> An Ordinary Girl > by Totally Kyle > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > An Ordinary Date > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- To: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com From: BigBoss39@fastmail.com Date: September 3rd, 7:00 PM Subject: N/A Hello, Goddess. A friend of mine told me about your services, and I'm interested in setting up a date. --------------------------------------------------------- To: BigBoss39@fastmail.com From: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com Date: September 3rd, 7:50 PM Subject: N/A I'm booked for the rest of the month, but any date in October will work for me. --------------------------------------------------------- To: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com From: BigBoss39@fastmail.com Date: September 4th, 9:06 AM Subject: N/A Wow, you sure are popular, aren't you? I'm guessing that everything my friend told me about you was true, after all. I suppose that, since you're the only woman in the world with magical super powers, it's no surprise that other guys are lining up to spend a night with you. How does Friday, October 2nd sound? --------------------------------------------------------- To: BigBoss39@fastmail.com From: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com Date: September 4th, 11:33 AM Subect: N/A I'm actually not the only woman in the world with magical super powers. I'm just the only one who's up for sale. Either way, I will see you on the 2nd. Is there anything in particular that you want me to do to you? ;) --------------------------------------------------------- To: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com From: BigBoss39@fastmail.com Date: September 4th, 7:01 PM Subect: N/A Wait, really? There are others like you? Well, that's a damn shame that they aren't interested in joining your business. I'm sure that they could all score a ton of money and make a whole lot of guys very happy in the process. But, I won't tell your magical friends how to live their lives. Back to the topic at hand, though... Before we talk details, there is one more thing you should know: I live in Trottingham, which isn't necessarily a short drive away from where you live, I'm guessing. But, if you agree to meet me, I will pay for your round-trip plane ticket, give you a nice bed to sleep in for a night, and provide anything and everything else you might need to make sure you have a comfortable stay. Is that alright? --------------------------------------------------------- To: BigBoss39@fastmail.com From: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com Date: September 5th, 5:59 AM Subject: N/A I don't know. That seems like an awful lot of money for you and an awful lot of trouble for me. I'll keep your spot reserved for now, but I'll have to think about this for a bit. --------------------------------------------------------- To: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com From: BigBoss39@fastmail.com Date: September 5th, 9:03 AM Subject: N/A You're a woman of business. I understand. You don't want to go through this much trouble just to give me a free trial and potentially get nothing out of me in the long run. That's perfectly justifiable. So, to sweeten the deal for you, I will not only be skipping your free trial night, but I'll also give you $3,000 for the night if you change your mind. I know that that's more than your asking price, but I'm asking a lot of you, and you deserve proper compensation in return, should you accept my proposal. --------------------------------------------------------- To: BigBoss39@fastmail.com From: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com Date: September 5th, 1:00 PM Subject: N/A Alright, I'll do it. As long as I'm back home the next day, there should be no problems. But if you go back on your word and I end up getting stuck in Trottingham, I'll break you in half. --------------------------------------------------------- To: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com From: BigBoss39@fastmail.com Date: September 5th, 6:59 PM Subject: N/A You have my word. Now, let's talk about what I want to do to you. I don't just want a night of sex. I want to take you on a date. We'll have a nice dinner at my place. We'll talk for a while and get to know each other. Maybe we'll watch a movie later. And then finally, hours after we meet, you will make love to me. I've heard that you have lifted a bus as easily as a normal person would lift a cardboard box. I've heard that your thighs can turn coal into diamonds. And I've heard that nothing is more erotic than being able to feel just how powerful you are. And I want to know that feeling. I want to know what it's like to have sex with a Goddess. But, I don't want you to dominate me. I don't want you to own me. I just want it all to happen naturally. And I don't want you to hurt me. I want to feel your power, but I don't want to feel powerless in the process. I guess that what I really want is to be able to live out a fantasy... A fantasy where I have a kind, caring, superhuman girlfriend that just wants to make me happy, and I want to end the night with an almighty superwoman giving me a happy ending that nobody else can. Not as a whore, but as a lover. Do you understand? I probably made it sound like I have an unreasonably precise fantasy already in my head, but as long as you have a general idea of what I want, I'll be happy with you if you just do the best you can. What do you say? --------------------------------------------------------- To: BigBoss39@fastmail.com From: Goddess_For_Hire@fastmail.com Date: September 5th, 9:45 PM Subject: N/A I'm not going to lie. I'm really not the romantic type, and I'm not an actress. I've never been asked to do anything like this, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to pull this off as well as you want. But I'll do my best. And if you aren't happy, maybe I'll cut you a deal. Maybe, if I don't meet your expectations, you can just give me half of my pay. Or maybe you can just keep all of your money if you're really unsatisfied. I guess we can always cross that bridge when we get there. Or rather, if we get there. Because, whether you're satisfied in the end or not, I can promise you one thing: I will do the absolute best that I can. ---------- Seeing his mansion with her own eyes was the moment when Applejack finally realized that all of it was real. It didn't feel real when she got a digital plane ticket in her email. It didn't feel real when she turned in the ticket at the airport. It didn't feel real when the plane took off. It didn't feel real when she saw the passenger jet fly over the ocean. It didn't feel real when she landed. It didn't feel real when she touched her feet down on the soil of another continent. It didn't feel real when she found a professional chauffeur waiting for her with a stretch limousine. It didn't feel real when said chauffeur drove her further and further from the busy city. It all felt like none of it was really happening; like it was all a