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Chapters 1-70 can be downloaded free at http://www.storiesofsirrender.com/.

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   What Some People Will Do (C)2000, 2009 by Sir Render
(i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of May 2009)

   Chapter 71

   Brenda Young's return to cable after a hiatus to recover from the shock
of what happened on Halloween was a big hit -- especially when her special
sex toy demonstration episode aired.  Fans had been sending letters and
emails for months begging to see Brenda and her sexy young co-star Wynona
do more together than just tease the camera.  The culmination of the
episode, with Wynona strapping on a stiff jelly dildo and fucking Brenda
doggy style, sent the show's ratings through the roof, especially on
nightly repeats when the station decided to milk it for all it was worth by
running it for a full week..  The deluge of feedback from viewers far
outstripped the time Brenda had let a female fan fist her in a sauna on
live television.

   But Brenda was not so keen to repeat the incident straight away. 
Although her husband Jim acknowledged it was the single hottest thing he
had ever seen, Brenda reasoned that she still had about eight months on her
contract with the station and would need to pace herself to keep the show
fresh and interesting.  She didn't intend for it to become a weekly
fuck-fest, trying to outdo herself every week.

   Also, Brenda needed material for her website, which for some reason she
couldn't identify had crystalized into a light bondage fetish site right
from the start.  She had to admit that she found herself more aroused when
she was tied up and helpless than when she was in full control of the
situation, so she continued to film short video clips every so often with
one or the other of the station's camera crews.

   But the station manager Mr.  Griffith felt that hiring a professional
rope expert every time they wanted to tie Brenda up was going to be too
expensive in the long run.  They chose instead to enlisted Ernie Fowler,
one of the eighteen year old guys from Brenda's block, who had made regular
appearances on the show since its inception and proved to be a competent
on-screen performer.  The lad had once been a cub scout, later a boy scout
and finally an eagle scout and so he knew all the intricacies of rope use
and knot tying.  It was easier on the camera crew to hire him to tie Brenda
in interesting poses while they filmed than it was for them to stop
everything to tie her up and gloss over the how and why of her being tied
up.

   And the payment method the studio had chosen for him, with Brenda's
grudging consent, was that Brenda would write out ideas for things she
would do for him in exchange for his hard work.  The wording was up to her,
though her producer Thomas Hardcastle had wisely advised her to either put
expiration dates on the coupons or to specify when only one coupon would be
valid at a time.  Within a week he had two coupons he could redeem at any
time before the end of the year.  One granted him a passionate kiss on the
lips.  The second entitled him to fondle her breasts for five minutes. 
Both coupons had a small note at the bottom which said they could not be
used with any other coupon.

   So anyway, when the station "hired" Ernie, the concept of the video for
the day was that Brenda was abducted and held for ransom.  Her would-be
kidnapper wore a ski mask to conceal his identity, entered her house
through the garage after she arrived home from the store and overpowered
her.  In the struggle, which had been rehearsed several times before the
camera was switched on, Brenda's pink blouse was torn open in the front to
reveal her magnificent breasts encased in a black satin bra.  Then as the
masked man tied her on the floor with her hands behind her back, he pulled
down her bra so that one full breast was exposed for the camera.  Brenda by
this time had tape over her mouth and so was unable to protest when he took
a little liberty in groping her bare breast and pinching the nipple a
little harder than she felt was necessary.  Her struggle only added to the
realism of the scene.

   The masked man picked up the phone and, disguising his voice with a
gravely tone, allegedly called her husband at work to demand payment. 
After hanging up, the scene ended.  The next clip avoided any discussion of
just how he had moved her from the inside hallway back out to the car in
the garage, and in fact the scenes were shot over different days at
different safe houses owned by the studio, so that the neighborhood was not
recognizable.  But Brenda was driven, one breast still hanging out of her
bra and torn blouse, around town in the back seat of an SUV before being
escorted into another of the safe houses where she was to be held until her
husband paid for her release.

