If there is Excitement

Dina sat on a bench waiting for her fan to tell her about how she could behave in order to convey her sexuality even more seductively than he had already seen that she could.. He had contacted her through social media, after been lured by some of her revealing, but still semi-decent, pix.

The guy began talking about a few people he knew, who were body-art painters. He said they wold be able to enable her to both show and hide every part of her body. Her vagina, he specified, they could see to it that it looked like either an underwear, or perhaps a pair of shorts, whichever she preferred.  He continued that one of the painters even was able to style her vaginal hair so that it both could cover her potential excitement and at the same time be part of what seemed to be pants.

Thinking about this, Sina felt some pleasure building up between her legs. She imagined herself walking around in malls, streets, cafés and whatever, having her body sort of fully exposed, without people even necessarily suspecting. ... 

"Ahh," she mused, feeling the tingle between her legs, and asked: "Then both male and female people can perhaps be watching me naked even without dealing with it as something unusual?"

"Exactly!" the man said. "the people I know have a studio about half a mile from here. "I can message you more about them later, like address and such, if you give me your number." He hesitated for a moment, then he handed her his phone. "Please dial yourself on it," he said.

She did, feeling excited over the potential fun she could be going to have. Then she also came to think about her possibilities of getting away with it well enough to be able to shine with her cool and fun attitudes about such stuff. "Do you think it can also make me some money?" she asked.

"Why, yes. ... Or probably, that is."

"How can I make money by having fun without there being a risk for that an exposure of it all makes those know who despise or hate it?"

He thought for a while. "Perhaps you can go to a party where the rich people want to enjoy looking at extravagance of that kind. Those people tend to fear the exposure that you also want to avoid."

"Do you think you can set me up for such stuff, to help me pay the painters?"

He smiled smugly. "Yes I think I can.

Two months later, she went to the artists, and they painted her full body: On top she looked like she was wearing a see-through T-shirt with an almost see-through bra underneath. For those who looked downwards, she seemed to wear (none pants that were sunken a bit below an sexy black underwear. The pubic hair hide the vagina well. They said it would probably keen it hidden well enough for her to be able to expose herself even while excited.

Later that evening, she went to a party where she wore nothing but the paint. Shyly she looked around, and found herself horny. To the extent she was, she knew that her vaginal hair was just long enough to cover fairly well. That way she would probably be able to excite herself enough to really feel cute and real about the attention she received.

She took a glass of wine from a cocktail table. Feeling her nakedness she sipped it musingly, and thought through her situation. It was, as it seemed, not to her disadvantage, that the rich people at the party hoped to glance at least something of her much exposed body. But there did seem to be a danger in that she might be exposed as if exposure was all she wanted. Thereby she sought after tingling feelings of being covenant with the rich ones.

In order not to get too excited, she took some extra care to pretend that she was fully dressed. Because without doing so, she could loose it., she figured. To the extent she lost it, she thought, she wouldn't be seen as a bad girl  -   among these richies.

Thinking about this, she looked around the room. The rich ones were all in all far from uniform group of people. There were young people, older people, men and women.

In order to stay excited to some extent, she got herself closer to a group of five youngsters. She was not quite certain if these were the actual rich ones, or if they perhaps could perhaps be there for some other reason -  as she was herself.

A girl in the group glanced at her and smiled briefly. That's when she saw it: That girl too was dressed only in  painted clothing! 

Two of the the three guys in the group were smoking weed. They, and the only other girl among them, were all dressed in actual clothes, it seemed. And so was the third guy. 

One of the gus smiled at her i  a way that made her wonder if he somehow saw, suspected   -  or perhaps even took for gramted  -  that she was naked. She looked at him for a while. "Come to think of it," she reflected, "there is probably not any chance that a guy could hide a possible hard-on with only paint on". With that she faintly returned the smile, and also a smile she now notice on the other body-painted girl.

One the guysoffered her aurinko. She sipped it and soon felt very sure of herself in her situation.

Thereby she fairly soon decided to expose herself a lot. For doing it, she went to the dance floor. After a while there she felt herself cum. It didn't matter. She danced and continued to enjoy herself all night.

In the morning she went outside, accompanied by the three men and one other female. At the time she noticed herself somehow feeling a bit annoyed at the males in the company, but she didn't quite feel like saying it. Instead, she found herself saying  -  for some reason  -  that she preferred to be into "having a ball without being into horny guys at the first date". The other girl looked at her and smiled. "I feel like getting horny and then screwing the three of them, if they want me!" she proclaimed.

"Where's the other girl who was with you?" Dina asked.

"She letting us earlier this morning."

Dina looked at her, then at the guys. One of them was already getting himself closer to the other girl. Meanwhile, ine of the others seemed to indicate that he was OK with this, in a way that made Dina conclude that it was his place they were in.

But Dina didn't feel very self-assured by it. Instead she found herself wondering about if she could pass as cool enough."Will I  -  and will I need to  -  be able to excite the guys, well enough for them to respect me?" she asked herself.  

But after a shorts while, she managed to get her self self-assured, by fondling one of them  -  a guy whom she seemed to remember had moved in on her  -  and the other girl who was there. This seemed to excite both of them a lot, and to some extent the others in the room as well. 

Thereby the five of them were having an orgy at the place they were at. It was the house of one of the guys. He, and the other two seemed happy to appreciate the two girls a lot. This made Dinna feel certain that she wouldn't become poor from this kind of fun.

She looked at the others, and then herself. She still had that body-paint on. "Did you know all along that I was without clothing?" she asked. 

"No," they said, "but imagined it to be so. And after like half an hour we became sure about it."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because you exposed you inner lips after having danced for a while."

She thought about the reassurances she had gotten, and uttered: "I thought my vagina hair was styled to hide it."

They looked at her. The other girl answered: "Your vagina looked very OK in that sense, until you spread your legs, as if to expose it," she stated and spread her own  legs to indicate what she meant. 

"How about you and I," the girl continued, "get ourselves painted in paint that seems like ordinary street clothes. Then you won't have to lose yourself by getting drinking or so. But instead there can be a cool adventure in really fooling everybody."

Dina looked excited. "Yeah, I think I want to try that!"

The other girl indicated the third guy, rhe one who neither seemed to own the place they were at nor was the one Dina had just fondled a while ago. "That guy, Rob," she said, "can paint me that way. ..."

Dina looked at her. "But at the party I saw through that body-paint I think. That is at least I saw through what either you  -  or was that the one who left early  -  had on her."

"That was fairly intentional," Rob broke in. "At that party," we were there in for exposing the possibility of that kind of freedom. But that's not usually the main purpose."

Dina made deal with Rob to also present his artwork asa both cool and trustworthy clothing alternative. After a few hours she stood in a studio, letting Rob do his stuff on her body. After having been thoroughly painted, she walked down the streets with her vagina fully exposed to every one, without everybody having to notice. 

With that she felt content to be able to feel the excitement of men's eyes without them being fully able to scorn her as a slut. She came home ho.e, afterwards, feeling quite horny, without them exposing her vagina as something they all could have. Finally, she had a bath. There she exposed her full lips and excited herself by realizing the nakedness of her vagina as insinuative of her nature as sexual being.

What if They all Thought About it?

 "Why don't you yourself dress yourself as daringly as you appreciate that we ladies do?" Deborah asked a bit smugly. Her bikini was sor tof, or you might say almost, see-through.

"Ah, well! To some extent I fear being awkward,"  Gabriel told her.

"Why?"

"Most of all because there isn't much that says I can get away with it!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that few people would accept it from me!"

She sneered a little. But she also showed him a warmth that sort of said to him that she, for one, would. He wasn't sure about this, but perhaps she even would be able to piggy-back upon her appreciation for being sexy.

After thinking about it for a while, she looked at him and said: "To the extent that I should dress sexy, so should those that I can appreciate, I think! Now if you want to be appreciated, why don't you go ahead and try it?"

He seemed to smile at the this thought, perhaps smugly, but (even so) gently enough for her to feel inspired to try to have him make a go for it. "How about you and I go to the park, and there you take off your shirt to begin with."

"Yeah, sure, I can do that! But what do you mean should be the continuation?"

"I'll see to it that there is a continuation!"

 "You sure?"

"Kinda!"

"OK! I'll trust you for it! "

"OK, let's go!"

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the park. It was fairly full of people.

"How about you take it off right away?" she asked.

"Alright,"he answered and did so.

"Alright!" she said."How about you and I go buy us each a hot dog now?"

"OK!"

They walked a few hundred yards to a hot dog stand. When there, some old lady examined his torso. Then she smiled smugly.

He looked at her, then at Deborah. But Deborah was looking in the other direction, so he put his hand on her shoulder.She turned and looked at him. "What?" she inquired.

"Debbie, I doubt that anyone but some really old ladies feel that way about male extravagance!"

She looked indignant. "And what do you call me, then?" she asked. "I felt it from the beginning and you should be able to care about it!"

A guy who was standing before them in line for hot dogs turned and looked at them, examined them a little. Then he smiled and looked a bit more closely at the girl who seemed to appreciate male state of undress.

She looked back. He was in his thirties, reddish blond and kind of handsome.She kind of smiled, but restrained herself passably form it.

The guy almost smiled back.Then he looked at Gabriel, and back to her again.

After smiling once more, he turned around and whispered something to black guy who seemed to be standing in line with him. He turned his head. Bowing his head a little, he smiled and frowned faintly at her. Then he looked at Gabriel's bare upper body, examining it and smiling a bit differently.

Gabriel looked around. he saw the old lad, who had an air of both joy and, somehow, indifference. Turning to look in the other direction, he spotted a fairly young woman, camping on the grass,whom he could imagine had perhaps appreciated his torso. But he could hardly be content with this small perhaps of appreciation.

Looking back at Deborah, he found that she looked at the two guys. She was carrying his shirt, so he took a step towards her and took it, which seemed to startle her a little. She watched him redress and asked: "Do you really feel that you can stand for anything of courage about it! Why do you feel that you always should be dressed?"

"As I said, I don't feel I'm appreciated enough for it!"

"I doubt that you could feel that there is a compliment for everyone who is exciting to look at! There's a hidden appreciation here and there, which you should learn to recognize!"

Gabriel saw the black man look at them and shake his head. He also saw the old lady, kind of smiling, as it seemed. But Deborah looked serious and thoughtful.

"What do you mean," Gabriel asked her, "that there could be of an appreciation that is not there for men who don't expose themselves?"

"I mean that really most chicks do feel that there really can be something quite attractive with a nude male body!"