dream. But as an extravagant white mansion slowly came into few, everything started to truly sink in. This was where Applejack was going to spend the night, and she only now started to realize how incredibly far from home she was. The limo drove her down a long black driveway that ended in a roundabout with a small patch of lavenders sprinkled around inside of a planting bed in the center of the turnaround. On either side of the driveway was a neat row of five foot tall hedges that appeared to have been trimmed only yesterday. Beyond the hedges were two oceans of maple trees on each side. Even if Applejack could see over the hedges from her seat in the limo, she couldn't have seen where the forest ended. She vaguely remembered seeing other houses next door to the huge mansion, but they must have been half a mile away. Finally, at the end of the driveway was a four-story white house that was much smaller than what she would have expected to see on such a huge amount of land, but it was still large enough to easily house her entire extended family. The car finally came to a stop at the foot of a small set of steps leading up to pair of massive wooden doors, ivory in color and with a light grey iron handle on each one. "Thank you," Applejack muttered in a daze as she opened the door to the limo and climbed out. The task was slightly more difficult than it should have been, not only because of how low the car was to the ground, and also because of the fact that she was wearing a dress for the first time in years, and she was also wearing heels for the very first time in her entire life. She honestly would have loved to have worn a set of more casual clothes, but she had a feeling that she was about to entertain a very wealthy client and that she should have dressed accordingly. Turns out, she was absolutely right about him being wealthy, but she still couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable in her getup, not only due to how the outfit was actually physically uncomfortable, but also because she couldn't stop herself from imagining how Rarity would have reacted if she had seen her dressed like this. "Your bag, miss," the driver said, suddenly standing next to her with her luggage in hand. "Oh! Thanks," Applejack shook the cobwebs from her hand and took the bag. Then, she took a deep breath, climbed up the handful of stone steps, and rang the doorbell. The chauffeur climbed back into the car as she stood there for a moment as she waited. She still couldn't get over how strange all of this was. She was a humble little girl being invited into the home of a rich billionaire to go on a date that will most definitely end in sex. All that was missing was for the man to indulge in her domination fantasies, and then she would be living out a perfect role-reversal of that one series of books that Twilight told her to never, ever read. She was disrupted from her thoughts by the sound of the doors cracking open. A balding middle-aged man opened the door and bowed lightly. "You must be 'The Goddess,'" he greeted. "Do come in. I'll let Master Line know you've arrived." "Uh... thanks," she stared, feeling more than a little strange for being called "The Goddess" by a butler. She stepped through the doors and found herself in a spacious lobby with marble white floors and a set of carpeted stairs on each side of the room. "May I take your bags, ma'am?" the butler offered, holding out his hand. "Um... Yes, of course." "I shall take them straight to the master bedroom, then," he affirmed. "Please wait here. Master Line will be down shortly." "I'm already here," came the sound of another voice at the top of the stairs. "Ah, Master Line!" the butler said. "Your guest has arrived!" "Thank you, Platter," the man replied. He was a man with light blue skin, dark blue hair, and indigo eyes. He seemed to be in his mid forties, and he was of average height and average build, dressed in a pair of casual khakis and an off-white button down polo. "A pleasure to meet you, Goddess," the man greeted as he made his way down the stairs. He was pleased to see that she looked just as magnificent as he had heard. She was dressed in a casual black dress that molded itself against her body so tightly that not a single one of her curves were left to the imagination, and a matching set of low black heels on her feet completed the look. "Um... howdy," Applejack replied, still struggling to adjust to how completely and utterly foreign everything felt at the moment. Everything from the location to the introductions to the clothes she was trapped in felt really strange to her. "Nice to meet ya too, Master Line." "Only Silver Platter calls me "Master," the man chuckled. "My name is Bottom Line, but you can call me 'Line' for short. I don't suppose that I could get your real name, as well...?" Applejack said nothing. Bottom Line should have already known that she never gave her real name to her clients. Her patrons only called her "Goddess," and for many good reasons. First of all, the privacy and security of her entire family would be at risk if all of Applejack's clients knew her real name. But even putting that aside, insisting that her clients called her only by the title of "Goddess" was simply better for business. Not only did it create an extra layer of mystery around her, but "Goddess" felt like a title that was just sexy in any occasion. It fit perfectly as a kinky title for an all-powerful dominatrix, and it fit perfectly as a romantic title for a kind and caring being that was happy to use her unique gift to bless the ordinary humans of the world with intimate nights that nobody else can offer. But this situation was completely different. Bottom Line didn't want a brief sexual encounter with a mysterious superwoman. He wanted a date. He wanted to spend the day getting to know her in order to build up a more organic and romantic happy ending. He seemed like a trustworthy enough fellow, but could she really afford to give him her name? Applejack had been silent long enough for Bottom Line to draw his own conclusion. "Of course, I understand," he apologized. "It's against your rules, and you certainly don't need to make an exception for me. Why don't I give you the tour, Goddess?" Applejack's refusal to give Line her name somehow bothered her much more than it seemed to bother him. It was weird enough to hear the butler call her "Goddess," but it felt completely and utterly wrong for her host to casually call her by that name when he offered her to show her around the house. At this point, "Goddess" was a word that Applejack automatically associated with intense sex, not with casual conversation! And even though Line claimed that he didn't mind, she had a gut feeling that he actually did. Deep down inside, both of them knew that there was no way that they could even pretend to connect with each other if she refused to ever give him her name. "I guess we'll start with the living room," Line continued with his solid attempt to remain casual. "Follow me, Goddess." ... ... "...Applejack," she finally