   One clip was filmed where her captor called her husband several times,
describing what he was doing as he used scissors to cut away Brenda's
clothes item by item.  In the end she sat tied to a kitchen chair wearing
nothing but tan pantyhose with ropes criss-crossing over her chest, between
her breasts, around her arms tied to the back of the chair and around her
shapely legs tied apart to the front legs of the chair.  The scene ended
with "the police" arriving to save the day and finding the helpless woman
humiliated and aroused.

   Brenda had not in fact been so aroused by that bit, as she found the
complexity of the scenes and the fact that it was filmed over several days
to be more tiring than exciting.  She devised a bit of fun on her own, as
both a treat to herself and to Jim when he arrived home from work.

   She encouraged Ernie to rig up a pulley system of ropes in her garage,
where it was clear she would be either suspended from the rafters or held
in place by the ropes connecting her wrists and ankles going over the
rafters.

   "What do you have planned this time?" he asked as she watched him work
his magic with the soft nylon ropes.

   "Nothing, really.  I just want to see if it can be done."

   "Well of course it can be done.  I'm doing it, aren't I?" he asked with
one corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk.  "When's the crew gonna get
here?"

   "Say, how is your schoolwork coming?  No, wait...  you graduated during
summer school, didn't you?  Still living at home with your folks?"

   "Yeah, just until I can afford to move out."

   "Do you have a job?"

   "Looking for one.  Are you going to need help with this after the crew
get here?"

   Brenda completely ignored his further attempts to get information about
the setup.  She was not in fact planning to have the camera crew there. 
This was to be her own gift to herself and to her husband.  She would set
up their camcorder in one corner and suspend a key frozen in a block of ice
just out of reach before cuffing her ankles and wrists to the ropes.  She
had the frozen key in their freezer all ready to go.  It would take a
couple of hours to melt before she could get it out and release herself,
but the plan was for her husband to arrive home first, find her tied up and
take advantage of the situation.  This would give her the thrill she'd not
felt in the last set of filming.

   Once her ropes were all set and she had him explain how the rigging
worked, she sent him on his way.  Before going, Ernie held out his hand. 
"Oh, you want your payment, don't you?  Okay, give me a minute." Brenda
hurried inside, found some blank paper and a pen and wrote down that the
holder of this coupon was allowed one free lap dance -- no touching
allowed. She returned to the garage and handed it over.  The eighteen year
old gave it a quick look and nodded his head in silence before shoving it
in his pocket.  He immediately pulled another small piece of paper from his
other pocket and presented it.

   "Oh, how cute," Brenda said as she took it from him.  "You want your
kiss now.  Well let's get this over with.  Pucker up, pal." She gripped him
by the cheeks and pulled him close for a full-on kiss on the lips.  She
maintained contact as she twisted her head in various ways, spreading some
lipstick all around his mouth.  Then she pushed off and waved him on his
way.  Ernie stood for a moment, dazed, before hopping out with a definite
spring in his step.

   As the time of Jim's return home from work neared, Brenda's heart began
to race.  She kept adding naughtier and naughtier bits to her plans for the
afternoon.  When she finally made her way back to the garage, she was
wearing a white crop-top with the words "My Girls" in red across the front,
a very slinky pair of black lace panties and her expensive graffiti-styled
pumps with the red leather soles.  To make the whole situation more
dangerous and thereby more arousing, Brenda raised the garage door about
two feet but left the light off.  She hung the ice cube containing the key
with a pice of string over a hook on one of the rafters and then positioned
herself to confirm her hands were just below it.  When the ice melted, the
key would drop into her palms and she would be able to free herself.

   Brenda cuffed her ankles and tied one end of the suspension rope which
ran over the rafters around the chain as she had been shown.  Then she tied
on the other pair of cuffs at the other end of the rope.  She secured a
bright red ball gag into her mouth before pulling a night mask over her
eyes, then locked her wrists into the handcuffs.  Brenda was now
immobilized, blinded and mute; totally at the mercy of time.

