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Subject: <500 Words -- "Teasers" by Vickie Tern 1/2
<500 Words -- "Teasers," by Vickie Tern (forty short shorts) 1/2
Here, renumbered as a single file called "Teasers" are the short shorts I
have
previously posted as "Teasers," and "Teasers, Second Series," altogether
forty dramatic monologues sort of based on Robert Browning's. These
suggested Celeste's Current Challenge Competition. Writing them is a
challenge, in a way, since they try to do a lot in not much space, like
newlyweds trapped together in a phone booth. Mine like many of Browning's
set up a situation and then finish with an unexpected revelation. Many
newlyweds have attempted the same, I suspect, sometimes disastrously,
but rarely while trapped in a phone booth.
Nine of these have been selected out, given titles of their own, and
separately
entered posted under the catchall title QUICKIES. If you're in a hurry
and willing to
trust my judgement (I'm not), read those instead of these. But let
Celeste know
which you think is clearly a winner, and why (Celeste801@AOL.COM), so
she'll
reconsider any inclination to award the CCCC Grand Prize to other
contestants. I
regret the need to tell you that others have unfairly tempted her by
submitting good
entries of their own.
If you're under age, kid, scram! Twenty-three skidoo! Take a
powder! Blow! Lam! Don't understand what I'm telling you? I
told you you were too young!
Teasers
by Vickie Tern
i.
"Night, dear. I won't be back till morning, so don't wait up. But
treat yourself to a good time while I'm gone! When I get home I'll
want to know you enjoyed yourself as often as Frank and I did. So
same as last night, be sure to save it where I can see it -- your
jar's still on the nightstand on my side of the bed!"
ii.
"Christ, look at those tits. What a scumbucket she's gonna make!
I bet she'll do three at a time all night long once we get her
trained right! She will for sure when she catches on that whatever
cums into her is all she's ever gonna get to eat or drink! But
right now her holes are so fuckin' tight I can't hardly fit my
fingers into them! Untie her legs and let's get to work. Once
she's stretched out and open she's gonna be worth a fortune to us!"
iii.
"Later on we're both coming back here with men who'll know how to
make us feel glad we're women. So you'd better begin feeling glad
that's what you are right now, Bill, because that's what you are
from now on, until I say otherwise. And I may never say otherwise.
No more whining about how you didn't mean it! Fix your hair and
your lipstick this minute, and take off those pantyhose for God's
sake, and put on something seductive instead, something some real
man with a few drinks in him can get his hands into, and maybe his
cock. Hurry it up! I want us to get started right away on this
new life you seemed to be proposing to me when I saw how you were
dressed this afternoon!"
iv.
"Dad, I want to make you feel good just the same way Mom used to
make you feel good. I used to hear you two together, sometimes.
So stop twisting your wrists on those ropes, and just lean back and
don't say anything."
v.
It'd been years since that night we'd hugged each other goodbye,
bundled up in snow-jackets, so we could scarcely feel each other.
Now here we were hugging each other hello as if no time had passed
at all. Only now it was summer, each of us in only the shortest of
shorts and the thinnest of T-shirts, faint films of perspiration on
our skins from jogging toward the half-way point where we'd agreed
to meet. And now that we'd met, I could feel her breasts pressing
against me as we held each other close. At that same moment she
must have felt mine, because she said in a low voice, "Don, they're
even bigger than when you got mad at me for feeding you those
pills, and we broke up. You know now I was right, don't you?"
vi.
"Now he seems to be masturbating all the time, Alice. It's funny,
he never stops. I really do believe he's been afraid to let go of
it ever since I told him I had no further use for it and mean to
cut it off. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Or maybe I should
just go ahead and do it."
vii.
"Sweet! Sweet, your mouth there! Again! Lovely, oh, so very
delicious! Suck deep sweetheart. Drink as much as you want. It
tastes sweet, I know. Go ahead. From now on I want you to nurse
on me a few times every day, the way I do you. The baby'll still
have plenty when she wakes up."
viii.
"If that woman wants you to wear her collar all the time, all
right, but this is what I want you to wear all the time!"
ix.
She didn't seem at all disappointed, at first. In fact, she just
climbed onto me and straddled me, her knees at my waist and her
pussy just above my crotch, with my cock aimed stiff and straight
at her slit, yearning. Then she lowered herself ever so slightly.