spoke. Bottom Line froze on the spot and looked over his shoulder. Neither of them spoke for a moment. Applejack was stunned into silence from the insanely risky move she had just made, while Line was stunned into silence upon hearing a piece of forbidden knowledge that none of the woman's other clients were ever allowed to know. "My name is Applejack," she repeated. Line was momentarily frozen by the turn of events. "Am... Am I the first one you've told this to...?" he asked quietly. "...Yes," Applejack answered. ... "Well," Line smiled warmly. "Your secret is safe with me, Applejack." Applejack smiled back. She always had a knack for gauging people's honesty, and she already knew that she could trust this guy. She could never explain how she knew, but she always just knew. "So!" Line continued. "How about that tour?" ---------- "Alright, so I have to ask," Applejack spoke up once she had swallowed her last bite of crab. "What do you do for a living?" Admittedly, it had been on her mind ever since Bottom Line had agreed to anonymously fly her halfway around the world and back. She had a feeling that this man was made of money even before she got to see his mansion in person. But after Line gave her a brief tour of his home that featured every luxury from Jacuzzis to tennis courts, after Line had ordered a pricey seafood lunch for the both of them and had it delivered to his home, and after he took her to eat their lunch on an outdoor balcony that overlooked the tennis courts, swimming pools, and a surplus of extra land dotted with maple trees because he probably couldn't think of anything else to do with all that property... ...After all of that, Applejack couldn't contain her question any longer. "I'm the president of JetBlack, the biggest distributor of ink in the world," came his practiced reply. "Oh," Applejack blinked. She wasn't sure what kind of answer she expected, but it definitely wasn't that. "Ink, huh...?" "Yes, ink," Line nodded. "Books, tickets, posters, video game box art, cereal boxes, every other form of commercial packaging and graphic design, home printers, office printers, and practically every other form of man-made text and imagery that isn't digital. Ink. It all has to come from somewhere." "Right, right..." Applejack blushed after Line had finished his little rant that he had obviously given to many, many other people before. He must have been used to people giving him the same dumbfounded reaction upon hearing his profession, so he always had to explain just how lucrative ink was to every person that couldn't wrap their heads around the concept, including herself, much to her embarrassment. "That makes sense actually," Applejack nodded, trying to salvage the situation. "So, how is the, uh... ink business...?" "Believe me," Line chuckled, which she took as a good sign. "I wake up every morning hoping that my job will be just as boring as it sounds. There are tons of jobs in production, sales, and everything else. But my two jobs are making company-altering choices that nobody else feels qualified to make, and dealing with once small problems that grew into huge catastrophies because everyone else on the chain of command doesn't know how to follow simple instructions." "Geeze," Applejack replied. "You sound like you're made of patience. I probably would have wrung someone's neck on my second day if I were in your shoes. But it sounds to me like ya need a vacation or three." "Oh, I'm on vacation right now," Line said. "I take all the vacation that I can get. It's the only thing that keeps me from going completely insane." "I bet," Applejack chuckled. "Well, think of if this way. If the job was easy, you wouldn't be getting the big money, ya know?" "True, true," Line nodded, taking another sip of wine. "So, what do you do for a living, Applejack?" The moment the question left his mouth, he suddenly looked very, very embarrassed. "Uh, never mind!" he panicked. "Do you have any hobbies, Applejack?" "I help my family run their farm. That's what I do for a living," Applejack answered coolly. She nearly laughed at the misunderstanding, but she figured that it wasn't a particularly big leap for Line to assume that prostitution was the only work that she did, especially with a rate of two thousand dollars a night. "A... a farm?" Line asked. He still seemed slightly confused, but was eager to jump on to the new conversation. "How is that treating you?" "It's treating me just fine. We're in some desperate need for remodeling, but it should be smooth sledding thanks to a few, uh, *ahem* 'odd jobs' I've been picking up recently." Applejack had been trying to avoid talking about her business as a hooker throughout her entire stay here, but not because she was uncomfortable talking about it (especially with someone who hired her). She simply figured that if she constantly reminded Bottom Line that she was a prostitute and that he was only paying her to be here, it probably would have been detrimental to his desired fantasy of having a normal date with a normal girl. "Well that's good," Line answered with an understanding nod. "You ever have too much work to do on the farm?" he asked, subtly steering the conversation away from the "odd jobs" she mentioned. "No, not really," Applejack answered. "I mean, there's always stuff to do, but I still have plenty of time to myself. My brother is usually around to watch the place when I'm gone, and even if he wasn't, my granny is always there. Heck, I'm convinced that she's probably gonna die on her feet while doing manual labor that she shouldn't be doing no more." Line laughed a little bit at that. "I assume that it's pointless to try and stop her," he guessed. "You'd be right," Applejack replied. "I love her with all my heart, but when she's got her mind set on something, you'd have an easier time convincing a brick wall to change its mind." "You said you have a brother?" Line asked. "Older or younger?" "Older," Applejack answered. "By almost two years." "So you're the youngest child, then?" "No, I'm the middle child. I have a little sister, too." Applejack didn't mind talking more about her family, as long as Line didn't ask for any of their names. Fortunately, he didn't. "You know," Line said, leaning back in his patio chair. "I sometimes wonder about how different my life would be if I wasn't an only child. I'm honestly not sure if I would have loved it or hated it." "Oh, you would have hated it some days," Applejack grinned, recalling all of the insane shenanigans her sister would get caught up in. "But, I'm definitely glad to have em'." Line only nodded in response. He wasn't entirely sure where to take the conversation from here. "That was really good food, by the way," Applejack chimed in. "I'm not normally one for seafood, but that hit the spot!" "I'm glad you like it," Line replied. "Now... do you want to keep sitting her in front of our empty plates, or would you fancy a movie?" ---------- "Okay, Daring Do is running through a town now," Line said, leaning slightly forward in his spot on the love seat. "Let's count how