   Being so exposed and helpless, time seemed to pass ten time slower.  She
had no way of knowing how long she stood there with her hands cuffed and
held up before her as if praying, but however long it was seemed too long.
Her anxiety increased with every little sound coming in through the
partially open garage door; every car passing in the street, every voice of
someone walking their dog or doing whatever it was they were doing outside
made her nervous about being caught in a compromising position.

   And the ice melted so slowly.  It was a drip at a time at first, and
very cold.  In time the drops came closer together, sometimes two at a time
hitting different parts of her upturned hands, but still the time crawled
by.

   That is until she heard a distinct scuffle on the concrete floor of the
garage.

   Was it a person?  Her husband?  She hadn't heard the car drive up. 
Could it be a cat nosing around?  Or worse yet, maybe it was a possum or
some other undesirable rodent.

   Brenda tried to lift her night mask but found the rope connecting her
wrists to her ankles over the rafters was too short for her to bring her
hands close enough to her face.

   She heard distinct footsteps on the concrete followed by a long, low
whistle as a human hand touched the exposed skin of her midriff.  Brenda
jumped, rattling the chains of her cuffs, but the hand stayed on her skin.
It slid around her side to her back and then down over her panty covered
ass.  At that time another hand made contact with her other ass cheek and
both hands slid slowly down over her bare thighs.  Brenda shook her
handcuffs and tried to tell the person to leave her alone, but the ball gag
was so tight in her mouth that almost no sound at all got out.

   Brenda's thighs were gently caressed first on the outer side then upward
on the inner side.  Before reaching her panties, the person withdrew until
just their fingertips were in contact with her skin and traced eight lines
down the backs of her legs and knees and down her calves to her ankles. 
She didn't feel long fingernails to reasoned it was man.  The hands were
also a little too rough to be a woman's.  If this wasn't her husband, she
was in big, big trouble.  If it was Jim, then he was driving her mad with
fear and anticipation.

   The hands made another pass slowly up over her calves and thighs, then
around her hips and down to meet just below her crotch.  Then she felt a
fully clothed body press against her back and she jumped again.  The hands
moved quickly from her pubic region to the undersides of her breasts which
were exposed by the crop top.  One hand stayed under her left breast,
cradling it from underneath in the long stretch of skin connecting the
index finger to the thumb.  The other hand moved up and pinched her right
nipple through the white half shirt she wore.  The alleged man pinched and
rolled, then pulled lightly on her nipple.  The friction of the fingers
using the material of the shirt against her sensitive nipples made it
quickly stiffen, which only made it easier for him to squeeze and roll her
delicate nub.

   By this time the person's other hand had pushed up between her top and
left breast and was kneading her flesh like it was a good stiff batch of
bread dough.

   And then came the lips on the side of Brenda's neck.  The distinctive
feel of stubble proved beyond any doubt that her tormentor was indeed a
man. She could only hope to God it was Jim and not some random person who
wandered by -- not some thief who thought to break in but found her
instead, or some homeless person out looking through trash cans who
happened to catch sight of her presenting such a pretty picture in her high
heels and practically nothing else.

   As Brenda suffered the hands all over her now bare breasts -- her crop
top having been pushed up just around her shoulders -- the lips on her neck
moved upward to trace the outer lobe of her left ear.  The man's tongue
occasionally flicked out and sent a shiver of excitement through her entire
body.  His moist breath on her ear was hot and grew shorter and sharper as
his own arousal increased.  She could now feel his cock, still inside his
pants, against her lower back.

   Brenda, who could only breathe through her nose, was finding it harder
and harder to maintain control.  She was being aroused in too many places
to breathe normally anyway, and on top of that was unable to get a deep
breath to calm herself.

   The man must have sensed her growing distress -- her need for release in
more ways than one -- because he moved his hands back to her hips and
swiftly pulled her black lacy panties down her thighs.  Then he put both
his feet between hers and kicked her legs as far apart as they would go,
which wasn't far due to the short chain on the cuffs securing her ankles.
Then his zipper was worked and in no time at all Brenda felt the head of
the man's cock pressing against the warm entrance to her womanhood, which
by now was opening like a delicate flower in anticipation of beautiful,
natural but socially wrong coitus.

