Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Want Me To WHAT?
Part: 7 of 8
Universe: You Want Me To WHAT?
Summary: Desperation will make you do crazy things.  I was tired of doing
without, and I figured women owed me, so I decided to rape one.  I planned it
all very carefully, and it went off like clockwork -- but then the weird shit
started to happen...

Keywords: MF oral noncon cons rom

You Want Me To WHAT?

Chapter 7


	I went back Tuesday night; I needed to know how things were going
with Desiree.  Frankly, that was the acid test; if Crystal had managed to
fend her off, I was going to go for it.  Desiree was there -- which was
enough to get me to start tearing out my hair; I settled down and wrote a
sticky note that said, "GOOD NIGHT, DESIREE!!!" and stuck it to the glass and
withdrew.

	It took them twenty minutes to find it, but Desiree left soon after
-- and Crystal came to stand in front of the slider, masked, to let me know
she was ready.  I came in and kissed her and sat her down.  "Is Des going to
be a pest?"

	"Well, she's my best friend..."

	"I understand that, Baby, but she's also suspicious and a possible
source of trouble.  I know she's been at you -- where have you left things?"

	"The official tale is that we agreed to a number of meetings like
this before going all out -- kind of like that new TV show where they date in
the dark."

	"And the unofficial tale?"

	"There is no unofficial tale.  I've been holding out.  I know it is
important -- and Des isn't THAT important.  I told her we started out the
thing with a rape and kidnapping fantasy, but we're beyond that now."

	"I should just tell her how ugly I am and be done with it," I
grunted.

	"But you're not.  I KNOW you're not!"

	"You've never seen my third eye..."

	"Because it doesn't exist," Crystal laughed.  "The mask told me THAT
much..."

	"Lots of theatrical makeup..."

	"Come on..."

	"Well, I never attracted a woman with my face hanging out there.  You
can draw any conclusion you like from that," I insisted.

	"I never collected a man that way, either," Crystal replied, "I do
better with a bag over my head!"

	"Well, okay, whatever."  Nothing seemed to be denting her enthusiasm.
"I'd like to do domestic stuff -- cuddle and watch TV or something -- but one
of us has to be covered up.  When I know that Desiree is off our backs, we're
moving on to the next level."

	"How long will that be?"

	"I guess if I'm not in jail in the next couple of days."

	"We can trade off," Crystal offered.  "Have you eaten?  I CAN cook.
We can watch TV with you masked, then make love with me masked..."

	Not 'fuck' -- 'make love.'  This was Crystal's approach to it.  Luke
was right; she was head over heels, poor thing.  Well, in a couple of days,
she could see the whole package -- and she would either love it or we would
go our separate ways, both miserable.  I knew I would be and all indications
said she would, too.  Desiree wasn't the backup option she thought she was,
because Crystal could always tell her of our sordid beginnings.  Objectively,
I could still kill Crystal -- but that wouldn't work, either, for a number of
reasons, not the least of which was the fact that Desiree knew Crystal had a
mysterious boyfriend.  I would be the prime suspect in the manhunt.  Besides,
I said 'objectively' -- because there was just NO WAY...  I was beyond cold,
logical thought on the matter, long since -- probably since just after our
first meeting, if I cared to admit it.

	"I've eaten," I told her.  "Give me a sec and we can watch TV or
something that lets you use your eyeballs."  I threw on the mask.  We cuddled
and did this and that -- it turns out that she isn't much more into TV than I
am and we ended up doing role-play on her computer.  I teased her with
comments like, "An elven mage with jugs like these...  double threat!"
Later, we switched out again and made out on the couch, then went to bed and,
yes, made love.  I loved listening to Crystal's wails while I sucked and
licked her pussy, so we did that again, and she started to suck me, but I
wanted pussy -- and she was in no mood to complain about THAT...  We went to
sleep exhausted.

	In the morning, I got up early and went out masked to go home and
shower, shave, and change.  I went to work happy and everything was great
until...

	... Until Desiree showed up at my table in the fast food place where
I was having lunch.  "Keith Sheffield.  We should talk, don't you think?"

	THIS sucked...  "Not here."  I got up and we left and walked to my
current work site nearby -- a manufacturing building.  I plopped down on a
stack of sheetrock and she settled facing me and tossed a file folder on the
stack.  "Keith Sheffield, born..."  She had my birthdate, school records --
shit, you name it.  She finished with, "Not married.  not engaged, no
girlfriend.  Not gay.  So what is up?"

	"Nothing is up.  I've been burned, that's all.  We were playing a
game.  It started out kinky, but is settling to domestic.  Leave us alone;
I'm going to tell her next time."  I eyed the folder.  "How did you manage
this?"

	"You were there.  You were sleeping over.  The slider was unlocked.
You had thirty-three bucks and an old rubber in your wallet."  She sat there
a moment and added, "I run background checks for a living."

	"Okay, so?  Now what?"

	"I want to know what this means."  She threw out an MP3 player.  I
picked it and the headphones up and fumbled with it, so she took it away from
me and started it.  I guess the key quote was, "I guess if I'm not in jail in
the next couple of days."

	"So, what have you done?" she asked.

	"You suck -- you know that?" I snapped.  Pulling in my temper, I
asked, "Does Crystal know?"

	"Uh uh.  This is MY show.  I wanted to know why you had to be a
mystery."

	"And you STILL don't!"

	"Talk to me about jail."

	"I TOLD you I'm wanted in several states..." I threw out.

