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This little tale is a work of fiction. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.
The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.
Krissie Beavers
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Midas Sophomore Part One - Back In The Saddle
Silence deafened him. Grayness assaulted him. Numbness clasped him tightly. Medi lay back on the bed. The slender Arab was too exhausted to stand any longer, and too jagged up to sleep. His hand found it’s was to his zipper and he freed his brown manhood. As his fingers expertly summoned his meat to life, his mind drifted back to his summer away from school. He smiled as he hardened. He would certainly never be writing this up in a ‘What I Did This Summer’ Essay.
After finishing his finals he had put down a deposit on this apartment and headed to the airport for the long flight back to the Middle East. The US occupation of nearby Iraq was a constant reminder as he was harassed and humiliated at nearly every turn. In New York he had actually been strip searched. And in Rome he had been forced to wait for hours before the slovenly officials finally determined that his baggage contained no explosives.
The stay with his family had been even more tedious than he feared. Not that he had not been away from home before. He had. But he had never been home for the better part of a year, in a different hemisphere, with weather utterly unlike anything he had experienced before. His father, when he had time for his third son, was distant and polite. The winds of change were blowing through his part of the world and minute advantages could be leveraged into enormous profits.
Drinking did occur, but it was done most discretely. Public drunkenness could not be forgiven or forgotten. Lifting the skirts of the willing girl was a gamble, due to the near-tribal composition of his society. And the Western girls in his homeland were no fair sport. Medi’s homeland, being far more proper than the decadent West was, in a word, boring.
It didn’t take Medi long to convince his less than attentive father of a need to visit the European offices in Paris. He quickly settled into the large Arab community in the City of Light. Using it as a base, he was able to step back and forth between the proper Muslim world of the eventual majority in France, and the declining decadent white community. After sating his animal needs with several freely available French women, he became bored. After some thought, he made a game of seducing a young American Marine at the US Embassy. Only the soft Americans would be so stupid as to bend to the Libbers and put women in a position of guarding their Embassy. It took some little while to get her into bed, but he was in no particular hurry. Once there, he used the mind-shattering power of DESTINY to fuck her mindless. Of course, it reset her menstrual cycle. After cutting her off, he took wicked delight in, literally, making her crawl on her belly back to him. He screwed her almost constantly, putting an Arab baby in her white belly, even though she was using birth control. When he grew tired of her, he introduced her to several of his fellow countrymen. From there it wasn’t hard to capture some of her escapades on video tape. When he left France to return to school, he heard something about her having disappeared into the Arab Quarter, and was now absent without leave.
He drifted away from that reverie. With the familiar exhilaration sweeping over his body, Medi felt his seed pump out over his hand onto his belly. At some level he knew his body was rigid and he was curling his toes. Even without DESTINY, he found his orgasms were so much more powerful than they had been. Rather than clean himself, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. He would definitely need to seek out female companionship.
The next several days were filled with the swirl of kick starting the academic experience to life after a summer of diversion. There were advisers to rubber stamp his class choices. Registration was uneventful as he passed a little money here and there to get the teachers he wanted and the class times which would support his life style, rather than defining it. And there were acquaintances and friends to look up, mostly Arab.
His biological urge for sexual relief caused him to visit The Pink Slipper, a notorious “Gentlemen’s Club”. He had not been there since he had impregnated Raven. It was little changed. The garish lighting hid the inherent shabbiness of the place. The deodorizers masked the smell of not so frustrated sex, and the loud music tried to hide the near lack of customers to watch the gyrating young women. He inquired as to whereabouts of Raven. He had to ask several girls before one remembered the Latin beauty. It seems she had gotten herself knocked up. After hanging around for most of the summer, her belly expanding as a bastard child grew inside her, she had gone to California to be with her family. No one knew who the father was.