many merchant's stalls get destroyed." Applejack said nothing. She was secretly waiting for this exact moment for the past hour of the film. She watched Daring Do run right past Rarity and Sunset Shimmer, and then... "Really," Line continued. "By now, you'd think that..." ... He definitely noticed it. Without saying a single word, he picked up the remote, rewound the movie a few seconds, and paused it at the exact moment when Daring Do ran right past Applejack. He squinted a bit closer at the freeze frame just to make sure that he what he was seeing was real. His eyes widened in surprise, and he slowly fixed his bug-eyed gaze at Applejack, who was still doing her best to remain motionless. "Yeah..." Applejack muttered sheepishly. "That's me." "You gotta be kidding!" Line exclaimed. He was absolutely floored by what he was seeing on the screen of his home theater. "You were an extra in a 'Daring Do' movie??" "Yeah," Applejack blushed a little bit. "All of my friends are in this scene, actually. The director felt like he owed us a favor since we... uh... kinda sorta saved the whole entire movie from an attempted sabotage behind the scenes...?" Line just stared. And he stared. And he stared. Eventually, he just resumed the movie, shaking his head and laughing to himself in complete bewilderment. "You really are something else," Line sighed. "You sound like the kind of girl who had an entire lifetime of adventures before she even graduated high school." Applejack honestly couldn't find a response to that. ---------- "I thought about putting a huge garden in back here, you know," Line explained as the two of them walked through the miniature forest in the very back of his back yard. The sun had almost completely set, but there was still enough orange light for the two of them to see where they were going without any difficulty. "But I don't know..." he continued. "It just felt kinda... tacky to me. I guess I just wanted a little bit more nature in here, so we planted a bunch of maple trees, instead. Personally, I'm happy with them. They remind me of all of my hiking trips that I don't really get to go on anymore." "Hiking?" Applejack asked, surprised. "You?" "I know!" Line replied in a playfully mocking tone. "Shocking, right? Mister business man has another side that loves the outdoors? Who would have thought??" "Okay, okay," Applejack relented. "I guess that's what I get for judging a book by its cover." "Well, in your defense, my love for the outdoors never really shows, these days. Honestly, I'm hardly ever able to get out anymore." "I know what you mean," Applejack sighed. "I used to love going on camping trips with my friends, as well. I always felt like I was the one who enjoyed it the most, though. But, we all enjoyed each other's company. Say, that's an oak tree, right?" Applejack suddenly noticed one different type of bark among the sea of otherwise identical trunks. She looked up at the different set of leaves and started to wonder how she had never noticed it before. "Good eye," Line replied, impressed. "Why did you go and put a single odd tree right in the middle of your lot of maples?" "I dunno," Line shrugged. "I thought it seemed kinda cool." Applejack stared at him for a brief moment, waiting for him to give her the real reason. It took her a second to realize that actually was the real reason, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Yeah," Line agreed. "It doesn't really sound all that interesting when I say it like that." "It's fine," Applejack replied, wiping a tear from her eye. "I honestly just wasn't expecting that. I figured there had to be some kind of story for why you'd make such an... interesting design choice, there." "Nope," Line answered simply. "I just thought that it would look nice. It's... different, you know?" The more Applejack stared at the lone oak tree and the more she looked around at how it was the only one of its kind, the more she actually started to understand what he was talking about. "It actually does look kind of nice by itself, there," she eventually agreed. The two of them merely stood there for a moment and relaxed in the dimming light of the sunset. A faint cool breeze managed to work its way through the network of trees and tickle at their skin as they stood in the grass in relative silence. "Plus, that oak tree is probably going to outlive all of the maples by a hundred years or so," Applejack added. "So, you're an expert on trees, too?" Line asked with a bemused smile and a raised eyebrow. "In addition to being a farmgirl slash movie star slash magically enhanced warrior?" "I was just an extra," Applejack grinned back. "Don't go making my head outgrow my body like that." "Still," Line continued. "You're fully of surprises, Applejack. I have to say, you're definitely not what I expected." "Is that a good thing?" Applejack asked him with a playful little smile that practically melted his heart. "Yeah," Line answered. "It is." He wasn't sure what to do from there. The two of them locked eyes for a bit longer than normal. The day was almost over. And she looked so beautiful sitting there and staring into him with her deep green eyes. Before he even realized what he was doing, Line leaned forward and kissed her. He closed his eyes as his lips made contact with hers, and he was afraid to open them. He was afraid that Applejack would look surprised, or even disappointed that he was doing things too fast and ruining the perfect date. From the very start, Line wasn't entirely sure of how he was meant to begin the final part of the evening in a way that felt real and natural. This was the best idea that he had, and he felt like the moment was right. When he eventually pulled away from Applejack's face and opened his eyes, her expression was unreadable for a brief moment, but then a warm smile spread across her face. "My, you sure are forward, ain't you?" she asked playfully. And then, before Line could even formulate a response, she returned the kiss. The two of them locked lips for much longer this time. Line felt such an intense wave of happiness from her lips that he felt like he could fly. They began a delicate dance of touching their lips and pulling them apart, dipping their mouths into each other for a quick peck, then pulling away and diving back in for another taste. They wrapped their arms around each other in a shared embrace as the two of them slowly put more pressure and intensity into their movements. Applejack's tongue poked against Line's sealed lips, which he happily parted for allow it entrance into his mouth. He mirrored the gesture and explored her mouth with his tongue for as long as he possibly could while their mouths were still sealed together. Eventually, Applejack pulled away from him, but not because she wanted to stop. There was a look of intense longing in her eyes that told him that she wanted to do so much more. "Do you..." Line gasped out between panting breaths. He didn't even realize how much energy he put into that one kiss until he was pulled away from it. "Do you want to... keep going?" he