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    A Cinderella Story
    Copyright 2007-2009 Severe Productions Ltd. All rights reserved.
    Intended for adults only. TS.Severe@gmail.com

Please note that you should read "Cinderella 1" (chapters 1-7
complete) and "Cinderella 1.5" (1 chapter complete) before continuing
past this point. Please see my blog at: http://severeutopia.blogspot.com/
for additional information and my website at http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
for additional stories by TSSevere and other imaginary people who live
in my brain. Thanks -rache

PS - This chapter is being posted to ASSM a little early just to be a
teaser, additional chapters will follow soon. I'm just in a mood and
the chapter will stand by itself anyway, if it really has to.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    A Cinderella Story
    By T.S.Severe

    Cinderella 2 - Chapter 1



        "No. Uh-uh." I shook my head, gushing happiness and trying not
to wince at the continuous strobe of a hundred flashbulbs. "I didn't
expect this at all. It's just amazing and I'm having such a good time
tonight."

        "Thanks Cindy," Tyra said, gushing more than a little
excitement herself. She was doing post-awards interviews for the
Fashion Channel and she was good at it..

        "My pleasure," I said, sharing the obligatory kiss on the
cheek for the cameras. I held up one of my three awards for the
cameras, Model of the Year which was the biggest in terms of prestige,
and stepped to the side. More photos in front of the MTV Fashion
Awards logo while Tyra grabbed Amanda Richardson for her five minutes.
I breathed a sigh of relief when Sofia arrived to hold my hand.

        "Do I have to lug this thing around all night?" I asked her
and the small blonde laughed. That trophy hadn't seemed to weigh
anything when they'd given it to me, but now...

        "Pretty much," she said. "Come on, Madonna's been waiting to
meet you. I think she wants to give you a ride to Johnny Depp's
party."

        "Fuckin' Madonna," I sighed.

        "What?" Sofia glanced at me and I shook my head. It was a
long, slow walk because I was stopping every ten feet to be kissed and
congratulated, to pose for a camera and pretend like I was best
friends with people I barely knew. That was the job though, as I'd
long since learned, and I was working hard.

        "Cindy!" Barry Bedis fell into step beside me, or tried to as
we made our way through the crowded backstage. He was a reporter for
Rolling Stone and a total fag.

        "I'm not talking to you anymore, Barry," I said, smiling and
waving at someone else. "You made me very angry."

        "What? Baby! Why?" he pouted, trying to look like he was the
victim.

        "You said I have a dick." I rolled my eyes. "Mr. Goethe wanted
to sue you."

        "No!" He looked shocked.

        "Sofia wanted castrate you," I sighed and then smiled
brightly. "Hi! You look gorgeous!"

        "I still do." Sofia looked at him over her shoulder while I
played kissy face with Milla Jovovich. I'd partied with her before and
Milla was a lot more fun in person. I kinda thought her movies sucked.

        "But you do have a dick!" Barry laughed as we journeyed on.

        "I have an enlarged clitoris," I told him. "Three Swiss
doctors and the Mayo Clinic say so."

        "You fucked me in the ass, Cindy," he said. "I don't need a
doctor to tell me I was shitting sperm the next morning."

        "And you tried to fuck me back," I said, veering to the left
as I saw Paris Hilton stumbling towards me. I suddenly wished I'd kept
my bodyguards closer. I hate drunken wanna-be poseurs and Paris was
even worse than her sister. "Who invited her?" I wondered and Sofia
just rolled her eyes.

        "You got a retraction!" Barry waved his hand at me. "Besides,
it didn't hurt you tonight, did it? Cover of the Year, Best New
Talent, and Model of the Year? You should get down on your knees and
thank me, Cindy."

        "I thought you liked it on your knees," I told him and then
one of Madonna's security guys put a huge black hand in the middle of
Barry's scrawny chest.

        "I'm with Cindy!" he protested, but that wasn't going to work
and I was glad to be rid of the man. He'd been a good lay, but boring
as hell afterwards.

        "Find me some water, would you?" I asked Sofia as Madonna
started getting up to welcome me. "I'm dying."

        "Anything else?" my assistant wondered.

        "A handgun for my headache," I whispered and then I forced
myself to smile and hold up my award as a dozen flashbulbs went off
all at once.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "Next year," I decided, "I'm going to do the video thing, like
Bono and those guys."

        U2 had played live via satellite from Tokyo or someplace,
being in the middle of their world tour. I wished I was in Japan. I
hated award shows and after just over a year of modeling, I was
getting pretty cynical about the whole thing. Doing photo-shoots and
having my picture taken was one thing, that was the easy part of my
job; being famous was much harder.

        "Hmmm..." Sofia nodded, looking through her organizer as we sat
in the back of the limo. It was three in the morning and we'd left the
party early.

        "Video is good," Wolfgang said, glancing at Eva and she
nodded.

        "Ja," the woman agreed. "We stay home next time. Much safer."

        "Shut-up," I giggled. They were my beautiful angels, my
bodyguards, and something of a mystery. Wolfgang and Eva had just
shown up at a cabaret in Berlin one night, crashing a very private
party and asking for a job. More or less.

        "I've got a car picking us up at three tomorrow," Sofia said.
"Our flight leaves at seven, two hours in New York and then Paris at
nine."

        "Nine what?"

        "Morning. Paris time," Sofia said. "We're on location at
four."

        "I'm going to be dead," I snorted.

        "You'll be fine." Sofia said absently. "Do you want anything
before we leave LA?"

        "Sleep," I said, smiling and sinking low in the seat. "Hey!
Where's what's-his-face?"

        I sat up suddenly, looking around. Wolfgang glanced at Eva and
she gave him a blank look before picking up the handset to talk to the
driver. Sofia looked up from her organizer.

        "You mean Jess?" she asked me.

        "He's not in the front," Eva said, giving me a small shrug.

        "Great," I sighed. "We left without my boyfriend?"

        "He was behind me," Wolfgang frowned.

        "This'll be good," Sofia shook her head and went back to work,
flicking her stylus at the screen with a soft ticking sound.

        "I lose more boyfriends," I sighed theatrically.

        "Eva, take us to the Beverly Wilshire," Sofia said and then
looked at me. "You can't show up without Jess."

        "Hmph." I shrugged, watching as Eva told the driver to take us
to the other hotel. I wasn't sure how many different hotels Sofia had
booked for me, but she always had an escape plan. Who would have
guessed being a supermodel could be so complicated?


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        We had to spend an hour at the airport. Waiting. I was always
waiting it seemed like and sometimes this life could be amazingly
boring. More than sometimes, actually.