   Brenda knew two things when the man penetrated her.  First that he was
definitely not Jim and second he as not wearing a condom.  These facts
intensified her resolve to scream and shout and push the man away, but she
was tied fast and unable to make more than a very muffled, monotone sound
with her mouth that she really only managed to wriggle her ass against the
man's crotch.  He seemed to take this as encouragement as he quickened his
thrusts, pushing harder each time.

   While he screwed her standing up, the man rubbed in small circles over
her clitoral hood with one hand and resumed kneading her breasts with the
other.  He continued to kiss her neck, occasionally grunting and once
saying in a rough, low tone, "You're such a fucking hot tease."

   Brenda twisted her hands in her restraints, desperate to find a way to
slip out of her self-induced bondage.  She really had no one but herself to
blame for getting into this situation, and that infuriated her.  It seemed
that every time she took matters into her own hands, everything got out of
control.  Her thoughts went once again to the day strutting her stuff at
the big city mall when she'd thought the camera crew had set her up with a
hunk.  She had ended up letting a complete stranger fuck her from behind as
she bent over the front seat of her car.  That was the day when she truly
lost control of her life and found how much she enjoyed the cocks of other
men; different sizes, different shapes, some harder than others but all of
the ones she'd tried were able to please her.

   "What a slut!" Brenda screamed to herself.  "Tied up and being fucked
silly by someone you can't see and all you can think of is how much you
love cocks!"

   But then again there wasn't much more she could do.  The lips kissing
her neck and earlobes, the hands on her pussy and tits and the fucking she
was getting were really driving her wild.  And she couldn't fight him off
or run or scream for help, so all that was left to do was cum.

   But he came and left before she reached climax.  She whimpered behind
her ball gag as the man's sperm crept down her inner thighs and she waited
with urgent need for her own sexual release.

   By the time Jim got home from work, Brenda had come down from her sexual
high and also finished sobbing over the fact she'd let yet another stranger
cum inside her.  He found her mussed and spent and jumped to the conclusion
that someone had broken in, tied her up and raped her.  But things didn't
add up.  For one, their own camcorder had been set on a tripod in the
corner of the garage and recorded his beautiful wife tying herself up and
then waiting for nearly half an hour before anyone else appeared.  Sadly
the height and angle of the camera were such that the face of the man could
not be seen.  Brenda admitted that it had been a game for her shown, one
which gotten way out of hand, because it was easier than telling him she'd
been enjoying other men behind his back for months.

   Chapter 72

   "Brenda, we need to make use of your car.  And we need to install some
automated cameras in it.  We have a great idea for a series of episodes to
take us through the end of the year." The show's producer Thomas Hardcastle
and the station's owner Arnold Griffith sat across the table from the
show's star and co-star.  Thomas' eyes were bright as he continued, "We
thought it would be fun to give Wynona some more work in front of the
camera, and of course that means Brenda joins in that fun, but as the star
Brenda gets some extra responsibilities.  And that's where the car comes
in."

   Brenda was opposed to the idea of ruining the interior of her car, so
Thomas changed the subject to the other bit of news.  "So here's the plan
for the two of you.  Starting this coming Saturday, for seven days, the
plan is for each of you ladies to give head in public places without
getting caught.  Each of you will be assigned a film crew to be on call to
go out and capture your mischief for posterity." Thomas snickered before
continuing with an emphatic pointing of a finger, "Furthermore...  on at
least one occasion you'll have to take a cum shot on your face and display
it in public for at least five minutes.  Another time you'll be required to
swallow.  Beyond that, how you do it, who you do it with and where you do
it is entirely up to you.  Just as long as you don't get caught by the
authorities."

   Arnold Griffith chimed in, "There will be a contest not only to see who
completes the task first -- that one will win a hundred dollar bonus -- but
also the one who has the most daring and exposed scene without getting
caught will get another hundred."

   "Oh, and no repeats," Thomas said.  "Has to be five blow jobs with five
different people.  Oh and at least three different locations for each of
you.  You can't do it all on one night."