asked, trying to act unsure of himself, as if there was a genuine risk that she would say no, and that this wasn't something that he had already paid her to do well in advance. "Well..." Applejack pretended to think for a moment. "I have to admit, it feels a mite odd to go all the way on the first date, but... yeah. I think I want to keep going. Do you?" "Yeah," he nodded. "I think it's time to show you the master bedroom. Unless you're really an outdoor person," he chuckled. Applejack laughed a little, too, but her laughter quickly died out as his words really started to sink in. His remark about being an "outdoor person" only felt like a half-joke. It sounded to her like he was making a legitimate offer for them to stay right where they were, and he was only laughing at the suggestion as a fail-safe in case she thought the idea was silly. But Applejack didn't find it silly. She couldn't help but pause for a brief moment, surprised once again by yet another new option that she never thought any of her customers would ever offer her. Applejack looked Bottom Line straight in the eyes and stepped out of her heels. "I am," she answered with utmost sincerity. "I really am an outdoor person. I don't know about you, though...?" A genuine smile formed on Bottom Line's face as he stepped out of his shoes, as well. "Yes," he said. "I really am an outdoor person, as well." Applejack flashed him a saucy smile and then took a brief moment to bend down and remove her leggings. Bottom Line took that moment to remove his own socks, as well. They both finished at the same time. Both of them, now barefoot, looked back up at each other's excited faces. "So..." Line smiled. "Right here?" "Right here," Applejack replied. Applejack moved first, sealing her mouth over his and feeding him the most aggressive and sloppy kisses so far that night. Line quickly responded, returning her kisses and casting out his tongue to explore her mouth once again as the two of them quickly began to make out in earnest. Line's hands reached around her back and started to gently rub his hands in circular motions between her shoulder blades, eliciting a contented sigh from Applejack as their tongues continued to dance around in each other's mouths. His left hand continued to knead her skin while his right hand began to unbutton her dress. Applejack felt the restrictive fabric slowly slip away from her body with each passing second. His lips never broke contact with her lips, and his hands never broke contact with the back of her dress. Each button he undid slowly revealed more and more of Applejack's chest to him. He slowly peeled away the garment to reveal more of her soft, smooth breasts and the deep, inviting cleavage in between them. For a brief moment, he thought that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. But eventually, a flawless white bra revealed itself to him. The undergarment only covered about half of the total volume of her breasts. In fact, it seemed as if it was specifically fitted to conceal her nipples without going a single millimeter higher. It was temptation incarnate. The brassiere somehow showed everything, but also hid everything at the same time, and it took all of Line's willpower to stop himself from tearing off the offending article right then and there. Still the fabric of her dress continued to loosen further and further, sliding steadily down her body until he finally opened the back of the dress all the way. The black cotton hung onto her chest for just one more brief moment before it suddenly succumbed to gravity and rapidly slid all the way down her body, falling to the ground around her legs. Without even realizing it, he broke away from the kiss, took a half-step backwards, and stared. The only clothing left on her body now was that flawless white bra and an equally flawless pair of pure white panties. The rest of her body was completely exposed, and ever inch of her creamy skin seemed to shine in the light of the setting sun. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. The shape of her chest was just as incredible as it appeared beneath her tightly-fit dress, but now that most of it was exposed, the smoothness and roundness of her bosom was driving him absolutely wild with desire. Beneath her chest was a waistline that was slim and smooth, until it hit a certain point where it suddenly began to curve outwards, rounding out into a pair of succulent hips that fit snugly inside of a pair of white, immodest underwear. Beyond the article of clothing, the rest of her skin was proudly on display, from her rich and inviting thighs all the way down to her bare feet. He was practically in a trance as Applejack touched her hands to his hips and slowly started to lift his shirt up. He raised his arms into the air, never taking his eyes off of her body for a moment. As more and more of his chest was being uncovered for her, he couldn't help but feeling a growing sense of inadequacy. His build was the very definition of "average," and in terms of pure, physical attractiveness, it was abundantly clear that the woman in front of him was so far out of his league that he couldn't even buy a woman like her if he had all the money in the world. Once his shirt was finally lifted above his head and off of his body, Applejack's hands moved down to his waist, undid the button on his pants, and then slowly opened the zipper of his khakis. Once the task was completed, she pulled both of her hands away from him and watched his pants drop to the ground around his ankles. Line couldn't help but blush in mild embarrassment. Once both of them were down to their underwear, it was abundantly clear that, in terms of sheer beauty, Applejack outclassed him on a completely immeasurable level. He almost felt as if his body wasn't even worthy of being anywhere near hers. "You know," Applejack spoke up, breaking the suffocating silence of the woods. "For a man that can't get out very often, y'all don't look half-bad." Bottom Line was completely dumbfounded by what he had just heard. He heard absolutely no hint of insincerity in her voice, nor did he get any indication that she was trying to be sympathetic. He looked into her face, saw her half-lidded eyes and seductive smile, and knew that she was telling him how she really felt. Somehow, she actually wanted him. "No..." Bottom Line muttered dumbly. "How badly could you possibly want someone like me?" "Why don't ya come here and find out?" she challenged him with an inviting look on her face. Line needed no second invitation. