Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, TransGender, Science Fiction, Group Sex, Orgy, Harem, Interracial, Lactation, Pregnancy, Body Modification, School, Transformation,
Desc: Sex Story: Book 1 - Why are the women in Todd's apartment building becoming so horny? Why do their breasts begin to swell and expand even as their lusts increase? Something is wrong in the city; It's trouble with a capital T&A as an unprecedented orgy erupts! But the real question is: Why does Todd avoid the sex-crazed, drop-dead gorgeous sluts, clamoring for cock? What secret is behind their bloated, enlarging, milk-laden boobs? Bring your libido and find out in, The Siege!
"LOOK AT THESE TITS!" screamed the tanned, gorgeous, and leggy beauty beating upon the wooden frame of Apartment #206. The mammaries in question were scarcely contained in the frilly, lacy cups of a black, lingerie push-up bra. She squeezed and jiggled her pliant boobs in front of the small, circular peephole in the thick door. " I KNOW YOU WANT 'EM! YOU KNOW YOU WANT 'EM!" "JUST... just come get me! Come on outta there and suck my BOOBS!" she commanded in a frantic voice containing as much desperation as anger.
Inspite of himself, Todd had certainly been tempted to do just that. He had indeed looked, if nothing else. The total package was like that of a busty, Victoria's Secret model in Heat. Certainly, the elegant face, pouty lips all framed within a vibrant mane of auburn fire would have landed the girl a decent modeling career; 6 months ago at least. Not to mention the rest of her shapely, black lingerie-clad curves. The proferred boobs dangling temptingly before Todd's door were pleasant, bronze-skinned handfuls that swelled with enough womanly bounty to catch the eye of the most ardent tit-man, yet not so over-large as to disqualify her from the world of fashion-modeling. That, combined with the smooth towers of leggy femininity, as well-formed as any work of art could have indeed landed such a woman a lucrative modeling career. 6 months, at least. Now, things were not so certain...
She began to writhe sensuously outside, where her gyrations would be visible in the peephole, waving hips, ass and arms in a serpentine gesture of slutty abandon. "But... I can make you soooo happy, Todd!" She tried to deliberately invoke a husky, sultry tone. "I know... I know how to... pleasure a man... y-you don't know what you're missing!" she breathed. Sighing, Todd stepped closer to the door, but spared only the briefest of passing glances to the indecent display.
"You don't fool me; I know what this is all about. And like I said; I have a date tonight." He explained, patiently. The woman was incredulous.
"BUT THAT'S NOT FOR SIX MORE HOURS! WE'VE GOT TIME! I NEED YOU... YOU... YOU WANT THIS PUSSY AS MUCH AS I WANNA GIVE IT TO YOU!" She accused. "No more games... just want... your hands... on my tits... your cock... in my cunt... mmmmmm my... hot... little... cunt..." Any further words in that sentence descended to incoherent gurgles drowned by her hormone-charged estrus.
"I'm not playing you; there's no game here. I got a date, and a RELATIONSHIP," he emphasized. "With a REAL woman."
"WHAAAT!" shrieked the sultry, slutty brunette. With a fluid, deliberate motion, she discarded the lacy, push-up bra. Buoyant boobs surged into the light, D-cup melons thrusting forward with erect nipples as if to point accusingly at the object of their desire. "THESE TITS ARE GREAT!! AND I'M ALL REAL!! CHECK ME OUT!" she seemed nearly as excited by her feminine assets as Todd should have been. "Just one squeeze wouldn't kill ya!" she cajoled playfully. The controversial mammaries bulged as she thrust them into the smooth wood of the door. Of course, there was no evidence of any sort of surgery or augmentation. Not the slightest scarring of any sort.
On reflection, for a shapely piece of tail like her, Todd should have been out of his league. 6 months ago, had there been a hotty that fine anywhere near here, no reason she would have given him the time of day. Todd Caldwell had always been a lanky, rail-thin, clean-shaven black guy with few noteable talents, but of decent intelligence. The parents, (his parents) had met whilst working for the Peace Corps in the fetid depths of Central Africa. While they made many friends and trusted allies over the years, they'd always regretted the assignment for the problems it caused their son.