Something made Gabriel turn his head towards the young woman whom he had looked at a while ago. She sat there staring thoughtfully in a direction where he couldn't tell if there was something to be watching. Perhaps, he told himself, she somehow senses this, and wonders how to be free from restraints that bind her from caring to show appreciation, when and if she felt some.

Looking back at his friend Deborah, he sighed. "Alright, I'll try a little more," he said. She smiled at him. "Good! Begin with taking the shirt off again."

He sighed again, and stripped it of.  She smiled, went forwards to him, and hugged him tenderly. he felt her nipples against his skin, and smiled. Then he grabbed her wrists (with fairly good gentleness about it), looked her in the eyes and asked: "Why do we seem to be so different about showing off? What do you think?"

She looked nonplussed at first, then answered: "We don't seem different to me, in that sense! For me it's about that we don't have the same calling about it! For some reason guys don't feel it's about their own exposure  -  but that it's just about ours!"

"But, ... You know what? It's not I who feel that it's about anyone's exposure, really! Somehow, it seems, though, that as you and some others tend to appreciate showing off, it becomes difficult to resist you!"

"Oh! We don't really feel we have to expose ourselves, except for that men really want us to! It's not easy to resist every male insinuation about as as those who aught to be as cute and sexy as ... as we feel we have to be for the sake of those who do appreciate it. ..."

"Are you sure they all appreciate it without you insinuating that they should?"

"I feel sure they don't appreciate nothing of worth for it. We don't feel we all have to be cool about it. Rather it's they who don't appreciate us if we don't encourage their appraisal of prurience! ... But that isn't because we are all prurience, but it's because they don't appreciate the rest of us without feeling it!"

The two guys who had looked at them earlier had just bought their hot dogs, turned and looked at them, while beginning to walk. The old lady looked at them. Turning his head, Gabriel looked at the young woman he had noticed before. She somehow looked a bit detached than before.

Deborah put her hand against Gabriel's cheek. Turning his head softly towards her, she showed that she saw whom he was looking at. She stared at her for a short while, then looked at him, insinuating that she wondered if he felt her appreciation was very important.

He felt nonplussed. But thinking about it, he too wondered if he felt that. "Look, I don't know if there's anything especially interesting about her! I really couldn't find anyone else, except you, who could, even perhaps, prove your point to me  -  the point that there could be an appreciation out there, which I could learn to discern as ... an uplift or so."

"Do you feel like talking to her?"

He looked surprised. "Yeah, I guess."

She took his hand and pulled him towards her. When they got to her Deborah smiled and said: "Hi there!"

The girl looked up. "Who are you?" she interrogated.

"Eh, we just felt that you seem to appreciate good things in life! Do you feel that we are right?"

She looked surprised. "Sort of, I guess. ..."

"Then do you appreciate his looks, without a shirt on?"

"What?"

Gabriel looked embarrassed. "Debbie, no, I can't!"

"Oh, come on Gabe!"

The girl giggled. "The two of you should manage on your own, I think."

"Oh " they both said, and started leaving.

The girl looked thoughtful. "Even so," she added, "I feel that it was kind of splendid to happen to get your acquaintance. ..."

What Some Do for Conviviality

Clara had just gone into the shower room, and she found to her pleasure that she was all alone in the shower room for a while. She felt like being alone, and thereby chose a shower fairly far from the door. Thereafter she started contemplating while lathering her body. ... She thought about how her new work place seemed sort of good enough for perhaps having a sneak relationship with someone there. Thinking about this, she became fairly horny.

But seemingly she wouldn't be left alone for enough time to quite lather herself completely from top to toe. Three girls, one of which she knew of as annoyingly obnoxious, entered. The girl she recognized was a mulatto woman who seemed to like insulting people now and then. But she now seemed smilingly friendly in a sense that Clara sort of felt was fake since she hadn't seen her that was before.

But the two other girls, one black and one blond, were smiling in much the same way as she, and as they entered they giggled and cheered merrily. This seemed blithesome in a sense, to Clara. But she also felt a bit cornered by them, which made her feel distressed, but she also felt embarrassed, since she hadn't been counting on the presence of anyone else there.

She looked at the trio of disturbing young females. They looked much like herself. But then she saw: The three of them were all accentuating their vaginas in a more vulgar way than she figured she ever would. So she looked reproachfully at them, trying to intimidate, or perhaps insult, them. But the girls giggled and stared back, in a cheerful way that made Clara realize that they weren't at all insulted by her stare.

“Sweet sixteen is what we all are!” the blond girl said.

Clara looked at her, and then at her two friends. First she looked at their faces, but she felt they were vulgar. Thereby she turned her eyes towards the floor. Then she noticed: Their pubic lips pouted outwards, which her own also had until recently. But theirs, she felt, somehow seemed to portray their whole essence as if they were supreme enough to conquer the potential fatality of just about any situation or circumstance.

The black girl smiled musingly and vulgarly. She started moving her hips so that her labia showed from a slightly varying angle, which even more emphasized their excited tenderness. The third girl (the one she had recognized) respired in an excited way, sort of (it seemed) in order to respond to her friend's vulgar dance-like movements. At the same time, it seemed that she intimated about that her own excitement was to edge of something that wasn't shown, but could be hinted that way. This startled Clara very much!

She looked passed them, out into the locker room. While she was at it, she tried to see if some other girls (out in the locker room) might have noticed anything. But they seemed mostly to be doing trivial small talk while changing their clothes. None of them looked much towards the showers. To the extent someone did, it seem that she didn't figure anything out.

The blond girl seemed interested in what Clara was looking at, and thereby turned her head to glance backwards. The mulatto did that too while the third girl stared at Clara. As the two others turned their heads back, the two of them seemed to decide intuitively that they were free to become as vulgar as they wanted to be, just as long as there ostensively were no real embarrassments about how they behaved. That is, they felt there were no limits to how much their cunts could be semi-exposed for the embarrassment of the forth girl in the shower room.

Clara looked at them again. She felt they humiliated her by the notion that the circumstances perhaps had insinuated that she wanted them with her. Then she finally took courage and walked out passed the three of them. As she did they stood themselves so that she couldn't quite avoid touching their bodies a little as she walked passed them.

When she had left the shower room, the three of them turned to look after her. The black one somehow seemed to imply something about that she had it in her to believe there could be another encounter, and that they could become more intimate then. It wasn't vulgar of her, Clara felt, to imply this. Also, it was far-fetched, which disturbed her in another sense, enough so that she perhaps she could tell that she was wrong. Thereby she glanced at the two others, and then back at her, in order to find a way to say it without seemingly ranting about something that wasn't seemingly actual.

She noted that one of the two others also stared a bit expectantly at her - the one she had earlier found to be an obnoxious woman! Chocked by this, she took the stands about them that they were too vulgar to be dealing with. But she also felt like being obnoxious about it. So she said: “Are you staring at me because you want something or am I to be seen as the idol for all three of you?”

The black girl sighed. The blond one seemed embarrassed and turned her eyes to the floor. The mulatto crouched a little. Neither of them said anything at first.

“Why,” the blond girl asked and raised her eyes again, “do you think you weren't as confident about your appearance in there as ... there would be reason to see you as, for being the first girl in there to show that she wanted something of conviviality?” She seemed to feel embarrassed about something, but not to debase herself for it. Even so, she was able to convince everyone in the dressing room that she felt like caring for the girl she was talking to. Clara felt disgusted by her perhaps being interested in her. Thereby she asked: “Do you know what? I don't feel like a commitment towards you nor either one of the others. But I feel there could be nothing about what there is to your kind of conviviality that doesn't embarrass the heck out of me. I thereby propose that all three of you find it in yourselves to excite yourselves at some other place! Because I have found you to be disgusting!”

The black girl looked at her and answered: “Hey, couldn't you show me to this other place?”

A girl standing behind Clara giggled. Clara turned around and found her half-dressed beside an open locker. “What's so funny?!” she asked indignantly.

She giggled again - with an edge of politeness to it. She almost whispered when she said: “I feel that they all three are pointing at a way to be fun without causing too much trouble! So in a sense, it's not they, but you, who should perhaps feel embarrassed?!”

“I'm not too sure about it!” Clara responded. “I don't feel I'm very much the one to blame here!”

The girl whom Clara had earlier found obnoxious said: “Don't you realize, we aren't too much into anything that isn't, sort of at least, for everyone's sake.”

“There could be,” her blond friend filled in, “something in it for you as well!”

The girl by her locker smiled and added: “It's not they who are into so much of ruling out that we should perhaps all be into just being happy!”

Now another girl who stood at another locker and also was changing her clothes talked back: “It isn't for all of us to try to be happy all the time, is it?”

This made Clara able to feel more at ease. Even so, she still felt threatened by the three (or even for four) girls who had tried to embarrass her sexually. She thereby quickly went to her own locker in order to put on her street clothes and then go home.

In her apartment she felt that she couldn't be into sex, for the time being. She thereby tried to think about her new work place in some other sense than she had an hour ago. As she did, she found a way to define it as the place where she needed to feel at home but still be alert about what there is to not being at home. Thereby she felt satisfied with her day after all. ...

Three Friends at a Fair for Modern-Media Engagement

“Are you sure?! she asked, without really thinking much about how they might seem to be pathetic unless they forgot about that they were porn stars, when they were at this club for showing what money one has been able to make by use of modern media.

Her friend hesitated. “Underneath this bra I don't have to care about the media!” she responded.

The third friend broke in. “Extravagance for them would be publicity for our sites!” she stated. “We don't all have to fit in our clothes for being good content for what they might want for their partners!”

“Okay!” the first one said. “Then I'll see to it that my tight-fitting bra seems to be the content they need for both good fun and the serious content they will need for feeling benign about themselves - and so also we!”

“How come,” the second girl asked, “they don't figure us out as really into their porn as also being of our nature, instead of pretending we're mostly silly about trying to be what they might want?”

“It's because,” the first girl answered thoughtfully, “we don't really seem to care to be extravagant unless they're there to project our instincts so that they can be suitable also for the public! It seems they don't even think about that we might be in for it even without them, since we need them for, well sort of for their feedback!”

The third girl looked at the two others. She seemed unaccustomed to the subject of the present conversation. Then she looked out towards the tens of people that were gathered for the same purpose, only a few of them being extravagant in a for enticement in a way similar to how she and her friends were. Then she looked back at her friends and said: “They don't seem to be into the same kind of business as us! Still this is a fair for those who do their blogging in a fancifully way so that they, too, can get money for it!”

The second girl looked out at the crowd. “Yeah!” she stated. “They're all hiding something, it seems!”

All three of them sat and looked concerned and a bit self-conscious. The first girl flaunted her breast and then said: “How about we have us seem extravagant just for the fun of it!? I mean how abut we do it just for the fun of it!?”

