Harlotry

Maggie kept her face buried in Stephanie’s neck as her small, lithe, body ground against the woman’s. Her bare mound rubbed firmly against the top of Stephanie’s slit through her panties. Maggie stroked her hands over Stephanie’s sides and slowly pulled the woman’s shirt up.

“Stop…stop.” Stephanie said as she gently eased the ghost back. Maggie looked confused at the woman. “What am I doing…” the woman muttered.

Maggie pouted at Stephanie for a moment. “For the past half hour we have been fooling around.” She said. She leaned back to sit on Stephanie’s knees. The older woman’s jeans had not been removed, only pulled down enough for Maggie to get access.

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Sandra P. Britton Memorial Library at the Vitae Nova Society

“Is this the place?” Selina asked with a furrowed brow. She checked her phone again to see where on the map they were and the location they were sent, and found they were the same, furthering her confusion. She stared at the non-descript building in the middle of an office park. “Huh.”

“What were you expecting? A creepy castle on a mountain top?” Olivia asked with a smirk. She pushed on Selina’s shoulder playfully.

“Actually, yes. That would be exactly what I was expecting.” Selina said.

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The Lighthouse Café

Smoke billowed around the booth that Kae, Alana, Clara, and Dawn inhabited, not that anyone else in the dinner cared, or even noticed. A cigarette hung from Kae’s lips and supported a long shaft of ashes that hung precariously over her cup of coffee.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Dawn asked while she chewed on some hash browns. Kae and Alana shook their heads; the ash of Kae’s cigarette fell onto the table after barely missing her coffee. “Insatiable.” Dawn said with a smirk.

“We talked, mostly.” Alana said followed by a yawn. “And watched Liv and company screw for a while.”

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Sleepover

Olivia’s cheek twitched slowly for a moment before her eyes opened. A rush of pleasure filled her waking mind. “Maggie… Sorry.” She said. She didn’t even have to look to know who was between her legs.

Maggie crawled up Olivia’s body slowly and laid against her. “It’s ok.” The ghost whispered.

Olivia glanced around the room, her brow furrowed in confusion for an instant. “Where are…oh yeah.” It took her a moment to recognize Alana’s bedroom. She kissed Maggie’s forehead and wiggled her shoulder gently out from under Selina’s cheek. The mattress squeaked under her as she moved and the sound caught the attention of Kae and Alana.

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Services

“I have been in cellars for dark magic rituals before. There were never this many pillows.” Maggie mused as she descended the stairs into Alana’s basement. The room was as you would expect for a coven of angst-ridden, hormone driven teen witches; the predominant color was black and the room smelled distinctly like sex. Strewn around the room were piles of pillows and no other furniture. Sheets hung over the basic accoutrements of a basement, like the washer and dryer, to hide them.

A girl pushed past Olivia and walked through Maggie in their rush to the basement. “I don’t think I am going to get used to that.” Maggie said with a frown. Olivia restrained herself from responding to Maggie. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”

Olivia stopped at the bottom of the stairs. After letting two other girls pass her by, she leaned in to whisper to Maggie. “No one else can see you, or hear you. I would just look crazy talking to you.” Olivia said. She nodded in the direction of a group of girls, the youngest there. She walked over and sat in the pillows with the other three.

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Research

Olivia’s pen stopped moving. She had been writing in an old leather bound notebook that she had replaced the pages in several times, but a cold chill down her spine stopped her mid-word. She tilted her head forward and let out a little groan. “Higher…” she squeaked out.

Maggie smirked and stroked her hands up Olivia’s spine until her palms pressed against the back of her neck. “You find this erotic?”

“I’m positively soaking.” Olivia replied with dry sarcasm. She leaned back to press into the massage. “It feels good, and it’s intimate, so I guess it counts.” She let out a sudden moan punctuated with a wince as Maggie’s thumbs pressed firmly into the muscle of her neck. “You’ve done this before?”

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Sleep

Her skin was hot to the touch and slick with sweat. Their bodies rubbed together in broken rhythm punctuated by pleasured grunts and muted moans. The scent of the one filled the other’s nostrils and drove their movements. They held their breaths in anticipation of the moment…

Olivia’s cheeks twitched and her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes darted around the darkened room as the waking confusion started to clear from her mind. The dream – a tame dream compared to her recent experience – had ended, but her pleasure continued.

She let out a stifled moan and rolled her hips forward. Wet sounds of licking emanated from under her blanket. Oliva jolted back against her headboard as the wet muscle tapped firmly against her clit. She pulled back the blankets to find Maggie between her legs, dutifully licking at her slit.

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She stood in the doorway; he long multicolored hair cascaded down her shoulder in loose curls over the thin strap of her black tee shirt. Tall boots climbed her leg to her knee, above which was bare to the hem of her short skirt. Her breasts pressed against the tight fabric of her shirt and displayed her erect nipples prominently. She tilted her head with a little grin. “Are you Madeline?” The young woman asked.

