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 DISCLAIMER

   This story and others from this author should only be enjoyed in a
responsible manner.  If you find yourself wanting to enact anything in
these stories, or feel that you might develop a fetish, please do not read
any further.  Sex addiction is a very real problem, and the author does not
wish to encourage this kind of behavior

   DESCRIPTION

   This is the origin story of Flakka, a girl whose skin excites others to
the point of orgasm.  Although she starts out an innocent girl who
desperately avoids others, she is forced to use her powers to survive when
events escalate with a local client.

   Story codes: MF, FF, super hero



   Flakka

   *Alright, it's go time.*

   Angela had never committed this kind of crime before- breaking and
entering was not her style.  But what's hers is hers, and no one was going
to stop her.

   Angela gracefully climbed up and over the 10' high brick wall, managing
to avoid cutting herself on the short, pointed iron fence that lined the
top.  She was sure glad she hadn't gotten her lycra suit caught on the
fence, because that suit would've torn all the way, leaving most of her
body's skin exposed.

   The 2-story sprawling mansion towered above the 15-acre property, with
its stone walls and many windows.  Angela had done some reconnaissance at
the insistence of Marcus, a professional criminal and associate of hers. 
By walking her through her observations of the place, Marcus had alerted
Angela to the blind spots of the cameras.  That was how she knew which
section of the wall to climb over.

   There was armed security at the mansion; however it consisted of only
one man, a person named "Wheadon".  He patrolled the grounds twice a day,
spending most of his time inside the house.  Marcus figured he spent most
of his time in a security room, away from the mansion's owners and guests.

   *That cheap bastard will get what's coming to him,* Angela thought,
thinking of the mansion's owner.

   Angela scanned the ground last time before planning her route to the
house.  She briefly recalled her encounter with Mr.  Dalio 17 days prior
"And if anything gets out of hand, I'll pull her immediately.  No violent
stuff, nothing unseemly" my security attachment, Adam, said.

   "That won't be a problem.  All of the specifics for the escort encounter
have been firmly laid out, and everyone is aware of the rules" the other
man said.  He looked to be 6'2'' and 220 pounds of muscle.  I didn't think
many people could stand up to Adam in a fight, but this man looked like one
of them.

   "Alright, Miss Bella, have fun" he told me.  I smiled at him and tried
to pump myself up for another meaningless night of platitudes and empty
sex- *You got this, Angela.  You're a sexy animal, ready to pounce on this
man.  Never mind he's one of the richest guys in the city.*

   Opening the wooden double doors, I entered the study, where my client
waited.  He was wearing a red smoker's jacket and black silk pajamas,
standing over by his large study desk.  I walked in as nonchalantly as I
could in my 4-inch heels, which were killing my feet- I was still pretty
new to dressing up.  This was the part where introductions were made, and I
wanted to make a good first impression.

   "Hello Mr.  Dalio, I am Miss-"

   "Yes, I know who you are" he interrupted me, in a low booming voice.  It
wasn't the first time I had encountered a high-profile client with a lack
of respect.  I knew they liked to take the lead, so I waited.

   There was no follow up from Mr.  Dalio, not a single utterance to
continue our conversation.  Instead, his steely gaze warned me not to speak
again.  *He's judging me,* I realized.

   Trying not to look uncomfortable, I stepped to my right and shifted my
weight there.  With my right hand on my hip and my left arm straight down
my left side, I was giving him a pose.  After all, that's probably what he
wanted.

   Mr.  Dalio continued to look me over, so I had a chance to look him
over, too.  He was likely in his late 50's, judging by his receding
hairline and grey hair.  He was of average height, and a little chubby. 
With the smoker's jacket on, he looked like Hugh Heffner, but with a `dirty
old man' feel to him.

   "You gonna stand there all night like a freakin' mannequin, or you gonna
do somethin'?" he barked at me.  I suddenly felt self-conscious about
myself, so I let my arm drop.

   "Whatever you want me to do" I smiled at him, trying to seem as pleasant
as possible.

   "Yeah, you're damn right.  I'm paying top dollar for a second-rate
chick, so you better be good in the sack".

   My jaw dropped a little in shock.  *What the fuck did he just say? 
Second-rate?*

   I had to quickly swallow my pride and put on an air of indifference to
his words.  After all, this was the only kind of work I was really good at,
and it paid very well.  I needed to get this over with.

   "Alright then, Mr.  Dalio.  Where would you like us to go?" I was
expecting us to go out to a social gathering or performance.  That's what
escort services were usually for.

   "Right there" he said, nodding to an old-fashioned leather couch.  He
seemed to enjoy my consternation.  He grabbed a drink of something that
looked like whiskey off his desk and took a swig.  "The bedroom is for my
wife.  She doesn't care what skanks I bring in here, as long as they stay
out of our bedroom." *Oh my gosh, the gall of this man.*

   I nodded in understanding.  He's not giving me much direction, I
thought, waiting for him to make a move toward the couch.  "Alright, just
tell me what you want me to do" I replied, hoping he would break the
tension.  Maybe he'll call the whole thing off.

   Mr.  Dalio finished his drink and walked over to the couch.  I saw him
wave me over impatiently, so I walked quickly over to him.

   "I'll be honest, miss, I've seen bigger tits on most of the girls from
Fantasia Girls.  Bigger asses, too.  You've got nice skin, and you're not
too old, but I'm expecting a little more for the money I'm spending."

   *What a complete asshole.  Should I just leave?*

   "So you better be good at dancing, and fucking.  I mean, sex like
fucking porn stars.  That's what I want from you.  Let's see whatcha got"
he nodded up to me.

   Feeling self-conscious, I knew I wouldn't be giving a great performance,
not without special help.  I certainly didn't want to give him a taste of
what he wanted, either.  He didn't deserve the sexual pleasure I could give
people.  But I had an idea.

   Shaking my long blonde hair back, I started to feel around my body with
my gloved hands, closing my eyes to focus on feeling sexy again.  Blocking
out where I was at the moment, I let my hands explore the bright red dress
I was wearing, eventually settling on rubbing my breasts.  Although I
didn't have a lot of cleavage showing at first, I was able to knead my
breasts so that it would show more skin.

   I eventually moved my left hand towards my crotch, curling my fingers
into my pussy like I was masturbating.  Opening my eyes, I saw Mr.  Dalio
watching me impatiently.  *This isn't working,* I realized.

   Switching my style, I turned around and backed into Mr.  Dalio, relieved
to be avoiding eye contact.  I placed my butt on his crotch, hands on the
couch on either side of him.  Using my hands as anchors, I leaned forward a
little and used my legs to rotate my ass on top of his crotch.  With the
thin silk lining of his pajamas, my dress was able to slide effortlessly
over him.  "This is taking too long, sweet cheeks.  You should suck my
cock." The idea of sucking his old shriveled cock disgusted me.  I stopped
my gyrations for a second and turned my head to the side, "I can usually
make men ejaculate just by rubbing on them like this, sometimes in less
than a minute." I hoped he took offense to it.

   I heard a laugh instead, "Sweetie, I'm not even at half a chub.  There's
no freakin' way you could make me ejaculate in less than a minute.  Just
suck my cock like a good little girl."

   I stood up and turned around to face him, staring challengingly into his
smug face.  "Then I'll make you a deal- if I can make you ejaculate with my
lap dance in less than a minute, you double my pay.  If I can't, then you
can have me for free tonight.  Deal?" I continued to stare at him.  The
look in my eyes told him I was serious.

   He only thought about it for a moment- "Ha, that's ridiculous.  No girl
is that good."