   "The rules just keep on coming," Wynona sneered.  "So far I don't hear
anything I can't handle, though."

   Brenda was just as okay with all of that as Wynona.  The part which
caught Brenda off guard was when she was instructed to play chauffeur to
her teenage neighbors for the week, driving them to and from school.  Being
over eighteen, they did not require their parents' consent, but to avoid
complications Brenda would pick the boys up and drop them off at a location
outside of their neighborhood.  Driving the boys wasn't the big deal,
though.  The more disturbing part was that Brenda would be given specific
outfits to wear each morning and afternoon.  The station would need to
mount a set of small cameras to the dash to capture events inside the car
without a camera man being present.  Arnold told her to think of it being
like other popular reality TV shows where the contestants are filmed as
they drive to their big date.

   "That's going to ruin my dash," Brenda complained again.  "Won't it ruin
my dash?  You'll have to screw things in and hang cameras and microphones."

   Thomas said the modifications would actually be pretty minor.  "And
we'll fix any long-term damage to the interior."

   "Well long term isn't an issue.  I kind of don't plan to keep the car
very long.  Jim and I have been talking about me buying a new car.  I just
don't want to damage the one I have.  It could hurt resale value."

   Thomas and Arnold exchanged a glance, then a smile and finally nodded to
each other.  "I think we can work something out," Thomas said, showing how
he became a hit producer in the first place.  "I think we may have just
enough in the budget for next year for the station to help you buy a new
car.  We can't buy it for you, but we can offer some assistance.  And since
we clearly won't want to damage the new one, we'll buy your old car off you
at its current value even after the changes we need to make.  That way we
can continue to use your old car for shooting around town and eventually
donate it as a tax write-off."

   "I love the idea!" cheered Mr.  Griffith.  "We'll work out all the
details later, but right now I'm totally on board with Tom's idea.  Let's
put this into production immediately!"

   As the ladies left the office, Wynona told her friend, "I don't think
this will be so bad.  It'll be kind of fun getting back into naughty public
games."

   "Yeah, but you don't have to split your time with driving a bunch of
horny teenagers to scool."

   "Please!  I do that every morning after I've been clubbing!" Wynona
laughed out loud.  Brenda didn't laugh.  "Joking!  Brenda, what's the
matter?  You don't seem as excited as usual." Wynona rubbed Brenda's
shoulder.

   "It's nothing, really.  Nothing."

   "No come on, something's bugging you."

   Brenda lied, but it was only a half lie, and said, "I guess I just
haven't been feeling the same excitement from work lately, you know?  It's
like...  when I first started doing this job, everything was new and
exciting.  And I got paid more and more for pushing the limits.  Nowadays
I'm just expected to do anything from a simple striptease to full-on sex
for the same pay."

   "I'll tell you what," Wynona said, putting her arm fully around Brenda's
shoulders and pulling her close as they walked to their cars in the studio
parking lot.  "I'll pull my writing staff strings to make sure your outfits
next week are really wild.  Then see how turned on you get driving those
dorks to school in your sexy outfits; having all their friends stare and
drool when you pull into the parking lot.  See how excited that gets you,
then we'll talk." She placed a kiss on Brenda's cheek before separating to
go her own way.

   Over the next few days leading up to the weekend, the station took
Brenda's car to a shop to have the cameras custom installed.  Thomas worked
with Ryan and Vince, the high school seniors from the neighborhood, to find
the best place for Brenda to pick them up in the mornings and drop them off
in the afternoons.  Since Ryan had recently bought a used car, he would get
the two of them as far as one of the station's rented safe houses, where
Brenda would pick them up and drive the rest of the way.  Both guys would
also receive Brenda's new compensation coupons as payment for appearing on
camera with her, so she would need to bring those with her each day.

   The contest for public blow jobs would officially begin on Saturday at
noon and run until the following Saturday at noon.  There was up to two
hundred dollars on the table, which Brenda admitted sweetened the pot
somewhat.  And since Wynona only got paid when she either appeared on
camera or devised one of Brenda's scenes, she had plenty of incentive to
compete.