The third girl immediately flaunted both her titties, and answered: “Yeah! Let's get them thinking about that we really want it!!”

The third girl sat still thinking, while the other two stripped down to their bare vanity. Then she rose and stripped bare-naked and hailed: “Let's make them all see us the way we are with each other, and the way we were long before they even had any possibility of seeing it!”

The first girl giggled. “Okay! Let's do even that stuff in public!”

Tho weeks later the three girls had a new set of partners for their blogging business and seemed to be getting into really making some profits!

“Oh wow!” one of them said. “Now I see how it pays off simply to be oneself in this business!”

"Yeah!" and "Yeah, wow, it does!" the other two mused.

Hot Beach Pleasure for an Adult Girl - and Her Admirers

Wendy chose the red one of her two string bikinis. She knew that with it on, she could easily show her ass in public so that just about all of it could be seen, including even most of her anus  -  if she wanted that. But its front part did, though almost not, cover the actual genitals, which was what she wanted.

She hoped to be able to act vulgar without totally seeming to be a very easy a prey for smart old boys or so. That is those who wanted that piece of ass without being (what she found to be) good enough for her  -  nor even paying for her. Had she wanted that, then she would have gone naked. But she also felt that the dudes could probably become fed up with her ass seeming prude by their comparison. She thereby still did want to flaunt her most vulgar assets for them.

She felt kind of secure that those who were important for her wouldn't consider her to be scum, nor that the wrong ones would rape her  -  at least probably not. But as her bikini bottom showed equally much of her front-side assets, then that would mean she could be raped, or worse called smut for a cheaper catch than she liked to think of herself that she would want to be. That is, a cheap catch in a sense that made her seem low enough not to be considered part of society.

“I'll find myself a good time on the beach!” she told herself as she put it on.

Down at the beach, she walked passed two guys, whom she recognized. When she had just passed them, she stretched her ass so that they - or each of them - could perhaps see her as vulgar enough to be considered a match for his dirty side. But in a sense she felt that the dirt that showed for them was sort of to be considered there by mistake, although still sort of also taken as there on purpose. She felt that she had had it in her to consider each of them to be a good enough catch for a night in bed or something.

Soon after she had done this she felt her front side fill up with the pleasure there could be of seeming to be what either one of these studs might want. But in front of her there weren't any attractive young dudes, just two old ladies, an old man, and then two teenage girls. So she spontaneously felt like hiding her excitement, but wasn't quite able to hold it back. Instead she turned around, to face the guys she had just walked passed.

At least one of them, she saw, had something of a bulge in his swimwear. Looking at it, she felt relieved. Also she felt even hornier than before. The relief helped her to feel that she could seat herself cross legged without becoming self-conscious.

After a while she felt like changing her position, to find out more about what was going on in her environment. She turned and lay herself down with her face towards the five people she preferred to avoid the attention of. To her disappointment, she found then that the old man was looking at her. This turned her off.

Thinking about this, she had a problem with it. But she still considered it a virtue for her sexual condition to be able to show her ass for the two boys that were behind her. Because to the extent her ass's filthy stuff was attractive for at least one of them, this somehow helped her to a self-confidence so that she didn't have to consider herself all too low because of that filth of an old man looking at her!

She also felt that since her ass was something that each of the boys also had something very similar to, she didn't quite have to bother with viewing herself as necessarily filthier than he could be seen as, nor than he could see her friend, she hoped. “I could consider it be a trap for him,” she thought for herself, “that if he considers me filth, then perhaps that could mean that he would want one of his buddies, rather than my ass!”

Turning her head towards them, she saw the two of them watching her now. There also seemed to be bulges in both of their swim wears now, she noted. She felt that was enough, although they were not very daring in their actions - not even one of them, it seemed. in a sense, thereby, neither was as cool as she wanted him to be. But she felt she could care about that each of them probably had to restrain himself from being too obvious, being a guy, who indeed has that built-in obviousness in his penis.

This was a reason for that she felt that she needed to begin the extravagance. Then, upon this, there was a good chance that one or both of the dudes would also let go, in a way that suited her.  And even if he didn't, she felt that he could probably dream about her for it. Also,she herself would seem cool enough to be able to keep on flirting even with other guys, she thought.

Thereby she felt like stripping, which she didn't though. But she imagined herself doing it, saying to herself that her vagina could be good enough show for the blokes. But what she sort of didn't realize was that since the ass was what they had there, they more or less had in themselves that they could be considered the same as she, but less likely to be the object of someones attention, and thereby even lower. Even so, she subconsciously felt satisfied about that they were to be considered low enough in a sense for her to feel free from guilt, sort of, for being vulgarly extravagant.

This was so, even though she knew they could be considered quite keen on watching her, and in a sense therefore. ... It seemed likely for her, thereby, that the boys would only be satisfied with that she wanted the pleasure of them seeing it. This she considered to be a real virtue in her own sense. So she could consider it to be a smart thing for as long as they wanted to look at it, to show her private parts in public.

Party Strip-Tease

The beach party had been going on for two hours, but it was already near midnight. People were getting drunk, and Sheila felt she had to do something for seeming fit for an escapade with one of the guys!

She focused on a bunch of men on a bridge who seemed to be gathered there for discussing sports or something. Looking at them, she noted that there were only two women them.

“Look at me!” she shouted, and the men looked, as she lifted her bikini over her head. One woman, who was also at the beach, stared as well. She seemed almost as infatuated by it - just like some of the guys on the bridge, and at the beach. “I'll even take the bottom off!” Sheila shouted, and pulled off her shorts.

Two men applauded over this. The other woman on the beach lifted her arms to her head in a gesture that seemed to be of amazement. Soon after, she too started to take her bottom off. And then the shirt, and bikini, too! Sheila, who had until then expected to be alone about stripping, saw how some of the guys looked at that other woman instead of her, and thereby felt that she needed to excel beyond her vulgarity in order to keep the males interested. For this purpose, she fondled her nipples, vulgarly. But then the other girl began to do that too, and the men began watching her even more than they had been watching Sheila.

To counter this, Sheila even started masturbating. But then again, the other girl started to masturbate, and, somehow,she got an orgasm soon enough to have the men staring at her.

Now Sheila got really jealous! She started to masturbate even more, while intensely staring at the few men who still preferred to look at her. There seemed to be only three of them now, but two of these three now seemed content to intensely look at Sheila, only. One of them even unbuttoned his pants ant took his penis out, immediately beginning to jerk off. Sheila stared at him, even more intensely than at the other one who had preferred her. She felt that her whole subsistence as a girl depended upon having him - or perhaps one of the other guys - cum before his attention had moved to her rival!

Meanwhile the other girl who had been stripping began to dance before the five men who had preferred to look at her, Thereby, the third guy, who had looked almost, but not quite, only on Sheila, moved his attention to her. He seemed to focus his attention on her vagina, which annoyed Sheila even more!

Sheila stared at her! She got the impression she was trying to annoy her. I can, she figures rival her back by trying to be as intense as her about my cunt moving to the rhythms of the music in the loudspeakers. So she began masturbating in line with the music, as much as she was able to.

With that she gained back the attention of the third guy, and at least one more of them. But now a third girl had begun stripping! This annoyed Sheila as well. But even so she felt reassured by that two more of the guys had stripped too.

She also felt content by that it seemed to be mostly other women who had been intimidated by the sexuality of it all. A few of them  - but perhaps one or two guys as well - seemed to be leaving. Others were trying to curse or to be scornful against those who had stripped.

But Sheila paid no heed - and in a sense she felt like spiting those men and women who (for whatever reason) wanted to deny her the right to have a party go wild the way she felt it should. Indeed she felt that to the extent she cared about them, they would only intimidate me - those assholes!

But for some reason, the guys who were interested now focused more and more on one or more of the other female strippers who were there, because there were even more of them by now, Sheila noted, and even the guy who had seemed to be masturbating so specifically for Sheila, now appeared to be more interested in one or two of those, than in Sheila. She looked stare at other girls, and even come, ejaculate. This made her feel kind of sick of herself  -  but even so it somehow also intimidated her to contest them even more. She felt that she needed to impress at least one of the guys to seem to feel that it would be exactly her that he would keep on fancying. But, as she felt intimidated by the other girls, she could reach no orgasm while thinking about that they too could get the males' attention.

Feeling too drunk to be mature, she thought that somehow this was her ticket to a fancy life-style. She felt that if some guy brought her home, then this would mean there would be a possibility for her to meat that rich man down the road, who would somehow give all that stuff she wanted and had a need for. This led her to have it she needed to pretend the guys owed her something, and what this something was would somehow show after a few dates had arranged for her to meet that man that would fulfill her dreams. ...

For the Sake of their "Maturity"

“Sex appeal,” her teacher said, “is what we all have to deal with, that it is what they want, those fellows! That is, for you, and the other girls in my class, it's boys of course! For me they're a little bit older, those that I can think about as the ones I could be dealing with!”

“But!” she replied, “It's not those in our class who are finding it in themselves to try to be even a bit descent!”

“That's because the boys fancy them better if they are seem eager for caring to be into sex for the sake of being seen as good enough!”

“But why do I have to care to be into sex just because they find it in the boys that they care to see them as cute as long as they're horny enough to be venturesome?!”

“It's because they all find it in them not to care to be cool about the novelettish kinds of attitudes in girls that seem keen on having them seem unworthy of having the sex they need to feel good about their existence!”

“Ah! I don't find them to be one bit into guys in that sense! It's not fun they don't wanna have!”

“Trey not to overemphasize too much about that they seem to care not to be into boys! They are all into sex for the fortune it can give them when they seem worthy of appreciation from those inclined for providing sex with the allure it can have! ... I now find this discussion to have gone as far as it can go!”

“But I find them to be impossible to upbraid! I insist, therefore, that you tell them!”

Her teacher looked at her. “There's no need, Annika,” she said, “for me to tell them anything! But we can discuss this issue all of us together, tomorrow!”

Her pupil now sighed and said: “Okay, then! Let's do that tomorrow!”

The next day, soon after lunch, the teacher told her class that for the sake of understanding one another, “We should all discuss sex appeal and what it's about! Thereby, we shall all try to think about what it is!” While she was saying it she moved in a way so that her skirt revealed her thighs, and even her crotch became a bit visible.

It seemed that at least one girl in class sighed and fancied the teacher being in on the same views on sex appeal as she herself, respectively, had. In this the teacher perceived that there was no real claim against that her own sexuality be appreciated. ... She thereby felt that she needed not to discuss this anymore and was annoyed by the fact that she had told Annika that she would.