        "I wish it was over."

        "What was that? Cindy? Are you paying attention, we'll have
just two days in Paris before we have to be in Florence for the Dino
Marcus show. Cindy? Are you listening..."

        Mr. Goethe was talking to me, looking very chic in his silk
suit and ponytail. For being old like he was, the man was sexy as
hell, but I think most of that was just because he was so totally
unavailable. So far as I'd been able to tell, he had no interest in
sex. None. Not with me, not with anyone else. Not even little boys,
which was the most popular rumor about him. It was weird. He was a
hell of an agent though and he knew everything about everything in the
fashion business. I'd been lucky to get him and I knew it, but the
fact was that I didn't believe in luck. Not anymore and only because
I'd had way too much of it.

        Someone was pulling some strings for me. Or pulling mine
maybe.

        "Would you like more champagne, Cindy?"

        Sofia was already filling my glass and that was her job. Not
to tend bar, but to make sure that whatever I wanted was there. She'd
found me, I hadn't been looking for her. I didn't even know I was
supposed to have an assistant until she was working for me. After a
week, I couldn't imagine not having her. Nearly a year later, Sofia
wasn't just my right hand; she was my best friend as well. I'd have
gone crazy without her.

        "Thanks." I picked up the glass and she gave me a little smile
and went back to her organizer, filling in the blanks with Mr. Goethe.

        I took her picture, just because Sofia was so pretty. Not
beautiful, nothing like that, but pretty in a secret way. The way
Evelyn had been pretty and maybe that was why I liked the woman so
much. Otherwise, they weren't very much alike. Sofia had blonde hair
to her shoulders and bright green eyes, a fresh open face like the
girl next door, and she was a complete workaholic. The girl never
stopped and I had to get mad before she'd take a day off.

        My little Minolta was brand new, a gift from someone and I
didn't know who, but I liked it. I took Mr. Goethe's picture, asking
him to say cheese, and he ignored me completely. I aimed it at the
bartender, a handsome young man who was making a wonderful show of
being unimpressed in the hopes of impressing me. I shot the waitress,
who had been equally wonderful at letting Sofia know she was available
if I should want something a little more intimate than the bottle of
Cristal she'd delivered.

        I wasn't the only one with a camera either. The opaque glass
opened as another VIP arrived to await his flight and there followed a
chorus of shouts.

        "Cindy!" ... "Over Here!" ... "Hey Cindy!" ... "Fire! Fire!"

        The paparazzi had found us. The hungry, homeless shadows
without soul. The appetite without teeth. They were the useless and
reflected precisely what I'd become. I wondered sometimes at how
boring the world must truly be if what I was doing could possibly be
of interest to anyone.

        There were others in the lounge, a dozen perhaps, sitting
alone or in twos and threes. A banker and his mistress, I thought; a
lawyer or two, a political, a diplomat and his assistant. I made up
roles for them based on their dress and manners. I'm sure I was wrong
in most cases, but it was something to do while we waited. And that
man, the unshaven one, he was a predator and I turned from his dark
eyes instinctively. The woman too, thin like an aesthetic, who was
sitting apart from him at the bar. But they were together, Wolfgang
and Eva, staring at me as I raised my camera.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        The jet was too loud, too cold, too small. We were always
flying, it seemed. We waited to fly and flying was just waiting to
land. It made no sense and I tried not to think about it.

        "Cindy! What a pleasure to fly with you again!" One of the
flight attendants said to me, but I didn't remember her.

        "Fuck off," I whispered. What a pleasure to wait with you
again. That's what she should have said. I might have smiled at her
then.

        She looked tired, with too much make-up, and her English was
thickly accented, even for a German. I ignored her and everything
else, just wanting this to be done with. I knew what it was, why I was
being so moody all of a sudden. New York did that to me, even if it
was just a two hour layover. I was going back to my unfinished life.
At least the flight attendant was leaving us finally, greeting someone
else she'd waited with perhaps, but probably not.

        "Here." Sofia opened some pills, giving me a couple Valium
because I was being so mean to everyone. She pressed them into my hand
and reached into her carry-on for a bottle of Evian.

        They'd probably put me to sleep for most of the cross-country
flight. That would help, maybe, or at least give Sofia and Mr. Goethe
some time alone to talk about me. I didn't want to sleep though.

        "No." I shook my head and spit the pills from my mouth. "No!
Leave me alone now. Get the hell away from me!"

        I shrugged off Mr. Goethe's hand and Sofia knew better. She
moved to another seat, next to a window. After a moment Mr. Goethe
moved to join her and I was left sitting alone in the center of the
first row of first class. Everything was as it should be and I could
almost relax. Most of the other first class passengers had gone up to
the lounge and I was happy to be rid of them.

        *flash*

        It's painful to be flashed by a camera when you don't expect
it. The man was a photographer, of course, someone industrious and
inventive enough to somehow reach me at a vulnerable moment. I was
frightened by it, which sounds silly, but I was, and angered by the
intrusion. My life had become a rude thing and I would have been glad
to be rid of it right then. Other times, in other places, I wouldn't
have cared. I might even have smiled for the guy, since he was just
trying to do his job. Mostly I tried to cut people some slack, but not
just then and that was too bad for him.

        Eva, the willowy blonde with pale skin and vampire eyes, my
avenging angel, reached him first. The man was unlucky that way,
because she went not for the camera, but for his balls. The girl
ripped at them viciously through his khaki trousers, the way she was
trained, I suppose. It was bad luck too that she was behind him,
pulling the man backwards by his crotch into the aisle and off-
balance. That made it much easier for Wolfgang, my wolf in the fold,
to punch the man's unprotected face.

        The violence frightened me, the way it always does, but
there's something exciting about it too. They beat the man while
everyone else watched, while I watched, until a few seconds later when
a woman near the back finally found the wits to scream. It was the
flight attendant. She wasn't so happy anymore. Not smiling so much.
The man, the photographer, was bleeding and trying to curl up into a
small harmless ball, while Eva and Wolfgang tried to kill him before
they were stopped. It was an interesting thing and I didn't say a
word.

        "Enough!" Mr. Goethe shouted. He was white as a sheet, ghostly
as the clouds through which we soared. "Get the film and get him out
of here."

        They did as they were told, with more kicking and some verbal
abuse. Eva and Wolfgang swore at the man as he crawled back, through
the doorway into business class. Eva threw his camera at him, empty
and harmless with the lens cracked and splintered. They were breathing
heavily, like everyone else, my two bodyguards, but they were happy
too and smiling at each other. They looked like they were going to
fuck right then and there. It must be a curious thing to be so
satisfied by violence, I thought. I was shaking with the adrenaline
rushing through me and suddenly glad it was over.