   "Good, sounds like you'll win", I said, "Rules are: you let me move
however I want, without any resistance.  Your manhood stays in your pants,
and I won't be allowed to touch it directly.  You can count to sixty."

   "Girl, you must be crazy.  After Miss Fantasia hears about how you lost
the money, I guess I won't be seeing you online anymore, heh."

   "Feeling confident?" I asked, "Maybe you'd like to up the ante." I
crossed my arms to appear more confrontational.  I knew he wouldn't like
that from a second-rate chick like me.

   "Sure, hun.  Whad'ya had in mind?" he said, reclining backwards, fingers
locked together behind his head.

   "If you cum before 30 seconds are up, you quadruple my pay, and I go
home immediately, job done.  If I don't make you cum in 30 seconds, not
only will you get me for free, I'll do whatever you want for 4 hours.  And
I mean anything" I added, head tilted down.  There were some things this
client had asked for, that no girl would agree to.

   "Make it triple your rate, and you have a deal" he said.  Even when the
deal is too good to be true, he had to negotiate better terms.

   "Deal" I said, closing my eyes.  "I'll tell you when to start." Slowly,
I took off my long Opera-Length satin gloves, exposing my bare hands for
the first time.  I undid my heels and kicked them off, ignoring the pompous
look on his face.  It was finally time to release myself, to let go of the
energy building inside of me.

   With a predatory look, I opened my eyes and looked at my prey, sensing
the slight bewilderment in him.  I lowered myself on all fours, keeping my
wide eyes locked on him.  Slowly, like a panther stalking its prey, I
crawled towards him.

   With my intense stare, I saw the beginning of his fear taking hold, as
if his confidence was shaken for the first time.  I was no longer the timid
girl, trying desperately to please this man.  No, I was now the one in
charge, giving the orders and taking what I wanted.  And I had to show him
that.  Placing my hands on his thighs, I pulled myself up, and then pulled
my dress up until my panties were visible.  With the added mobility, I
swung my legs over his, straddling his lap.

   "Start" I spoke into his eyes.  I waited until he started counting.

   "Uh, One...two..." Grabbing the back of his neck, I firmly held his
head, keeping his eyes on me.

   I grinded on his crotch, rubbing my panties on his now full erection.

   "Three...four..."

   I suddenly saw the surprise in his eyes, and he started to shake.

   "Oh...fuck" he managed to say, as he creamed himself.  I felt the pulses
from his penis, as he spurted out his man juice into his pajamas.

   His eyes fluttered from the sensation in his pants, but I continued to
lock onto his eyes.

   "Ohhhh" he moaned, losing control of his body.  I felt his body weaken,
so I let go of his head.

   I watched as he fell straight back, eyes closed in ecstasy.  He was
having a good orgasm, alright.

   Angela remembered the rest of that night very well.  After winning the
contest, she demanded to have her money, to which Mr.  Dalio flatly
refused. He used the excuse that he had taken Viagra before she arrived,
which shouldn't have mattered to their agreement.  After arguing with him
some more, Mr.  Dalio threatened to give her such a bad review that "she
would never work in this town again!"

   Realizing that she wouldn't get what she was owed, Angela left the house
empty-handed.  She had Adam take her home, where she promptly called Miss
Fantasia and explained how the evening went.  Unfortunately, Miss Fantasia
couldn't blacklist Mr.  Dalio, given how wealthy and influential he was. 
To make things up to Angela, Miss Fantasia promised to pay her the regular
rate she was due, $550.

   So now here she was, trying to get back what was owed to her.  The sense
of injustice Angela felt ever since her encounter with Mr.  Dalio led her
to enlist the help of Marcus, who was guiding her from a quarter mile away.

   "So once you reach the house, I want you climb up the trellis to the
second-story window.  That should be the one of the guest bedrooms" Marcus
said in her ear.

   Angela ran as fast as she could to the back of the house, running
through the garden to get there.  As she expected, the motion detector
lights turned on, and she hoped she had made it to the house without being
seen.

   Without skipping a beat, adrenaline pumping through her blood, she
climbed the trellis along the back wall of the house.  From her recon, she
already knew no one would be in this room, but she still had to act quickly
to get inside.

   Angela took the glass cutter out of her bag and suctioned it to the
window pane, near the lock.  Tracing a circle with the arm of the glass
cutter, it only took a couple revolutions to cut through the glass.

   Angela froze when she heard dogs barking- that wasn't supposed to
happen. Yesterday, Marcus had set up a sound system not too far away from
the estate, simulating a dance party at another house.  Initially the dogs
were barking at the noise, so Wheadon had to put the dogs in the kennel and
quiet them.  The music was still playing now, so she was hoping it would
obscure the sounds of her movement towards the house, but the lights
must've triggered them anyways.  *Shit, I have to get in fast.*

   Ten seconds later, Angela had the window up and was climbing inside. 
After quickly checking her surroundings, she closed the window and taped
the circular glass cut out back into place.  The room she was in was
completely dark, save for the moonlight coming through the window.

   Angela let her eyes adjust to the darkness, and calmed herself through a
breathing exercise.  She had to wait for security and the owners to go back
to bed anyways; otherwise she might run into them while sneaking through
the house.

   She waited for 30 minutes, in which time she observed Wheadon walking
the grounds to investigate the motion detectors, gun out.  He looked just
as imposing from her vantage point in the window, as that time she met him
face to face.  Since he knew her face, Angela had to wear a black ski mask
that only showed her eyes, in case she was seen tonight.

   After 30 minutes, Angela was about to open the door to check out the
rest of the house, when she heard footsteps in the hallway.  *Oh shit.*

   She quickly moved the curtains over the window to cover up the window
cut, and dove underneath the bed.

   The door opened, and she saw Wheadon's boot step into the room.  Angela
froze, waiting to see what he would do next.  If he looked under the bed,
she was going to jail.

   After another tense moment, the boots turned and walked out of the room.
Angela let out a sigh as the door closed.  It looks like she was going to
wait a little longer.

   Checking the time on the guestroom clock, it was now 1pm.  Angela knew
that the house keepers would be arriving in a few hours, so she didn't have
much time.

   Marcus had explained to her where the valuables would've been kept in
the house- the bedroom, the study, and the den.  Since Mr.  and Mrs.  Dalio
were in the bedroom, Angela figured on exploring the study, where she had
unsuccessfully conned Mr.  Dalio not 3 weeks before.

   Pushing out with her senses, Angela slowly made her way down the curling
staircase.  Testing the stairs with her weight, she had to crawl down the
edge of the stairs like a crab, distributing her weight as evenly as
possible to minimize noise.  Once she made her way down and was sure no one
else was down here, she tip toed towards the study.

   Trying the handle, Angela realized that the door was locked- a good sign
for valuables, but an impediment nonetheless.  Reaching into her burglary
bag again, she pulled out a heavy circular magnet, and applied it to the
lock.  She was amazed that a little clockwise motion of the magnet brought
the deadbolt back.  *Tricks of the trade, I suppose.  Thank you again,
Marcus.* After gaining entry into the study and locking the door behind
her, Angela closed the bay window curtains, placed a towel by the underside
of the door, and flicked on her miniature flashlight.

   It took ten minutes to look through every drawer, including a secret
compartment on the underside of the desk.  IThere were mostly office
supplies and miscellaneous desk knick knacks in the drawers, but Angela did
find thirty $100 bills in the secret compartment.  She decided to take a
couple watches too, not sure of their worth.