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her smooth back and pulled her in close as he moved in for another round of kissing, and both of them soon returned to their previous rhythms as if they had never even stopped to disrobe themselves. Line leaned forwards and began the delicate task of laying the woman gently on the ground. Their mouths separated for a brief moment as he lowered her down to the ground and straddled himself on top of her prone form. He burrowed his hands underneath her back and undid the lace of her bra. Then, with wide eyes that wouldn't look out-of-place on a child unwrapping his Christmas gift, Line put his hands on her chest and peeled her top off. They were magnificent. Her exposed breasts were smooth, round, firm, and so incredibly tempting that Line couldn't help but just stare at them for a brief moment. But, only for a brief moment. His hands launched themselves onto her tits as if they had had minds of their own. His fingers sank deep into the plush mounds on her chest, eliciting a string of moans from Applejack that were quickly silenced when Line smothered her mouth with his once again. Applejack's hands grasped onto his waist and held firmly onto his butt as Line lost all sense of control. Line just kept on kissing her beautiful face and playing with her beautiful breasts. He felt like he spent over five minutes doing nothing but kissing her and groping her. He honestly wasn't sure how long it went on for. All he knew was that he never, ever wanted to stop. He really felt like he could have played with her tits all day and never gotten tired of it. Line wasn't even sure how long they had stayed like that. He was only faintly aware of one of Applejack's hands reaching into his underwear, but he suddenly became very aware of her hand once she started to gently stroke his penis with her fingers. Line suddenly became aware of how hard he was, how uncomfortably tightly his boxers were constricting his fully erect penis, and how badly he wanted to do something about all of it. Like waking up from a dream, the simple act of Applejack's fingers stroking his groin had suddenly made him realize that there were other things he could be doing to her that would be even better than kissing and fondling her. His mouth let go of her mouth and his hands let go of her tits as he sat up straight, preparing to stand up and remove his last article of clothing. "Allow me," Applejack suddenly spoke up before he could get to his feet. She sat up straight as well, then she placed a single hand on Line's bare chest and gently pushed him down flat on the ground. In only a few seconds, Applejack had switched their positions and placed herself on top of him. She scooted herself all the way down his body until she was practically straddling herself over his ankles. From that position, she leaned forwards. Her naked breasts were overtaken by gravity and dangled hypnotically above him as her fingers reached for his underwear and made a show of slowly dragging it down his legs. Line's heart was pounding with excitement as she slowly pulled his trousers down until his dick was finally uncovered and sprung freely up into the air. From there, she ceased with the ceremonies and quickly yanked his underwear down the length of the rest of his legs and past his ankles, then she casually tossed them aside. She leaned over his erection and positioned not her mouth, but her tits over his member. She craned her neck to look up at his face as she grabbed both of her tits and briefly swirled them around on her chest. She massaged her breasts in circular motions and drove Line mad with the sight of her naked mounds rolling around beneath her fingers before she lowered her hypnotic chest down to his groin. Then, still with one hand on each breast, Applejack pressed her tits together, completely enveloping his cock with her feminine mounds. "Oooooh," Line couldn't help but moan at the sheer eroticism of the sight, as well as the feeling, of Applejack hotdogging his twitching penis between her heavenly breasts. Applejack already spotted a thin layer of precum coating the tip of Line's dick as she continued to massage it through her tits. She could tell that Line was definitely enjoying himself as she rolled her breasts up and down his shaft, occasionally calling upon her magical strength to squeeze them with an extra amount of pressure, just to remind him that her $2,000 price tag wasn't just for her looks. An involuntary, strangled groan escaped through Line's clenched teeth as he felt Applejack's hands squeeze his cock between her tits with more force than what should have ever been possible. He had almost entirely forgotten about her super strength until she suddenly reminded him that, in addition to being a kind, caring, and smoking hot young woman, Applejack also came with the added bonus of being an infinitely powerful Goddess who could pleasure him in ways that nobody else could. Line realized that, if Applejack wanted to, she could literally crush his penis into pulp between her breasts. Of course, he knew that Applejack wouldn't do that, but the realization that she could do it was simultaneously the most terrifying and erotic thought he ever had. Applejack put even more of her divine power into her hands and squeezed Line's cock so tightly between her tits, so much so that he found his organ completely trapped within her cleavage. He couldn't have pulled his penis away from her chest even if he tried. Applejack's fingertips rendered him completely and utterly pinned within the all-encompassing pressure of her soft, naked breasts enveloping his cock. Line threw his head back against the ground, utterly losing himself in the the superhuman stimulation that she was giving him. Applejack guessed that Line would probably cum if she kept this up for another few minutes, so she decided to move onto the final phase. She let go of her breasts, much to Line's disappointment, and got to her feet. She squatted over Line's prone form and then picked him up off the ground, effortlessly lifting him in the air by his hips. Line felt slightly disappointed when Applejack stopped titfucking him, but he was sure that she had something better in mind. With the strength of the world coursing through her fingertips, Applejack grabbed onto Line by the waist and effortlessly lifted him into the air. He put his hands around her back for stability as she carried him in the direction of the lone oak tree at the center of his private forest. She set him down a few feet in front of the tree in question. Standing up straight now, Line watched in mute curiosity as Applejack, with one hand on his back and another on his chest, started to literally tip him over. As Line slowly let himself fall backwards down to the ground, guided by Applejack's hands, he silently wondered why she had taken the time to carry him over here if all she was just going to do was just lay him back down again. But then, he felt the back of his head tap lightly against the bark of the oak tree. Rather than tipping him over until he was laying flat on the ground, Applejack had tipped him over until his head was resting against the tree. From there, the hand on Line's back moved up to his head and cradled him there while the hand on his chest moved down to his waist and pushed his lower body forward and downward. Line relaxed his legs and simply let Applejack continue to manhandle him. As his upper body was held firmly in place by the hand on the back of his head, the hand on his stomach pushed his lower body towards the tree, as well. His feet