        "It'll be in the papers," Sofia predicted and Mr. Goethe was
nodding, already making a list of people to call. "We have to protect
her..."

        "I know," Mr. Goethe reached for the air phone. "I'll call New
York and..." I didn't listen to much more than that.

        This kind of thing didn't happen often, obviously, and it was
going to cost me a lot of money, I was sure. Whoever that guy was,
he'd just won the lottery and would step off the plane in New York
with a check and a story about some really bad turbulence. Eva and
Wolfgang would have to avoid Mr. Goethe for awhile. He hated writing
checks.

        "Sit with me," I said quietly to them.

        Eva sat down to my left and Wolfgang paused, perhaps thinking
I was upset, but finally sat in the seat to my right. The flight
attendants, and there were three of them now, were talking with Mr.
Goethe and Sofia. The other passengers, the three or four still seated
with us in first class, were talking as well, whispering amongst each
other and glancing at us nervously. It was kind of enjoyable, now that
it was over. At least I wasn't so bored anymore.

        "You have blood..." I looked at Wolfgang, "...just there." There
were crimson spatters from the photographer's nose that had landed on
Wolfgang's forearm.

        "I should clean up." He made a motion as if to rise, but I
stopped him.

        "I'd like to talk first," I said, but that sounded like a
demand and I frowned, softening. "Please?"

        "Of course, Cindy," Eva answered for both of them, and her
English, although somewhat limited, had that formal quality I've
always found amusing in foreigners. Wolfgang's was much better, but he
only offered a small shrug as he used a handkerchief to wipe the blood
from his skin, wetting it first with his tongue.

        He was like a handsome rogue, a pirate maybe, with his long
brown hair and quick brown eyes. The man wasn't large, not even very
tall, but he was exceptionally fit. They both were and I enjoyed those
special occasions when I could see them undressed and admire their
bodies. At that moment he was wearing Armani, like Eva, a casual suit
in black linen. Eva had a skirt of course, worn fashionably short, and
her blouse was red beneath her blazer. Wolfgang's shirt was white,
with the cuffs rolled up after removing his coat shortly after take-
off. They looked like rock stars to me and that was how I preferred to
dress them.

        "What was it like?" I asked them. "Beating that man?"

        I saw Wolfgang's eyes moving, glancing at Eva, and I turned my
head to look at her. They were searching for a reply in each other, I
thought, looking for the right answer when all I wanted was the truth.

        "What do you mean?" Wolfgang's voice was soft, very cultured
and not nearly so guttural as I'd expected him sound at first sight.

        "I don't know," I sighed. "I've never hit anyone. What's it
like?"

        "You wish to beat someone?" Eva asked me and I laughed at her
seriousness.

        "No!" I shook my head, wondering if that was really true or
not. For the moment it was, I decided, and that was enough.

        "It's like sex," Wolfgang said. "The bad sex."

        "The bad sex?" I looked at him.

        "The good sex," he shrugged with a careless smile.

        "Ja." Eva agreed. "The blood is quick. It's very nice."

        "Hmmm..." I smiled at her.

        "You should try," she said and I narrowed my eyes. "Fighting
is like fucking."

        "I think I'd be afraid of fighting someone," I said.

        "Are you afraid to fuck?" she teased me, licking her thin red
lips and she really did look like a vampire.

        Eva was a total Goth and I could easily imagine her ten years
younger, clubbing in Berlin all dressed in black with her face painted
and pierced. I bet she'd been really hot when she was like 17 years
old, the kind of girl Robert had been terrified of, and that made me
smile.

        "The first time?" I asked her. "Yeah. I was scared."

        "But not anymore, ja?" Eva smiled and tilted her face so a
lock of white hair fell across her cobalt eyes. "That is also
fighting. Like you are a virgin again."

        "Is it?" I shook my head with a soft laugh. "I have no idea
what that means."

        "We can teach you," Wolfgang offered.

        "To fight?" I looked at him.

        "Well..." He grinned at Eva and then they both looked at me. "We
already know you can fuck, Cindy."

        "Heh!" I stuck my tongue out at the man. We'd fucked many
times, and always the three of us, or sometimes four, with Sofia
joining in. But Eva and Wolfgang were always together and I wondered
what it would be like to have them one at a time.

        "You are very good at it," Eva said, reaching for my bare
thigh and I wasn't going to stop her.

        "So are you," I told the girl, turning in my seat and reaching
for her.

        I kissed Eva while Wolfgang watched us. I spread my legs as
she slid her hand between my thighs, moving higher beneath my skirt.
No one else could see us, sitting in the front like we were, and the
nice thing about first class is the room. There was more than enough
for us to do whatever we wanted and even if we were caught, I wouldn't
care. People expect that sort of thing from models for some reason,
and maybe with good reason, all things considered.

        "Hmmm..." I sighed into Eva's mouth, shifting in my seat when
her fingers found my cock and balls hidden inside my panties. I was
reaching blindly for Wolfgang at the same time, pressing my own hand
to the lump of manhood trapped in his trousers. He was turned towards
me and running his hands up my waist and then around to cup my
breasts, squeezing them through my blouse as he pressed his face into
my hair.

        This was how it always was with them. I'd find myself in the
middle, being spoiled by their combined attentions. And that was how
one of the flight attendants found us, smiling patiently and holding
dinner menus. She was younger than the one who had greeted me earlier,
prettier too, but obviously wary of my companions and more than a
little intimidated, either by what had happened, or what we were
doing, or maybe just by me.

        "I would like to, uh...say it's a pleasure to meet you, Cindy,"
The woman said softly as I took the menu from her. "I'm not supposed
to do this, but I was wondering, um..." she glanced at Wolfgang
nervously. "Could I have your autograph? For my niece? She would be so
happy if..."

        "Of course. Sure." I nodded, fixing my skirt and I looked at
Eva. "Ask Sofia if she has a picture or something."

        "Thank you." The attendant, whose name was Bette, released the
small breath she'd been holding. "I wanted to be a model, but..."

        "I wanted to be a flight attendant," I told her with a smile.
"No, I really did. I always thought it would be a lot of fun."

        "It is," Bette said, smiling as well now that she was sure I
wasn't teasing her. "But sometimes it can be somewhat boring."

        "You're lucky you're not a model then...Thanks, Eva," I said as
she handed me an 8x10 headshot and a pen. "What's your niece's name?"

        "Anna."

        "For Anna with love, Cindy," I said as I signed the photo.
"There you go."