   Angela looked around the room, trying to find something else of value.
Even though she had found the money she was owed, and then some, she might
as well make the best of her opportunity.  After all, she was never going
to take advantage of a situation like this again.

   Besides the bookcase, the walls were lined with shelves.  Looking
through them, there were some odd artistic pieces- an African tribal mask,
a skull of some animal she didn't recognize, and a collection of coins. 
There were also a lot of pictures of Mr.  Dalio's foreign travel, and some
with celebrities.  Is that an autograph of Babe Ruth?  *Hmmmm.*

   Angela grabbed the coin collection and signed baseball, stuffing them in
her bag, along with the money and watches.  It was time for her to go.

   Angela looked over to the couch, and remembered one of the first things
Mr.  Dalio said to her- "I'm paying top dollar for a second-rate chick."
Her blood boiled at the memory of his insults.  *No, now I need to get my
revenge.*

   Angela stormed over to the laptop, turned it over, and slammed her
magnet on the bottom side of it.

   "Here's your lap dance, you son of a bitch" she muttered angrily,
sliding the magnet around.  She heard the clicking of the metal pieces
inside, and hoped the hard drive would be corrupted beyond use.  Placing
the laptop back exactly where it was before, she placed the magnet back in
her bag and proceeded out.

   The next day, Angela continued life as usual, except that she was now
$50,000 richer.  Marcus had looked over the items she acquired from her
burglary, and valued them at over one hundred thousand dollars.  Angela
thought her cut was low, but hey, she didn't know the first thing about
fencing, and fifty grand was only half bad.

   Of course, the robbery was in the news, and Angela subsequently learned
that Mr.  Dalio had fired all of his staff, including Wheadon.  It pleased
her to rewatch the news clip of Mr.  Dalio fuming on tv, because it never
got old for her.  Life was going pretty well for her, and Angela was
looking forward to meeting again with Miss Fantasia to discuss her future
with the escort service.  Miss Fantasia was an old Asian woman who was
stern about the rules, but she had always taken an interest in Angela.  So
Angela was in for a shock when she heard the news "I'm sowry Angie baby,
but we awe wretting you go" Miss Fantasia said.  They were both sitting at
a café downtown.

   "W-wait" Angela stuttered, "Why am I being fired?" She couldn't believe
what she was hearing.

   "Mr.  Dalio seem to think you awe somehow responsible for the wrobbery
at his place.  He say that if I don't wret you go, he will pwress chawges
and get porice involved."

   "So?  The police won't find anything, because I didn't do it.  Fantasia,
you don't have to do this.  He's got nothing on me!" Angela pleaded.

   "He has this" she said, bringing out a dark glossy photo.  It was a
picture of a person dressed in black, running through the backyard of Mr.
Dalio's estate, backpack and all.  Although the motion detectors had kicked
in when this person was in the backyard, the photo image was too dark and
grainy to allow any kind of identification of the person's face.  It was
definitely her, though.

   "Fantasia, that could be anyone.  Please don't do this" Angela said.

   Miss Fantasia gave a sigh, "I'm sowry Angie, but I haf to.  An
investigation could bwring up some...ishues we've had with other giwrls. 
And this company can't affowd that." She looked straight at Angela,
"There's nothing I can do.  I'm sowry."

   Later that day, Angela went to the gym to blow off some steam.  At
5'10'' and 155 pounds, Angela was fairly tall and athletically fit, and her
daily workout routine was the reason why.  Besides cardio on the treadmill
for heart health, she liked to spend at least half an hour lifting weights
to tone her arms and legs.  On this day, however, she went straight to the
heavy bag to release some aggression.  She had taken some kickboxing
classes in college, and it was time to renew that interest.

   Exhausted from her workout, she decided to go home and shower before
eating dinner.  She didn't know what she was going to do tonight, but it
would likely entail lounging in the living room or the bedroom.  After
being fired from your job, it was normal to want to compress.

   Angela walked into her condominium apartment, which was part of a five
story apartment housing complex in the city.  It was a cozy 700 square foot
apartment, with living area/dining area, kitchen, single bedroom and bath.

   Angela dropped her gym bag on the floor and walked over to the bedroom
to find some new clothes for her shower, when suddenly something dark
rushed at her.  Hit hard, she was tackled to the ground in her bedroom,
with something heavy holding her down.

   Angela squirmed under the pressure, trying to get away, but couldn't. 
She was sprawled out on the carpet, a forearm to the back of her neck, and
a knee putting pain on her lower spine.  Angela tried to scream, but the
man twisted her face into the carpet, muffling it.

   "Where's the money?" the man said.  It was a low voice, and one she
didn't recognize.  "Scream again, and I hurt you" he said, brandishing a
knife for her to see.

   Angela was starting to panic, fearing for her life.  *I could die here,*
she realized.

   The man alleviated some pressure from her neck, allowing her to speak.

   "I...I don't know what you're talking about" Angela said.  In response,
the knife came to her neck.  She thought it would slice her open right then
and there, so she struggled, before realizing that he was only threatening
her.

   "Don't lie to me again.  I know what you stole.  Tell me where it is or
I will slit your throat." The knife was pressed further into Angela's neck.
*Shit, I don't have it.  I don't have it.  He's gonna kill me!*

   "In the closet" Angela spurted out.  Her mind raced in circles without
forming any prolonged thought, like an anxiety attack.  The lack of
movement was making her claustrophobic, contributing to her panic.

   "It's not there" was his response.  *Shit, please don't kill me!  I
don't want to die.*

   "It's under the carpet" Angela managed to say.  It was a bald-faced lie,
but Angela didn't want that knife touching her anymore.  She was only a
flick of the wrist away from blood pouring out her jugular.

   The cold metal against her neck left, and Angela felt something wrap
around her eyes, and then her mouth.  Then her hands were painfully brought
together behind her back, probably so he could tie them together.  As soon
as she felt his hands on her wrists, though, there was a release of energy
from the skin to skin contact.

   "Uuuhhh" the man moaned, loosening the grip on her wrists.  Using the
distraction to her advantage, Angela twisted around and took her blindfold
off, seeing the man for the first time.

   He was well-built, over 200 pounds, with a black shirt and jeans on. 
The ski mask obscured his face, but his expression showed he was still
close to ejaculation.  He doubled over, falling to his hands and knees, but
the knife was still in his hand.

   Fearing that he might come to at any moment and strike her, Angela
grabbed his knife hand.  As soon as her hand touched his, he lowered his
head, his whole body shaking "Aaaaahhh" was his renewed cry, as a wave of
orgasm struck him.  Seeing that he was preoccupied and feeling weak, Angela
toppled him over easily, and straddled his chest.  Still holding onto his
knife hand, Angela easily pried the weapon away and threw it to the side.

   The man's eyes were rolled back, the stimulation too much for him to
bear.  Angela held onto his arm with a viselike grip, the anger burning
inside of her.

   "How dare you!" she yelled at him, but he gave no verbal response. 
Rather, he continued to convulse as the pleasure overwhelmed his brain.

   Seeing that he was in no state of mind to answer questions, Angela let
go of the man's hand.  The man stopped shaking, but his eyes remained
closed.  She pulled his mask off...

   *SLAP*

   Angela struck him full in the face with an open hand, knocking the sense
into him.

   "Who sent you?!" she yelled again.  "Talk, or I fry your brain into a
vegetable!" The man seemed to be comprehending, albeit slowly.

   "John...Dalio" he managed, in between breaths.  He seemed sedated and
weak, similar to an epileptic's post-ictal state.