She looked at her, found her to be a corny little girl who didn't accept the fact that the girls were maturing. Annika, meanwhile was feeling annoyed at her teacher for showing her legs so very much. In this, she had found herself to be alone about her issue, and thus to be the one to be seen as the victim of this circumstance. She sat and watched her teacher show off and tell the other girls in class not to pretend to be better than others just because they had matured enough to find their sexualities be real about being women.

One of the girls she had spoken to smirked a little and let out: “Why don't we all have a party and then try to find out what we really want?”

“Yeah!” one of the boys cried out. “For the sake of all of us,” he exclaimed, “let's all have a party!”

A giggle spread among of the pupils. The teacher looked at them and said: “Okay, let's do that! I can go there and see what you're into about growing up!”

Annika said to herself that she had been deceived. “There is nothing in this teacher of mine,” she thought, “that is not too fanciful about sex herself! ...”

Now one in the girls in the classroom started to pretend as if the party should be there for showing their sex appeal for one another. Another one of them seemed to fancy having it they should all unveil themselves about how they fantasise and accentuate their sex appeal. Annika now felt that she could find them all to be into horny fantasies about pretending to be worth it for each other - and thereby, somehow, for everybody else.

“I think you better be aware,” the teacher told her class, “that the party aught to be fairly normal for you! It should not be into pretending as if something about your sex appeal! But it should also not be into pretending as if nothing about it!”

A Friday night, one and a half month later, there was going to be a party at the house of a guy in class. It was supposed to start at six o'clock PM, and finish at ten. “I will go there,” Annika told her mother, “but I will come in late!” Her mother exclaimed that she didn't fancy her not to come in late there, so that she would be able to grasp what the other girls would fancy themselves at for being there and not have to participate more than to observe them. She told her not to get herself too vain if she found herself to be an attraction for the guys. Annika responded by telling her that she had not intended to be anything but a girl to be reckoned with as good enough for a guy, “nothing of the very superb type!” she told her.

“Oh! Good then!” her mother burst out.

“Mama! I don't really feel like a good enough girl even for anything of fancying myself as the kind of girl who would be so smart at catching a guy! I don't find it in you to understand at all what there is of a problem for me in school! I don't even find myself popular with anybody there! Not the teacher, not the other kids! Not any one of them, mama!”

“Really?! ... But come on now, after all they did invite you to a party!”

“But that's just because it's supposed to be a party for absolutely everybody!”

The mother looked at her and said: “I find there to be reason for you to feel that they invited everybody because they wanted to invite even you!”

“There's no reason to think they actually would invite me unless they had to because the teacher wants that its for everyone!”

“Then how come they find you to be the one interpret as good enough to have it they should appreciate you coming there? Because, they did tell me so at the parent meeting at your school two weeks ago!”

“I guess one of them, or two, might have lied to their parents, or else their parents are into pretending as if they wanted to be kind to me as well!”

“Then how come you wanna go there, if it's not for you to find yourself appreciated by them?!”

“They all will despise me if I don't show up! Even the teacher will! ... Didn't they tell you at the parents meeting that it was supposed to be a party for everyone in class?! In that, they will not respect those who don't show up!”

“Okay then! Do that if you have to do it!”

So at the night of the party Annika left her home at eight fifty, and rang the doorbell at the house of the party five minutes later. After half a minute, Christopher, who was the one who lived there, came and opened. “See! What have we got! She dared to come here after all! We don't have room for anyone new here right now!” he said and closed the door.

Annika stood nonplussed, then she told herself that she needed to tell the teacher that she had been stopped stopped from participating, otherwise she would be into pretending she was the one to blame. Thinking about this, she rang the doorbell once more. Again, half a minute passed before the door opened. “Oh! So it's you again!? I already said to the others that you're not coming in!” Then he slammed the door in front of Annika, who felt nonplussed once more. Thinking about how she should tell her mom, even, about this maltreatment, she decided to spy on the others, and looking into the garden, she spotted a tree she could perhaps climb, and then see in through a window. She noted that the tree would probably be hard to climb, because there were no branches close to the ground. On the other hand, she noticed, there was not any signs of any watch dogs, so she dared walk into the garden to look for a ladder - or perhaps something similar, to to use for the climb.

After a while, she found that there were two ladders in the yard, but they had been chained, with padlocks, to one of the fences. However she also found a plank that she figured she probably could use for climbing the tree, which she did. carefully placing the it so that in a way where it would not very easily be seen from the house or its entrance.

When up in the tree she did see fairly much through a rather large window. What she saw was that both girls and guys inside there were topless. She also noted that her teacher sat there among them, with a bra, but nothing else, on her upper body. She was wearing her usual type of skirt, which was fairly short, but still usually covered her well enough. But, as it was, she had pulled up the skirt so that her panties could be seen. Also, two girls and three boys had undressed their lower bodies, except for the underwear. Both several of Annika's classmates and their teacher seemed horny. ...

She climbed down the plank and went home. But when she got there, her mother noted that her party dress was messed up, and began scolding her. “Look mama,” she said, “there's no alternative for me but to start spying on them! Because since they wouldn't let me into the party, they would have it I was a fake about caring to be there! And thereby I needed to see what they were doing, just so that I can tell the teacher, so that she knows I was there!”

“Hmm,” her mother muttered. “Are you sure that they all will blame you for not getting in there?”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure about that, mama!”

“Then we should have a talk, you, the teacher and I! Or how else could we resolve this issue?!”

“Okay, then, mama. But how in the world do you think that could solve my problems?!”

“There's a solution in that I and she might cooperate in order to make them bully you less!”

“I guess.” But she thought about how the teacher had seemed horny among her class mates. It seemed to her that there was nothing much to do about that, but to hope that she didn't fancy them too much to admit that she aught to be against their bullying, at least when her mother was there. “Okay! Thanks!” she said.

After school almost a week later, while leaving the last class of the day, Annika was surprised and embarrassed to meet and be greeted by her mother at the classroom door. The other kids seemed to smug at this, and Annika looked reproachfully at her mom. But then she noticed that some of the other kids seemed intent on pretending she was the one to embarrass her mother instead. Thereby she felt the need to repress her feelings about it.

“Oh, there you are!” the teacher exclaimed. “Annika, we are going to have a talk, the three of us!”

Annika noticed one of the two last kids who were leaving the classroom sneered smugly at them. She hated this, but didn't dare to think much about it. Instead she managed to focus her attention on the two ladies who were going to be about her right now.

The teacher led her and her mother to another room in the school. The mother looked at the teacher and said: “I wonder why they seem so intent on trying to pretend my girl doesn't want to participate in the social life they exclude her from!”

“They seem to be all into that they are mature now, and they feel that she hasn't been maturing! They seem to be all into seeing themselves as women, while she is, according to most of them, bad for the maturity they have begun to flourish in.”

“Then we shall have a talk you and I,” and turning to Annika she added, “and her to, for that matter - about her, and the way they view her as not mature enough!”

The teacher turned around. “True,” she said thoughtfully. “But you and I shall not see ourselves as low enough to let ourselves be manipulated into having it she is not trying to seem mature without adapting herself to their cares for becoming adults!” She then turned around again and began unlocking a door. “In here, we can discuss things, you and I and your daughter!” she said.

They seated themselves and the mother began speaking: “I feel my daughter has it there is no solution to her problems but to pretend as if something about that they despise her, and that they won't let her in on what they are actually about!”

“I guess she doesn't fit in with them and that that's why he didn't let him in to his party. ... Or is it something else that you mean?”

“I'm not sure! But at least at that party! You know she really had to ruin her dress just to climb the tree she needed to be in for being able to prove that she'd been there! I also find it important that even you were participating! What was that? A party to see to it that they are adult enough to find it in their peers and themselves to match with adults such as yourself?!”

The teacher smiled and said: “I don't mean that they have to feel that adult already! No, I don't mean that they should match me, nor other adults in our sense, not yet! What I do mean is that they should be able to be as they usually are even with me around! Therefore we decided to have this party where I also should be. ...”

“So, you let them have a party, where they didn't let everyone in the class in, but where you as that class's schoolmistress had to participate?!”

The teacher sighed a bit deeply. “I did not at all mean that they should be allowed to exclude any of their classmates!”

“Okay, perhaps so. But, as you were there, couldn't you have been aware of whom was let in and who wasn't? ... After all, didn't you hear the doorbell, and why would it be that he didn't let the person in - who even tried to twice!”

The teacher sighed. “I didn't feel comfortable with saying to myself that I was among kids who were that mean to one another! I didn't feel like realizing it, when she rang a second time, that she wasn't let in in the first place just because they wanted to blame her for it!”

“Okay,” the mother said again. “But why in the world were you all so lightly dressed?! I find that it's hard to believe that they will actually learn to be into being adult by sloppily undressing as soon as they feel a lust for it!”

“No, I know!” the teacher replied. “But I see it in them that they are learning how to be into that it should be seen as a normal thing that they feel some of it! Thereby I think there's not anything to stop that I should participate at times in their activities to see that they actually reach adulthood, and that in a way that doesn't stop nor prostpone their inclinations for being actual about life and its pros and cons even with such behavior!”

“Okay!” the mother repeated once more. “But then you and I should have to talk again! Perhaps it's even without my daughter here that it can be relevant!”

“Okay,” the teacher also said now. “Then we will set up another meeting. But for now I want you and your daughter to know that we aught to understand that sex, and other things that are into adulthood to have, are things to disclose for ourselves about, so that we can learn how to handle it in mature enough ways for it not to go out of hand!”

The daughter looked at her teacher. “Look, I don't know if feel up to being into adulthood at all for this! The two of you have had a discussion as if I was simply being an immature child, while I was actually being bullied! I find the other girls to be bitches, and the boys usually to be bad too! And I don't find in this class I'm in that I can participate in anything but what I have to!”

Her mother looked at her and said: “You aught to understand that it is about you and not about us that we have been discussing! Now, she and I are going to meed and we're gonna discuss this issue with you at the party, and how you spied on them! We are gonna discuss this and how we should resolve the issue between the two of us!”

“I don't have an issue with her,” the teacher filled in, indicating the mother. “It is you that I also am about! But the two of us, she and I will discuss you later. But we shall also discuss you now, because that's what we are here for!”

The mother looked at her and responded: “I don't think we can get much further with her around. Perhaps you and I should from now on discuss this only between adults!”

The teacher looked at the mother. “Good!” she said. “Can we see each other on Tuesday next week. I say at four o'clock on Tuesdays would be fine. That's more than an hour after they have finished school! You see I saw that your daughter felt embarrassed by seeing you meet her class mates!”