        "Thank you!" The woman gave me a big smile. "You're even more
beautiful in person, I think."

        "Thanks." I smiled back and Bette was smart enough to leave it
at that. Some people never said goodbye, believe me.

        "Would you two excuse us for a moment?" Sofia said a minute
later and after Eva and Wolfgang were gone she sat down next to me.

        "Is he pissed?" I asked her and Sofia gave me a look as she
retrieved her Monte Blanc pen from my fingers. I'd been doodling on a
napkin and I gave her a small frown of annoyance. I was notorious for
losing Sofia's pens and they were ridiculously expensive.

        "What do you think?" Sofia asked rhetorically. "The senior
flight attendant wanted to have them arrested as soon as we land and
put on a no-fly list."

        "Oh." I frowned, not really knowing what a no-fly list was,
but the way Sofia said it, I figured it couldn't be good.

        "What did Mr. Goethe say?" I asked her.

        "The usual," Sofia said with a smile and sometimes I didn't
completely understand her sense of humor.

        "Okay. What's the usual?"

        "That Cindy chose this airline expecting a level of comfort
and service only Lufthansa can provide, but given the lack of concern
for passenger safety implied by the invasion of her privacy..."

        "Yeah, yeah..." I rolled my eyes, knowing that Sofia was
probably quoting the man word for word. "He's blackmailing them."

        "The airline doesn't want the world's most beautiful woman
telling people she'll never fly Lufthansa again," Sofia agreed. "But
that's only going to work once, Cindy."

        "I'll talk to them," I promised, knowing that was what Mr.
Goethe wanted. Sofia too. Eva and Wolfgang would listen to them, but
they'd obey me.

        "Good." She was satisfied with that.

        "What about the photographer?" I asked. "Is he okay?"

        "Bruised, but nothing broken at least," Sofia shrugged. "The
airline is going to have him arrested."

        "What?" I thought she was joking. "For getting beat up?"

        "Someone has to get arrested, Cindy," Sofia said. "We're not
the only passengers here. The story will get out."

        "Arrested for what?"

        "Criminal trespass," she explained. "He's not a first class
passenger and that's their out for not arresting Eva and Wolfgang."

        "Is that legal?" I wondered and Sofia shrugged.

        "Mr. Goethe thinks it is," she told me. "The airline too,
apparently, so..."

        "I hate being me sometimes," I said with a sigh. The guy had
just been trying to feed his family. Maybe. I sometimes seriously
doubted the paparazzi had families.

        "Don't worry, Cindy. He won't sue," Sofia said,
misunderstanding me and I didn't bother trying to explain. Dinner was
being served anyway.

        "Don't worry," Mr. Goethe said, joining us after dinner. "More
wine? He's not going to sue."

        "Does he know he's going to jail?" I asked a little
sarcastically, watching the man refill my glass.

        "Lufthansa will drop the charges as soon as our flight to
Paris is in the air," he said and then Mr. Goethe was reaching for his
briefcase. "Now...Let's talk business. I have a new schedule. After what
you pulled off at the Fashion Awards, you're rates doubled overnight.
My phone hasn't stopped ringing..."

        It was all very nice, finding out that after winning three of
the biggest awards in the industry, I really was the fairest of them
all. Everybody wanted me and Mr. Goethe had raised my modeling fees
accordingly. I wasn't the highest paid model in the world, but I was
definitely in the top ten now.

        "After Paris I want to take some time off," I said, trying to
make sense of Sofia's color-coded calendar.

        "We're in Florence and then Rome for a week doing Prada," Mr.
Goethe said. "After that, you can have two days..."

        "I was thinking Monte Carlo," Sofia interjected with a smile.

        "...Bavaria for the BMW spots..."

        "I don't like video," I frowned.

        "Commercials are good for your career," Sofia said absently.

        "...First week of May is all Paris," Mr. Goethe continued on.

        "Chanel," Sofia reminded me.

        "I don't like runways either," I pouted.

        "Then a week in Cannes for the film festival..." Mr. Goethe
said. "And back to New York for Vogue, Bazaar, and..."

        "Cosmopolitan," Sofia finished for the man. "I've got a week
open and then June is the Sports Illustrated shoot for next year."

        "I hate that shoot," I sighed.

        "You need that cover," Mr. Goethe said, looking a year down
the road. "Let's get her someplace hot for that week."

        "In May?" Sofia nodded. "Hawaii? It's on the way. The SI shoot
is in Tahiti."

        "Someplace private." Mr. Goethe was filling his calendar.
"Make sure she's brown all over."

        "I'll see if I can get that house on Molokai again," Sofia
agreed. "You liked that place, right?" she asked me, but I was busy
sulking.

        "I want two weeks," I told them. "Alone."

        "Cindy..." Mr. Goethe was shaking his head.

        "August," Sofia pursed her lips at her organizer. "Maybe.
That's a weak month anyway."

        "No," I said. "I need some time right now. I want to stay in
New York."

        "Impossible," Mr. Goethe decided.

        "They're closing the Eiffel Tower for the Moet shoot," Sofia
said. "You can't back out of it."

        "What can I cancel?" I asked them, trying to ignore my
frustration. I hated these meetings and we had them all the time. I'd
never made a single decision about anything.

        "Ummm..." Sofia was looking at her calendar, Mr. Goethe as well
and they came to the same, predictable conclusion. "Nothing."

        "I'm working non-stop until August?" I sat back heavily in my
seat.

        "You have a few days here and there," Sofia protested. "You'll
get some breaks, I promise."

        "Give me a month," I said. "If I have to wait until August, I
want the whole month. Okay?"

        "That's too long." Mr. Goethe frowned.

        "For what, Cindy?" Sofia asked.

        "For me," I told her. "Just one month, please? I've been
working everyday since I started this thing. I'm getting burned out,
you know?"

        "We could, um..." Mr. Goethe sighed.

        "August?" Sofia looked at him. "September is Milan and after
that...She won't get a break. You know that."

        "August," Mr. Goethe agreed reluctantly, looking at me like I
was a spoiled child and I offered the man a smile. One of my ball
breaking smiles too, and I was pleased to see him squirm, but only
slightly. The man might have been human after all, I thought.

        "Good," I said. "I'm going lie down for a little bit."

        "Do you want a pill?" Sofia asked me and I shook my head.

        "No," I told her. "But if you have a teddy bear..."


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "Breaking Up!" I giggled. "With an exclamation point even.
Wow."

        "You shouldn't read that stuff," Sofia said, shaking her head
at me. "Where did you find it?"