   *Oh, fuck!  Dalio is coming after me.  This goon must've been hired to
get his things back, maybe even take me out!*

   "Tell me the truth, or I swear I'll make your heart explode" Angela
threatened, bringing her bare hand next to his face.  "Did he order you to
kill me?"

   "No...just get the goods...and hurt you a little...for payback" he
gasped.

   Angela searched through the man's jeans, threatening to touch his face
if he moved.  Grabbing his wallet and phone, she told him, "I'm keeping
this", before yelling at him to, "Get the Hell out of my apartment!"

   Once the man left, Angela slammed the door and locked it.  She slid down
with her back to the door, hands in her face, crying.  It was just another
traumatic event in this crazy life of hers...

   Angela didn't know why her powers suddenly appeared one day, and it took
a while before she was able to understand what was happening.

   She was 16 at the time, and her boyfriend Steve and she decided to make
out one night.  It wasn't the first time they had done so, and Steve seemed
to get too turned on from their earlier sessions, so Angela was worried
about that night.  She chalked it up to typical hormone stuff.

   From the moment their lips touched, Angela felt something weird
happening to her.  Her lips were tingling, like she had eaten hot peppers.
Before she knew it, Steve had creamed his pants, and was really
embarrassed. He apologized profusely, and made up some excuse she couldn't
remember now.

   They gave it a few minutes, and Angela asked if she could try kissing
him again.  After all, guys can't ejaculate again for about ten minutes, so
they would have some time to make out.  He agreed.

   The same tingling sensation happened to Angela as soon as their lips
touched, but she ignored it.  Within a few seconds, though, Steve pulled
away from her, explaining that he was rock hard again.

   When Angela asked if he had taken something to get an erection, Steve
adamantly denied it.  They were both left confused, and not knowing what to
do.  Since Steve was too aroused to even kiss her, he drove Angela home. 
Before she walked back to her house, however, he made her swear not to tell
anyone what happened.

   Before long, Steve and Angela couldn't kiss at all, much less hold
hands. Steve thought it was something medically wrong with him, so he saw
his doctor, but the doctor couldn't explain what was happening.

   That was around the time that Angela and her older brother Andrew were
play-fighting one day, and he orgasmed as well.  That awkward experience
created some separation between the siblings, one that continued to the
present day.

   It was after making her brother ejaculate that Angela realized it was
something she was doing.  To make sure none of her family or friends ever
had the same experience, she wore gloves and long-sleeved shirts, even in
the summer.  She always wore nylon stockings, which was enough to prevent
the strange energy transfer to others.

   After she and Steve broke up, uncomfortably, Angela didn't have another
romantic relationship with anyone else.  She understood that her sexual
power would make any relationship entirely untenable, so she avoided the
attentions of men around her.  Angela was always a pretty girl with curly
blonde hair and athletic body, so the boys naturally assumed she was a
lesbian.

   During college, Angela had a breakthrough; that maybe her powers were
forcing her to be a lesbian.  So one day, she decided to "switch teams". 
Her lesbian reputation must have gotten around, because she was getting
signals from some of the girls in her dorm that they were interested in
her.

   Becky was one of those girls.  She was shorter than Angela, with short
dark brown hair, and lovely skin.  Angela was never into girls, but the
loneliness was unbearable in the sex-crazed dorm she lived in.

   During one Saturday night when her roommate was out of town, Angela
invited Becky over to her room.  She locked the door, and awkwardly
explained how she hadn't ever been with anyone before.  Becky told her not
to be embarrassed about being a virgin, and that she would help her out
however she could.

   They were both sitting cross-legged on her bed, and that moment of
vulnerability and acceptance turned romantic.

   Both Becky and Angela went up on their knees, passionately kissing each
other.  It was the first time Angela had touched someone in years, and she
desperately wanted this to work.

   They were exploring each other's bodies with their hands, lips locked
for a minute.  It felt so good to Angela, like a piece of her she had been
missing her whole life.

   Becky pulled back, and Angela had a flashback to when Steve couldn't
continue making out, a shocked expression on his face.  Instead, Becky
seemed possessed with lust, and she proceeded to take her own clothes off.
Angela was taking her clothes off as well, although not as quickly as Becky
was.

   "Are you alright, Becky?" Angela asked, concerned.

   Becky gave her a smile, "Never better".  *Oh, good.  Looks like we can
make this work,* Angela thought with relief.

   Becky was fully naked, save for her white panties.  Angela was still
trying to take her pants off, but was half-naked.

   "You're so beautiful" Becky told her.  Angela's heart warmed when she
saw the look of adoration in her eyes.  It reminded her of how a dog looked
when its owner came home.

   Angela laughed, partly to break the tension, partly because she was
struggling to take her jeans off.  "You, too" she said.

   Once their clothes were in a pile on the floor, Becky pounced on Angela,
knocking her softly backwards on the bed.  Now their chests were together,
breasts squished.

   It felt so wonderful for Angela, like she had finally been freed from
her self-imposed prison, ready to experience the world anew.

   They continued to kiss, and Becky seemed to get more and more turned on,
her movements more and more frenetic.

   "Aaaahh" Becky moaned into Angela's mouth.  Angela felt her hand being
pushed into Becky's vagina, which was surprisingly wet.

   "Oh, fuck me" Becky grunted.  Angela was now working her hand into
Becky's pussy, back and forth.

   Becky continued to breathe heavily, "Ah...ah...AH...AH"

   "Shhhh" Angela tried to chide Becky.  She was making enough noise that
the entire suite would hear them.

   Becky dove her head into the pillow next to Angela, and let loose a
primal scream- "aaaaaaaaah"

   As she did, Angela felt the spasming of Becky's nether lips on her hand,
and the squishing sounds her hand made.  A little grossed out, Angela
pulled her hand away, which was sopping wet.

   Angela was concerned about the noise, and listened to see if anyone was
at their door.

   "aaaaaaah" Becky continued, shaking on top of her.

   "Shhh, quiet down" Angela responded.

   It didn't seem like anyone was coming to knock on their door, so Angela
brought her attention back to Becky.  She was still moaning into the
pillow, her body wracked in the throes of a very long orgasm.

   "Okay, Becky" Angela told her.  It was going on for too long, and she
was getting uncomfortable underneath her.

   "Becky!" she yelled, but still she didn't roll off.

   Finally having had enough, Angela pushed her away, and that's when she
noticed that Becky was unconscious.

   *What?!  Why isn't she breathing!  Fuck!  What do I do?*

   Angela was panicking, staring straight at the person she may have just
killed, when Becky started breathing again.  It was very shallow, and
barely noticeable, but she was alive.

   Angela cried from the guilt, trying hard not to hold Becky in her arms.

   "Why is this happening to me?!" Angela cried, tears streaming down her
face.  It's not fair!

   *Knock, knock*

   "Is everything okay in there?" a muffled voice said from the hallway. 
Angela took a deep breath to compose herself.

   "Yeah, everything's good" she said.

   "You sure?" It sounded like Melanie, who lived in the dorm room a couple
doors down.

   "Yeah, Melanie, I'm good.  Thanks."It took a minute for the shadows the
leave her door, and then Angela was relieved.  Angela looked back at Becky,
who seemed so innocent, a smile on her face.  *Becky, what did I do to
you?*

   After the shock had worn off a little, Angela put her clothes back on,
including her gloves, and redressed Becky.  Becky finally came to an hour
later, with the same smile on her face.

   "What happened?  Were you crying?" she asked Angela in a sleepy voice.

   "No, I'm fine.  How are you feeling?" Angela asked her, concern in her
voice.

   "I feel like I've been in a coma for years.  Can you get me some
aspirin? I have a splitting headache."