dragged limply along the ground as his body was gently forced up against the oak. Once his back was flat against the tree, Applejack shifted one of her hands down to his hips and cupped her palm underneath his bottom, effortlessly holding his entire body in place right there, exactly where she wanted it. Line's back was now flat against the tree, his legs were stretched out straight in front of him, passing in between Applejack's legs, which were almost straddling his thighs as she held him there. The heels of his feet were touching the ground behind her, and his toes were comfortably elevated to account for the the radical angle with which his feet were resting against the earth. It looked exactly like Line was simply slouching against the tree, only none of his weight was being supported by his legs or the tree he was leaned up against. All of his weight was being supported by a beautiful half-naked woman that was holding him effortlessly into the air with only one of her soft palms underneath his butt. Applejack's free hand reached down towards the only piece of clothing left between the two of them and, with only a slight tug between her thumb and her index finger, ripped her panties off of her body as easily as if it was tissue paper and presented the most intimate part of her body to Line in all of its naked glory. Applejack squatted straight down in front of Line, bending her legs until her exposed crotch was level with the tip of his cock, which was still elevated slightly upwards due to its extreme stiffness. Applejack lowered herself onto the tip of his penis, but not at the right angle for him to enter her yet. She merely rested her pussy lips lightly against his foreskin. Line's breathing quickened as Applejack leaned slightly backwards, angling her hips upward until the cave between her legs was aligned perfectly with his pulsing organ. Her shoulders were slightly hunched over, ensuring that she remained eye contact while also showing an impressive level of flexibility in addition to the mind-blowing strength that Line was witnessing. Applejack stood in that position for just a brief moment and let the anticipation build. She was holding Line up off of the ground by his waist, while she herself stood on her own two feet, squatting down slightly and maintaining a posture that left her eyes and her genitalia at same level as his, while also presenting her intimacy to him at the the right angle for her to allow him entrance, all while comfortably carrying both of their weights on her own two feet, despite the unconventional position that she had placed both of them in. "So..." Applejack whispered sensually. "Have ya ever had a naked superwoman hold ya up in the air and screw ya against a wall all night?" "P-please..." Line squeaked out, his voice barely audible as he literally trembled in Applejack's arms. He wanted to beg her to do exactly what she had just offered. He wanted the naked superwoman to hold him up in the air and screw him against the tree all night. But between his pounding heart and his shallow breathing, all he could do was just pathetically whimper one word. "Please..." "Oh?" Applejack raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Would ya like that?" she asked playfully. She never even waited for his attempt at an answer. Instead, Applejack slowly thrust her hips not downward, but forward. She could practically feel all of the tension leave Line's body as she finally impaled herself on his cock. Line moaned with pleasure and dug his fingernails into the skin on Applejack's back, shuddering in her arms as his penis smoothly glided into a vagina that was warm, soft, slick, and all around perfect. Her lips engulfed his dick further and further, until he was inside of her all the way up to the hilt. And even then, she didn't stop. Even after Line's penis was shoved inside of her as far as it could go, Applejack's luscious thighs pressed even deeper into his skin. Line's eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the unstoppable force with which her soft crotch was pressing his entire body against the mighty oak tree. But before the pressure of her thighs became intolerable, Applejack pulled herself away from him, dragging every surface of her inner walls back up the length of his penis until she almost pulled herself off of him entirely, then she shoved her hips all the way back down it once again. Line's hands moved down to Applejack's bare ass and held onto it lightly with both hands as Applejack's hips continued to thrust back and forth. Her soft and slender arms held his entire body firmly in place up in the air, while her soft and curvy hips repeatedly engulfed his manhood with her womanhood. The woods echoed with the sounds of unmitigated pleasure as Applejack watched Bottom Line utterly melt her passion. His screams of ecstasy quickly grew louder and more frequent, matching the growing speed and intensity with which her superhuman hips repeatedly took him against the oak tree again and again. When Line's rock-hard dick was once again as far inside of her as it could go, Applejack decided to try one more trick to spice things up even more. She squatted down even closer to the ground, dragging her lover with her down the length of the tree until he was being held only a few inches above the grass. Then, she tensed the unearthly muscles between her legs and clamped down the length of his rod with so much power, that Applejack was able to remove her hands from his body entirely and hold him in place just a few inches off the ground using nothing but the power of her vaginal muscles. Applejack reached around behind Line and planted one hand on each side of the tree. Then, she stood up slightly and, with both hands completely removed from his body... ...She lifted him by his cock. Line couldn't believe what was happening. All at once, he felt Applejack's inner walls clamp down onto his dick with an unfathomable amount of power, he felt her hands let go of his waist, and he felt his entire body rise into the air. His dick was so stiff, and her hold on him was so strong, that she literally lifted him back up into the air again using nothing but the inhumanly strong power that her vagina was constricting his cock with. She squatted down low once again, then she raised him back into the air once again. Then she squatted down again, then lifted him up again, faster and faster each time. "Oh god!" Line cried out in shock as his body was tossed up in the air over and over with nothing but the infinite power of her hips. "Oh- Oh- OH MY GOD!!" Applejack lifted her hips upwards a few more times, carrying Line's entire body skyward with each thrust. He was forced to bend his knees every time Applejack lowered her hips, and then straighten his legs out again whenever she raised her hips and lifted his entire body upwards once again. Line's feet were both resting on the ground, but he wasn't supporting any of his own weight. Instead, it was Applejack who was holding him up in the air with nothing but the intimate hold she had on him in between