        "In the restroom," I told her. "Listen...An unnamed source close
to Broken Window frontman Jessie Robbins confirmed that the rocker and
longtime gal-pal Cindy are having difficulties and may have called
their romance quits...A gal-pal? Is that what I am? God!"

        "Cindy..." Sofia rolled her eyes. She really tried hard to keep
that stuff away from me.

        "Why don't they call him my boy-toy?" I wondered. "And six
months is not a long term relationship!"

        "It is for People Magazine," she said with a laugh. "How old
is that anyway?"

        "Old. Here's a picture of Jess at Depp's party," I held it up.
"Brokenhearted and looking for a ride home after being ditched by
Cindy after the MTV Fashion Awards."

        "It doesn't say that!" Sofia blinked at me and reached for the
magazine but I snatched it away with a giggle.

        "Oh...There I am," I said, shaking my head at the photo of me
holding my award. "They should have used this one for the cover."

        "Who's on the cover?" Sofia asked, even though she was trying
not to be curious. It was kind of her job.

        "Me!" I grinned at her. "An old one though. Me and Jess that
day we went to Catalina." I showed it to her. "You think he's got a
better ass than I do?"

        "Hmmm..." Sofia shrugged, looking at the photo of my boyfriend
and me. It had been taken from behind us while we walked hand-in-hand,
smiling at each other. It was a nice picture, actually and I wouldn't
have minded having the original. Except Jessie wasn't my boyfriend
anymore and that made me frown.

        "You could disagree, you know." I sighed. "Stupid magazine."

        "May I see?" Eva asked me and I tossed it to her. Wolfgang
leaned over to look over the girl's shoulder.

        "Ms. Preston? Your helicopter's ready now," a man said,
talking to Sofia and looking at me. I didn't have a last name. "If
you'll follow me..."

        "About fucking time," I muttered, but that just proves how
spoiled I was. We'd had to wait all of fifteen minutes while they
refueled the helicopter and I wasn't used to waiting for anything.
Sofia hadn't liked it either and she'd raised a little hell with the
charter company, which was always entertaining. Sofia might have been
small and looked like Shirley Temple, but she was tough as nails and I
think she needed the week off as much as I did.

        The house on Molokai was gorgeous, sitting on a tropical
hillside overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The estate was extremely
private, approachable only by helicopter or boat, and renting it for a
week was frightfully expensive. There were no roads, just a mile long
path leading from the house down to the beach, and we had a couple
electric carts in case we didn't feel like walking. It had a swimming
pool of course, but with the ocean right there...

        "No boats," I grinned at Sophia. "I think we lost them."

        "I had them file a flight plan for Kauai," Sofia said. "It
should buy us a couple days."

        "You're sneaky!" I laughed, taking off my robe and I was
completely naked beneath it. "Come on, let's get wet!"

        Sofia was smiling and taking off her own robe, wearing a
barely modest string bikini beneath it. That would come off soon
enough. Wolfgang and Eva were unpacking our picnic basket, which is to
say a rather elaborate lunch complete with shrimp salad, roast
pheasant, and I don't know what all else. The staff that came with the
house was extremely capable, priding themselves on being unseen as
well as unheard. Things seemed to happen by magic, while we weren't
looking, and I'd forgotten how much I liked this place.

        "Cindy! No!" Sofia laughed as I pulled her bottoms down in the
heavy surf, exposing her pretty little sex. She was clean shaven and
pink all over, a very sexy girl once she was naked, and I did love to
play with her.

        "If I gotta get brown all over..." I giggled, tossing the
bottoms towards the beach.

        "I'm going to get a sunburn," Sofia said, backing away from me
as I chased her into deeper water. "So are you!"

        "I've never gotten a sunburn in my life," I said, but that was
only sorta true. Cindy had never gotten a sunburn, but Robert had
always been too sensitive to the sun and it was only one of many
subtle differences between us.

        "Well, you don't need one now," Sofia warned me. "Not with the
SI shoot next...Ohhh! No...Ah!"

        We were both laughing as I caught her, grabbing the cups of
Sofia's bikini top in my fingers and pulling them down to expose her
milky tits. They were nice, not overly large, but pointy with sweet
bubblegum nipples. Sophia's body was small and her hips were too
narrow, almost boyish it seemed to me, but her tight little ass filled
my hands nicely as I pulled her close. The sand was shifting under our
feet and a large wave rolled past without breaking, lifting us for a
few seconds and putting us at the mercy of the undertow.

        Sofia gasped and sputtered happily when we were turned
sideways, still clinging to each other as another wave did break over
our heads. I lost the girl as it drove us towards the beach in a
cascade of foam. I was coughing and giggling, tossing my hair and
blinking my eyes against the salt. Sofia was doing the same, sprawled
like a little blonde mermaid on her butt and elbows a few yards away.
Her top was hopelessly askew and the water receded just enough that I
could see her pussy glistening between her creamy thighs. It was a
delicious pose, sexy and innocent, and I half-crawled, half-surfed
towards her on another wave, letting it push me between her spread
legs.

        "Hey," I said, smiling and a little breathless.

        "Hi." Sofia was biting her bottom lip, a habit of hers that I
loved. She teased me with her green eyes under the bright sun,
inviting me with a shy, come-hither look that couldn't be feigned, or
refused.

        I kissed her and my cock was already hard, the position nearly
perfect and we corrected that soon enough. Sofia reached down to pull
me inside her unbelievably warm sex and I pressed my tits against
hers, exploring her mouth with my tongue while the water rushed around
us. We fucked at a patient, steady pace, neither lazy nor quick, but
eager nonetheless. Her cunt was a nice fit for my cock and the walls
of her sex gripped my flesh with small spasms of excited pleasure.

        My body covered Sofia's and the water would spurt from between
or tummies and breasts as we moved. The girl's hands were on my
shoulders and neck, digging in my wet hair to hold me to her kiss.
Sofia warned me of her orgasm with a deep-throated moan into my mouth
and her knees came up, her heels finding my hips as she pulled me
harder into her pussy. She was shaking and I kissed her face, gasping
at the sweet sensation of Sofia's cunt contracting around me. She
groaned and pressed her open mouth against my shoulder, lifting her
ass to meet my growing urgency.

        I was cumming a moment later, loosing my seed as far inside
the girl as I could. We were frozen, for several moments, both of us
feeling the odd and beautiful sensation of our shared climax. With a
gasp and a giggle, Sofia opened her eyes and then rolled them
playfully, expressing with her face the childish joy that filled her.
I was smiling and letting out the breath I hadn't realized I was
holding. My heart was going fast and I swallowed thickly, nodding my
silent agreement. That brief, wonderful fuck had been something
special and after another soft kiss, Sofia let me go so I could pull
my semi-hard cock from her snug sex.