   At the insistence of Angela, Becky went to the doctor for a checkup. 
The doctor gave her a prescription for her migraine, although Becky
continued to feel fatigued afterwards, missing class for almost a week. 
She slept all the time, and said she felt depressed.

   It took nearly a week for her to recover, but when she did, boy was she
attached to Angela.  Becky explained to her how she had never orgasmed like
that before, and how stupid it was for her to feel this in love.

   Becky was flirty around Angela, who showed she was bothered by it. 
Angela tried to brush off her advances, and slapped her hand away if it was
getting too close.  Either Becky didn't get the hint, or didn't care.

   Meanwhile, Angela was feeling depressed about the reemergence of her
sexual powers, and what that would mean for the rest of her life.  While at
school, she barely talked to anyone, and rarely left her room.  She
imagined living as a hermit, alone so that no one else could get hurt.

   With all of her emotional problems and social anxiety, Angela was
unfocused at school, and her grades reflected it.  She completed her second
semester as a freshman with a 1.7 (C- average).  Uncomfortable with her
social life and feeling trapped and afraid all the time, she decided to
drop out of college to pursue something else.  She couldn't bring herself
to talk to Becky, who still hadn't gotten the hint that she wasn't
interested.

   Instead of making that weird break-up of their non-relationship with
Becky, Angela never enrolled for the next year, and no one from the college
ever heard from her again.  She hoped Becky would be okay.

   Worse than that was the separation from her family.  Angela was ashamed
of herself for dropping out of college, and didn't want to endanger anyone
else with her powers.  After all, if her powers were to get stronger, she
could do to her family what she did to Becky with a brush of her hand.

   Without school loans, Angela needed a job, or else she would have to beg
for money.  She still wanted to live in the city, and apartments weren't
cheap.

   She worked as a waitress at the Red Dolphin Diner, in the city.  It
didn't pay much, but it was enough to get by while she figured out her next
move.  Angela tried to be sweet with the customers, since not only did her
tip depend on it, but they were her only social connection with the world.

   Perhaps it was her good looks, or the sadness in her eyes, but one day a
rough-looking customer was making eyes at her.  She ignored his innuendo
and stares, just trying to get through another workday.

   The man continued to ogle her, but she didn't have the heart to tell him
off.  When he was finished with his meal, she brought him the check "Here's
your check, mister.  You can pay up front", she told him.  He was about 40
years old with rough stubble on his face.  He looked like a trucker.

   The man looked over the receipt a little too quickly, and stopped her
before she could say goodbye and leave, "Hey sweetie, I'm really sorry
about this, but I don't have enough money to pay."

   *You've got to be kidding me,* Angela thought.

   "Maybe there's some other payment I can give you" he leered at her. 
Angela understood his innuendo, and was repulsed by it.

   "Sorry, not interested" she demurely responded.  *Why couldn't he get
the hint?*

   "Oh, I think you are.  A pretty little girl like you needs a man to take
charge, and I don't think you have one in your life" he said, reaching for
her arm.

   Angela didn't realize that the man was trying to touch her until it was
too late.  Fortunately for her, she wore gloves wherever she went, and the
man only grabbed her gloved hand.  Fearing skin to skin contact, she pulled
her arm away and slapped him.

   "Ow!  You little bitch, now you've done it" he growled, before standing
up and grabbing her arms, harder than before.

   "No!  Stop it!" Angela yelled.  Patrons at the diner were now watching,
but no one had intervened yet.

   "She hit me", he yelled to the rest of the diner, "You all saw it. 
Unprovoked.  What kind of place is this?"

   "Please, let me go" Angela pleaded.  She struggled, but he was too
strong.

   "One kiss before I go, payment for the disservice you gave" he said.  He
pulled her in closer to him, wrapping her up in a bear hug.  She was now
pinned against his chest, and couldn't pull away.

   The man tried kissing her on the lips, but she was turning her head, so
he only glanced her cheek.  That touch seemed to ignite his passion,
because he focused on kissing her neck instead.  Angela felt him squeeze
her harder, making it difficult to breathe.  She could feel his erection
through his pants, as his pelvis pressed against hers.

   "Noo" she cried, but he continued to press himself on her.

   A couple seconds later, the man arched backwards and lifted his head up,
as his cock spasmed in orgasm, "Uuhhhh" he moaned.

   The powerful stimulation inside the man loosened his grip, and Angela
was able to push him back into the booth.  By then, a couple bystanders had
come over to help her, and one woman tried to console her.

   "No!  Get away from me!" she yelled, tears in her eyes.

   "Hey, someone call the police" she heard someone say.  Before anyone
could do anything else, Angela ran out the door, and she never came back.

   Before long, Angela came to realize that any job could be dangerous for
her, and that her powers would prevent her from holding a job for too long.

   Behind on her rent and running out of food, Angela was debating going
back home.  Her family had tried contacting her multiple times, but she
only responded with an occasional text to let them know she was alright.

   Depressed, with no one to ease her loneliness, she was watching tv late
at night.  She saw a commercial for a sex hotline, a woman's sultry voice
trying to entice the male viewers.  She watched the commercial with
fascination, as beautiful women in makeup and seductive clothing talked on
a phone.  The women were obviously actors, but they looked happy and
confident.

   Angela continued to think about phone sex, and tried to do her own sexy
voice, "Need some company tonight?  We have dozens of hot...local...women
just dying to be talk dirty to you tonight." She laughed at her own
terrible impersonation.  But it did give her an idea.

   Searching on the internet, Angela found some escort services, and one
caught her eye- Fantasia's Girls.  It had the most professional-looking
website, and some really gorgeous girls.  *Could I be an escort?  I mean,
I'm not all that good with people.  But then again, my powers were really
made for something like this.*

   Unsure of herself, but having no options left, Angela submitted a
picture of herself and a resume to the website.

   It was only a couple days later when she was asked to meet with Miss
Fantasia, the owner of Fantasia Girls.

   "We haf a rot of giwrls here" she started.  Angela was having a hard
time getting past Miss Fantasia's oriental accent.  "I expect you to wok
hawd.  Smile.  Be pweasant.  Give good time.  Can you dew dat?"

   "Uh, yes.  Definitely.  I've worked in the service field for a while, so
I can be attentive" she responded.

   "It more dan dat.  You haf to know what man wants, how to give him what
he wants." Miss Fantasia bounced her eyebrows up and down to show that she
meant sex.

   "Oh, don't worry Miss Fantasia; I don't have any trouble pleasing men."

   Angela was still sitting against her door, remembering all the moments
that had gotten her here.  She knew she had to make a plan; otherwise, she
may not survive the next time Mr.  Dalio sent someone.

   *Should I call the police?  I can tell them that a man attacked me, and
that he ran away.  If they catch the guy, though, will he tell them about
my powers?*

   *I don't think anyone would believe his story, but it might interest
them enough to try to prove him wrong.  Just one touch on my skin is all it
would take.  And as soon as the police know about my ability, I'm sure it
will get out to the newspapers, and then everyone will know.*

   *No, not the police.  But what can I do?  John Dalio is not one to lie
down and take this kind of humiliation.  He won't stop until he gets his
valuables back.*

   *Could I give him the money?  No, that wouldn't be enough for Mr. 
Dalio. And that would only prove my guilt.*

   *I won't turn myself in, either.  Maybe I shouldn't have taken some of
his collectibles, or messed with his computer, but damnit if anyone
deserved it, it was him.  Nobody should treat a girl like that, or renege
on a promise, so I did the only thing I could to get my money.  And after
what he did to get me fired, maybe we were even.  But to send a thug to
hurt me, that's crossing the line.  John Dalio will get what he deserves.
I'll make him pay; eye for an eye.  He wants to hurt me, so I'll hurt him.*

   Angela's bluster soon faded when she went to Mr.  Dalio's house to
confront him.  Before driving up to the gate, she stopped the car to
rethink her plan of intimidation.  Although she had planned to threaten him
with a criminal investigation into her attack, she suddenly didn't want to
go back into that house.