Remembering his other Freshman projects, he looked in the school’s phone book for Barbie Hall, Tommy’s one-time girl friend. She wasn’t listed anywhere. Nor was Tiffany Dexter, the lanky cowgirl he had picked up in the bar. A call to Hernandez, the pathetic imitation of a Raymond Chandler character led to the answers. Tiffany Dexter was now Tiffany Duff, trucker’s wife. She lived in a run-down trailer court in a desolate part of the state. They were expecting their first baby. Barbie Hall was an exotic dancer, working out of a club near the State Capital’s Army base, turning tricks on the side.
As the fall semester swing into high gear, Medi turned his considerable talents to his school work. By nature a patient man, he put thoughts of American girls and their decadent behavior aside. Of first import was keeping his grades high enough to safeguard his student Visa. He had no desire to be asked to leave just yet.
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As October winds swirled the fallen September leaves, Medi found himself with time to consider the so-called fairer sex. On a whim, Saturday afternoon, he hopped in his van and drove the 100 miles to the State’s Capital. Using directions from the net, he found his way to a run-down part of town surrounding the Army Base. Squatting down in among sheet metal warehouses and shabby trailers, he found Cat O’ Nine, a “gentleman’s club”.
As he pulled into the potholed parking lot, the van pitched and groaned on the jagged surface. He absently wondered why these places always seemed to let their lots run down. In the late afternoon sun, the pink lights were a pitiful attempt to give the one-story building allure and mystery. As with all other such places, Medi purchased his ticket from a big man, complete with frayed white collar and smudged white cuffs. Inside, the exterior’s industrial motif was gone. There was the loud music and the blaring voice of the incomprehensible DJ. The lighting was as low as ever, with all brightness focused on the stage. A scantily clad young girl was gyrating on the stage. As Medi’s eyes adjusted, he could make out a handful of patrons setting around. Most of them were young men with very short hair, obvious GIs.
Selecting an empty table about two rows in, Medi sat down. Almost immediately, a girl was there, asking if he wanted a drink. She wore a tight T-shirt, cut low to expose a modest cleavage. And her tight jeans left little to the imagination. As interesting as her body was, her pockmarked face fell short, an obvious limiter from being on stage. But they had to dress the way they did to compete for tips. He ordered beer, knowing it would be wildly overpriced. She put a napkin down on the cigarette burned table as she left.
Business must have been slow as there was no immediate offer of female companionship. He looked up to the stage, not knowing what to expect. An overweight Hispanic girl, top off but nipples covered with stick-ons, was tiredly working her way through her number. There were no patrons at the stage edge. Even the DJ seemed indifferent, cutting off the CD with abruptness. A pro forma call for applause was met with one of the girls clapping.
Medi’s view of the stage was blocked as the barmaid came back with his $4.75 beer. He gave her a dollar tip and she left. The garbled PA system had mangled the next girl’s name. He looked up to see a thin brunette start into her routine. He sipped his beer as she slowly shed her outer clothes, revealing paste-ons and a tiny G-string. He eventually made out that her name was Gina. He failed to find any interest in her.
Fingers stroking his arm announced a capitalist. His only surprise was that it had taken one of the girls so long. He looked up into the face of the overweight Hispanic girl. In a heavy accent, She was asking him if he wanted a dance. He shook her off without a word. She trudged off, to all appearances carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. If she were trying to earn money, she probably wasn’t doing too well.
Eyes adjusted to the lighting conditions now, he glanced around the room. Returning to her barstool was the Hispanic girl he had declined. He could make out a Black girl and a Blonde. Some part of his mind noted that they had enough skin colors to match up with the likely patrons from the Army Base. The girls looked pretty bored. On a hunch, he got up and walked to the Men’s Room. On his way back he looked the Blonde over. Only then was he certain she was the one he looked for. He felt his manhood stir.