The mother hesitated for a short while. “Yeah I guess I can come then! We can meet here and discuss things just the two of us!”

The next Tuesday the two of them met and discussed what the teacher had been dealing with at the party. They also got into details about her being fairly undressed among her pupils. It was terrifying for the teacher that the woman questioning her about it was not very unlikely to report her for it. But still it was all too exciting for her to admit that there was thrilling for her to seem moral about sexuality but still revealing it to be a pleasure that she also felt “can be assumed to be for everyone and everything depends upon it!” she stated and blushed a little while she was saying it.

A Very Hard Punishment

Arnold looked at the dominatrix and offered her another hundred dollars, if - and only if - she tied up the other girl and mutilated her so thoroughly that she forgot her own sadism and hated that she'd ever seen herself as one. She looked at the bill and answered: “Okay, I'll do it to her. But only to the extent you also pay me for what comes next, after that. Because there would be no real end to my dilemma about what that next step should be. ...”

“How much?!”

“One or two hundred more, I think that will be! ... One for a simple task of killing her, two if the task grows more complex. ... I think I might have to ask for three hundred or even more, if the task - or tasks - afterwards grow very complex.”

“Okay, I think I'll pay you for it!” he said smilingly.

The girl to be mutilated fancied herself as a person who could take any type of torment as too cool to be fatal for her. She was very instinctive about her sadism in a way which had scorned the others around there, especially, somehow the man who was now paying for her to be the victim of such stuff. It was not the other dominatrix who had felt extremely scorned by it, but she felt it enough to seem trustworthy for him to produce results with this mutilation; she too would feel something of the triumph over her that he was after.

He lifted his mobile phone and transferred the first hundred bucks. She received it with a twang from a receiver, the tone of which told her that the money was for her, and the strength of which told her just about how much it was. She looked happily at Arnold. “Alright! Let's begin with scorning her surface innocence and see if it can come out as an innocence for real!”

He smiled. “Yeah! Begin with that!”

She stung a pointed wedge into her stomach. This made the other girl seem fanciful of her, upon which she smiled. She continued by setting the weight tied to the ribbons that held her hands together more free to tighten the grip around her wrists. The girl now sighed. Her dominatrix looked at her and then freed that weight even more. Now the sigh turned into a groan!

Her dominatrix seemed joyful and reacted by also freeing the similar weight connected to her ankles. Now she began crying.

“Good!” he said. “I'll pay you even another two hundred to the extent she also seems to be too innocent to be able to care for herself in a context of Satan!”

The dominatrix looked thoughtful. “I'll try,” she said. “What I don't know, though, is when I'll have to say to her that I'll have to punish her for the sake of Satan! So can you tell me about that?”

“I'll tell you when it's about time!”

“Alright!” she answered and continued by firstly pouring a venom onto the wedge wound. Secondly she also freed the feet's weight even more. They then watched how the girl saw herself as a victim for the first time ever.

“Alright now!” he said. “I think it's about time for it already!”

“Already now? But I've almost just begun my torture session!”

“Yeah! But I can see it on her face that she's tormented enough to see herself as the victim that needs mild treatment for her survival! Thereby you should tell her not to fancy her hopes for mercy to be enough for you to believe in her for!”

She watched her for a few seconds. Then said: “I don't fancy you any more for your grace that do those who fancy other women for their anuses!”

The girl looked desperate.

Her dominatrix smiled and continued: “We now have to punish that ass of yours! I now will expose the fatally ridiculous responsibilities you seem to have!” With that she freed both the weights totally.

The girl looked even more desperate. Then she went for staying immortal after death. In this the two others saw that they were done. “Alright!” he said. “Let's then finish her off by showing her how she should be treated from now and forever after!”

The dominatrix looked hesitant. “I think I'll have another two hundred bucks for that!” she said with grin that made her seem insolent about what she was bargaining about.

“Okay!” he said and transferred the whole sum to her.

When she had heard the twang from the receiver, she began to sting her with some more similar pointed wedges, which she continued with, until she died.

A Girlfriend (no, it should have been a daughter or sister) of a Very Gay Man

“I want to be a fairly happy girl!” Karen said. “I want my cunt to be happy so that I can feel the rest of me with it to be happy! Thereby I shall for always be happy and enjoy what one cannot feel that I wouldn't have in my clitoris to be able to stand for and fake that I am for all eternity worth it for every man to be had with!”

“I find that to be amusing of you!” her boyfriend answered.

“Yeah! Cool, now! Cause I have it in me to feel that you are superior, you guys, but I also have it in me to hate you for it that you don't feel it's me that it shall pertain to, having so much fun - or else they be boring as hell just there for pretending I am a woman at stake for being touched as though I weren't hornier for gay men!”

He smiled smugly and said: “You and I have the benefit of feeling the same kinds of attractions! I feel that it's men, mostly, that I want to have, and you feel like it's almost only us that it really should be. Am I right in that you can preserve that kind of an attitude until they seem to be into as much gay life as I am?”

“Yes, I think I can, dear! I also think I can keep on insulting them to the extent they don't become gay for it. On the other hand, I can't keep insulting them if there's not any alibi for finding them unattractive to the extent they can't be like you!”

“I will thereby raise my penis for telling them that they are not, of sorts, even, pertinent to the kind of susceptibility for women that I am, and that they will be, once they find their penises match their interiors of being actual men and not women, and who shall thereby be attracted forever to the male kind!”

She looked at him with an emotion of clarity on how to worship the penis as the token of all kinds of love, from now and forever after. She saw his penis half risen and felt the emotion of the sex she had with him and his two boyfriends half an hour ago. “I feel your penis still in me as though I was the absolute power over vaginal responsibility for the notion of absolute virginity of sadism against the penis as though I was an immature for the sake of the dicks of you all to stand for me as though they weren't made for each other! Thereby I shall save my virginity of lust for the same gender as myself for the sake of you guys having your penises erect and forever talk to each other as though there were no notion of insanity in that all the sex you have is with me as the alibi before the weird heterosexuals that we encounter and now need to manipulate to our favour!”

He looked thoughtful. “I feel as though I was the supreme power over heteresex as though they were penises at stake for the sake of me being erect and forever in my vision there for the sake of my penis as well as theirs to be standing!”

“I feel like screwing time and again with both of you - I mean you and he with the big one! And I feel like screwing them time and again, those four other blokes you have coming here time and again!”

“I never minded that kind of opinion about my penis that says it is erect for the sake of some woman being naughty with that she is all erect for the sake of supporting penises to be the rule of the world. And forever on, now, I shall make your vagina hot and our penises throbbing over the happiness that you will indeed feel there!”

She looked at him with solemn amusement. Then she started masturbating her clitoris, and upon that her labia. He stood there watching her, with his penis half-erect, but with his mind on some other guys that might come there later that evening. When she was done orgasming, he asked her: “Do you feel they have the competence, Carl and Benny, to suggest that penis be the absolute notion for virginity for hereafter?! Because, I like they have the emotion that you can feel the right thing for us to be real about for the sake of infinity of reason to be into absolute notions of masculinity for the sake of us and not the cunts that you don't stand for that there should be any!”

Still very excited, Karen forced herself to think about it. “I feel,” she said after a while, “that they are Benny is not smart enough, yet, for that kind of notion, but that Carl is.” Somehow, this impressed her boyfriend very much. “Then will you,” he asked, “have them tonight, for the benefit of having them erect for the likes of me and for the infinity of reason to see them as penises so erect that it shall be homosexual forever after, what they do to me - or with me - or without me; whatever they do shall forever after it lead to that they ignore their hetero instincts forever, and propose that I and the others shall have our penises erect for their sake, just like for ours?!”

She came vigorously while he said that. Meanwhile she was also thinking about what she might do to please the two fellows into feeling that hetero was nonsense, and into feeling that she was the supreme being to the extent they wanted anything to do with it for old times sake.

“I feel,” she answered, “that I will tonight be able to have seem hetero in the sense that makes them awkward before a woman, and homo in a sense that wakes their interests in men forever to be erect at least spiritually for each other!”

He smiled. “Then shall we introduce them tonight to our views on eternity and on how come females could be on top of males were it not for the spirituality that leads males to claim one another enough to feel confident that male is enough and shall so be from here and until eternity?”

“Then how shall I respond to their questions about how I should be able to be with them?! For I have no reason to believe they will accept my issues of being a female in such a male context!”

“I will thereby say to them that they will have to be forever merciful about the female in the context, or else they shall receive no mercy from those who pertain to all the hetero there can be in a male to pertain to!”

“I will thereby pretend as if something about my vagina for them tonight, and about how it opens and shows itself to be real when there are homosexual guys near it!”

“Then we shall tonight seduce them into becoming sexual in the way that they should be, and thereby have them be forever what they aught to be, instead of that lousy freaking kind of sexuality that they have been pertaining to during the time they were mediocre at presenting male instinct as the best!”

That night Karen seduced the two boys into thinking they were wild for a female when they were being homosexual. She had done this with seven other guys before, but this night something happened. She felt weird about men, suddenly. And she couldn't get rid of that feeling. She decided, eventually, to flee the scene, and thus excused herself from the party.

Her boyfriend looked at her in surprise. “Aren't you enjoying yourself?! I thought we were going to strike the hetero to be worthless from now on, and then you betray my confidence!”

“I'm sorry! I just don't feel the same for now! I think I have to go home and think things over for a little!”

He looked at her. “Okay, you do that!” he said after a while.

Once home, she asserted that her lust was consistently aimed at homosexuality to the extent that she herself could not feel hetero. Therefore she decided to break up with the gay man she had so much hope for an eternity of happiness with.

The next morning, upon his return home, her now former boyfriend found a note saying:

From now on I cannot be with you, because I have lost my interest in men it seems. And I shall be forever away from you, because my vagina is not willing any longer to feel hetero.

Upon reading this, the man saw to it that he never again should trust a woman to be hetero enough not to ever let him and his boyfriends down.

Assets of Enthusiasm

“Picturesque, solemn and happy,” he told her, “that's how her assets keep shining their dignity through all the mediocre jargons and attitudes that the other whores have! That's why she's my favorite whore!”

She looked at him, her half-cousin, and wondered how he thought he would be able to keep up a dignified manner himself, to the extent he would not resist that woman's temptations. She looked at the pictures he showed her and the three other whores he had chosen for the occasion. “I feel they are not too excellent to be disposed of - and instead you could chose one of the whores I have in my business for him!”

He looked at her. “Should I believe, you say, that you, Cynthia, have access to all that much of sexiness for my friend? They aren't too bad, these three! So if they really are mediocre compared to your credentials, or something, then show me what they are, those supreme whores that they sell, that company of yours!”