A single bump and grind wiped a pearl of pre-cum off my tip and
back and forth across the lips of her twat. Then with that same
half-smile she began to rub her clit on my raging purple cockhead,
in a teeny circular motion so light I could feel only her warmth
and her moisture, and not even the slightest pressure. I tried to
thrust up into her as best I could, but she rose and fell above me
like a boat with a wave passing under its bow, never pausing as she
diddled herself on my desperately extended cockhead. It was almost
as if the rest of me wasn't there. "Please," I said, finally.
"Please!" My need to cum became intense, then excruciating, and I
lunged at her again. But again she rose, and again I fucked only
the empty air. "Please, Laurel!"
"Not until you promise," she replied in almost a sing-song. "But
now, even if you do promise now, it'll happen only if I feel like
it!"
x.
"For Christ's sake, enough! More than enough! Cut it out! Untie
me!"
"All right, if that's what you want. I'll go get the knife. But
remember later what you just asked me to do!"
xi.
"Oh, is that your safe word you're trying to grunt through that
ball gag? Well, I don't remember any more what word I gave you to
say when you wanted to wimp out. I knew you'd object when I told
you I was turning you over to Carl. But don't worry about it.
Another twenty lashes and that tush of yours'll be so painful
you'll beg me to call Carl in to take care of it for you. He'll
oil it inside and out, and then I'm sure he'll make it feel so good
you won't even notice when I leave to tend to my other clients."
xii.
"Jimmy, this is the third fist fight you've been in this week! I
told you last time, one more and we're going to have the doctor fix
your problem for good! Well that's it! Get your coat, no, get
your sister's coat this time, and put it on while I warm up the car
and make just one phone call!"
xiii.
"Nahh! Mother-son acts were always a novelty, and they don't draw
the crowds like they used to. So after tonight we'll convert some
of the couples we got out on the circuit into mother-daughter acts.
Then we'll see how that goes. No problem, most of 'em have been
fuckin' each other on stage twice a night for so long that chances
are they like it. And when a kid sees what happens to his momma if
he don't go along, he'll agree, even if his momma don't want to beg
for him to agree. We'll tell 'em when they do it we'll let 'em go
after a while, it's their only chance, or somethin'like that. Then
fuck 'em! Later on they'll both be able to pick up extra money lap
dancing, so they'll both come out ahead even after I get my cut."
xiv.
"I felt in her panties while she closed both arms around my neck
and kissed me deeply, so deeply her tongue seemed to reach far back
into my throat. My heart pounded, she was so beautiful, so very
beautiful, and now so passionate too, heated to frenzy with her
hips writhing against me, I never dreamed she'd ever feel this way
about me! My fingers down below felt that she was soaking wet, and
she began to moan. Then when I knew there was no turning back for
either of us, I reached further down to finger her glorious,
glorious pussy, and found there was something in the way!"
xv.
"No, we don't want to make them into just housewives eager to serve
you, though they'll become that gratefully enough after we're
finished with them. We want them to become real sluts on your
behalf, the kind that can't wait for nightfall, so they can go into
the streets to earn for you whatever it was they used to earn when
they were tending to business but also fucking their secretaries,
once too often it would seem. Don't worry! We know how to train
husbands so they'll want to become highly capable housewife whores
who feel proud to serve you, and that's what we'll do, and that's
what they'll become. Any other questions?"
xvi.
"No, not everyone comes out of this machine feeling the same way
about sex they did when we strapped them into it. You won't, for
instance. Not at all, I'm afraid! The Controller told us that
ever since you chose to oppose her in Council, she has been wishing
you had a different perspective. Now you'll have one. You may be
surprised how you'll feel about sex and lots of other things after
this treatment. Aren't we about ready now, Omicron?"
xvii.
"Yes, Bob, you seem perfect for the job, and it's yours if you want
it. But you should understand, it's not quite what you think. You
see, men no longer dominate the wholesale beauty equipment
business. Gay hairdressers prefer to give their business to other
gays, and women beauticians would rather work with other women. So
here's what we propose."
xviii.
"I'm sure that by now you've each noticed that your wives on that
couch over there are sucking and licking and nuzzling each other's
cunts to climax. That's how I've amused myself since I retired
from the stage, getting people to do things like that. Well,
they'vee been at it since this morning, and they're getting pretty
tired after who knows how many orgasms. That's why I told them to
do it in slow motion when you two came by to get them, so I'd have
enough time to prepare you properly. That's done now I think.