   "Excuse me miss" she heard someone outside her car window say.  She
turned towards the man and...

   *ZZZZZTTT*

   Angela body jerked as she lost control of her muscles.  The burly man
quickly reached in to turn off the ignition, then went to work bringing
Angela out of the car.  The stun gun's paralytic effect lasted only as long
as the man held it, but when he pulled it away, Angela was still feeling
like her muscles were rigid.

   After pulling her out of the vehicle, the man threw a tarp over her and
wrapped her up.  Angela couldn't see anything, and was having a hard time
breathing, so she yelled for help.

   "Quiet, or you get tased again" he said.

   Angela felt herself being thrown over the man's shoulder, too weak to
resist.  From the way she bounced on his shoulder, she knew he was running
somewhere.

   "Please, let me go" she begged.

   "Quiet!" was his only response.

   When she was finally put down on the floor, the tarp was ripped away
from her, revealing Mr.  Dalio's study room.  With a frightened look, she
scanned the room quickly and noted that there were two large men standing
nearby.  They both wore black long sleeved shirts, gloves, pants, and ski
masks.  In fact, the only skin that was showing on them was behind the
holes in the ski mask.

   "Lie down on the floor, and keep your arms behind your back" the man
behind her said.  It sounded like the man at her apartment.

   "Wh-what's going on?" Angela asked.

   "Do it...or I force you down", the man in front replied.  He flicked the
stun gun in his hand on, menacingly.

   Not wanting to go through electrocution again, Angela did as the man
instructed.  After she did so, the other man produced a pair of handcuffs
and cuffed her wrists together.

   "We know about your power, so don't try anything.  If you do, then we
have to hurt you.  Very badly", he added.  Somehow Angela knew that she
wouldn't be able to use her powers to get out of this situation.

   "You don't have to do this.  I'm innocent" Angela said, sitting up.  One
man stayed in front of her, the other behind her.  Both appeared to be
muscular and dangerous.

   "Have you ever been water boarded, Miss Davis?" *No, don't do it,*
Angela thought.  She panicked at the idea of torture.

   "Please, don't torture me.  There's no reason for that" she told them.
Their expressions showed no sympathy.  "I'm just a girl.  You wouldn't do
that."

   "The more you cooperate, the easier it will go, Miss Davis." She heard
something odd behind her, and turned to see the other man with a bucket of
water.  *This was becoming way too real.*

   "Is there anything you want to tell us, or should we begin?" the man in
front asked, laying down the tarp on the carpet.

   *They wouldn't actually torture me, would they?  No way*

   The man in front nodded to the man behind Angela, who grabbed Angela by
her handcuffed arms and pulled her up.  Although Angela was wearing a
three-quarters sleeve shirt that exposed her hands, she knew it would be
hard to touch either man's skin.

   But Angela had to do something, and fast.

   When the man behind her tried to pull her up, Angela did nothing to help
him, forcing him to lift her entire body weight.  To get good leverage, he
had to get close to her back and bend with his knees.  With his attention
preoccupied with lifting her up, she grabbed at his waistline with her left
hand when he lifted her high enough.

   "C'mon, stand up" he yelled at her.  Pulling his waistline towards her
with her left hand, she dove her right hand down his pants, fumbling around
to find any kind of skin.

   The man quickly realized what was going on, and tried to use his hands
to pull her wrists away from his crotch area.  Angela was on her feet now,
trying to find any bare skin.  She made contact with the skin on his leg
and grabbed it, feeling the familiar tingling through her hand.

   To give her some time, and to prevent him from pulling her hands away,
Angela backpedaled into the man.

   "Let go!" she heard someone say, but she kept going.

   By the time Angela and the man hit the wall, he was already cumming. 
She felt him weaken his grip on her, so she kept holding onto him.  With
her left hand, she could easily find his fully erect, spasming cock, so she
grabbed it.

   As the man behind her moaned in orgasm, the man in front who threatened
her before charged at her.  Pinning her man against the wall, she didn't
have anywhere to go.  When he got close, Angela gave a hard push kick with
her right leg against his chest, stopping his momentum.  She continued to
kick at the man with her legs, biding more time.  He seemed surprised that
she landed a front kick to his face, because he gave her more room.

   "You're gonna pay for that, bitch" he growled.  With her hands still
cuffed behind her back and this large man about to hit her, Angela knew she
was in trouble.

   Angela tried to land a right roundhouse kick to the man's head again,
but he blocked it and wrapped his left arm around it, trapping it.  Sensing
a right cross coming, Angela let go of her man's penis and rolled her body
to her left, narrowly avoiding the man's punch.  The punch landed hard on
the other man's face.  Whether from the orgasm, or the punch, the man
behind Angela slumped down unconscious.

   With her leg still trapped, Angela twirled onto the floor, arms
underneath her.  In an instant, the man landed on top of her, and his
weight pinned her firmly to the carpet.

   With his knees on opposite sides of her torso, the man straddled her and
reared up for a punch.  Having nothing to block with, Angela bucked her
hips as hard as she could, lifting the man up a little.  When her hips had
created some space, she rotated her body, so when he came down with his
right hand he only hit the floor.

   Having lifted the man higher towards her chest, Angela used the
opportunity to bring her cuffed hand around her butt.  Since the man was
still pinning one of her arms against the floor, Angela had to roll onto
her knees to free it.

   She felt a powerful smash against her head, knocking it to the side. 
Panicking, she continued to roll while desperately bringing her legs
through her cuffed arms.

   Angela took another glancing blow off her head, bouncing it off the
floor.

   Dazed and fighting for her life, she brought her arms up in front of her
head, trying to block any more blows before going unconscious.  She kicked
out with her legs, creating some space between her and the man.

   With her back on the floor, Angela continued to kick at the man, who was
now standing in front of her, crouched down.

   Before the ringing had stopped in her brain, she felt her legs being
thrown to the side, allowing the man to fall on top of her, on her left
side.  Rolling towards her right to avoid the incoming blows, she felt
tightness on either side of her waist.  Without knowing what was going on,
Angela's waist was now trapped between the man's legs.

   The man, having control of her lower torso, prevented her from rolling
away.  Snaking his right arm across the front of Angela's throat, he put
her in a rear naked chokehold, which would put her to sleep in seconds.

   Only aware that she was being choked, Angela flailed her cuffed hands
about, struggling to remain unconscious.

   Inadvertently, Angela's hands grabbed at the man's mask, pulling it off.
The tightness around Angela's throat increased, and her vision tunneled
before everything went black.

   Jason felt the coolness of fresh air on his face, but continued to
squeeze his big arms around the girl's neck.  Ignoring everything else but
the chokehold, he didn't notice that the side of his face was pressed
against the woman's hair, near the top of her head.

   Jason saw her flailing arms slow down, and eventually drop to the floor.
*Fuckin bitch is finally out,* he thought.

   Jason then became aware of his crotch's close proximity to her ass-
*Wish I could bend this bitch over and teach her a lesson.*

   Forgetting to release his chokehold, Jason imagined plowing this girl's
ass with his dick- *Yeah, you like that, bitch?  Come to daddy.*

   Without realizing it, Jason was subconsciously humping Angela's ass,
lost in the fantasy.  He closed his eyes, fantasizing about the pleasure
this girl's body would give him.