She sighed. “I will show them to you! See to it that you really get the right idea about them now! It's not only about looks; it's about respect for his authority - and yours too, even!”

She opened her laptop and presented two of her whores for him. He examined them carefully.

“Great!” he exclaimed after a while. “How much for the two of them?!”

“For you, my dear Sebastian, I'll lower the price, say seven hundred dollars each!”

He looked at her again. “I guess they're really fine then, if that's a lowered price for em?!”

She enthusiastically felt her own flow of pleasure at the thought of pleasuring his friend, and answered: “Yes!” She lowered her voice. “Absolutely! They both are so sexy that he will be wild for them all night long! As a matter of fact, I have been wild for them a couple of times! Firstly, remember on my twenty-fifth birthday! They celebrated me with the two of them and some chocolate cake! Secondly on my anniversary of becoming a main stockholder of a book company that we bought, I and my sister!”

“How do you feel about participating then? In my friends anniversary that is. I mean ven you have such assets that i don't feel inclined to say he wouldn't be happy to see that kind of enthusiasm for them in the type of woman that you are, dear Cynthia!”

“I can't! I'm already booked for that night! But thanks for the invitation anyway. I'm sorry Sebastian, but the pleasures of business aren't too far from bad for the enthusiasms of being a real good agent of promoting it!”

“I see! But then how come they have it you have the pleasure of being sophisticated about the deals with the mafia - and that without considerations about how they teat the fellows who don't seem fit to be perspicacious about sexiness and lust being of rather basely character?”

“It's because, dear Sebastian, I as a woman cannot feel inferior to them for the sake of my clarity on that my lust and passion can be indulged in by them and other men (or women) who don't seem to feel that I am inferior and therefore don't pretend as if something about my ass coming to be seen as an asset for them and their businesses!”

They thereby did close the deal about the two whores she had presented for him.

Enjoy Sex Appeal as It Is

Shannon was retrospectively thinking about a sensual erotic film that she and her friends had made and watched. It was about how hidden warmths could be extravagantly shown with an infrared camera. She remembered how the warmest areas of the bodies very often were in the crotch. ... It troubled her a little that it had seemed in that film that the vaginas were almost always warmer than the male organs, but she could enjoy, even so, the thought of her and her friends enjoying their warmths as real and benevolent.

On second thought, she felt that she was a bit humiliated by the thought of possibly letting this having have much at all to do with her family life - especially when thinking about her children. It dismayed her how one of her friends had even filmed herself even with her son and daughter there - even though it was this was interesting for the comparisons between adult and child and between boy and girl. This had almost appalled Shannon enough to not even let herself be filmed again, but notions about these attitudes as cool as many would see it made her agree to it anyway. She thereby waited her turn and when it came she said to herself that it wasn't as bad as it might seem, probably, to just let the warmth she might like them to see to actually be seen on that screen.

After thinking about this for a while she started masturbating over that she might be viewed as the cunt she showed them, but she also felt that she had to show herself that she would be much better at showing them an other side, if only she wasn't turned on by the circumstances. “I feel,” she said to herself while gently tinkering her labia, “that we have to see in each other, who ever looks at it and me, that we both can be as vulgar as this.”

As she was was saying it, she also felt an urge to say to someone else that she would be there for him or her. But she felt trapped in that she was assumed to be represented by her cunt  -  if she was the way this film made her out. Even so she much enojoyed feeling a lesbian inspiration from it. She felt even that although the vulgarity disturbed her, it made her feel real about more than just a vulgar tendency of being obvious about her labia. Somehow, she told herself, the way they had me portray myself, showed that I have an intimate warmth and prurience.

Two months later, Shannon's friends was showing her a new similar flick, this time filmed at a party, it seemed.To Shannon's amazement, not as many of these other girls were at all as warm down there, as she and her friends had been. As in the previous clip, guys did not often seem warm down there. But even so she enjoyed the film, especially partly because it showed when and where even these people were secretly horny.

She was no watching a scene where showed a guy had his penis erect within his pants. She gazed at this and felt okay about perhaps having an orgasm about it over the film. This was also partly because she was in a room with only and two other people, both of which were rather intent on sex as the issue there and then.

After a short while she came with a fairly audible grunt. Upon this, the two other people, one male and one female, looked at her and smiled. All three of them enjoyed the circumstance of sex having as the issue. She somehow felt felt relieved over the notion that she had never seen a penis that great before the circumstance of that screen where it was shown for the first time as if it was shown so very well in public, and still (like at the same time) hidden for them.

Now that I have seen this film, she thought after it was finished, I sort even feel I would want to chose my acquaintances among only those who would be horny when I can see it. ...

The Charm of the Soliciting and the Status of the Charming

The Beneficiaries of the Precarious Attitude

”No it's Harold,” Steve proclaimed. “He's the one who usually becomes extremely arrogant as soon as there's a female about whom he then seems to be parting with.”

“That old man? ... I didn't notice that about him.”

“Oh, it's because he hides that arrogance as soon as he can by making himself seem to be an ordinary fellow. I dare say he isn't anything but a stud who wishes he could take all the ladies there are, but then again also one who almost always fails to gain even sympathy for his outbursts.”

“I always thought it was Peter who was the worst guy in that sense.”

Steve sighed. “No, Anton, but Peter is on the other hand the guy who can actually get their sympathy for it although it doesn't seem that way. But it's Harold who is too extreme for even them to like.”

“Oh really? I felt Peter was the stud to actually go too far. ...”

“That's on the surface! It's not the reality of the people involved! By the way, it's Suzanne who always has it that Peter is smart at defending you, and thereby having him seem to be the victim and not you.”

“Yeah,” Anton answered. “I guess she really wants me to seem to be piggy-backing him or something?”

“Probably. ... But the problem is Harold in that once he has burst out against you, he will forever proclaim it to be his goddamn right to continue doing that by threatening you to do it again, to the extent she doesn't very obviously think he's arrogant.”

“How do you mean he can do that?”

“Once he finds it in himself to be at least something of a favourite for someone of the opposite gender, he can succeed in telling them that he is opposed to anything that is against them, it seems.”

“OK, I see. I gather that the fat girl and Suzanne especially have it that he is their favourite, then. Right?”

“Yeah, that's right. Suzanne and Mary both pretend that for him. By believing them, he can portray himself as the more innocent man than someone he scolds without good reason.”

“And how about for Peter, are they doing it for him as well?”

“Yeah, I think that's they as well, and also that precarious Cecilia.”

“Alright, then, perhaps it's both of them just the same. Because I feel that although Harold might be the real argument against getting along with us for them, they also might be affected by Peters influence on them. In the long run the Peter thing is probably more important just the same, even. Or do you mean somehow that it's Harold who even in that respect is the worse peril for us who want to get along with the ladies even without ever having to manipulate them. Is that what you mean?”

“Yes, Anton, that's just about my opinion about it.” Steve said.
  

The Precarious Dilemma of the Well Situated

Anton and Emma were dating, as they had been for the past seven years. It was not Emma's problem that Anton felt as if he had ben cheated on by her, since she wasn't into that they were more than just dating. But to him, this seemed to be an absolute deal of her being the superior. He felt that he was rather humiliated, as though he was an imbecile, by her attitude about him.

“How come,” she asked, “don't you feel up to having it on the go that you and I have a relationship that shows us to be responsible about relationships?”

He fumbled a bit before answering. “I don't believe that you are into a relationship that we can be into presenting without that being seen as the sort of thing that one should not respect!”

“I don't like that kind of attitude in you!” she retorted.

“What do you want me to tell people about us?! That you and I have a relationship and that all is well between us and that you are the best girl for that kind of relationship?! It seems rather sstupid to say a thing like that!”

“Why do you say so?!”

“Because I don't feel we're into something trustworthy or something else worth pretending about!”

“I'm not asking you to be pretending about it!”

“Then why do you ask if we couldn't be presenting it as though we were happy with each other?!”

“Why!?”

“Yeah, why, Emma!”

“It's because you and I were never into a relationship in the first place, since we were just dating!”

“How come you feel that it's not into this we would have to be in order to later say something about ourselves?”

“Because I don't feel you're being polite in that you're saying to me that you're into other guys beside myself!”

“Oh, it's that side of it all! Then you should try to find a way to pretend as if something about how to start a relationship with me.”

“I don't want to!”

“Then how come you don't try to be into pretending as if something about the smartness for seeing it in me to be there for the people I like to be there for?!”

“Why should I?”

“Because I feel there's no problem with that you and I don't try to be into one another as though there wasn't some cunning about having a relationship in the first place!”

“Oh, so you mean that's you who'd be into the right cunning now!?”

“I can presume you really don't think so, then, or what?”

“Yeah, I think you can presume that about me! And I feel like an imbecile by being at your side!”

“I don't feel you're being an idiot since you're trying to be by my side for all this time!”

“So what?! I feel like an imbecile with you, and that's what matters to me!”

“I don't feel you're into pretending as if something about this relationship. So I feel we should end it now!”

“How come?!”

“Because we are both into not pretending as if something about trying to be into something good. Or is that you who are into pretending I'm into that this relationship should have started before this discussion!?”

“I don't find it in me to be complementing you on that!”

“I don't believe that you are for real, and that's in the first place!”

“I didn't expect you to! I just wanted to be for real for a while without that meaning being into an actual pretension about being for real!”

“I don't find that kind of attraction in any man nowadays!”

“I don't believe you!”

“Then look at me go!” With that she rose to leave.
  

The Whore Interrogations

People were disguising the way Carrie was behaving. It wasn't about her bad-ass attempts to pretend whoring was about trying to be good at finding oneself mature, because they were all quite used to it by now. But there was an arrogant edge to her behaviour lately.

“Why,” someone asked, “did she try to behave as though she had been cunning about prostitution, so much more than that black-haired friend of hers?”

“How come,” someone else asked, “ did she try to runover that red-haired girl Tanya, about her tricks to stay in the business?”

“Maybe it's because she's dating that old guy Harold,” someone broke in.

Eve (who was also a prostitute) listened to their conversation. She felt surprised that everyone else, too, had noticed this about Carrie. “Do you,” she asked, “have any idea how she came to hook up with that old stud?”

“I think it's because she felt too inferior without it!” a blond girl answered her.

“It's time we acted out against her,” someone said.

“And how can we do that?” Eve asked.

“Perhaps by visiting her!”

One of the girls giggled a little, the rest sat silent for a few moments.

“What are you giggling about?!” a black girl interrogated her.

“Oh, nothing.”