Right now more than anything else they need sleep, the poor dears.
They need sleep. Sleep.
Now, I want each of you to concentrate. Concentrate. Just look at
me and concentrate. Yes. Each of you, decide which wife you want
to be for tonight while they sleep, which wife making the other
feel as blissful as your own wives feel right now after spending
the day in each other's arms and pussies. Think about it, then
tell me. Then while you're down here being their replacements,
they can be upstairs getting some real sleep in each other's arms,
maybe even in each other's pussies too if they still feel like it.
Maybe you two also, later on. You'll all four know a lot more
about how to enjoy each other by the end of this weekend."
xix
Hank didn't understand it at all at first, so I had to spell it out
for him. "What good is it going with a fraternity boy," I asked
him, "if there's the whole fraternity there ready to provide a
standard of comparison and the boy I'm dating won't even let me use
it? What's he afraid I'll find out?" So I made him set me up in
his room and then keep them lined up outside my door all night. By
morning I could tell him I'd be happy to accept his pin, because he
was almost as good as most them, and better than some, but mainly
because he was so sweet about helping me satisfy my needs!
xx.
"Of course, if you want to. Here, just do it, I'm ready. That's
it. Does it feel good? Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, here! That's it!
Ahhhh! Now you won't want to patronize any of those other
telephone SPAM numbers ever again will you? Oh! Unh!! Unhh!
Unhhh! Unhhhh! UNHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhh! That was
wonderful. Again? Whatever you say, lover! But now it's your
turn! This time, you bend over for me!"
xxi.
"Oh, you're so scrumptious! You're such a love! Here, let me give
you a big kiss right now, you sweetie! I don't know if any husband
could ever be more considerate, letting me spend all of last night
over at Bill and Joanie's to relieve my...uh...stress because your
mean old thing doesn't ever get hard any more. I know you didn't
want me to go, and that you agreed only after I pleaded with you,
and only out of love for me. I love you too, though not the same
way exactly, not any longer, sweetheart. And here you are sitting
up waiting for me. Well, let me tell you what happened."
"For one thing, I can tell you right now that Bill's cock hardly
ever gets soft! He even managed to push it into my ass, after
maybe three complete round trips into my pussy! What a shame I
never let you stick yours into me there while you still could, a
smaller prick would have been so much easier on me. It happened so
quickly, too -- I was tangled in bedsheets from one of our previous
fucks, who knows which, God was he horny! and I was exhausted, I
couldn't move a muscle. I told him that, and he laughed, and then
slathered stuff on himself and slipped into my rear end as easy as
if he were sliding into my mouth. God, I felt full, so full I
couldn't help but push myself back at him. Then he started pumping
my ass and finger fucking my pussy both at once, and then there was
no stopping either of us! It was a lot better than earlier with
Joanie and that huge dildo she used to loosen me up!"
"But I want you to come with me tonight, so you can know too how
good it feels to have a stiff cock pumping deep into your ass.
Bill thought your mouth and throat might fit him too if you opened
real wide, and I think it will. And you're certainly entitled to
suck up any sloppy seconds you can manage, I think. You *are* my
husband, after all, and it does seem unfair that Bill gets to do
all of our holes when you don't get at any of them. And I don't
care, I'm going to give Joanie back the rest of the pills she gave
me to soften you up until you'd agree to let him fuck me. Then in
a week or so when you can stiffen your cock again, we can all do
each other. I bet we can even have that orgy I wanted last month
when you didn't!"
xxii.
"You're right! I'm sewing you into this corset and brassiere
because I'll want to know you're wearing them every moment you're
out of my sight. Especially when you're at work. Then if you
still want to take those cute little secretaries to those long
lunches at the Starlight Motel, you'll have to explain to them how
come you're dressed the way you are, and I'll have the satisfaction
of knowing they think you're queer."
"They'll think you're queer anyhow, of course. That lipstick I put
on you is permanent, hon. It won't wipe off before you get back to
your office. And by then everyone will want to see it. You see,
I phoned Darlene to be sure to compliment you for deciding finally
to come out of the closet because your new boy friend wants
everyone to know you wear lipstick when you suck his cock. I told
her to be sure everyone at the office knows, so they can
congratulate you too. I doubt many girls will be accepting
luncheon invitations from you from now on. Of course you may hear
from some of the boys, but that I won't mind at all!"
xxiii.
"Yes, Tony, I'd love to go to the Harvest Moon Ball with you again.