   As Jason continued to hump Angela's unconscious body, his cock was now
rock hard, and his mind was focused on the pleasure he was feeling. 
Loosening his grip, Jason nuzzled against Angela's cheek, producing a
powerful surge of ecstasy that engulfed his mind.

   *Oh fuck, yeah.  Oh...Oh, fuck that's good...*

   "Uuuhhhh" he groaned, cumming in his pants.  He leaned his head back
against the carpet as the waves of orgasm continued.  Resting from the
ordeal of fighting and sex, Jason lost track of time.

   Jason was still coming down from his high when he felt something move on
top of him.  He opened his eyes a little, seeing a woman squirming on top
of him.  It was the kind of thing he liked waking up to.

   *I wonder who she is...What was I doing?  Oh fuck, the girl!*

   The sudden realization of danger hit him, tensing up his body so that he
could react instinctively.

   Instead of fighting, however, Jason felt that familiar surge of bliss
slip into his mind, overriding any thought of resistance.

   Jason fell into that sexual thrill, and never woke up again.

   Angela had to hold onto the man's face with both hands for what felt
like forever before either his brain or his heart gave out, she wasn't sure
which.

   Looking over to the other man, she noticed that he was starting to come
to.  After dealing with the first man, who had almost knocked her out, she
stumbled over to the other one by the wall.

   Pulling off the ski mask, she instantly recognized him as the same man
at her apartment.

   A flash of anger crossed over Angela's face.

   "Please...don't" the man pleaded.  He was trying feebly to push her
away, afraid of what she was going to do next.

   "Shhhh, go to sleep" she told him.  Trying something new, Angela
switched strategies, placing her hands on the guy's rock-hard cock instead
of his face.  This touch instantly filled his underwear with cum, getting
Angela's hands sticky in the process.

   Angela studied the man as she continued holding onto his spasming cock.
Instead of deflating, however, it continued to pulse, expelling all of its
contents until there was nothing left.

   Memories of her recent near-death experiences fueled her rage, keeping
her hands clenched around his penis.  She noticed with cold indifference
that the man was uncontrollably jerking his body, similar to her previous
victim.  It was as if the orgasm continued unabated.  *I wonder what he's
feeling,* she thought.

   The expression on his face was muted, but strong.  Angela wondered if he
knew that his body was going to fail, or if the dopamine in his brain was
disguising that.

   The man stopped moving, obviously dead.  *Oh well, doesn't matter. 
Hmmm, that seemed quicker than the other guy,* she calculated.

   Finding the key to her cuffs, she freed her wrists, which were bruised.
Finding a mirror, she examined the bruises on her face.  *I'm a fucking
mess,* she seethed.

   Finding the first man's phone, she was relieved to find it wasn't
locked. *Now let's see what you're up to.*

   Looking through the recent texts and phone calls, she assumed that the
most recent call (a number she didn't know) and texts were from Mr.  Dalio.
The last text, sent a couple hours ago, simply stated "text me when you get
the information."

   Angela responded in text- "items given to a fencer by the name `Julius'"

   She waited only a minute to get a response- "Can you get the items?"

   "Yes, I can schedule a meet.  Anyone else know about her?"

   "No.  Is she hurt?"

   Angela thought about her response for a minute- "She was resisting"

   The next message took no time at all- "Take care of her" Angela was
shocked.  "Done" she responded, looking up from the phone.

   After dragging the bodies into Mr.  Dalio's bedroom closet, Angela
cleaned up the scene and waited for Mr.  Dalio to show up.  She had already
gone to the security room, where she confirmed that none of the cameras in
the house were on.  Obviously Mr.  Dalio didn't want any evidence that a
kidnapping and murder had occurred at his house.  That's probably why there
weren't any housekeeping staff there today, either.

   It was almost 7pm when she received another text on the dead man's
phone- "Whose car is outside?  Is everything cleaned up?" *Oh shit, I left
my car outside.*

   "Body is taken care of, will take care of car next.  House is clean" was
her response.  She watched through the window as his car pulled up to the
front.

   Hiding behind the front door, she waited until he had closed it.

   "Well I hope-"

   *TZZZZT*

   Mr.  Dalio fell down after Angela plunged the stun gun against his neck.
She continued to zap him, over and over, relishing in his pained
expression. After the third time, his body seemed exhausted.

   "Please" he said in between breaths, "no more"

   "Undress" she commanded him.  He did so slowly, trying to catch his
breath.  His limbs seemed weak, which is exactly how she felt after she was
zapped earlier that day.

   Once he was down to his boxers, she ordered him upstairs, into the
bedroom.  Locking the door behind her, she forced him to sit on the floor
by the other side of the bed.

   "You don't have to do this" he pleaded with her.  "I can pay you
whatever you want!"

   "Who else knows about me?" she asked him.

   "No one" he quickly responded.

   "You know what I can do, don't you?" she asked, sitting on the edge of
the bed in front of him.  She was blocking any egress from his location,
trapping him against the wall.

   "Yes, but please, don't touch me" he said.  He was curled up against the
wall, trying to stay as far from her as possible.  He looked so weak and
pathetic.

   Angela put the stun gun behind her on the bed, but stretched her arms
out in front of her, which was just about the same as stun guns to Mr. 
Dalio.  She saw him eyeing her arms, afraid of her.  But she needed his
help first "Here is your legally registered firearm, Mr.  Dalio" she said,
pulling out a 9mm Glock from under the pillow.  "I want you to shoot your
thug colleagues over there in the heart, execution style."

   Waving him over with the gun, she told Mr.  Dalio where to position the
bodies of the men she killed a few hours earlier.  Once they were propped
up in kneeling positions, side to side, she told Mr.  Dalio to stand in
front of them.

   "Close your eyes, John" she told him.  Once he did so, she undressed
herself until she was only in her bra and panties.  And her gloved right
hand, of course.  She didn't want to leave any prints.

   "Now I want you to listen very carefully- you are going to shoot these
men in the heart, point blank" Angela heard a small whimper come out of Mr.
Dalio, "Don't worry, they are already dead.  I made sure of that" Angela
added, with an angry tone.

   "Once you do that, I will give you a chance to leave, unscathed.  But
first, take the gun in my hand...there you go...and pull the trigger once I
tell you..." Angela put the gun in his right hand, and directed it against
the chest of one of the men.

   "I'm right behind you, so don't try anything, or you'll be dead in
seconds" she said, tracing her left hand on his boxers.  She felt him
shiver.

   "There you go, very good.  Now keep your eyes closed...FIRE"

   A loud bang filled the room, and the dead body of the man slumped
backwards.

   "Oh, geez" Angela said.  After the first body was shot, it fell over,
resulting in the other one falling too.

   "Open your eyes and prop them up again" she told him, keeping her left
hand over his crotch.  She took the gun away from him by grabbing the top
of it.  Once the men were propped again, she had him close his eyes and
take the gun again.

   "Go ahead and shoot the other one in the chest.  Hurry!" she told him.

   *BANG*

   "Good, now throw the gun on the floor and I'll let you-" Before she had
finished, Mr.  Dalio twisted around and pulled the trigger on her, point
blank *click, click*

   "Oh, you sneaky dick" she said, the relief washing over her.  She had
obviously only loaded the gun with two bullets, but she still felt panicked
when the gun was pointed at her.