        "You love the beach, ja?" Eva was holding two glasses of wine
for us as I rolled off Sofia and onto my back.

        "Ja!" I giggled.

        "Thank you," Sofia said, taking her glass and she wasn't going
to be shy, none of us were.

        "There is a beach near Cuxhaven," Eva sighed, sitting in the
water next to me after I'd taken my wine. "Not like this. It is cold
and there are too many rocks."

        "And no waves," Wolfgang said and he'd brought two glasses as
well, handing one to Eva before he sat gracefully on the other side of
Sofia.

        "No waves," Eva agreed.

        "Is that where you're from?" Sofia asked. "That...Cuxhaven?"

        "No," Eva smiled at her. "We are from Berlin."

        "She's from West Berlin," Wolfgang said. "I was born in the
East."

        "Isn't it all one Berlin now?" I asked, kind of teasing the
man as I sipped my wine.

        "It's trying to be," the man said with a shrug.

        "So...you two aren't really related..." Sofia asked slowly, "...are
you?"

        "Sofia!" I laughed at her, but I was curious as well.

        Eva and Wolfgang had talked about themselves once in awhile,
but only in snippets, as if they were dropping hints without really
explaining anything. Sofia and I, and even Mr. Goethe, had all been
too polite to really ask out loud the questions we'd been whispering
amongst ourselves.

        "It is alright," Eva said, reaching behind her and tugging at
the string of her own black bikini.

        We waited, watching as her top came loose, exposing her small,
hard tits and long, dark nipples. Eva tossed it onto the beach behind
us and leaned back to get some sun on her skin. The girl was so white
I could see thin blue veins under her skin, but what really caught my
eye were her muscles. Like Wolfgang, Eva had almost no body fat, she
was all muscle and not like a bodybuilder, but like a serious athlete
might have. She was sleek and lithe and nothing about her was
wasteful. Eva possessed a different sort of sexuality, almost primal,
I thought, and I found myself wanting to lick wine off her washboard
stomach.

        "I was a policeman in Berlin..."

        "Policewoman?" Sofia offered.

        "Ja," Eva nodded agreeably. "That is better. Policewoman. I
was, hmmm...playacting to be a prostitute. Undercover, I think?"

        "Undercover, yeah. So you were like a vice cop," I said.
"Okay."

        "All the vices!" Eva laughed. "Precisely. I was very good for
that because I know how to do it. I have seen it my whole life."

        "I don't understand," Sofia said.

        "Her mother was a whore," Wolfgang said. "Eva grew up in the
brothel where her mother worked."

        "Oh!" Sofia blinked at the girl and Eva was smiling.

        "How did you end up a policewoman?" I wondered.

        "I went to university in Frankfurt," Eva said proudly. "After
I left my mother. It was not so difficult."

        "Eva's very smart," Wolfgang said, trying to explain it. "She
left Berlin and passed the Abitur, um...It's a test. An examination."

        "It is long." Eva made a face. "Difficult, ja?"

        "And after college you joined the police?" I asked and Eva
nodded.

        "In Berlin," she said with a grin. "I like to wear the
uniform, but they make me a whore instead."

        "You were a policeman or something too, right?" Sofia asked
Wolfgang. "Is that how you two met?"

        "No. We didn't know about each other then," he told us. "I was
in Bonn, assigned to GSG-9..."

        "GSG-9?" I shrugged, having no idea what that was supposed to
mean.

        "The German counter-terrorism unit," Wolfgang said and when
that didn't ring any bells, "Have you seen that television show 24?
Jack Bauer?"

        "What? Yeah," I nodded. "I used to watch that."

        "GSG-9 is like that," Wolfgang said.

        "Really?" I asked him.

        "No," Wolfgang said and then he was laughing at the look on my
face.

        "Heh!" Sofia was shaking her head. "So if you were an anti-
terrorism guy in Bonn, and Eva was a vice cop in Berlin...How did you
guys hook up?"

        "Hook up?" Eva looked confused.

        "Meet," Sofia said. "How did you and Wolfgang meet each
other?"

        "Our father," Wolfgang said and that made us blink.

        "Eva really is your sister?" I asked, looking between the two
of them.

        "My half-sister," Wolfgang said, smiling at the girl. "My
father spent a lot of time in West Berlin and he was a lonely man. He
kept a mistress, a working girl. Very young, very...beautiful. Like Eva
herself."

        "I did not know he was my father," Eva said. "But I remember
he was kind to me. He would come often, before the Wall came down, but
after that...No more."

        "Of course, he was married to my mother," Wolfgang continued.
"We knew nothing of his other life."

        "Your mom didn't know he had a mistress?" Sofia asked and
Wolfgang chuckled.

        "My father was Staazi," he said, as if that explained
everything.

        "What's that mean?" I asked him.

        "The East German secret police," Wolfgang said. "Like the old
KGB or the CIA...But more like KGB, you understand?"

        "Oh," I just looked at him, wondering if I was going to
believe that Wolfgang's dad was a spy, but he looked pretty serious
about it.

        "After the Wall came down and Germany was reunified, there was
a big hunt for the men like my father," he explained. "Many people
were angry for what had happened, you see? The Staazi were the
traitors. The collaborators with the communists."

        "What happened to your dad?" Sofia asked.

        "He was hiding for a long time," Wolfgang said. "He worked at
a factory and maybe he thought he would be lucky. Many papers were
lost and destroyed. Many files. I finished my gymnasium and went to
the university. I became a policeman, one of the best. I had no idea
what my father had done for those many years. I'd thought he was a
businessman, you know?"

        "What happened?" I sensed an unhappy ending and the mood had
gotten very somber while Wolfgang spoke.

        "They discovered the truth about him," he shrugged. "More
papers were found. An informant perhaps, something like that. He was
arrested and I was relieved of my duties."

        "They fired you?" Sofia asked him before I could.

        "He's my father and that is Germany," Wolfgang said with a
rueful smile. "We are all suspects anyway, everyone who was born in
the East. I was asked to resign and I asked to see his file, the case
against him. They didn't show me everything, of course, but the Staazi
kept very complete records, especially on their own people. The
details of my father's activities in West Berlin were well documented.
That was how I learned of Eva."

        "So they knew about you." I looked at Eva. "Did you get fired
too?"

        "Nein," Eva shook her head. "No. I was...in another trouble."

        "Eva..." Wolfgang paused, speaking to the girl in German for a
moment before she shrugged and nodded. "She was working undercover for
a long time. Too long. She became addicted to drugs."