her legs, and she continued to throw his entire upper body up and down with each thrust. Applejack watched with satisfactions as Line's mouth produced nothing but strangled gasps of shock and pleasure, and his eyes rolled back into his head. It was abundantly clear that he was absolutely loving the display of power that she was treating him to. The only downside was that Applejack had to keep Line's cock all the way inside of her the entire time, and maintain the same amount of pressure on him the entire time, resulting in very few ways for Applejack to stimulate Line aside from the one motion she was doing. So, she lowered him back down to their original position before it could get boring. She once again held the weight of his entire body in her hands, relaxed the muscles between her legs, and resumed taking him against the tree. "I'm close," Line grunted. "Don't stop- grrnngh... don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..." She didn't stop, but after a few more humps, she paused for a brief moment and adjusted her hold on him. She removed one of her hands from underneath him and scooped her other hand fully around his butt, once again holding Line up off the ground with only one hand. The other hand reached around behind him and planted itself high up on his back, right between his shoulder blades. From there, her slender arm pushed his chest into hers, pressing his pectoral muscles into the heavenly plushness of her naked breasts with enough pressure to force his neck to tip his head backwards in order to accommodate for her own head. Then, with Line's feet still dangling limply along the ground, one of Applejack's hands holding him in the air, and the other hand squeezing his body deep into every inch of bare skin on the naked superwoman's exposed body, Applejack planted a slow, passionate kiss on his lips and pressed herself even more firmly into him. Bottom Line went completely limp in her arms. Her right hand forced his body to sink deeply into the soft texture of her skin, her left hand held him off the ground with her superhuman might, her pussy felt tighter than ever before as she slowly forced him inside of her... ...And her kiss was the most electrifying and passionate one he had ever experienced in his life. All at once, Line was reminded of just how amazing this woman truly was. He suddenly remembered that she was more than just some whore that was there to use him like a piece of meat and then leave. Even though she going absolutely wild on him mere seconds ago, the new direction that the sex had just taken had reminded him of how special this woman was. Over the course of the day, he had learned that Applejack was a strong woman, both physically and mentally. She had pretty much every admirable quality that a woman could have. She was independent and steel-minded. But she was also kind, caring, and always happy to go the extra mile to help the people she truly cared about. And in that moment, Bottom Line felt like he was one of those people that she truly cared about. At around the same time the next day, Line would remember that this was all pretend. He would remember that the entire previous day was nothing but a fantasy, and that the perfect woman that he had spent the day with was only doing what he had paid her to do. But in that moment, it all felt real. It felt like he knew her, he loved her, and most importantly, she loved him back. Applejack's mouth, chest, and hips pressed into him slowly, forcing every curve of her magnificent body to squish itself deeply against his frame. Her thighs pressed her lower cavity further down his rod, squeezing the girth of his member tightly and slowly forcing it in deeper while her tongue continued to dance around his mouth. It didn't feel like he was screwing a prostitute. It felt like one true love of his life was making sweet, passionate love to him. And the woman in question happened to be a girl with infinite physical might that could have crushed him out of existence with her sexy naked body if she wanted to. But instead, she was using her divine power to pleasure him. She embraced him in a romantic and intimate manner, but he could still feel every ounce of her almighty strength holding him firmly against her bare skin, In that moment, Bottom Line truly believed that he had scored with a one-of-a-kind woman. And he was now receiving the happiest possible ending to his perfect date with a gentle and benevolent, but still very much all-powerful, Goddess. Line finally reached his orgasm. He felt himself empty his load into her and felt his entire body tense as tightly as it could, yet it made absolutely no difference to the unbreakable hold of the naked woman that he was filling with his sperm. However, the euphoric moment ended all too soon. Once he had given her every ounce that he could, he went limp like a rag doll in Applejack's arms and just sat there. He was gasping for breath and a sheet of sweat coated every surface of his skin. Meanwhile, Applejack showed no signs of any kind of exertion as she pulled herself off of him and stood up straight, rotating Line's limp body sideways and holding him in a traditional cradle carry, with his feet now well off of the ground. "Oh my god," Line panted. "That was incredible..." "I'm glad ya liked it," Applejack replied. "But that was just the first round. The night ain't over yet; not by a long shot." Her words sparked a warmth in Line's groin and spread quickly throughout his entire body. "Yeah," he smiled. "I guess not." Even though Line felt positively finished at the moment, he had absolutely no doubt that it wouldn't take Applejack long to get him ready for round two. "You didn't cum, did you?" he asked her. "No," Applejack answered. "But that don't matter, as long as you enjoyed yourself." "Oh no," Line asserted. "I'm going to do you next, and I will do absolutely anything you want. You're going to get just as much enjoyment out of this as I did, otherwise I'm not paying you," he finished with a triumphant grin. Applejack just looked at him for a moment and tried to find some sign that he was joking. After a brief stare-down, her lips curved upwards into a bemused smile. "Is that a fact?" she asked playfully. "Yes it is," Line answered. "You have to enjoy yourself. You have no choice." "And you'll do whatever I want you to...?" she asked in a tone that was clearly trying to warning Line to choose his next answer very carefully. Line quickly decided to ignore the unspoken warning. "Yes," he answered. "Whatever you want." Applejack's bemused smirk slowly morphed into a devious and predatory grin. "Alright, tough guy," she answered. "Show me to the master bedroom." -----Three Weeks Later----- BZZZZT!! BZZZZT!! BZZZZT!! Applejack pulled her phone out her pocket, looked at the name of the caller, and was pleasantly surprised. It felt like she hadn't talked to any of her friends in ages, and she felt her day already get a little bit brighter as she answered the phone. "Howdy, Rarity!" Applejack greeted enthusiastically. "Hello, Goddess," Rarity replied.