Maddie was not an old woman by any means, but as she guessed, she could be the mother of the young woman in front of her. She smiled at the young woman “You must be Rainbow.” Maddie knew the name was fake, and didn’t blame the young woman. She stepped aside and Rainbow entered the hotel room. “Call me Maddie.” She said as she closed the door. She wore typical business attire – a blouse and a pair of trousers; her coat hung over the back of a chair.

Rainbow looked around the room; there was nothing out of the ordinary – a bed that hadn’t been slept in, a single carry-on bag, a laptop was set on the small excuse for a desk. “Are you here for the convention downstairs?” she asked the older woman.

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Brae snapped to consciousness as her body impacted the cold concrete floor. She twisted her head around to see where she was, only to find that she was blindfolded. Her wrists remained bound by the rope from the previous night, and she discovered that her ankles were bound by tape.

She heard the thud of a small body hitting the floor next to her, followed by a squeak characteristic of Aisling’s voice. The sound of footsteps echoed in a diminishing pattern, punctuated by the slamming of a door. “Brae?” Aisling said in a pleading whimper.

“I’m here.” Brae whisper preceded a coughing fit.

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Payton rolled off the table and knelt next to it. One of her hands slipped between her legs and gently stroked her soaked lips, while the other reached out and spun the bottle on the table. She watched the bottle spin and come to a stop pointing at herself. “Does this mean I get to masturbate for ten minutes?”

“… Or you could have sex with Storm, but I think Aisling would call foul.” Brae said. He hand had migrated to Aisling’s lap and her fingers teased Aisling’s slit. The young girl in Brae’s lap didn’t say anything; she simply moaned out an ‘uh-huh’. “You’re hammered.” Brae commented, to which Aisling again moaned out an ‘uh-huh’.

“You just want to watch people have sex.” Payton commented as she spun the bottle again.

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“It’s been two fucking weeks.” Brae laid down on the ratty sofa with her head in Payton’s lap. Sun shone through the high basement window, but still didn’t illuminate the room any better than the scented candle on the coffee table.

Payton stroked her fingers through Brae’s hair and sighed. “We know she’s not back with her dad, so it can only be good, right?”

“She hasn’t been too school, and now bitch-mom isn’t even talking about her.” Brae turned over and rubbed her cheek into Payton’s thigh.

“We came here to not think about Lily for a while.” Payton said. “We can have a little party.” Brae turned her head and looked up at Payton, unconvinced. “You just let me and Aisling take your mind off of things.”

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Lita knelt on Amaranth’s painted chest; she leaned over the young woman and tied Amaranth’s wrists to the binding posts on the cold stone altar. Amaranth pulled at the bindings not in an attempt to escape, but to test the strength of Lita’s knots.

“I thought this waited until after you have given me your token.” Amaranth said with a smirk as Lita turned atop her. The older priestess looped rope around Amaranth’s ankles and looped it through holes in the Altar; when pulled tight, Amaranth’s legs spread wide.

“This is for me.” Lita said while giving the insides of Amaranth’s thighs some playful slaps. Amaranth’s hips jerked under Lita – she bounced the priestess in her lap with her movements. “Aren’t we eager?” Lita said with a smirk. Lita climbed off of Amaranth and knelt between her knees.

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“Are you ready to continue?” The high priestess, Lita, asked Amaranth. She wrapped her hands around Amaranth’s waist and held her close. Amaranth dripped sweat from all her pours – the moisture accentuated the contrast between her skin and the black ink that covered her body in thin lines.

“Can I have some water first?” Amaranth asked in a whisper.

“Not until after the ritual. I’m sorry.” Lita said. “There are only seven more to please before you can face the altar. It won’t be long now”

“Do you think they will be more… creative than the others?” Amaranth asked.

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Amaranth stood at the altar of the great temple – her body covered in intricately drawn patterns of black ink. She gazed blindly towards the back of the large chamber – past the assembled congregation of her peers. The high priestess of the temple, her mentor Lita, stood behind her wearing ceremonial red loin cloth and jewelry – which is much more than the initiate priest standing before her.

“You know what is going to happen, correct?” Lita asked Amaranth in a whisper.

“I do.” Amaranth answered.

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The crackle of burning sapwood gently woke Naomi from her sleep to discover the bed was otherwise empty. A heavy robe had been laid across her legs over the covers. She pulled the robe under the covers and wiggled herself into it before she slipped from the bed. She walked into the other room and stood by the warm fire. She could see her host through the window; Calia sat naked in the snow.

Calia stood from the mound of snow she built around herself and turned around. She smiled when she saw Naomi through the window. She quickly brushed the clinging snow from her flesh and returned to the small home. “Good morning.” She said as she entered.

Naomi sat by the fire and warmed her hands. She pulled the robe tight to her skin. “How long did I sleep?” She asked as she looked at the sun high in the sky.

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Amaranth knelt nude on the cold stone altar in the darkened temple with her long black hair gathered over her shoulder to expose the pale skin of her smooth back to the high priestess behind her. The young woman’s chin pressed into her chest and her eyes stayed closed. She kept her hands on her spread knees with the palms open and exposed. The older woman, who dressed in a crimson loin cloth and wore ornate jewelry, painted intricate patterns on the younger woman’s back in what looked like black ink.