Barbie froze when she saw the slender man come out of the Men’s Room. When he had entered the place, she had not noticed him. But, as he returned to his chair, she became suspicious that he was the Arab who had started her down the path to her current circumstance. As she teetered on her stool, a wave of emotion poured though her. She was angry that this little man had used her and she had shamelessly begged him for more. And she was embarrassed at the reminder of how far she had fallen. She had gone from University Junior to stripper and sometime GI plaything. And, at the core, she sized him up to see if she could part some money from him. Coke was expensive and, although she wasn’t hooked, she felt the need to snort a line.
Medi, setting in his chair, declined to turn and check her out again. He patiently waited until the current dancer was off the stage. And the DJ was announcing to no-one in particular, that ‘Foxy Roxie’ was the next entertainer. And he watched as the blonde, Barbie Hall, stepped up into the lime light.
Barbie, butterflies roiling her stomach, felt as vulnerable as the first time she had gone up on a stage and taken her clothes off for complete strangers. She started into her routine, finding herself stiff and jerky. Perspiring lightly, she managed to get the top of her black tube dress down, showing most of her breasts, including the golden cups over her nipples. As she turned around to show the room, she almost stumbled, looking down into the face of Medi. He was looking up at her, smiling. Her eye quickly picked out the five dollar bill he had put down on the stage. As with the way of things, she then began to dance for him. No other patrons came up, so she oozed out of her dress, showing the almost invisible slinky gold G-string. She danced for him until her set ended.
Medi returned to his chair. He shifted his legs to make room for the manhood stirring in his jeans. One of the other girls was quickly at his side, hopeful that he would settle for them, but he waived her off. He looked expectantly into the shadows off to the left of the stage as the blonde stepped into her flimsy clothes and pulled the top up to cover her breasts.
Barbie could put this off no longer. Looking neither right nor left, she made her way straight to his table. He made it even worse by looking her in the eye the entire way. She was torn between modestly looking away and looking at him in the way of her new profession. As she got to his table, he pushed a chair out, across the table from his own. Ignoring it, she slid into a chair next to his. She swallowed, not knowing quite what to say. She had known him from before, but the circumstances were far different now. And the standard spiel she normally launched into seemed so demeaning.
He tried to hide his smirk as she slid her hands into his. They were much warmer than his. He watched as she smiled, one that seemed genuine. She suddenly looked down. He broke the ice by squeezing her hands reassuringly and said hi to her.
Looking back up at him, she found some words. “How did you ever wind up here? You are the last person I ever excepted to see in here.”
He laughed. His eyes were traveling down her throat to the breasts straining against the thin black material. “That was supposed to be my line. What are you doing here?” He was beginning to stroke her arms and she leaned closer to him.
She pulled a hand back and brushed back her blonde hair. “Well, it’s a long boring story.” It was one she had no desire to really tell. After her incomprehensible loss of sexual control that afternoon, she had fucked him several times. And then she had been led like a bitch in heat back into the bar. He had introduced her to a couple of truckers, whom she had proceeded to fuck several times out in the parking lot. She never objected when they took her to a house, beyond the fringe of the town. She had fucked them madly several more times before she began to run down. Stinking of sex and pussy and ass too raw to take a man again, she asked to be taken home. But they had laughed and locked her in an upstairs bedroom. Deprived of clothes, with only the bedding material, the wind-swept prairie was particularly uninviting. Despite her attempts to dissuade them, they forced their attentions on her for several more days, taking all of her holes. Only when they went to work on Monday was she able to escape.
She must have looked a frightful mess when she was picked up, walking down the road by a County Mountie. She had refused his entreaties to tell what had happened, demanding to be taken back to the dorms. Instead she had been taken to the station house. Wrapped only in a blanket, setting in a chair, she had been forced to endure a series of questions regarding her disappearance. The Sheriff’s office eventually put it down to yet another coed getting herself into a gang bang. Eventually she was taken back to the dorms.