        "I would take them sometimes or the men would get suspicious,"
Eva explained. "I think it was okay. I didn't try to do the wrong
thing."

        "An occupational hazard," Wolfgang sighed. "Her handlers, uh...
Eva's superiors, they didn't do their job. They didn't protect her as
they should have."

        "What happened?" I asked her.

        "I was a whore," she said with a soft laugh. "The drugs were
expensive and to pay for them..."

        "You became a real prostitute?" Sofia asked, and Eva was
nodding but Wolfgang was shaking his head.

        "She told the criminals she was police," Wolfgang said. "She
began to work for them, to get information about the investigation."

        "I betrayed my friends," Eva said, looking down at her wine.

        "She was very lucky not to be killed," Wolfgang said, as much
to Eva as anyone else. "She was only trying to survive."

        "Did they catch you?" I asked her.

        "I was not arrested." Eva looked at me. "There was no proof
and I quit. I stopped living."

        "I found her mother and finally found Eva in Hamburg,"
Wolfgang told us. "She was a heroin addict, living in a bad place,
walking the streets. She was like a dog licking up the vomit from the
ground when I found her."

        "Licking up vomit?" I made a face.

        "It sounds better in German," he said with an apologetic
smile.

        "I bet," I looked at Sofia and she just shrugged.

        "Wolfgang saved me," Eva said without smiling.

        "Not so much," Wolfgang smiled at her. "What little I had was
spent to clean Eva and after that...We had no money and no place to
stay. No place to go."

        "What did you do?" Sofia wondered.

        "We did what any good German does when he needs money,"
Wolfgang said.

        "We robbed a Jew," Eva laughed and I just stared at her, Sofia
too.

        "She's only joking," Wolfgang grinned at us. "She has an evil
mind for such things."

        "Well, he was a Jew," Eva said with a shrug.

        "He was a diamond merchant," Wolfgang said.

        "You're criminals?" Sofia asked incredulously.

        "Oh God...If Mr. Goethe finds out about this..." I frowned.

        "Or the papers..." Sofia was ready to go into full tilt crises
mode and I could see the wheels spinning in her head.

        "No," Wolfgang shook his head. "It was three years ago. Nobody
will ever know about it."

        "We needed the money," Eva said. "We were very careful."

        "What about after that?" Sofia looked doubtfully between them.
"You said you were working security for that banker in Munich."

        "You called him right?" I asked Sofia.

        "Of course," she nodded. "I called everyone. I even called
Interpol."

        "You did?" Wolfgang looked amused. "You don't have to worry.
The diamonds gave us more than we needed. After that, we were able to
find work, buy food and clothes."

        "That's good to know," Sofia said with more than a touch of
sarcasm. "You might have said something when we hired you."

        "Our references are good, ja?" Eva asked and that was just
going to piss Sofia off.

        "They're telling us now," I said quickly. "It's alright.
Nobody is going to find out that I have a couple diamond thieves
watching my back."

        "I don't like it," Sofia sniffed.

        "I do," I grinned at her. "Besides, if all my secrets ever got
in the papers? That one wouldn't even make page four. Believe me."

        "I don't want to know," Sofia sighed and I knew she was going
to be okay. She just didn't like surprises, especially after she'd
gone to the trouble of doing a background check on my bodyguards and
finding out it was worthless. That would probably piss off anyone, I
thought.

        "I'm sorry, Sofia," Wolfgang said gently and I grinned as the
man reached for her, ignoring the woman's slight resistance.

        "Don't..." Sofia said, but Wolfgang's hand was on her stomach,
sliding down toward her sex and Sofia wasn't trying to close her legs.

        "I promise..." Wolfgang sighed, smiling as he cupped the
blonde's baby smooth sex beneath the water. "I will never lie to you
again."

        "I said no..." Sofia told him, biting her bottom lip and trying
not to smile.

        "Especially when I tell you..." Wolfgang's words were lost as he
pressed his face into the woman's damp hair, whispering into her ear
and Sofia giggled.

        "I like to watch him when he is like this," Eva told me and I
turned away from them just as Wolfgang's mouth found Sofia's. "I used
to think he is the devil, ja?"

        "Wolfgang?" I smiled at the girl and my cock was stiffening at
the scene unfolding before us. "I can see that. How did you become
lovers? I mean...Isn't it kind of weird being his sister and
everything?"

        "He is the only man I have loved," Eva said softly, watching
me with those intensely blue eyes of hers. "He loves me as well, so...
Must such a thing always be wrong?"

        "I don't know," I told her truthfully and then smiled. "Hey.
You should put some lotion on before you burn."

        "Ja," she agreed, standing slowly and holding out her hand to
help me up.

        We left Wolfgang and Sofia making out like teenagers in the
surf. He had his fingers working her recently fucked pussy, while
Sofia had Wolfgang's swollen cock in her fist, pumping the man slowly
while they kissed. His swim trunks were nowhere to be seen and I
giggled as I looked at the water, wondering if they were on their way
to Tahiti.

        Eva knew I had more than just her pale skin on my mind, the
erection bobbing up and down between my legs gave proof to that. I
stroked it slowly while I followed the girl's heart-shaped ass up the
beach, her black thong hiding nothing that I hadn't seen...and tasted...
before. I was tasting her again a few minutes later, the two of us
locked in a passionate 69 on a large beach blanket.

        There was a brightly colored awning above us, a canvas
pavilion flapping in the constant breeze, and it had been arranged by
the staff before we'd even woken up that morning. There were lounge
chairs down there as well and our large picnic basket sat on a sturdy
wicker table with matching chairs arranged around it. Such was the
decadent luxury I'd come to expect in my new life and sharing it with
the only real friends I had in the whole world...That was the best part.
The one joy in my life.

        "Hmmm..." Eva sighed around my girlish prick as she nursed on it
gently.

        "Um-Mmmm..." I moaned in reply, squeezing her ass with both
hands while I covered her cunt with my mouth, keeping my tongue inside
with a long, deep French kiss.

        Eva had a nice, small pussy and it was hidden beneath a
curling nest of light brown pubic hair that tickled my cheeks. My nose
was pressed against her pinkish anus, smelling of the ocean she'd been
sitting in for the better part of an hour while we'd talked. I could
taste the salt on her skin, the mineral flavor trying to hide the more
distinctive and sweet tang of the girl's juices. She'd become wet
quickly and I was lapping at her hole like a bitch in heat. She was so
incredibly soft, much more so than I'd experienced with other women.
Eva's labia were almost buttery and I half expected the girl's pussy
lips to melt in my mouth. And pink? She was the color of coral, I
thought, a pale shade of pink which suited the rest of her perfectly.