As a mere whisp of lad, young Todd seemed to have contracted an Ebola-like virus, the dreaded Malaria, and at least 3 distinct internal, jungle parasites. The doctors wrote him off for lost, but surprisingly, Todd's body had adapted in an unforeseen way. As he lay deathly ill, all the experts agreed that his young body had no hope of fighting off these massive, multiple infections; But instead, it was as if his body turned the diseases against each other. Somehow, the Ebola mutated and attacked the Malaria plasmodium, which in turn mutated and began to attack all of the other parasites. The harrowing ordeal weakened him considerably, but his novel immune system turned the tables on a host of terrible diseases, and his bloodwork was the subject of many interesting medical journal articles. Well, interesting to scientists. Todd would have just as soon grown up healthy, happy, and spoiled.
He'd always had weak lungs, could never seem to put on muscle, and forget any serious sports! The rest of him was handsome enough, he guessed. His piercing gaze and strong jaw could make him look severe, and intense when he needed, but his lanky lack of real physical strength had always embarrased him. Throughout highschool, there was no chance of his becoming a Jock, he wasn't really smart enough to be a true nerd. While that spared him some abuse, it also made him a veritable social unknown; lost in the faceless, uninteresting social throngs of the semi-outcast for much of his life. Now, in college, well... no real changes to his situation... really it was other people who had changed.
"Oh... Oh I get it..." the woman outside his door announced, half to herself. Todd could almost hear the wheels in her mind churning. "You need m-more than just great sex! You need a girlfriend! I... I CAN DO THAT TODD! I CAN BE... WHAT YOU NEED..." he thought she was fingering herself as she spoke. "IT... IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT SEX WITH ME TODD, I... I CAN DO OTHER THINGS! I CAN BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND! YES TODD I WILL!! W-WE CAN DO... DATES... REAL... DATES! I... I CAN WATCH FIERY, ACTION MOVIES THAT GUYS LIKE! YOU CAN... WE CAN... JUST TALK! IT'S NOT ABOUT SEX WITH ME TODD, N-NO..." her voice shook with need. "I CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT! I'M NOT JUST SOME SLUT INTO ONE-NIGHT STANDS! YOU... YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO SUCK MY TITS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO! JUST... just let me touch you... let me be... close to you..." she purred, less frantically. Yet her proud, thrusting bosom still heaved with thwarted longing. "We can have... a relationship Todd..." she grunted, and her heard a rattling sound. Was she trying to pick his lock, or... "It's not just sex with me... w-we can have lots of sex... when you want! But just... just let me touch you... be near you... oooohhh..." again that rattling sound, he checked the peephole.
Todd shook his head and stifled a chuckle. The dirty slut was humping his doorknob! Hot sweat poured from her furrowed brow, smearing her mascara as her pert nose and pouty lips flared with the magnitude of her indecent, desperate arousal. She'd say anything to get the cock she craved!
"The answer is still no," Todd explained calmly. "You're not fooling anyone; I know who you are, and I know what you want. And I'm moving on. I don't want to be cruel, but I'm through with your type. There are real women out there, and I have a date with one tonight." Another rattle as her crotch disengaged from his doorknob. He'd have to get it washed.
"WELL FINE! I DON'T NEED YOU TODD CALDWELL!!! THERE ARE OTHER COCKS OUT THERE WHO WOULD LOVE TO GET SOME OF THIS PUSSY!" in a softer tone, she added: "I"M... I'm going back to my room to spend some quality time with Mr. Vibrator. You can replace him anytime you lii-iike!" she added, in a sing-song tone, never abandoning her attempts at seduction.
You could change a man's mind sometimes, by appealing to his baser nature. SHLUCK Denise knew that Todd would come around in time, but she'd help him along. SLURP That was why she'd left her apartment door wide open... while she lay sprawled on her back, on her fold-out bed/couch, facing the door, completely naked, with a meaty, black dildo spearing her slathering cunt.
Denise gambled that the sight of her delicious, tanned skin, curvaceous frame, and generous boobs that waggled and wobbled ceaselessly across the fertile playground of her chest would trigger his instincts. She knew, she could feel them enlarging. It got like almost everyday for Denise and... and girls like her. Her mammaries thrust up high and proud upon her slim chest. The tanned hemispheres were similar in height to small coffee mugs as they wavered naked in the air, nipples thrust up high. But she knew, she could feel them stretching, expanding, enlarging. It was easy to miss, but her boobflesh was continually stretching as if from great pressure within; and she knew what that pressur-
"NAAH!" Denise yelped as the first spurts began. Her breasts were at least another inch higher, jiggling upon her body when the milk began to jet forth. The dark-haired slut had long since overcome the fear and uncertainty that accompanied her first few spurts of lactation. It all seemed so natural now, everything about her change was just her accepted state.
