Ubertines: Squeeze it, Pinch it (1287 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.78 on 38 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by katy <chibiusaoni.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2006-02-03 11:29:25 EST
sorry people this is a bit of a rush job. never done a writing competition before and i kinda got the jitters as if i had an english assignment due.
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What's your fantasy. Say it, anything your heart desires.
She takes a twirl in the mirror. Divinity. Tonight's the busiest night of the year. The world pairs up and holds itself close hoping to stave off the loneliness that all people inevitably feel. She's working, of course. In her industry she doesn't have a choice except to work. Happy Valentines' day, love for only a few dollars.
The regulars come in, ordering drinks and assessing the night's selection. The men and women wait, staring hungrily at the choices before them. The cup runneth over.
She's the prime choice for the night, something in her draws people to her, that's why she got into this business. One look and she's made a thousand dollars off your bleeding heart. She knows exactly how to play it, which need to be preyed upon like a lioness to a kill, and which need to have her wilting in their grasp. She can be anyone you want. Tonight you're in love.
Take a seat and watch the show. Writhing flesh and strained muscles trying to get every ounce of sexuality out on a wooden floor and metal pole. The haze of smoke, dim lights and faint sparkle of glitter making the perfect aura surrounding her with a halo. The angel of the night. She's been doing this for years, you can tell of course. She's practiced rolling and grinding her body until the the muscle can't help but ripple beneath her skin. Still feminine. Still exquisite. A contortionist, her positioning on stage only giving a hint of what she's capable of.
She watches them, carefully, she knows which ones will give the highest pay out, how long to spend with each love of the evening to make sure they never feel forgotten give the highest tips and spend the most money. Perfection in timing. Gracefully bending and arching over each potential for the night, making sure a breast brushes up against a shoulder, or maybe that hand goes a little higher up than the club would like. A tease, the bait.
He walks in through the curtains, late in the evening. He's hungry. He's lonely. His girlfriend is comforting her single friends, a night with the girls. His girlfriend does this alot. The forgetfulness that comes with the comfort of a steady relationship is killing him. It'd be ended if he didn't feel so tired. People forget about eachother when they're face to face every day. The joy of first discovering everything and the spark is soon put out with neglect. He is the one.
She spots him immediately as he walks in. She drops the lustful look in her eye, her stage persona, for just a moment to evaluate and hone in on him. He's the one, the one for the night. After the song ends, the regulars are slowly weaned off her body and focused to the other girls. The lioness goes in for the kill but the gazelle looks up.
Blue eyes meet green. The haggard look to his face can't be hidden by all the haze and all the glitter. Unlike with most customers, she places herself carefully across from him instead of in his lap. Leaning slowly over, allowing shadows to cast the veil over her coveted body, she whispers into his ear. And he nods in return. They leave.
There's no stumbling as they stroll towards her car. She's sure of this one. It'll be a good deal, money up front for one night. One full night in the arms of Venus. In the car they start talking to eachother. The stripper becomes the psychotherapist, hearing every detail of his life. All the men do this, pay for company, pay for someone to listen, to care, to love them just for a little bit. Her advice is always better than others, she's been there done that seen everything. And really almost has. Insert the appropriate consolation here, nod there, watch the road. She's used to it. She likes this one though. He is tired and honest and isn't treating her like the others. It's a rarity.
Men lose respect for women who are willing to sell themselves. They don't realize that they're the ones being used, paying for the privilege of an orgasm with a stranger. A six figure annual income and all she does is smile and look pretty, face the world with a piercing look and maybe turn her hips a little faster. Anything she wants, she has, as long as they never realize who's using whom. But they never do. Desperation fueling the search for love and sex, some mote of intimacy in an empty place. They all love her just a little bit, and she pities them in return, but there is true concern and care in her pity. Comfort is a hard thing to find and she provides it for a small fee, which gives her a livelihood and a purpose in the world. She is the Lover.
They head up her driveway, she has a pretty decent house a little ways up from the edge of town. Nothing extravagant, just private and comfortable, built and decorated for her to serve her purpose. He is not a bad choice for the night. He is strong and tall, the kind she'd go for in her personal life. They slowly undress eachother while walking towards her office. A small spark of intrigue in him, a little bit of interest in her. He will be the aggressive one. Grabbing a large handful of her hair and putting his other hand around her back to the nape of her neck, gently but firmly controlling the motion of her head as they kiss. She knows what's next and lowers herself at the appropriate time to put her mouth on his cock. It is after all business. He continues to pull her hair and squeeze her shoulder as he comes for the first time of the evening.