The black girl just sighed and looked around her. None of the others cared to give her an answer. Instead, one girl broke in and said: “Alright, I know where she lives! ... or where she used to live that is. ... I don't know were she is staying if she's sort of moved in with Harold.”

“Oh,” the black girl said, “I think I know where his place for such business is!”

A brunette said: “I know that place too. Or at least I think it's the same one!”

Eve said to herself that she too could guess which place she had meant. “I want to go there if some of you others are.” she proclaimed.

The black girl said she wanted to, but since no one knew for sure if they were there, perhaps it was better to wait until after rush at the lunch hour. Someone broke in that not even the lunch-hour rush was much of a rush nowadays. “Business has going downwards, you know!”

Eve said that she agreed, and that she would prefer to go right away, and then perhaps those who stayed would have a better chance to catch their clients.

Not that same black girl but another one, and a few more girls agreed with her. The girl who had talked about business going downwards said: “Let's go there right now!” Two of the other girls said they agreed, and then Eve and that other black girl did too.

They checked each other about where they expected it to be, and all but one had thought of the same place. So they agreed to all go to the apartment where most of them had met with him, and left for it.

But when there, they found Harold, but not her. He said he hadn't seen her for about four months, which was longer than any of the five people who visited him.

Harold also turned to the only guy in the company and said: “Do you find yourself attractive now, that you aren't a cop's client!?”

The guy looked at him with an air of mixed anger and contempt. “Why do you ask?!”

“Because you seem to find yourself very attractive in those ladies' company!” he said.

“No I don't,” the other man retorted. “But I do find myself attractive enough not to be prejudged by someone like you!”

“I presume that comes from someone who thinks that he never should be put aside by ladies at all?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I find you an immature man to keep company with them without pretending to be really something for them!”

“How is that?”

“Because you are,” Harold said, “ you don't find yourself insecure in their company, that's why.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean you really think you're something of a stud for women who are into say8ing that they want you, that's all!”

“I don't think I know where you're coming from.”

“I can't see it in men that are not of my sort that they stand for anything but taking females for granted as their sex tools, that's all!”

“Is that 'all' for you!?”

“Yes, that's all! And you aren't the man to take for granted that he should never be taken as an absolute fool when he falls for actually having the same arguments for having women as he does for having himself seem to be smart at staying adapted to their smart attitudes about men's cravings!”

The other man took this as a fairly severe insult. “I don't see were why you think that of me!” he answered.

“I don't find it in me to look at you as an attempted man even, although I feel that you think you are superior!”

Two of the girls giggled at this. Eve didn't. But she felt that they had the right to giggle about it, since Harold was mostly accusing the guy of his own faults.

After a sort while then, the girls decided to go back.

After returning, they asked the others there about that place were Carrie dwelled usually. The black girl who had said she knew said that she could show them the house, and that if she was there, then she also now felt like speaking to her. Soon after they all went there in a cab.

When there, they ringed the doorbell and she opened.

“Oh, hi you all!” she said with an attempted smile.

The black girl was the first to speak: “How come you've become so arrogant, Carrie!?”

“Do you mean arrogant with my friends or arrogant about my company for the day at times?!”

The black girl squinted at her. “Huhh?!” she burst out. The others too felt a bit nonplussed.

“I don't feel that anything is about being in my company or not,” Carrie said “while you bitches seem to think I'm always trying to score or something!”

“What do you mean by that?” the other black girl asked.

“Ohh, it's you bitches seem to think I'm really finding myself at home with your asses, while on the other hand I'm not really having it you're out for the good time I am!”

“What?!” Eve burst out, feeling very angry at her.

Now Carrie smiled. She smiled scornfully. And she continued smiling until she had said, looking at Eve: “And you bitch, are the one to know it all, or something, right?!”

Eve was a bit chocked at this, as she found it, rather weird insinuation. “I'm not trying to know it all, nor am I trying to be anything but your friend here!”

Carrie smiled again. Now she even broke out into smug laughter.

The man of the company visiting her then spoke: “If you're being such a bitch for trying to insult everyone, then how come you aren't there at the Sunshine House with them anymore?!”

She laughed. “Sunshine,” she repeated. “The only time I've seen the sun shine there is the few times I've gotten money for being laid with a stud who had a car and a villa, but who still preferred me before his wife and kids!”

Now the man squinted at her. “But how come, then,” he interrogated, “do you not go there in order to experience it again?”

“It's because I have a man now! It's a man that you bitches should never come near, nor fancy as much as I!”

He looked around at the five girls he had followed there. All of them stood there silently for the few seconds that took him to do so. Then he said: “What the fuck do think you're dealing with?! Do you think that man who is in there isn't a manipulator and that you should be afraid of him?”

Now Carrie squinted back. “No, I don't feel he's inferior, the way you have those bitches make me feel that I am!” While speaking she indicated the black girl who knees where she was and two of the others.

Eve felt lucky not to be one of them. The hate in this girl's eyes was immense. She could not explain it for herself, but she wondered if those three (or perhaps actually she and all the other whores too) were somehow doing something to her - or had been. She felt that she herself hadn't, and not even that black girl and the two others, she felt, were quite likely to have done her much harm.

While she was thinking, one of the girls she had targeted said: “I don't think you're into something that is of any use for our harmony and that's the purpose of the House of Sunshine!”

Carrie looked at her with an air of caring for their business. But she shook it off. Then she attempted to pretend that the girl was insinuating that they should be staying close to each other as though they were attracted to each other. She did so by taking her hand and saying that she was assuming that she meant that their friendship now was over.

The girl hardly reacted to this. Instead, she just looked at her in astonishment.

After that Carrie looked at the others. “So how many of you want to be at place for this stuff?” she asked.

Eve and the others stood there and felt nonplussed. After a few seconds, one of the girls said: “We want you to come home with us!”

Carrie looked at her. Now she felt reassured that this girl was into having a status of being someone to relate to as her associate of being simply a girl of the streets. “I don't feel at all like having any relationship with you guys,” she retorted.

But before leaving, the six of them requested of her to let one or two of them inspect her hut. She let Eve and one of the other girls do so. Eve saw that the man resembled Harold, and the other girl looked at her knowingly. Then she also indicated for her to keep silent by glancing towards Carries right hand, where Eve also glanced, then. It was holding a gun.

Eve said: “Is there anything in particular that we should know about this place before we leave?”

Carries guy answered: “No there isn't! And now why don't you two bitches just piss off?!”

Carrie said: “I would like you to know that I am not alone in my business anymore! I would also dare you to come here and ruin it for me!”

Eves companion for the visit said: “Why do you feel it is so important to inform us that you ahve a business of your own now?!”

“Because you bitches are all I want to have to say anything to that is about sex and affairs with old gentlemen, so to say!”

“Can we go now?” Eve's companion asked.

She smiled smugly and lowered her gun. Then she hissed: “Yeah, OK, go bitches.”
  

Harold's Business

After they left the cabin, Eve asked the other girl if she knew the name of the man who had looked a lot like Harold.

“No, I'm not sure; I think it's Chris. Anyway, I'm pretty sure about that he is Harold's half-brother.”

“Oh, so it was that! I figured something like it! ... But can you actually be really sure about it?”

“Yeah, ... I can be sure in that he indicated him for me while pumping gas a petrol station. He said the man in the mack was his half-bro'.”

While they spoke, a new cab arrived, and they all entered it. Eve sat herself in the lap of the girl she had entered the cabin with. While the cab started she asked her: “Cecilia, how do you feel about studying the movements of Carrie, Chris and Harold?”

“Why?” Cecilia asked.

“Because, I believe their into a conspiracy against our way of viewing things.”

Cecilia sighed. “Sort of, I can say to that,” she answered.

“Do you mean that we should see to it that they don't get away with it then, Cilia?”

“I guess we could try to break them down. ... And OK, then we might really need to study them first. ... Do you know what? I think Harold is all about trying to impress women and girls with his contacts! You see, one of the first times I met him, he introduced me to another pimp!”

The man of the company looked at her. “And how come you didn't tell me about it?”

She giggled. “I didn't feel there was any nuisance in not telling you!”

“Oh, I feel now that I have to study them too,” he said, almost without resentment towards Cecilia.

Both Cecilia and Eve looked at him and Cecilia said: “Alright then, Burt, let's go for it, shall we!”

He looked solemnly the two of them. After a while he said: “Alright, I'll help you do it tomorrow!”

“Why not tonight?”

“Cecilia, we don't have to manage immediately taking care of all things about that slut and the two studs! If I say tomorrow, then it's tomorrow it will be!”

She sighed but said she agreed.

The next day the three of them and two more girls started planning a strategy for spying on the Harold and his associates. Before that, Burt had interrogated his girls about them - especially Harold. The plan he presented was mostly to lay low, but to observe them loving to pretend to be his. This was for two of the girls something that seemed too inappropriate to be doing. He scolded them for this, and said that he'd get back to teaching them how to manage to feel that way later.

Dirty Contacts

The next day, Cecilia and Eve went back to see Harold and told him that he was too adequate to be seen as the guy who should have to think they did not like his company. Cecilia proclaimed that she actually adored him for introducing her to that other pimp a few years ago. Harold seemed content and responded that he could introduce her to one more of them if she liked.

Eve fell for the thought of fancying them. After a while she said solemnly: “I also could use another pimp on the side! How about the three of us go and visit one right away?”

“Alright! Is it that you prefer the same alternative pimp or pimps,. or should you have partly separate introductions?”

Cecilia sighed and said that she would prefer a partly separate introduction, but that she thought Eve fancied having the same as she.

“I', not too sure about it!” Eve said. “Perhaps we could both go to separate parties and then have our separate finds be compared and possibly I or she could change her mind?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I think some of them would be OK with that! But not all of 'm! I advice you girls to be careful. Some of the guys could be really dangerous at times!”

“I know,” Eve said. “But what I also want is to be able to judge a man before trusting him!”

“Even so you really need to take care not to make him fancy you as his, but still to be able to have his fantasies go for you as the girl or girls who simply might be good for his stable of girls!”

Eve looked at him. “OK, I'll take care to do that!” she told him.

“How about,” Cecilia asked, “You and I figure out a pimp that does gigolo business as well. Then simultaneously, perhaps, you can have Eve shown an ordinary pimp - if you have some friend or relative who can show her that stuff!”

Eve looked shocked. “How come I don't get to see the guys with the gigolos as well!?”

“Because,” Cecilia retorted, “You are always after my breasts or something!”

Eve glared at her. “No, you bitch, I'm just fancying them for the sake of the morals of having you seem fit for a relationship! It's not that I don't fancy guys or something!”