Three months ago, the... person that Denise had been would have reacted with unmitigated horror at the sight of the naked, sweating, tan-skinned, sex-pot of pussy-dripping, milk-spurting sensuality that she had become upon accepting her new urges. "MMM... SLURP" She was so sweet now, That idiot Todd didn't know what he was missing! He could be here now! His cock thrusting into her sopping cunt, his lips sucking mightily from her milk-laden mams.
But her harsh words didn't matter. She'd be back at his door tomorrow, with the same plea on her lips, the same ache in her cunt. Moments of anger, or his refusal didn't change anything. She'd say whatever she needed to say, pretend to be whatever he wanted. Anything and everything to push his buttons, to get him on top of, and inside her.
If her boobs left any doubt in the viewers mind, the in-out motion, the desperate thrusts of the sex-toy that reamed her ever-moistening cunt would provoke a surge of primal, male urges that would make Todd forget his earlier refusal. Noisome howls of pleasure would ensure that no passersby would miss the indecent spectacle of sweat-slicked nymphomania thrashing nakedly in frenzied estrus in Room 221.
"Knock, Knock." Announced the land-lord, as he rapped briefly upon the open door.
"Guh-huh?" murmured Denise, her mahogany-colored hair becoming matted to her bronzed skin is wet strands.
"Ah've never been one ta abandon a woman in need," explained the owner of the complex, Paul Nesmith. An aging newly retiree, he'd nonetheless always attempted to remain in decent physical condition. His weathered flesh still retained a healthy strength, and beneath his balding brow, stern blue eyes regarded the nude slut with a deliberate lechery surprising in a man of his more than 60 years.
"... And we kin hear yore need all'a way on the third floor!" as he smiled his gold-toothed grin, he tossed onto the floor of her cluttered room a small, square box of Viagra which landed amidst a frilly pile of pink, female underwear.
"Then... your cock?" Denise sluttily wondered.
"Time for Paul ta be a stud again! Heh! An' even better..." He produced a small, blue jar of what seemed to be ointment with detailed, medical labeling on the side, an empty jar.
"Is that... ?" she asked hopefully, the full question trailing off as her boobs yet jiggled.
"It's the VERY latest; a true preventative! So there'll be no unfortunate... eh... surprises." The vigorous senior declared with a roll of his blue eyes. But Denise only half-way cared. She hadn't considered Nesmith before, a man of his age could almost never meet her considerable needs. As she cast off the vibrating dildo, the cry which escaped her lips was as much roar as moan, as she opened wide her slender arms.
"CUM!! MY CUNT!!! I WANT YOU IN MY HOT CUNT!!!" Her hips jerked with longing, her female lips full, engorged, as she spread her legs with all the dexterity of a gymnast, to better accomodate the beefy rod soon to penetrate her. It didn't really seem to matter where the cock came from; Denise was past that. When a girl gets as hot as she was, when the burning craving for a male body, and a male dick sears her every nerve ending, there just wasn't any way she could turn down any source of sex. Young, Old, Black or White, Single, Married... a woman in her position was long past caring. So long as the penis was hard, hot and eager, it could fill the gaping, well-lubricated void inside her. To his credit, Paul at least tried to close the door with the back of his foot before lunging.
Todd wouldn't let it get him down. With his hot date in just a few hours, the lanky student knew he couldn't allow any depression over this lost job to sour the mood. He'd been looking forward to this; and it wouldn't change his attitude, losing the job at the bookstore would make it a bitch trying to pay his tuition. But he wasn't going to let anything hold him down!
As he walked uphill on the plain, grey cement of the sidewalk along the street's edge of the verdant grounds of Daleson University, he tried to allow the upward climb of the slope to boost his spirits accordingly. I mean, if he'd really done something wrong; maybe that would be one thing; but the whole staff knew the real reason; it was that blond with the gi-normous tits! That giggling little slut! Probably the same kinda girl as Denise!