But this time I need to ask you something very special. A little
favor? It's this. Would you mind terribly if I go as the guy this
time? I mean, I really look great wearing my brother's tux, you
know? I wore it a few times this summer while you were out of
town, you know? And his sports jackets and other stuff too, trying
out different things? You didn't know? We really need to talk.
Anyhow, I'll want the girls to think I'm a pretty smooth guy when
I first come on to them at the Ball. Don't worry hon, we're still
going steady, I mean to try my luck only with the girls there, not
with the other guys."
"But if I go as the guy, what that means is, you'll have to go as
the girl. As my date, you see? Don't worry, it's no big deal,
I'll fix you up just fine, no one'll hardly know, you'll look just
great! And there'll be lots of guys there, so you're sure to have
a pretty good time too. Who knows, maybe we'll both luck out, you
never know! And something else. You're already my special fella,
right? Well, you are! Would I ask anyone else to do this for me?
But lover, maybe if you look really beautiful, when we get you
dolled up in a really beautiful ball gown and makeup and all, maybe
I'll be able to think you're my special girl too! You never know.
Then you can have me both ways, you'll never need to share me with
anyone. If you love me the way you say, Tony, you'll do this for
me, and you won't give it another thought.
xxiv.
"Charlie, you been working on your forehand? Great game! Yeah, I
saw in the showers, you're right about those scratch marks, all
over your back and shoulders, can't miss 'em, they're gonna be a
real bitch to explain to your wife! That secretary of yours is
really something I guess, a kitten behind her desk and a tiger in
bed. I'll be glad to help you out, Charlie, I really will. You
want me to back you up, tell your wife you got scratched when you
went through a glass partition while we were horsing around, that's
what I'll do. You got it!"
"But it won't work, old buddy. Last week I had a great old time
with that same tiger-kitten of a secretary myself. Jesus, talk
about hot? She never quits, does she? I'd of warned you about
her, but you're married, right, so how should I know you were gonna
get it on with her? Anyhow, when your wife saw those same scratch
marks on my back she wanted to know who the hell made them, and I
told her straight out, hell, she isn't my wife. Well, she got so
mad at me she threw me right out of your bed and all the way out of
your house! So when she sees them on you, she's gonna know right
off where you been, old buddy. You're really up the creek! But if
you really want me to throw you through a glass partition, there's
one right there, and I'm up for it. So it's your move!"
xxv.
"You're cute, Jeff. You really are! For months you keep telling
me how glad I should be to see you, and I keep telling you to go
away, that you're annoying me. But do you listen? You never
listen. There you are, the world's greatest stud, you think, and
I should feel grateful that you want to move in with me!"
"Well, stud, now you've got your wish. Here you are. I'll look in
on you every day to see that your water bowl is filled and to hose
down your cage. If you behave and you're properly respectful
whenever I come down, and you're on your knees with your forehead
on the floor and all, I'll put something in your food bowl too, and
that's a promise. Then maybe in a month we can talk about what you
can do for me, and for any guests I might want to bring down here
to look at you. I'll want them to see for themselves how eager you
are to please me. If you're eager to please them too, and they're
satisfied, no complaints, maybe in six months or a year I'll let
you back into the main house, so you can please us there, and maybe
even get to sleep in a bed again sometimes. But that's up to you.
I've got to go to work now, so think it over! I'll leave the light
on this one time, so you can look around and get used to things."
xxvi.
"Oh, darling, no married couple can ever possibly be as happy as
we're going to be. We'll be lovers and sisters and best friends
all rolled into one, the very dearest of best friends. I'm so
happy you're going to quit your dull old engineering work and take
that job as my receptionist, because now youll be able to spend all
your time thinking about how to look pretty for me, and you can
wear lots of my clothes to work, and we can get rid of all your old
things. We'll share every moment of our lives, all our dreams and
desires, our most intimate secrets, everything! Even our
girlfriends and boy friends, once your special hypnotherapy sessions
finally persuade you that underneath, you're not my boyfriend but
my bisexual girlfriend, the same way I'm yours.
xxvii.
"We were in the same math class, and every morning she wore a
different sweater and a tighter skirt, but there was that same dark
wavy hair, and those same black eyes looking straight into me.
God, she was just beautiful! When she sat down, I swear the seat
kissed her ass. I sure wanted to. Then there were those tits,
floating suspended in mid-air, held up by the curves of her body.