   When the weekend came, Wynona launched into the lead with two points
right off the bat.  In the evening, as the sun was dipping past the
horizon, she found a willing subject in the downtown area near city hall.
The fact that all she was wearing were thigh high boots and a fur coat,
which she kept pulling open while chatting with her prey, certainly helped
to seal the deal.  She led the forty-something man just around the corner
from the steps of city hall, behind a planter, and squatted with her legs
apart, knees off the ground and her fur coat wide open as the man unzipped
his trousers.

   "Hmm, nice," she cooed as his five inch penis flopped out through his
fly.  It was a bit on the limp side, so she encircled it with her thumb and
one finger and began to slowly tug on it.  It became harder and another
half inch longer but she could tell it still had a ways to go, so she
planted her pursed lips against the head and gave it a smooch.  That got
it's attention and it stood tall at around six inches.

   Wynona took a minute to tease the guy, tickling the underside of his
glans with the very tip of her tongue.  But this was no time -- or place --
to take her time, so she stuffed his engorged head in her mouth and began
to stroke his shaft with her lips.  Each time she pushed forward she took a
little bit more of him, all the while slithering her tongue all along his
throbbing meat.  Her expert technique working him with just lips and tongue
in constant motion, brought him to a nut-busting orgasm at the exact moment
her lower lip touched his scrotum.

   Wynona's was suddenly confused.  On the one hand, she was indeed an
expert cock sucker, but she had never done it so publicly.  There was also
the fact she had to make a spectacle of herself to win the bonus hundred
bucks for the most arousing scene.  Then there was the fact that while she
was thinking all of this, she forgot how to swallow!

   She coughed and spat, jerking her head away from the man whose cock
continued to spurt hot, white goo.  The guy was like a machine gun, firing
round after round into her dazed, sputtering face.  But eventually he spent
his last sperm and went limp, quickly tucking his penis back into his pants
and scurrying off before someone caught them.

   Wynona stood and quickly pulled her fur coat over her chest before
wiping semen from her eyes.

   "No no, don't," warned Rajiv from behind the camera.  "Leave it on. 
It's super hot!"

   "But its--" Wynona began to protest, twisting her face at the slime
clinging to her fingers.  Then she remembered she had to wear cum on her
face for five minutes in public for one of her scenes.  What better time
than the first to get that out of the way?  Once she swallowed some other
guy's load she'd have all week to play by her own rules.

   Looking around, Wynona noted the public library right across the quad
from city hall.  Being a writer, and an admitted bookworm in school, her
mouth twisted in a sadistic grin.  Without a word she sallied forth to
invade the shelves of books, the tables of students cramming for reports
and exams and the general populace there for...  whatever other people did
at the library.  Rajiv fell in line but too late to keep in step with her.

   Wynona got a good ten paces ahead of him, which in retrospect was a good
thing because he was able to enter without seeming like he was actually
with her.

   Just inside the sliding door of the library was a metal detector; a pair
of gray posts around six feet high and half a foot in diameter set to
either side of the walkway.  Wynona passed through, then turned to give the
camera a cum-soaked smile and a quick flash of her private parts.  She
turned back and vanished further into the building.

   Recognizing the risk of being caught with electronics going through the
detector, Rajiv ducked down, pushed his camera through the space between
the outside of the detector pole and the doorway, stepped through himself
then quickly bent to retrieve his equipment from the other side.  He let
out a sigh of relief that he got by that so easily.

   Keeping his camera close at his side, tucked under one arm, Rajiv turned
to find where his subject had run off to.  Two potential targets caught his
eye.  One was headed down the double-wide stairs to the library's lower
level while the other was headed to the right toward an elevator and the
restrooms.  Both had dark reddish hair, both had their backs to him and
both wore jackets of a dark brown.

   Where would Wynona head?  To the restrooms?  Maybe.  She might find
someone to suck off in the men's room or something.  Down the stairs, in
full view with cum still running down her cheeks and chin for all to
witness?  Brenda might do that, but Wynona wasn't quite so eager to
humiliate herself in public.  In private, yes, but not public.