But Mr. Caruthers could only afford 12 employees, and when blond-perky-tits arrived, the word was the Boss just selected somebody at random to fire. The talk in the employee lounge was very illuminating. The ex-bookstore cashier tried to put out of his mind the image of the portly, salt-and-pepper-bearded manager as he stood nervously, pudgy fingers wrapping on the wood of his desk as he stammered out halting, inconsistent excuses for Todd's termination. All the while, Caruthers was adjusting his belt, as if it were all he could do to restrain his raging hard-on. Hazel eyes darting nervously towards the door as if impatient to finish stammering out the justifications, most of which didn't even apply to Todd! (That was Stevens who'd been late those three days in July!
"But Mr. Caruthers! Stevens was the one who was-"
"THE DECISION'S BEEN MADE!" shouted the manager. "YOU... it's... Let me finish! This is a notfication! Not... a debate!" so that was it. After Todd had left, she'd entered almost on his heels. She was a short little bastion of blond-curled voluptuousness. Porn-star tits surged like captured honeydew melons in her lycra tube-top. A scandalously short-skirt was stretched taut around the wide grandeur of her ample ass and breeding-hips. She wore a thick, flowery perfume that assaulted his nostrils.
Todd had promised himself not to, but he couldn't help but listen to the stammering, unnecessary congratulations as the slut was given his job. A nervous laugh and a giggle, and then the girls' real job began.
But Todd continued walking back to his car, he would not dwell upon his loss; perhaps he could take legal action, but... it might be difficult to prove a real bias, and he had to ask whether this job was really worth all that effort. Hmm... well, if he was going to try to sue or something, it would be after his hot date!
Victor Caruthers was having trouble with his mouth. His joy at this unexpected rendezvous was forcing his face to budget its time between smiling, laughing with joy, and licking the tasty labia that was above him. Caruthers hadn't even thought to move from the living room sofa where Sofie had first pounced on him.
Well, that hadn't been the first place; She'd sucked him off at the Bookstore, right after he'd finished firing that eh... whatisname... eh black kid who... aw, didn't matter. What mattered was that Sofie had a cousin! A little platinum blond hottie every bit the slut she was! It was a new age! A new beginning!
Victor's hairy legs twitched As Sofie thrashed atop his turgid member, grinding her ample hips in deep rows across his crotch, her lurid motions all but ensuring that every square milimeter of her feminine sanctum was liberally massaged by throbbing manmeat. Stripper-quality tits, pulsing forwards, sideways, and down with frenetic motions like that of over-sexed water-balloons seemed to have grown nearly another inch since the rut began.
Victor's hairy, broad chest was becoming sprinkled with the creamy produce of taut-nippled lactation, as the thin, white jets only increased in frequency. Sofie and her cousin, er... Victor didn't catch her name, kneeled facing each other, straddling his body between them like a hairy chested, deliriously happy pommel-horse. As Sofie was the one who found him, the two had agreed that she would have first crack at Victor's penis. And Mr. Caruthers was indeed glad; the sopping cunt of the wide-hipped hussy slurped and suckled around his cock like a woman dying of thirst.
These women of the 'New Age' caressed and groped each other's fertile endowments like... almost like teenage boys given unfettered access to a Porn-Star. With a wide-mouthed, lesbian zeal to make Sappho herself proud, the honey-blond Sofie, and the platinum blond er... eh... whoever she was... attacked one another in a jiggling combat waged with sensuous tongues, sloppy kisses, nipple-twists, and the most ardent of fondlings.
Fortunetely for Victor Caruthers, their tastes were of the broadest sort. Sofie and her ilk pursued any penis with a ferocious passion, yet would never pass up a chance with another woman's boobs. Their ministrations to each other halted temporarily only when the surge of Victor's nigh-orgasmic rod struck a chord deep within, sending Sofie into a gurgling fit of incoherent urges. Her cousin likewise, was forced to stop and moan when the questing thrusts of their beau's agile tongue provoked her feminine core in ways that apprehended her rational mind. Her ass bobbed obscenly as the thrashed ecstatic upon his face and tongue. Victor's thighs, face and neck now slick with the pungeant juice of female lubrication.