I could never say anything in that class -- there was always a lump
in my throat. And I couldn't volunteer to do problems on the
board, either, because I always had a boner. And I'm a math major,
I know that stuff cold!"
"Well, one day she got back a low grade on a quiz, and I saw my
chance. I hung back until everyone else was gone, and then I got
up enough nerve to ask her if she needed help. You know what she
did? She glanced over at me, and then down at my crotch, and then
back up at me, and she said, 'Sure. I've been watching you, sport!
You want to help me, OK, but I pay you off in advance! So just
take it out right now, that bulge in your pants, and lie down on
the floor, right there. Quick, no hesitation! That's it. Now,
you choose, do I sit on your cock or your face? Just say which,
quick. This offer will expire in ten seconds!' Then she gathered
up her books, and she looked down at me, and she smiled, and she
just waited, and I tried desperately to clear my throat."
xxviii.
"Yes, dear, I heard you, listened to it all, standing here naked
and a little bit chilly I might add. But I really need a shower
now, with all this cum drying on my skin. So you just listen, I'll
be brief. Yes, you came home from that trip early and found your
faithful wife in your very own bed with one guy in her cunt and
another in her ass, and their money on the bureau. Yes, I'm a
whore, I really am, a professional, and I love the work and I've
been doing it for years, whenever you've gone out of town, and I've
got no apologies. And yes, I understand how you got so worked up
when you saw me wriggling those two guys deeper into me, you got so
angry that you accidentally shot your load all over the bedroom
door while you stood there watching us. I know how that is, I've
had lots of tricks get off watching me fuck other guys. And I
appreciate how now you feel you've been cheated, deceived, and you
want to teach me a lesson, make me an example, by putting me out on
the street to earn my keep while you keep all the money I earn!"
"Well, you need to know dear, what's on the bureau, that money,
that's not my money at all. Not even our money. That's Syndicate
money. I'm on annual contract, salary and fringes, medical plan,
retirement benefits, stock options, the whole package, as long as
I meet my quotas and maintain my hourly earnings. So in effect
what you've just done is volunteered to pimp for me. Here's my
cellular phone number, and my beeper number, you'll need them. I
can handle two more Johns this afternoon, and you'll need to book
me four more for tomorrow, so you better get out there right now
and start hustling. Or else tomorrow I'm afraid I'll be looking
for a new husband as well as a new pimp."
"You see, this place is wired, my boss heard everything you just
said. How else do you think he knows I'm one of his best whores?
He doesn't like hearing his girls intimidated, even by their own
husbands. Here, he wants to talk to you now, Curt's his name, he's
the regional director. He wants to motivate you to be one of the
best pimps he's got, now that you know all about me and I can go
full-time. So take the phone, and you'd better listen real good to
what he tells you!"
xxix.
"You sweety! Offering me your husband to keep me company while
you're off on your business trip, because you know I'll miss you?
What a darling! Of course he'd try to get into my pants whether or
not you arranged it -- he always does try. But this time you'll be
away for weeks! And sweetheart, I don't want him. I don't want
anyone else, now that we've found each other. Just you, my
precious angel, I want you!"
"So what I've done is this. I've already had your hubby picked up
by a guy I know who'll take good care of him the whole time you're
gone. He's probably already chained up and begun his training.
It's pretty severe, but my guy is real good at what he'll do to
your guy. It doesn't matter that your hubby isn't gay now, he will
be after my guy finishes with him, trust me. Inside a week, two at
the outside, your hubby is going to be afraid to go near any woman
for the rest of his life. He'll be afraid to do anything with
anyone except suck cock and get his ass humped. He won't have the
balls, you see. He'll be useless to you from now on, believe
you me. Unless you enjoy watching a man make love to another man,
or to a dildo bigger even than the one you sometimes strap on to
use on me? But once he's trained and busy with his new friends, by
the time you get back, we'll have lots of time to cuddle up to each
other, because there'll be no more worry he might find out about
us. He'll never come between us again!
xxx.
"Bobbie, just look at your room! Panties and bras and blouses and
makeup all over the floor, and yesterday's clean laundry still not
put away! That's terrible! If you can't learn to be a proper girl
and keep your things neat and tidy, I'm going to send you to school
in your boy clothes again, and tell everybody that's what you
really are. Then we'll see if all those guys you've been dating
will want to have anything more to do with you!"
end Teasers 1/2
Vickie Tern@AOL.COM
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