   He headed toward the elevator and restrooms, extending his stride to
make up ground.  His target slipped into the restroom...  the women's
restroom!  He didn't dare enter.  If he'd goofed up and followed the wrong
person, or just if there was anyone else in there, he'd be beaten and
jailed.

   Rajiv waited near the little alcove which led to both the men's and
women's rooms.  A minute passed.  He got a sip of water from the drinking
fountain nearby to not look so out of place.  Another minute passed.  He
went to the railing overlooking the lower level.  You could only see pretty
much straight down and a little bit of what was beneath the ground floor on
the opposite side, but sure as shit there she was, strolling up an aisle of
books toward him.

   Wynona was casually skimming the titles to her right as she sauntered
along the aisle.  Shelves on both sides stood nearly half her height taller
than she so the only way anyone would see her is if they looked straight up
the aisle.  Rajiv quickly checked the zoom and focus on his little
camcorder and got as good a shot of her face as he could.  She looked up
once, saw him and waved, but continued to saunter around the end of that
aisle and up the next.  Rajiv noted there were a couple of people either
crouching or sitting on a small bench farther up that aisle.

   As long as all he could get was her back, Rajiv tucked the camera under
his arm again and called for the elevator, which opened immediately.  He
noted buttons for three floors and pushed the "B" at the bottom.  Nothing
happened.  He pushed it again and slowly the elevator doors swept shut.

   The ride down the one floor -- it couldn't have been more than ten feet
at the absolute most -- took an excruciatingly long time.  The old elevator
shook and jerked the whole way, making low whining noises as it descended,
then bobbed three or four times before stopping and letting him out.

   He headed to the aisle Wynona had gone up and saw only one younger man
standing and looking around in apparent confusion, so he sidestepped to the
next aisle.  It was empty.  One more aisle, the last in fact, and he found
Wynona at the far end, partly concealed in shadows, pulling the other young
man toward her by the belt.  She kissed him, making Rajiv grimace and stick
out his tongue, but he dutifully stabilized his camera and zoomed in.

   Wynona glanced toward him once, nodded and then sank to her knees as her
fingers loosened her lover's belt.  Within seconds she had his prick in her
hands and was stroking it with from underneath.  She had no time to lose,
as evidenced by the fact the guy's friend came around the corner and ruined
Rajiv's shot, causing him to have to move closer and hug the wall to his
left.  Wynona did her same expert blow job on this guy as she had the one
outside.  The one difference was she also used a hand to roll his testes
between her fingers and palm.  She went quickly and when her lips reached
the base of his cock, Rajiv saw her squeeze the guy's balls pretty tight.
He threw back his head, grunting, "Oh Christ!" and twitched for about two
minutes while Wynona's cheeks first bulged and then began to be sucked
inward.  She sucked for all she was worth as he blew his load down the back
of her mouth and into her throat.  When she pulled her face free of his
crotch, two or three lines of mixed spit and cum stretched from various
places of his cock to her tongue, teeth and lips.  She swiped it up with
one hand and sucked it into her greedy mouth.

   The guy's friend had his fly undone and his cock out ready to go, but
Wynona knew the rules of her game -- different guys in different places. 
She was done for the night and pushed past him on her way out of the
library.  Rajiv followed quickly behind, forgetting about the metal
detector near the door.  When the security alarm went off as they passed
through, he and Wynona exchanged a look of dread and broke into a run for
his car.  Within a dozen paces he could tell that her coat had come open
and it was soon trailing out behind her like Superman's cape as she
sprinted; her firm, young body on full display.  He wasn't able to get a
good shot of this with the camera as he was too busy fleeing the scene
himself.

   NOTE: If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of
charge at my website at
http://www.storiesofsirrender.com/.  As of May 2009 I am still adding
new chapters to "What Some
People Will Do" and looking for new ideas and directions for the story.

I have put a feedback form on my website if you would like to make
suggestions.
   Thank you!  Sir Render 

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