And that was the strange thing; with Sofie and er... the other girl, there was this odd, offensive odor. It was a musky, tangy aroma that called to mind animal exertion and unwashed rut. The smell was troubling, uncivilized, just the sort of scent that any woman who respected herself would attempt to purge. And yet, this perverse, animal-musk set his nerves on edge. The proximity with her pussy sent a fire rushing to his loins, and lightning to the core of his being. Sofie's musk alerted hidden imperatives in his body, boiling his blood with a depraved, beastial passion that was as potent as it was unexpected. Her crotch exuded a haze of estrus, it was the aroma that sent wild bulls into a dangerous frenzy, it was the scent that dogs sniff for around a female's back parts, and it was the feral musk that propelled Victor Caruthers into a potent orgasm he had never dreamed his middle-aged physiology was capable of.
The next few hours were a blur; just as Victor thought his body could not sustain the awesome, sexual olympics, he managed to unleash yet one more orgasm, one more jet of hot semen into a pussy. Whether the bush above that womanly core was honey-colored, or platinum blond did not matter; his penis happily ejaculated with the stamina and frequency of a 15-year old boy. The vigor that infused him seemed as much... obligation as pleasure. If his penis could release this much semen, it seemed almost a crime not to spew it forth into any cunt that was handy.
Sofie screamed in ear-splitting glee; the way her skin got gooseflesh, the way her breasts jiggled, the way her muscles clenched confirmed some of the rumors Victor had heard; these girls actually got off on cum. It wasn't just the act of the cock stimulating them within, the semen itself caused a reaction, it was like a drug to them, sending them into a narcotic craving that enhanced their already unmanageable sex-drives. And to think! Some people called this new phenomenon a plague! Ha!
There was a heat, an intensity that seemed to boil just below the surface of his flesh, it was as if... as if his body was melting from the volcanic fervor of the three-way tryst.
"I... I can't... you girls' are... too much!
"Oh no you don't, Vicky-poh!" twittered er... eh... whatever her name was... the cousin.
"Didn't you tell me that your wife will be gone the entire weekend?" Sofie queried, licking the breastmilk off her fingers. Victor, shuddering with equal exhaustion and ecstasy, wondered how long a man his age could go without sleep...
Was he dreaming again? Or was he the one that dominated the love-making? It had been going on for so long, that it was hard for Paul to keep track of whether he was awake or asleep. After the first... eh... 6 hours of non-stop, pulse-pounding, pussy-reaming, toe-curling rut... The newly virile landlord thought that he must've dozed off.
Yet it continued. She screwed him when awake, and when sleeping, and when she was asleep, her legs opened wide and she groaned with licentious promise in her dreams. Always, there was the celebratory air of desire consummated, the joy of lust and passion fully and mutually requited.
When the haze on his thoughts lifted, he pulled himself off the damp bed sheets stained with cum and milk, and collapsed onto Denise's luscious, lurid form. After a time, he scarcely needed to thrust at all; it was as if her sopping wet cunt was willingly coaxing, sucking, tugging his member into its lubricated depths. For several moments, the older, yet vigorous Paul could not remember whether it was more important to continue plunging his manly shaft just a few more times into the inviting twat open before him, or was it more vital to fasten lips around her proudly thrusting nipples? Just to be sure, he did both as often as possible.
But more often, he awakened to find her atop him, Denise' jutting hips, taut belly writhing in bliss, with the soft cantilever of her thrusting, hanging bosom obscuring his view, as she satiated her frenzied hungers upon his miraculously erect cock. Such was their rhythm, they would screw in the dim, pre-dawn (or was it dusk) darkness, until one of them fell asleep from the exertion; only to be awakened by the other, continuing the rut without pause.
Was is day, was it dusk? Had they been going at it all night? All day? Was it tomorrow morning, or tomorrow evening? Paul could no doubt have deduced the precise time of day; yet he could focus on nothing but the jiggling, wobbling, whoppers engulfing his face. In fact, all that Paul was sure of was that her breasts had grown. The neat handfuls of boobflesh somewhere between an orange and grapefruit in size had seemed to stretch slightly larger in the initial hours of their sex. Inch by taut inch, the tawny orbs began to enlarge as if... as if filling, expanding, engorging with something. No doubt, that something was the sweet, copious milk that he has sipped almost half as many times as he had thrusted into her.