   "Throw it away" she commanded him, grabbing his arm with her gloved
right hand.  He helped him swing his arm and the gun hit the floor with a
thud.

   "Back over there" she said, ushering him back to the far side of the
bed.

   "Please don't kill me" Mr.  Dalio said.  What a sad old man, Angela
thought.

   "That will be up to you, John"

   "What do you mean?" he asked her.  When they both sat down at their
previous spots, Angela explained what was going to happen "I'm going to
give you a chance to leave with your life, John.  It's the kind of deal I
wish I had, but unfortunately, you tried to have me killed." Angela
furrowed her brow at Mr.  Dalio, but he did not respond.

   "You see, I am in a forgiving mood, so if you complete this one little
task, I'll let you go."

   "Okay, sure, anything you want" he quickly replied.

   Angela chuckled.  "Alright then.  You're gonna need that enthusiasm in a
minute." She gave a dramatic pause.

   "Here's the deal- if you can make me orgasm within ten minutes, you're
free to go."

   Mr.  Dalio was waiting for the other scenario, "And if I can't?"

   "Well, let's cross that bridge when we get there", Angela responded
cheerfully.  She was enjoying this.

   "But, I can't touch you.  That's not fair" Mr.  Dalio appealed to her.

   Angela took off the glove from her right hand and dropped it on the
floor.  "See if that fits" she told him.

   Mr.  Dalio had to stretch the glove a little to make it fit, but it did
cover his whole hand and some of his upper arm.

   "Oh, and one other thing" Angela added, pulling her panties down, "Take
your boxers off."

   Mr.  Dalio pulled his boxers down, revealing a shrunken, wrinkled penis
in the middle of a bush of black and silver pubic hair.  *Oh, that's
gross.*

   Angela took her own panties off, and looked down to her pussy, which was
neatly shaved.  *Much better.*

   While sitting on the edge of the bed, Angela opened her legs wide,
giving Mr.  Dalio as much room to work with as possible.

   "Come closer" she bid him.  She could tell he was wary of her smooth,
toned legs, which could overcome his mind in a matter of seconds.  He
slowly inched his way closer, sensing that he was putting himself inside a
trap.

   "10 minutes.  Then you walk free...  You have my word." Angela said with
finality.

   Mr.  Dalio looked up at Angela, and believed her.

   Angela pulled a phone out from underneath the pillow, and started the
timer at 10 minutes.
09:59

   "Begin" she commanded.

   Mr.  Dalio turned his gloved right hand palm up, sliding it into her
pussy.  *Let's see what you can do, Mr.  Dalio.  The shoe is on the other
foot now.*

   He realized that he couldn't fit his whole hand inside her, so he tried
penetrating with two fingers instead.  Back and forth, Angela felt his hand
sliding in and out.

   She felt a tingle in her nether lips, signaling that blood would soon
engorge the area, making it more sensitive.  She looked over at the phone.
08:43
*I wonder if he knows about the G-spot?* Angela wondered.  *Naw, I bet

he's never had to please a woman before.*

   Angela had masturbated plenty of times, since that was the only way to
get her sexual release.  She knew how she liked to be touched- her favorite
was a vibrator in her pussy while she played with her clitoris.

   *What is he doing?  It's like he's trying to saw me in half.*

   Mr.  Dalio was still doing the same back and forth motion with his hand.
*Probably thinks women want their pussy's penetrated, like a man would do
having sex.  Ugh, how typical.*

   Despite the unskilled motions of the man, the constant stimulation and
movement on her labia and vagina produced an unexpected pleasantness.

   Angela could feel the pleasure rising, slowly, from her genitals.
4:33
*Not much time left.  He's not even halfway where I would be right now

if I was masturbating.*

   Angela leaned back on one elbow, and used her other hand to rub her
clitoris.

   *Mmmmm, that's better.*

   The dual stimulation was gaining traction now.

   "Ohhhh" Angela let out, as a rush of excitement filled her.  She could
definitely cum at this rate.

   Angela wet her finger and continued to work on her clitoris.  She closed
her eyes and continued to moan from pleasure.

   *Oh, shit, how much time is left?* She looked over to the phone, worried
that maybe she would have to let him go 0:34

   *Didn't think so.* She watched the timer go down all the way to 5
seconds before she surreptitiously stopped the timer.  She was enjoying
this too much to let it end now.

   "Keep going" she told him, "Oh...oh" She getting closer now.

   Picking up on her cues, Mr.  Dalio frantically poked and prodded at her
pussy, trying desperately to get her to cum.  He had no idea that the time
had already expired.

   "Oh yeah...oh yeah....uh" she moaned.  The frantic motions were helping
build her up to an orgasm.

   She tensed her legs, feeling the sensations intensify.  She wanted to
buck her hips into that thrusting hand, but kept herself pinned to the bed
so that he could continue to work on her.

   "Oh, fuck me hard...that feels so good" she wailed.  He continued to
ravage her pussy, attacking it like his hand were a cock.

   "That's it...oh...oh...oh....OH" *I'm cumming, I'm cumming.*

   Angela pushed her upper body away from the bed and pulled his hand away.
She looked at him and saw his surprised expression, thinking he had been
cheated.  Immediately, Angela let go of his hand and firmly grabbed the
back of his neck with both hands.  She yanked on his neck, pulling him off
balance towards her.

   As soon as his face landed on her pussy, Angela rubbed her labia on him,
bringing her to full orgasm "OOOOHHHH" she cried, squeezing his head into
her as hard as she could.

   Explosions went off in her mind, lighting up her vision, even though her
eyes were now closed.  Her body softly jerked from the ecstasy, twitching
every which way, as if to express the electrical firings going on in her
brain.  Angela was aware of nothing else than the bliss that held her
captive.

   This continued for another 20 seconds, after which Angela slowly
regained awareness.  Seeing that Mr.  Dalio's head was still trapped in
between her legs, she opened them to release him.  She watched with
cavalier indifference as he slumped over, dead as a doorknob.

   Angela let out a long sigh.

   "Fuck, I needed that" to no one in particular.



   "Police say that Mr.  John Dalio, co-founder of J&D Real Estate, was
found dead in his home this morning when his housekeepers came in for work.
Police have also released the names of two known criminals, Gerald Stano
and Jason Shulman, who were also found dead at John Dalio's estate. 
According to a police statement, the bodies of the two criminals were found
in the bedroom with John Dalio, shot at point blank range with a 9mm pistol
to the chest.  Reports say that the pistol belonged to Mr.  Dalio, although
forensics are currently examining the scene to determine who fired the
pistol, and where the shootings occurred.  Autopsies have been ordered for
all three men to determine cause of death, and there are currently no
suspects."

   Angela sipped her coffee, listening to the news report.  The news was
exactly what she expected to hear, but she still reveled in seeing proper
justice to the men who tried to kill her.  *They deserved what they got.*

   "In other news, a recent drug has surfaced on the streets, which some
are calling, `The Devil's Drug'.  This synthetic designer drug, similar to
bath salts, is known to cause extreme euphoria, followed by paranoia,
agitation, and hallucinations.  In the past 3 weeks, police say they've
encountered several dozen individuals on these drugs, and most of these
people displayed erratic and unpredictable behavior.  This drug is cheap-
with prices as low as $5- so it is expected to flood the markets."

   *Hmmm, an instant high that can addict someone if taken at the right
dose.  Sounds like me.*

   "The drug, whose scientific name is alpha-pyrrolidinopentiophenone, is
also known as `flakka', a local term which refers to a beautiful and
slender woman who charms everyone around her."

   "Wow" Angela said aloud, laughing, "That's too perfect."