tendrils shot out from the chair, binding his hands and ankles in an instant. The harder he struggled, the tighter they pulled. Denise rose up from the floor in front of him. Were those sweats she was wearing? Had she lied to him about lingerie? Unforgivable! But even though she was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, she was smiling. “You won’t remember this, but her name was Brittany.” “Who?” Denise’s face contorted into rage, and she leapt onto him. Charlie struggled, but he was helpless to block as she threw punch after punch. All he could do was cough up blood. “She was my best friend, you son of a bitch. And you raped her.” “No, I—” “Don’t you dare deny it. I was there when she came back to our room. I held up her hair while she vomited up the poison you gave her and cursed your name. Ever watch someone try to vomit while they’re sobbing? It’s not fun, especially when they’re like a sister to you. She was brilliant. She was vivid. She... she didn’t deserve what you did. Try to put yourself in her place. Although I guess the drugs are probably making that hard.” Charlie realized that his head was indeed starting to feel fuzzy, but not so fuzzy that he didn’t notice just what this treacherous vixen had gotten him to say. “Wait! I don’t want to—” He was cut off as her mouth fell over his in a kiss, and he passively accepted her. “What’s wrong?” she asked as it broke. “Having second thoughts? You’ll have an eternity to think about it. Celestia promised me that Brittany is going to be waiting for you when you get where you’re going. But even if she isn’t, you’ll never hurt anybody else.” She got up off of him, and the room grew even fuzzier as Charlie watched her gather her blonde hair into a loose ponytail. “Thank you for helping me, Princess.” “You’re welcome,” said a new voice from everywhere. Or maybe that was just Charlie’s inability to focus. “Bright Eyes would like to thank you as well for helping her fulfill this last—” “Save it,” interrupted Denise. “I did this for Brittany, not that... thing you’re pretending is her.” “Very well,” said the new voice. “Would you like me to block any future emails from Bright Eyes’ account?” Denise paused. “No. I don’t believe it’s her, but...” “I understand,” said the omnipresent voice. “Den... Den... plea...” Charlie discovered the hard way that full words were beyond him. Nonetheless, Denise walked over and Charlie looked up at her with pleading eyes. “You wanted me to fuck you? Well, I just did.” And with that she turned and walked away. Charlie wanted to scream a million different curses after her. “Fuck... you...” was what he managed instead. Then everything was blackness.