A rest, she gets them some wine. Still in her underwear she pops the cork on a 40 year old bottle of wine. For what he's paying he will get the best, the price was discussed in the car, and paid before entry. Cash. Walking back, heels clicking on the wood floor, the glass is slowly passed and when her hand is free it traces small lines down the middle of his chest and back around his nipples. He knows what's next. And lowers himself to taste her. After the favor's been returned, he leans back and she stradles him. Tilting her hips she knows how to guide him in without hands. Perfect line up, perfect fit. She gets herself off again, and as the pressure of his hands builds on her hips she knows he does too.
The sun hasn't come up yet. The sky doesn't even have that yellow green tinge to it that signals the approaching dawn. There are birds though. There's still time. Just for one more. Face to face, hands held above head, he enters. They stare into eachother forever, there's a what could be look between them, and then reality comes back. Wrapping her legs around him and putting her heels at the small of his back, she pinches him between her thighs, and squeezes her muscles around him inside her. As the first light breaks into her window, it's his last of the evening, and hers.
Laying in the early dawn light, breathe steaming a little in the colder air flowing through the open window, they hold eachother. Just for a little. In another minute they will both be lonely again, he returns to the girlfriend, later, maybe to break it off, she goes back to work, later, to find another person to love, for a little while. He gets up, gets dressed. She gets up, gets her bathrobe. She calls him a cab. They walk to the door, protected by eachother. He puts his lips to her forehead and whispers something she can't understand and he won't repeat.
Back inside, she goes to shower, and then crawls into bed. Waiting to wake up and break another piece off her heart to give to someone who needs it more. Anything the heart desires.
User Reviews
Submitted by Maltese (user info) at 2006-09-05 13:49:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by AudaciousDuck (user info) at 2006-03-18 01:10:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good. Nice. Well Done. Bravo.
The feeling of detachment was certainly there. It was a few hours in an inch-thick picture frame.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-03-18 00:43:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2006-03-18 00:36:40 (#)
Ranking: -2
Marked.
Now back the fuck up.
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Why did you feel this merited a -2?
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2006-03-18 00:36:40 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Marked.
Now back the fuck up.
Submitted by G-prime (user info) at 2006-03-06 12:50:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
YOU WORK FOR PORN!YOU WORK FOR PORN!YOU WORK FOR PORN!YOU WORK FOR PORN!YOU WORK FOR PORN!YOU WORK FOR PORN!YOU WORK FOR PORN!YOU WORK FOR PORN!
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-02-09 22:21:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"Have you seen her face
She's got a face that would stop a clock
And with that face I surely won't stop
To look her in the eyes
But her money's green
Like tea and so's her teeth
But she's still so close to my reach
If I call, if I call at all
Anytime at all
So the story goes
I think I'll take her for a ride
With this moneybag by my side
A giggolo is the only way to go
So I show my face
And I can even fake a smile
But I'm laughing inside all the while
This little girl
She's a joke
Anytime at all"
Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2006-02-07 21:53:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
this story would've been a lot better if you replaced the female character with shlongy instead.
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2006-02-07 21:37:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-02-06 17:11:52 (#)
Ranking: 2
awww can i stalk you too?
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yes
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-02-04 20:08:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-04 14:06:55 (#)
Ranking: 2
Dork, he doesn't mean you're gay. I think he means this is the post that 'outs you' as a kickass writer. Er, or a stripper. One of those two. But not gay.
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Praying I don't get hit with an inona (hope that is right) opponent in the next round. (If I make it)
-Dave
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-04 14:06:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Dork, he doesn't mean you're gay. I think he means this is the post that 'outs you' as a kickass writer. Er, or a stripper. One of those two. But not gay.
Um, I already wrote the above as a reply to this message, only to find it is not here. Which makes me wonder if I dropped a completely nonsensical reply on someone else's post. Oh well.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-02-04 12:37:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
ace.
Submitted by Tyrone_Washington (user info) at 2006-02-04 02:35:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-02-04 00:26:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
yeah but a camwhore would require me putting a picture up. most likely of myself, i'm wary of proof i exist floating out there on the web. that and i hate pictures *gag*
i still don't understand his comment. am i gay?
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-02-04 00:06:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
camwhore maybe?