Her notoriety only increased. From her roommate, to other friends, to her parents, everyone wanted to know where she had been. They didn’t have to ask her what she had been doing, it was too obvious. Once Tommy figured it out, he was out of her life. And it seemed like she had become the object of every male on the campus. A succession of them refused to take no for an answer and relieved themselves in her. She found herself taking up with a guy who hung around the campus. At some level she knew he was involved in drugs. When he decided to relocate to the State Capital, she had gone with him, forsaking her school. He was the one who got her the job at Cat O’ Nine. Under his pressure, she began to give the odd blow job for patrons. At some point Neil got busted for drugs. She moved in with two other girls from the club and, in order to support herself, turned to hustling the GIs, sometimes taking them to the trailer for a night of debauchery if they had enough money.
“Well, as long as you are happy.” But she wasn’t. At first her liberation had been fun and exciting. But it was turning to long, hard work. It often meant getting home sometime before dawn and sleeping until late afternoon. She had virtually no real social life and few friends outside of her immediate circle of women engaged in her line of work. And she needed to be careful of STDs and the cops. But the cops were not such a worry anymore, not since Danny had fixed it.
Medi started to get up. He let himself be pulled back down into his chair by her surprisingly strong grip. He could smell her strong perfume. “Is there something else Barbie? It’s getting late and I really don’t like to drive that highway in the dark.
She smiled her best smile at him. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to talk over old times. After all, I get off in about an hour and a half.” She had leaned forward far enough to press her breast into his arm. She no longer cared what he thought of her. She was wondering how much she could get out of this oily little Arab. She could see him hesitate. “Maybe we could go outside and talk for a few minutes, okay?” She knew Danny wouldn’t mind, as long as he got his cut.
Medi could fully feel the effects of DESTINY, having taken it a few minutes before in the men’s room. His cock was rock hard. “Are you sure. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble or anything. I can come back some other time, if you want.”
Barbie knew the first rule of a prostitute. Once you’ve got them in hand, don’t give them time or opportunity to think, not until you had the money put away. “No, it will be okay, honest. Why don’t you give me a minute to go get my coat, okay?” As she got up, she gave him a broad smile. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” He nodded something and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and dashed into the back. The other girls knew to leave her prey alone. Once in the back, she stripped out of her tube dress. Wrapping on a knee length coat she quickly went back into the main room. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw him just starting to get up.
Medi found her glued to his side as they stepped to the door. He waited as she hurriedly said something to the doorman and then stepped out into the brisk gloom with her. He steered her to his van. He made to open the passenger door, but she touched the cargo door handle and stroked his hand. Medi, his manhood rigid, unlocked the door and she oozed into the back. If she were surprised at the imitation bear rug over the mattress, she said not a word. He slid in and closed the door.
“Medi, there’s just a little something I need from you.” She had opened her coat and took his hand. It was ice cold as she steered it to her naked breast. She leaned forward and kissed his neck. As he played with her nipple, she tried again. “Baby, I need a little present from you, okay? I have to pay my boss from my take. If I don’t give him something for my time out here, I could loose my job. She was also searching for his cock with her other hand and she held him against her breast. He wanted to know how much and she asked him how much he had. They settled on $100, more than she could have hoped for, under the circumstances. She had reached into her purse for a rubber, but he talked her out of it, for another $50.
With that she reached down and unzipped his jeans. She leaned down and kissed his cock. He hadn’t been wearing and underwear. Taking him in her hand, they adjusted themselves. He lay back and she stretched out her body against his legs. Her tongue, far more expertise than it had been six months ago, lavished attention on his hole. She felt him tremble with desire and she tasted his precum as she took him in her mouth. Holding him tightly at the base of his manhood, she put a lip-lock on him and began to bob up and down on his smallish cock. She felt his fingers wrap themselves in her hair. For her own pleasure, she reached down and began to rub her clit.
Medi felt himself getting close. Rather than waste his seed in her mouth, he pulled her face back. She turned over easily enough and he covered her body with his, sliding down between her legs. His throbbing cock found itself pushing against slick fabric, nudging her female heat. He pushed against it until her hand snaked between their bodies and took him. She pushed the thin, wet fabric aside and he was pushing against her other lips. With a single push, he was inside her and she moaned. Remembering their last time, she wasn’t nearly as tight as she had been.