“How much longer?” Amaranth asked.

The older woman, Sister Lita who appeared to the young Amaranth to be no older than thirty, dipped her brush into the icy ink again and brought the soft bristles to the young woman’s skin. “Another week, perhaps two.” She said as she painted yet more delicate lines on the young woman’s flesh.

“I mean for this pose, sister.” Amaranth said. “My back hurts from holding it.”

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The young woman stood in the doorway, covered in her heavy cloak and shivering. The snow blew into the home through wisps of her red hair. Her lips turned blue from exposure. She gazed pleadingly with green eyes to the lithe woman who opened the door.

She didn’t speak; she didn’t need to. Her host ushered her in quickly and closed the door behind her. “Get that wet cloak off and sit by the fire.” The host insisted. The young woman complied; she took off her cloak and handed it to her host. The young woman rubbed her arms and sat next to the hearth. Frost covered the young woman’s skin where it was exposed to the elements. She was not well dressed for the weather; her upper thighs and shoulders were only covered by the cloak, and the rest was clad only in thin leather.

She took a moment to examine her host; a lithe woman with white – almost blue – skin and ears that came to the subtlest of points that parted the sheets deep blue and black hair that flowed down her shoulders and back. She wore a very thin lace white dress that gave the young woman a good impression of her hosts intimate features.

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Brae fidgeted in her chair and stared at her computer screen. She nervously scratched at her arm while looking at the blank chat window to Scarlet.

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“You did the dishes.” Aisling’s mother asked in disbelief. The woman set down several grocery bags full of frozen meals in the relatively spotless kitchen.

“I use the same fork over and over again.” Aisling said as she started to load the freezer with the month’s groceries. She was dressed in an oversized tee-shirt, and little else.

“How’s school going?” the woman asked while loading the cupboards with cans.

“I’m not failing anything.” Aisling said. “I need you to sign a stack of permission slips for trips or whatever.” She pointed at a small stack of papers on the table next to a pile of her mother’s mail.

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Arja held up the clothing that Ari had laid out for her and furrowed her brow. “Where’s the rest of it?” she asked. The human woman stood nude in the flight deck of the small craft. The pale skin of Arja’s face was marked with tattoos around her eyes and lips; long black hair with a single streak of red emanated from the top of her head and fell to one side, revealing the shaved sides of her head.

“That’s it.” Ari called back from below deck. The not-quite human woman popped her head up through the floor hatch and grinned at Arja. “Well that and a collar.” Ari’s skin was hidden under a light coat of gray fur – a color uncharacteristic of her race. Straight white hair fell in sheets from her head.

Arja closed her eyes and grit her teeth. “Is there any particular reason why you suddenly want to humiliate me?”

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The cool breeze flowed up the inside of Taylor’s robe and tickled her loins. She shivered and pulled the robe tighter. She flicked her cigarette butt off the balcony and watched it drop the seven stories to the ground while lighting a second cigarette. She grinned at her victory – she had successfully lit one cigarette before the other hit the ground.

“Come to bed.” Alexis said. She stood in the sliding glass door – the only window in the apartment – hugging herself to keep warm.

Taylor shook her head without looking at Alexis and pointed to the small patio table with an open bottle of whiskey. Alexis rolled her eyes and stepped out onto the cold balcony. She poured herself a shot and capped the bottle. She coughed several times from the alcohol burning the back of her throat. “What the hell is this, paint thinner?”

“Pretty much.” Taylor said. She grabbed the bottle from the table and took a long swig.

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“Anything you desire, M’Lord.” Aisling said with a grin. She stood nude in Braelyn’s bedroom with Brae and Lilly flanking her. The twelve-year-old girl woke the pair up a half an hour earlier when she knocked on the door. She walked from her house in the chilly morning air in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit that hid next to nothing, and a shear beach wrap; just enough to qualify as clothed should she have been hassled by police. Once inside Brae’s bedroom she discarded what little clothing she had.

Brae looked at the girl with astonishment. “I didn’t even know you were coming over.” She craned her neck to get a look at Aisling’s backside and grinned with approval.

“Mistress Scarlet gave me your address and told me to surprise you.” Aisling said. She turned around and bent over some to give Brae a better view of her ass. “Is that ok?”

“Your ass is great.” Brae said. Lilly laughed.

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“What is this even for?” Payton asked as she held up one of the accessories that came with Storm.

Storm rolled her eyes, an uncharacteristic act for the synthetic. “It’s a strap-on, Master.”

Payton batted at the end of the dildo. “I know what it is.” She gave Storm a look. ”Isn’t it a little… big… to be used on you?”

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“Are there any more of my friends that you’ve fucked?” Brae asked the intruder in her bedroom. She had to cover herself in a blanket, which left Lilly only a pillow with which to cover herself.

“Oh, come on!” Bailey objected. “I’ve only had sex with like, six people. Only two of them were your friends.”

“Two? Who’s the other?” Brae demanded.

“Payton, on Sunday. Couldn’t you hear through the wall?” Baily smarmed.

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