His next lucid moment had found Denise with plump mams that were more erect, tighter. Nipples riding high on the sweeping slope of voluptuous terrain. The lower swell of tit below her enlivened nipples at this point could have held the contents of standard soft-drink cans, as her mammalian capacity seemed to increase. Periodically, the serene air of moaning passion was broken by her impassioned cries of sudden ecstasy. Paul did not think they were orgasms in the... traditional sense.
Sometimes, as he would impale her cunt, as he teased her tits, she would shriek herself hoarse and undergo what seemed to be a... a... breast spasm, amidst copious streams of sweet lactate. It was as if Denise, (and the many, MANY girls like her) now had two erogenous centers. Her breasts no longer contributed to climax, her boobs seemed capable of a separate surge of orgiastic release all their own. Paul suspected that both breasts now served as halves of a sexual core in their own right, no longer was a climax limited only to her cunt. Of course, Paul could not ask her this, because soon after what seemed like her third, (or was it fourth) breast-gasm, she forcefully thrust a turgid nipple in his mouth, and he could do naught but suck the rich nectar of sugary-sweet, creamy nutrition.
And now... ? Was it morning or evening? Paul could not know the time, but he was sure that her breasts were larger yet. Ample mountains of wide-aureoled girlflesh leapt in his field of view, where once each breast was no higher or longer than an apple or orange, now her round globes extended outwards from her chest as far as Paul's outstretched hand. Her bronze-skinned mammaries not only jiggled with each bump and grind, they seemed to bounce and careen in multiple directions at once.
He was sure her breasts were larger, sure now that Denise could orgasm from them just as she could from her pussy, and... and there was something else... As he awakened yet again, to the sensation of the milk-laden slut thrashing atop him, there was a distinct sense that Paul Nesmith was... melting?
Todd thought that she would like Roses. His date had seemed like the type to appreciate a nice, traditional gesture. Not like the current denizens of the 12th street sidewalk where the college student hurriedly passed. The trick was to avoid eye-contact. The slightest hint of interest would set them on you. It was a literal feeding frenzy, and the whiff of testosterone would chum the waters.
The city had certainly not legalized prostitution, but you wouldn't know that from just a casual stroll on any given day of the week. It was a parade of fish-net stockings, leather high-heels, and an inventive variety of push up bras and tops surging with a bumper crop of bouncing boob. These women had no doubt studied the whores and streetwalkers; but those days were over. The blue-eyed red head with the curly ringlets that undressed Todd with her eyes would no doubt be grateful if he mistook her for a common prostitute and gave her a few hundreds; but regardless, she could not - dared not refuse any sexual advance he might make. Her, and an auburn haired beauty with pronounced dimples jiggled their surging assets and stared with a forlorn craving at the lanky, young man.
Todd lowered the dozen roses he'd bought, and gave a frustrated sigh. A year ago, you'd get bums and panhandlers that would beg, plead, for cash, some who'd splash dirt on your car windshield and try to get you to pay to clean it. But those days of course, were past. Now, it was nymphomanical sex-fiends with melon-sized breasts spilling out of their clothes desperately propositioning anything with a cock. Some of them would even-
"HEY!" Todd yelped, feeling a sharp slap on his rump. A sultry and dark-haired hispanic hottie fixed him with a smouldering gaze as he passed her. Her hand still groping for his ass. She turned to him, and began to saunter his way. With each step, her brown orbs of boob seemed to rise higher, as her dress fell lower on her chest. He trotted away, not giving her the slightest indication of interest. He knew better; he knew the cost. The tempation from the endless stream of willing womanhood still didn't change the value of a real relationship with a real woman. In Todd's mind, at least. And he wasn't one of those hopeful idiots who thought he could escape the consequences!
He passed a small, street-side electronics store, and could faintly hear the television sets on display in the front window:
"... that the Warden intentionally exposed prisoners for personal, sexual purposes." said the smooth, professional voice of the unseen announcer. A petite, blond woman with vast breasts lactating even through the formal business dress she wore, was sullenly undergoing a 'perp walk' as police officials led her away to a prison cell. She could scarcely have been older than 20; there was no possibility someone so young could have attained a position as Warden of a Federal Penitentiary. At least... six months ago, there was no such chance.