An odd shemale, that one. Sometimes his usage of the language is indecipherable to us mere mortals.
I was speaking to the other piece of his comment, which I'm sure you're aware of so I don't know why I'm typing this right now..
Submitted by Tubabuhst_01 (user info) at 2006-02-04 00:04:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Rushed job or not, it was extremely good. Bravo!
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-02-03 23:55:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
i don't understand O's comment about coming out party. am i gay?
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-02-03 23:40:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Orgasmatron
Brdn_Nkd
thecaes
What these three guys said.
This was awesome. The ending was superb. Everything...just ...fuck. This is why you do so damn well around here. Don't succumb to the desire to post shit, like I do oh so often, even if it means you only post once a month. Keept it inside until it grows into something like this.
+ fucking 2
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-02-03 20:29:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
A Valentine's day story about a whore fucking a lonely man?
Awesome!!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-03 19:53:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This two is well deserved. I'm pleased to see it's still here.
* double checks to make sure he doesn't accidentally rate it a 0 and succumb to cruel irony *
Submitted by The_Yellow_Dart (user info) at 2006-02-03 18:16:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It's not a popular song.
Poe (artist) Haunted (cd)
Really good though.
That actual lyrics in that song are from a book her brother wrote called "House of Leaves", which is my favourite book. Go read that too if you're really ambitious. :)
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-02-03 17:33:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow.
I loved this.
-Dave
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-02-03 17:29:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
wow. i'm kinda surprised the rating stayed up there. thanks. like seriously. i didn't know there was a song. i kinda like how proofofpurchase didn't like the title haha. and o that's the point. probably says something seriously unhealthy about my psyche though.
Submitted by The_Yellow_Dart (user info) at 2006-02-03 17:14:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/poe/109711.html
I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then, I know it didn't really matter, she wasn't listening
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back, and told me to lie on top of her
On top of those leather pants of hers, extremely expensive leather pants
Mind you, her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round, like a tear
Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her
Lips tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away
Pinch it, she said, which I did, lightly, until she also said pull it,
Which I also did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down under
And beneath, the longest unzipping of my life...
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
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I thought this was going to be about that song. Good story, nonetheless. (go listen to the song)
Submitted by MistressFist (user info) at 2006-02-03 16:54:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by leilani (user info) at 2006-02-03 15:02:29 (#)
Ranking: 2
i hate seeing the sun rise. that time inbetween night and dawn.
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me too. it means that sleep time is over, and work time is almost here. <weeps>
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-02-03 16:43:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-02-03 12:07:05 (#)
Ranking: 2
Didn't care for the beginning of the story, but it got really good as the activity picked up. +1.99.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-02-03 16:12:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I would have just posted a big picture of a nipple if I got that title.
Submitted by proofofpurchase (user info) at 2006-02-03 15:04:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I really liked this a lot, except for the title.
Submitted by leilani (user info) at 2006-02-03 15:02:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i hate seeing the sun rise. that time inbetween night and dawn.
i did like this very much though.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-02-03 13:17:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
beaute.
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2006-02-03 13:06:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by MichelleNJ (user info) at 2006-02-03 12:47:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very well written.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-02-03 12:41:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I felt detached the whole time. Which is not to say that I didn't feel engaged, because I did. Rather, I'm happy that I felt detached because that's what both of the characters are. Flat from a lack of caring. I hope that was an intentional choice of yours...otherwise I insist you pay me for the idea.
I'm'a suggest that this compeition is going to be your coming-out party.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-03 12:28:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
And this: "One look and she's made a thousand dollars off your bleeding heart." -- is a great line.
Agreed. I may suck in these competitions but they're awsome, get to read some great stuff like this.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-03 12:07:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hhhaaawwwt. Also, kind of sad. You struck a great balance here.
And this: "One look and she's made a thousand dollars off your bleeding heart." -- is a great line.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-02-03 12:07:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Didn't care for the beginning of the story, but it got really good as the activity picked up. +1.99.
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-02-03 11:55:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Okay inion you gotta listen to what I have to say now. Alright? DEAL WITH IT! NOW!
That being said. This was superb. Has that kind of distant observation feeling that I enjoy. You know what I wrote a whole paragraph here and then decided I don't know you that well so why would you want to hear what I have to say. Bah.
Well written. There take a +2.
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-02-03 11:50:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
enjoyable
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-02-03 11:44:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow. And I always wondered if your career affected your writing. I will come back and properly review this in a moment.