	"...Only you aren't..."

	"This is between Crystal and me.  In fact, this is STRICTLY between
Crystal and me.  No one else is involved.  No one else SHOULD be -- and that
includes YOU!" I ranted.

	"You did something illegal..."

	"Maybe."

	"I can get it from her..."

	"And you can ruin our relationship or ruin your relationship with her
or both.  As I previously stated, only Crystal and I are involved -- and as
long as it stays that way, there isn't a problem.  When other nosy people get
into it, then THEY create a problem!"

	"I need to understand."

	"And you won't.  And people will get into trouble -- me in
particular.  Crystal will NOT thank you for this," I insisted.  I rubbed my
face.  "I will speak to Crystal about this.  She can make the call.  You may
lose a friend."

	A voice sounded from in front of us, "If I didn't know that those
hooters belonged to my buddy Keith, I might be tempted to discover whether
they are properly padded for the worksite!"  Both of us jumped and I yelled,
"Jeezus, Luke!"

	Desiree hauled at her halter top and said, "They don't."

	"Luke, meet Desiree, concerned girlfriend of my girlfriend Crystal,"
I made the introduction.  "This is my running buddy Luke."

	"Oops!" Luke apologized.  "I figured I was safe with that line."

	"Well, if I was happier with your buddy's bona fides, I might allow
that inspection," Desiree gave Luke the up and down.

	"He's a stand-up guy," Luke insisted.

	"Good to know."  Desiree clearly wasn't convinced.

	"What are you under the gun for?" Luke asked.

	"She doesn't know -- she just thinks she's seen me on a wanted
poster," I replied.  "I told her I was only wanted for rape and sexual
assault, but she's still digging."

	Despite my attempt at levity, Luke realized that things were serious.
"I hang with him -- and the only thing I'm aware of that he's guilty of is
suddenly getting happy about a girl."

	I turned my attention back to Desiree.  "Come by Crystal's around
eight.  I'll come by a bit after.  We'll talk.  It'll fix it -- or it won't
-- but either way, maybe you'll get what you want."

	"Okay."  She glanced at Luke -- and frowned.  He was staring at her
cleavage while trying not to.

	"Luke!  You're drooling!" I quipped.

	"Uh.  Yeah.  Sorry!"  Luke looked properly embarrassed.

	"It's probably the most attention I'll get all day..." Desiree
chuckled.

	"I doubt it," Luke croaked.

	Desiree smiled and got up and started to sway off.

	"Eh... White pants...."  Luke dashed off.  "Hey, uh, Desiree!"

	She turned, "Yes?"

	"Your pants have sheetrock dust on them.  I'll give you twenty bucks
to dust them off for you..."

	I covered my mouth.  Desiree cocked her head.  "You're a charmer..."

	"Forty?  You'll be cutting into my beer money, but..."

	Desiree shifted her glance to me.  "Is he always like this?"

	"I think he's already twenty words beyond his previous record for
talking to a woman," I told her.  "He has no idea what he's saying.  I think
this is his 'jump big or stay at home' mode."

	"So..."

	"You've made an impression.  He just doesn't speak female."

	Luke was looking back and forth between us.  "Hold still, Buddy," I
told him.  "I'm translating.  You could survive the encounter yet if you
don't go too far..."

	Desiree cocked her head and smiled crookedly.  "You like fat chicks?"

	Luke shifted his gaze to me.  "I'm fucked.  You got one of those
candy bars I can shove in my mouth and get outta that one?"

	Desiree frowned.  "What?"

	"You asked him a question he knows there is no good answer for, like,
'Does this dress make my ass look big?'  On TV, guys shove a candy bar in
their mouths and mumble through it and maybe escape..." I explained.

	"Oh, yeah."  Desiree eyed Luke.  "You seemed to be doing the honest
thing -- so treat it as a straight question.  Do you like fat girls?"

	Luke threw me a despairing look.  I shrugged.  He stepped up to the
plate.  "I like you...  You're shit hot in that outfit..."

	"That's sweet.  Am I a fat chick?"

	Luke, out of his depth, hazarded, "Yeah?"

	"You're not a liar, at least."  Desiree beckoned Luke.  "Come here,
Big Boy, and dust me off..."

	Luke drifted toward her like he was magnetized, wiping his hands on
his shirt.  He was afraid to touch her so she bent a bit at the waist and
grabbed his left hand and put it on her belly.  Luke started dusting -- VERY
carefully...  It went on for some time after he'd done all that he could --
and would have kept on going but Desiree released his hand and stepped away.
"Thank you, Sweetie."

	"Any time..." he croaked.  She smiled and swayed off, rolling her big
ass.  It was cute...

	Luke stepped over to me and croaked, "Whatever shit is goin' down
between you and that woman, you fix it -- understand?  I WANT that!"  He
looked away, clearly overcome.  "I damned near got a nut in my pants."

	"It wouldn't hurt either of you, I bet, if you did," I remarked.

	Luke was actually breathing hard!  "That's good shit.  I KNOW that's
good shit!"

	I nodded.  "It is..."

	His head snapped to me and his eyes narrowed.  "What?"

	"It's a long story, but you're right -- that's good pussy."

	"You and I have GOT to talk!"

	I had some explaining to do...  I finished up with, "So she doesn't
think any guy would ever want to fuck her more than once -- which is utter
bullshit."

	"No fuckin' shit!"

	"If I can, I'll patch things," I promised, "but it's really all up to
her."

	Luke just nodded.  "Just my luck..."