" The Government Shutdown continues today, paralyzing Washington with gossip and rumors. With so many Senators having mysteriously gone into hiding, breaking off contact with their staffs, the Budget has not been ratified, and the government has no authority to spend money..." Todd mused that we were probably better off without those conniving snakes.
"... what some are dubbing the first of the 'Man-Riots'; as today in this sleepy, college town, local female residents staged a forced invasion of the Sigma Epsilon Xi fraternity house. Police reported extensive sexual activity initiated by the local women. There is some dispute about the motivations involved..." Ha! Todd knew all too well what the motivation was; the same as with alI of these streetwalkers!
Passing an alleyway, Todd noticed a police squad-car, and while the officer should have been on duty; his current actions would have aroused the ire of Internal Affairs. It seemed that the presence of such youthful, buxom, wanton sluts in his squad-car, with their promises of pleasure, had simply been too much. A passerby could plainly see the tangle of legs over the seats, and Todd beheld a large, pale boob that quivered as it sprayed the inner windshield with a hot jet of sweet milk. The cop had probably thought that since these girls were begging for it like bitches in heat, a quicky wouldn't be so bad. The fool. He probably thought he was safe; everybody tells themself that 'it won't happen to me!' Still, Todd could certainly sympathize; it took great force of will not to give in to Denise's indecent proposals.
"Aww! Roses, you shouldn't have!" rasped a mockingly sarcastic voice, accompanied by the rolling clatter of a skateboard. Jason Cavendish swatted Todd's package as he rolled past, scattering the colorful flora on the sidewalk. He turned directions and skidded to a halt, about ten feet from a flustered and enraged Todd.
"Well, it's a niiiiice gesture; but I'll letcha give 'em to your boyfriend! Ha!" What a sick jerk. A tall and athletic blond playboy, Jason had been one of Todd's bitterest, in unacknowledged enemies since Middle School. He was never really sure what got under Jason's skin, maybe a racist, maybe he just need someone to pick on to feel like a man.
Their association had started with brazen, physical thefts of lunch money, upgrading to whoopie-cushions and snide insults. Todd had learned that it wasn't always true that a bully could be cowed if you stood up to them once. With such a slim musclature, he just didn't have the force needed to back-up a threat. And he'd tried to fight Jason once in the 10th grade... that was an incident best left forgotten! The blond bully has fit, healthy, and had never suffered simultaneous infection by african diseases. Todd had never really recovered from that, his full growth was stunted and he just... just didn't have the muscle to fight off a challenge. Most of the time, he'd succeeded at avoiding Jason, but every so often, there were still 'friendly' moments like this.
"Grow up Asswipe! What're you twenty-five, and yer still on a skateboard? Get a life!" But Jason had already started off again. Oh well, no harm done.
Jason smiled, Todd was so pathetic; once a loser, always a loser. It felt good to put nerds in their place. He really was a cut above; no doubt about it. His spiky, stylish blond cut framed a square-jawed, clean-shaven face with enough hard masculinity to be intimidating, but with a smooth, classical handsomeness that appealed to the ladies. He was ripped to, his muscled abdomen sported a toned six-pack of muscle, not too much hair. He was tough enough if it came to a fight, but he didn't have the overgrown, steroid-junkie look that some women found scary.
He continued skating with adroit efficiency down the sidewalk of 13th street, near a large, double-decker pink bus. That was unusual. Hmm... was he too cruel to dorks like Todd? Naw, he really was a stud! All that trash about 'all men being created equal' and all that was a load of crap. Just look at him! He was a real man, he always satisfied the fair sex, in the real world, where it mattered, there was no doubt that he deserved to be on top! It was just natural.
His skateboard came closer still to the vast, pink, double-decker bus; the sort one might build for interstate road-trips and tours. Large letters went across the vehicle in a plump, bubbly script:
MADAME VENUS' FEMALE ESCORT SERVICES!
Oh yeah, he'd heard of them. A brand new company, started up just four months ago. He wasn't sure 'precisely' what they did, but they seemed to be involved with assisting and supplying elite parties for the uber-rich. They must be trying to branch out. Several windows on both levels of the bus opened; wavy strands of varying shades of blond hair greeted Jason as a host of hotties scoped him out.
"Hey stud! We need a guy to help us put on suntan lotion! Can you help us out?" Huh! How about that!? What a fascinating company this was...