Harold chuckled a little. “I can have you both see one pimp each who does gigolos as well as whores! I can even arrange those two meetings at once, probably. But I have to check with my acquaintances for it.”

Eve was relieved. Cecilia looked at her, then at him. “Alright,” she said, “then let's hope that works out for us!”

“Yeah, let's,” Harold said.
  

The Business Strategy of Showing Care for Pretend Status

Meanwhile, Steve and Anton were discussing the state of things to come for their business, which was about selling used cars.

“First of all,” Steve supposed, “the brothel near us will perhaps seize to bring in very many customers, as they, due to the competition from Internet porn and so, tend to be selling less and less.”

Anton agreed. He also said: “Their clientele is changing, too, I think, with a larger proportion rich men, I think - too rich, fairly easily, to prefer the used cars we sell, before new ones.”

“I see,” Steve answered. “So, in other words we're in for a continued downward season, if things don't change for the whore house!”

“I propose that we therefore see them as our friends, and not as we have been, as the enemies of our business!”

“Yeah, I suppose we could! But, how?”

“By introducing males who don't feel up to being flattered by those prostitutes into being it anyway! And we could be striking a deal with the brothel people about being paid for giving them clients!”

“Great!” Steve burst out. After a brief reflection on the issue he asked: “Is there any special asset of such potential whore customers for us that you know about?”

“No, not really. But I think we have something fairly good at the pharmacy, because there they go to fetch their medicine if they're too poor for getting it directly from a physician!”

Steve looked thoughtful and bluntly hopeful for a while before answering: “OK, then, Anton!”

Five days later Steve went to the brothel to speak to its head mistress. She let him in and said that she was almost not interested in their deal. “Because, as used car salesmen you are likely to seem to be cheating everyone in the first place, and the might even make it bad for our business to have!”

Steve sat uneasily in the chair opposite to her. But then he proposed: “How about you and we go into a deal about them selling automobiles and then also gaining money enough to by your goods?!”

She thought for a while. “”Do you think that the used cares will be sold by them, actually?”

Steve looked at her. “Yes, I think they will. I think they won't be disappointed by the fact that you have girls here who are totally fantastic about how they treat a man to be able to view himself as the prince of all manhood - or something!”

Again, she thought for a while. “Alright, then!” she said after that. “Perhaps we could strike a deal about them coming here and also introducing others to how we can treat them as men and not only as the child that she wants them to be viewed as, that wife or so he has!”

Steve smiled at this. “Great!” he answered.
  

The Attempt to Seem Misguided

“It's all about Eve, isn't it?!” Harold proclaimed.

“No,” Carrie said. “It's just the she seems to be in the middle of it all! Rather, it's about your failure to seem innocent in the context of presenting them for each other!”

“Oh, my! So you say they seem to be into judging me as the one to blame! Are you sure?”

“Fairly sure, old stud!”

“I can't see why they wold be into seeing that as an attempt to be reproducing bad habits for them - even though I can see that it can fairly easily be defined as such!”

“In that respect, it seems like their mistress or someone has had you seem bad!”

Harold nodded. His half-brother looked at him and said: “It's all about the money for her, Harold! You better see to it that she cannot blackmail us again about it!”

“I bet,” Carrie burst out, “that for her, it's all about trying to commit herself to the notion of herself as the sincere one of the business!”

Harold looked thoughtful for a while. “I bet,” said at last, “she and her pimps have it there's not any solution to the problems of the girls missing out on their benefits unless it's they who make the rules!”

“Yeah, that's what I meant,” Carrie said.

“How come, then,” his half-brother broke in, “you and Steve seem to be in quarrel? I mean, Harold, it seems to me to be about why there could be misguidances about the girls' benefits.”

Carrie looked at him. “Look Ben, it's not all about girly benefits! It's about how they run their business and try to be into that everyone else is being an asshole!”

Ben looked a bit uneasy at this. Then he cleared his throat and said: “Even though it's about their benefits, though, I feel that it's also about business as though they had the potential of being everyone else's benefit, too! Even so, though, there is not any attempt from her to view me or the other brokers as the ones who should ever have any of those so-called benefits they so-called would provide!”

“I agree!” Carrie said. “And thereby it's you and him they pretend are assholes of the business!” She looked at the two of them.

“Do you mean,” Harold broke in, “that we are so easily blackmailed that she can actually have us both seem worthless just because she suits her own clients that well?”

Carrie looked down. She sighed deeply before answering: “It's not about you and him more than it's about her and her business! She obviously knows how to blackmail someone! I think you and he should propose that she and her associates be viewed as the people who always think they are on top of world about pimping and whoring!”

Harold sighed. Ben looked at his half-brother and said: “It's you and I who should be blackmailing them and not the vice versa!”

“I agree!” Harold answered.

“I propose, thereby, that you to seem to be misguided by them, just as they - or at least some of their girls - as of yet seem to have been misguided by me, you or that asshole cunt Cecilia!”
  

“We Have It in Us to Hate You for Craving Our Air of Elegance!”

Cecilia felt reassured that she wouldn't be blackmailed after all! She felt absolutely sure that all who bought her favours would be seen as the abusers of her and her equals, who would be seen as victims. She looked at Chris who was standing right next to her and asked her quite sincerely: “How can we find the way to see how they abuse us without seeming to arrogant for them to come back?”

Chris almost laughed at this. She didn't expect such an intuition about being smart at seeming victim to be presented as the ideal to have. “How come,” she mused at her, “you feel that we can believe that it's a correct behaviour to be whitewashing such an attitude?!”

“I feel,” Cecilia retorted, “that it's all about blackmail we should be, since the whole business is about having us represent ourselves as the tools for their well-being!”

Chris looked at her. “No, I don't think we can actually handle it like that!” she said after a while.

“Then how could we have to be viewing ourselves as the desirable goods that they very much covet!? I mean, doesn't it seem like we are the 'goods' that are too valuable for them to let go of?! And how is it then that we should be in the deal of good business for her and for the solicitors of humility and sex for them!?!”

“I don't feel up to actually judging myself as the absolute cunning of the business in that sense!”

Cecilia looked embarrassed but giggled, for a few seconds. “I'll show you how I view myself as the complete superior as we are into the business of selling sex!” With that she touched her friend's arm and looked at her with seductive eyes. Chris looked back and blushed.

“You see!?” Cecilia triumphed.

Chris giggled shyly.
  

The Car Shop's Soliciting

“How come,” Anton asked, “do they feel up to not seeming responsible for their actions about soliciting themselves?!”

“Oh,” Ben sighed, “it's by pretending we are all assholes that it is that, I think!”

Steve looked at him with narrowing eyes. “You really think so?!” he said after a while.

“Yes. I really do believe they're into having it we're all pretentious and should be treated as such. That is either flattered by cunning attitudes about sex or despised as those unlikely for having a right to it!”

“We all feel responsible about having it they are all into the business for the sake of their charisma! Right?” Ben looked around for an answer. His half-brother glanced at the Steve, Anton and the two other guys at the table. “I guess so,” he said at last.

“Then why don't we feel that they're up to anything but charm in their charisma?!”

Now Steve sighed deeply. “I don't feel we don't!” he said after a while.

“I do!” one of the other guys said, and seemed to be met with agreement from Anton and the others around the table.

“Even so,” Ben continued, “we should all be paying for their so faking attitudes until we all are satisfied to the extent that we can tell ourselves that we don't actually need them! Right?!”

“Right!” Steve and tow of the others grunted almost simultaneously.

“I propose thereby, that you, Dave, and Mary go out to the pub west of the Callinger monument,” he said looking Dave in the face with some sincerity.

Dave smiled. “Yeah, I feel very much I could use that as a change!”

“Great! You know I chose that place because as far as I can tell it's very likely that your wifie will find out, and moreover that if she will, she will be like, I think, be at least half, reckoned with as a bad woman for you. ... You know, she will there be able to make you seem as mistreated as you feel. I don't propose that you play any game about it, though! Instead, just leave it to the atmospheres around you!”

“Alright, thanks!” Dave smiled.

“And you Ben,” Steve continued, “are going to see beautiful Maria, at the place of the monument of triumph over the famine of 1869. See her there and let her continue her journey with you through the inspirations of the wild to the relief of the wilderness. Don't fret that she will be an asshole or something, because I will have her be told in advance to try not to do that stuff again!”

“It's not easy,” Ben broke in, “to find it in her to be as trustworthy as that! Why don't you book me with another girl?”

Steve sighed. “OK, I'm sorry. I'll try.”

“Then why,” Harold inquired, “didn't you think about that in the first place!? It's becuase it's all about faking it isn't it!?”

Steve squinted angrily at him. “No, it's not! But I assure you, that we can't be into the business as though they were not carefully into doing the stuff the way it should be handled! That is I think Maria can be well suited for that meeting just the same, only she tries sometimes to escape herself as an intuition for a genteel attitude to have!”

Harold looked at him. “OK, then, stud,” he said. “Why then aren't we all into pretending they're smart at keeping us comfortable and then also making us pay for it!?”

His half-brother looked up at him. “I think it's because we can't see it in them to be trying to comfort us as long as we're not into their asshole attitudes as were they all we ever wanted!”

Anton now broke in by saying: “It's not all about the money, then, is it?!”

“No,” Ben replied. “We don't have any insinuations about us to be the people to provide their money all the time. That' be sometimes, though, possibly, that they are actually smart at exactly money, but usually it seems ot come as the by-product they had expected from their attitudes of charm and sex.”

Ben now looked at them all and said: “I propose that we thereby do business together with each other and find out how to be into having all others see it as the good thing they will eventually be having!”
  

Care for Ownership Status

Cecilia stood by the car shop and looked at the used cars that stood there. She imagined herself being an adventurer of the car-shop soliciting. Then she also tried to be immature about trying to be into business with them all. Because this is what Steve had told her would eventually give her that advantage of being soliciting herself!

She now, still standing there, imagined that she would forever be one of the smartest girls around for the favours that men adored. While thinking about it, she could see the car-shop's door open and her friend Eve exit, smiling at her from a distance. Cecilia tried to smile back, but she felt too interrupted from her dreams.

Eve went up to her and said: “You and I should get into this business of keeping their clients happy! I have found that they really can be satisfied with almost nothing, as long as one has it in oneself to be saying to oneself that one is the superior in one sense, but still the inferior in the sense that one is about their absolute status as the brave and cunning people that should be treated as well-enough suited for the business as long as they're correcting themselves on the basis of one's charm - mine or yours that is, honey.”

Cecilia smiled solemnly. She had somehow felt the atmosphere around them become smart at representing business while listening to her friend. She hugged her friend and said: “Then let's try to be of charmful attitudes for eternity, then,” she said.