Barbie rotated her hips to get his small cock into her pussy, and kept it their by wrapping her legs around his waist. With luck she could keep him here the rest of the evening. There was no telling how much more money she could squeeze out of him. As his piston rose and fell inside her, she pushed back against him, making the little animal noises that seemed to so excite men. She wasn’t very surprised when he sudden did a stutter step with his thrusting and stiffened. Boys were really so quick. She was preparing to put on a real show for him when she was swept away.
As Medi forced his Arab sperm into her white belly he could tell when her acting turned to genuine passion. Suddenly she was undulating her hot body against his, her legs around him like a vise and her arms in a death lock around his neck. He didn’t mind it as she bit into his shoulder. At first her sounds were muffled, and then she could hold back no more and she began an audible moan of pleasure. Even though he was nearly spent, he continued to pump into her and she gripped him even more tightly. Her moans had transformed into whimpers of pleasure as she coaxed the last cum out of him.
The van was no longer moving. And her animal sounds had been replaced by the heavy breathing of them both. It had been a long time since she had experienced a series of orgasms as intense as the one she had just experienced. For some little time she had kept herself wrapped around him, forestalling the time when his depleted manhood would slip out of her sex starved hole. Putting off that final moment of abandonment, she made no move to adjust her body to a more comfortable position, trading her desire to breath easily with a wanton desire to have him again. Only when he made a third effort to disentangle himself, did she let him loose.
When he plopped out, she pulled the G-string over her gaping hole and rewrapped the fir-trimmed coat over her otherwise sweaty, naked body. She reluctantly let him zip up his pants, wanting her lower lips to taste him yet again. Hopefully, she ran her hand over his crotch, but there was no sign of life there.
Medi, his mission accomplished, let her cuddle with him for a short time. Then he mentioned that she probably needed to get back inside so as not to get into trouble. She denied that there was any problem with that, but he insisted that they needed to return. After another period of hugging, and an attempt by her to kiss him which he thwarted, did he open the cargo door to the chilly air. Night had fallen as they walked back to the garish lights of the club. Inside the door she hugged him again, stroking his manhood again, but he wasn’t going to waste anymore on her.
Barbie was determined to spend the remainder of her shift with Medi, but Danny was suddenly at her side. She thought the greedy bastard was there to get his cut, but he was telling her that she had one of her special chores to perform. One of the ways in which Danny kept the cops from bothering him was to let the watch officers take their pick of the girls working their shift. And Barbie had been a particular favorite of Reggie.
Barbie turned to Medi and promised him that she would be back in a few minutes and they could go get something to eat together. At this point she really didn’t care if she got any more money out of him. She marveled at the way he had made her cum and she wanted more. Keeping Danny happy warred with her own lust for Medi’s cock. But her mercenary heart won out. She gave him a peck on the cheek and a gentle squeeze to his nuts, and ducked into the back. After cleaning herself up and putting on more perfume, she slipped into a silver sheath dress and put on some 6” heels. Going back out, she turned her considerable charms to Reggie, and soon led him to a special room.
Only after sucking him for a while, and riding his big black cock, was she able to satisfy his desire for a piece of blonde ass. When she rushed back to the main room, Medi was gone. She waited around for quite a while, hoping he would turn back up. But he never did. She never really got over the orgasms she had with him. And, try though she might, she was never able to duplicate them again.
Barbie was surprised, the next day, that she had entered her period. Being on the pill, she thought she didn’t have to worry about it. Two weeks later a young Hispanic soldier paid enough extra to fuck her without a rubber, bareback he called it. In the process, he put a brown baby in her white belly. Over the next several days, three other GI’s rode her. It would be another three months before she could confirm she was carrying someone’s child.