        I found her clitoris again and it was long and thick, like a
tiny cock begging to be sucked. I was in love with Eva's clit and I
could only worship the tender flesh for a few minutes a time before
she'd beg me to stop. Eva was incredibly sensitive to stimulation
there and I think it frustrated her as much as it did me. I flicked my
tongue across it rapidly, pausing for brief seconds to give it a quick
kiss and a suck every now and again. After barely two minutes of that,
she was wriggling her hips, gasping and trying to avoid any more
attention. Her clit was overly sensitive and I let it go, not wanting
to torment the girl.

        She gave me a grateful gasp and then a soft, warm suck on my
cock when I moved my kisses to her asshole. That was better and Eva
was able to relax again, spreading her legs wider for my tongue as I
wormed the tip against her sphincter. I was trying to keep mine spread
as well, but Eva loved to give head as much as she got, maybe even
more. She was taking all of my cock easily, bathing me in a mouthful
of saliva and precum that she never seemed to swallow.

        I never felt her teeth, not once, nor anything else I could
easily identify. Eva's tongue moved around me like it was made of
silk, teasing and tickling, but always so lightly I could never be
sure I felt it. That contradiction was delightful and if I hadn't
known it was Eva's mouth that held me, I might have thought I was in
her cunt. They felt very much the same and I was fucking her face, or
she was fucking me, either way I was going to cum soon.

        Somehow we moved, so that instead of lying beside Eva, I was
on top of her. That was better, for both of us perhaps, and when
Wolfgang slid his hard cock under my tongue and into his half-sister's
pussy, I understood why. He held her behind the knees, pushing Eva's
legs up high above me, rolling her ass off the blanket to meet his
thrusts. I licked and kissed Wolfgang's thick shaft as it stretched
the girl's labia, pushing them inward and out of sight and a moment
later, pulling them outward so that they clung to his prick lovingly.

        Sofia was behind me as I fucked my cock in and out of Eva's
eager mouth. I could feel my pretty blonde assistant spreading my ass
with her thumbs and then licking at my asshole and tonguing my balls.
The soft fluttering of her kiss across my sensitive skin brought me
off suddenly and I was unprepared for the spasms of pleasure that
rocked my body. My cock throbbed against the pressure of Eva's sucking
mouth and I was pumping my sperm quickly as she tried to keep up. I
had my arms around the girl, hugging her hips and thighs tightly while
I came, and I found her clit between my pursed lips, pinching it hard.

        Whether it was my lips or Wolfgang's cock that brought her
off, I was dimly pleased to realize that Eva was cumming as well, Her
body shook and the pungent odor of her arousal was unmistakable.
Wolfgang's cock was coated with Eva's cum as it spilled around him and
I was licking it up even as she choked down the semen flooding her
mouth. As Eva's orgasm subsided and the girl relaxed, Wolfgang pulled
his long cock free of her and pushed it into my open mouth for a half
dozen strokes. We alternated like that for some five minutes, Eva and
I sharing the man's erection between her cunt and my face.

        They didn't let me go soft either, Eva and Sofia, but spent
their energies teasing my cock and balls and asshole in seductive
ways. Sofia was fingering my ass finally, wriggling her delicate
finger into my rectum while she licked and kissed around it. Eva had
taken my balls into her mouth, suckling at them gently and rolling my
testes with her tongue. My still swollen cock was riding the girl's
cheek and I couldn't help but move against her, sliding my penis wetly
across her skin.

        It was wicked and wonderful, this impromptu orgy on our
secluded beach. We finished with Eva riding my cock with her pussy
while Wolfgang fucked her in the ass. Sophia stood above me, holding
Eva's platinum hair with her fists and feeding her pussy to the girl.
I'd cum twice already and the third time took us some time, but no one
was complaining, least of all Eva as she was impaled on two cocks at
once. I could feel Wolfgang's much larger prick sawing in and out of
his sister's rectum and it was a peculiar and very pleasurable
experience. The thin wall of tissue separating us was stretched taut
and her whole sex felt that much smaller, that much tighter for me.

        "Ummm..." Eva moaned, lifting her head and arching her back as
she had another cum, her cunt clasping at my cock like a vise as she
pushed herself against us hard. Sofia went to her knees, pressing her
creamy, bald pussy to my mouth and I realized Wolfgang must have cum
inside her at least once. The rich flavor of the man's semen was
unmistakable and it was deep inside the woman, flowing out of her only
slowly. She was kissing Eva deeply, rewarding the German girl for
cumming so long and hard, for fucking two cocks at once.

        My own orgasm spilled out of me with a muffled grunt and groan
as I tried to dig the cum from Sofia's womb, and immediately after,
Wolfgang was cumming as well. We filled Eva front and back, giving her
as much of our sperm as possible before all of us surrendered to the
weary joy that comes after a good, long fuck. Sofia lifted herself
from my mouth, bending low to kiss me deeply. Eva and Wolfgang were
likewise sharing an intimate moment, even while his cock remained
buried inside her bowels.

        "This," I said to no one in particular, "is what I call a good
vacation."


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "Vacation's over..." Sofia announced, clapping her hands and I
pulled my pillow over my head. "The helicopter is going to be here in
an hour. Let's go!"

        "I quit," I groaned. "Didn't you get the memo?"

        "You can't quit," Sofia was opening the blinds. "Someone has
to pay for all this. Where's Eva?"

        "Between my legs, I think. Run me a bath."

        "No time for a bath," Sofia giggled mercilessly, pulling the
sheets off me. "Good morning, Eva. No time for that either, you need
to get packed. Wolfgang is looking for you."

        "Mmmm..." Eva pouted around my cock and I had no idea how long
she'd been sucking on it, but I really didn't want her to stop.

        "At least he was up early," Sofia said, making it sound like
the rest of us were lazy, which we were. Eva was like me, being more
than happy to sleep all day long if she could get away with it.

        "Only because he was sleeping with you," I told her seriously,
pushing the pillow off my face. "I thought we weren't leaving until
noon."

        "It's after eleven, Cindy." Sofia was finally walking out,
content that we weren't going to go back to sleep.

        "Oh." I shrugged and looked down at Eva, catching her bright
blue eyes as she pulled her lips up the shaft of my penis slowly.

        "Ummm...?" She gave me a questioning look and I put a hand on
her head, stroking Eva's hair and guiding her back down.

        "Nah. Don't stop," I said with a giggle. "Sofia isn't even mad
yet. We've still got plenty of time."




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    End of Cinderella 2 - Chapter 01
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