FFF Prompt - Stratagem

It's that time again, boys and girls! Time for some naughty flash fiction fun! This week, Advizor54 brings us an interesting photo of a young, naked woman facing off against a well-dressed, perhaps slightly older man. Open the site in a new tab so you can trot over there once you're done here and read the other entries!

I decided not to go the normal routine (imagine that!), so the forbidden words were easily avoided. It did, however, make trouble for me using the keyword. I had to go back and make some changes to make it fit! Anyway, here's my small intro into the lives of Kira and her roommate, Paul.

Keyword = Stratagem Word Length = 700 (on the dot not including footnotes!)
Forbidden Words = Spy, Tuxedo
Bonus Points - Quote your favorite line (and link to the source in case we don't know it)

Quotes are in bold, keyword is in bold italics. 

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“Aren’t you going to at least get dressed?”

“What’s the point?” Kira shrugged as she climbed into the chair opposite her roommate, Paul. Her small breasts swayed with the slight movement, and the cool breeze from the air conditioner turned her nipples into firm points. She tucked her legs beneath her, sitting on her heels as she fished the olive from her martini. Popping it into her mouth, Kira propped her elbow onto the polished surface and rested her chin in her palm.

“Well, you’d look less like a… um, an escort or something, and more like my roommate!”

“An escort? You’re so old fashioned sometimes, Paul. I was going for the bad porno look!” She picked up one of the ivory chess pieces and twirled it in her fingers. “Besides, you’re the one who said I’ve been as bitchy as a cat in heat, lately.”

“You have, sweetie. Snappish and petulant don’t even begin to cover it.” He retrieved the white queen before she could slip it beneath the table, and replaced it on the board with an exasperated sigh.

“I can’t help it! Men get all squicky when they hear I have a male roommate, thinking I’m running around on my boyfriend or something. It’s been over a year since I’ve had something between my legs that didn’t run on batteries! (1)”

“Or electricity.” Paul smirked, checking his watch for the tenth time that evening.

“You have no room to talk, buster! I distinctly remember finding you enjoying an enthusiastic fucking from my hardy little machine.”

“Yes, you did, and your oral aid was most appreciated.”

When he winked, she hid her blush in her martini. She couldn't tell him the real reason for her lack of a boyfriend. She wasn't stupid enough to reveal her feelings for her very handsome, very attached, and very gay roommate. The day she’d found him, the machine pumping the lubed up dildo into his finely toned ass, Kira had been unable to resist swallowing down his impressive erection, remaining between his quivering thighs until he filled her mouth full of warm come. They rarely spoke of that day, but his taste, scent, and moans had fueled her fantasies ever since.

“Cool, my stratagem worked then! Anyway, back to my fuckbuddy. I see no point in pretending this is something it’s not. If we all know he’s here for a hookup, why make him shell out money for a nice dinner? Let’s just get to the fucking part and get it over with.”

“Kira.” Paul sighed, giving her one of his it’s time for a lecture looks. “Don’t you want to at least try to have a relationship? They’re a lot more fulfilling than these random throwaway fucks when you get too horny to live with.”

“That’s what I have you for, Paul.” She sipped her martini, smiling over the rim at her roommate. He was dressed for a night at the theater – black dinner jacket, white shirt, black bowtie – and looked impeccable. She had the sudden urge to muss his prefect hair or place a lipstick print on his crisp collar, just to make him a bit more human. “My last few so-called relationships turned out to be little more than just random hookups, just with a shit-ton more hassle. I’m just dispensing with the hassle.”

“What about love? Don’t you want more than just one random hookup after another?”

“I believe in love.” She drained her glass, uncoiling from the chair to walk gracefully to the sink. “Not just getting it, but giving it. I think that if you're able to love someone, even if they don't know it, even if they can't love you back, then it's worth it. (2)”

"Excellent."

Warm arms surrounded her waist from behind and pulled her against a familiar, firm chest. She fought tears as she brushed her fingers over the Pride Flag cufflinks. Another stepped between her and the sink, wrapping her into arms equally as familiar. Anthony, Paul’s boyfriend, kissed away her threatening tears, and then kissed her. Deeply. Paul’s hands moved from her waist to her breasts, cupping them as he whispered in her ear.

“You did know we were bi, right?”

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(1)    A paraphrase from the movie, Serenity, spoken by the character Kaylee Frye. Original wording is: Goin' on a year now I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries! Since I paraphrased it, I used a second.

(2)     A quote from my most favorite movie of all time, Gosford Park. This quote is near the end, and is spoken by a tertiary character, Dorothy, a housemaid, to Mr. Meredith, a guest.

FFF Prompt - Peek-Peak

Keywords:  Peek/Peak (must use both)

Word Length:  200 (exactly 200 or spankings will be issued)

Forbidden words:   Chipotle, Asparagus, & Chilly

Bonus Words:  if you write two versions, you can make them 250 words each.

This weeks' prompt from Advizor is a bit nipply! Please head over to his blog and read the other crazy folks' submissions!

Title – Extra Credit

Word Count – Exactly 250 Words (extra 50 due to second version, below)

This was not what she expected. When the professor asked her to model for his art appreciation classes, she agreed because she needed the extra credit. Sure, she had modeled nude before. She had no problems with others seeing and admiring her body, but this went further than a classic repose on a fainting couch. She was gagged, blind-folded, and tied to a cushioned bench in front of a sweeping desert landscape. A large divider separated most of her body from the eager eyes of the students, but strategic cut-outs gave them a peek of her delectable valleys and curves.

The students were instructed to choose a view and write a comparison of textures: her trimmed mound versus a rolling tumbleweed; her pert breast, peppered with goosebumps from the AC and silhouetted against a jagged mountain peak; or the tumble of her ebony hair highlighting a crashing waterfall.

She shivered as she felt the appraising eyes of the students. Male or female, she knew they looked at her, stared even, and she could do nothing. She sighed in relief when they finally filed out of the room. As the door closed behind the last student, she felt warm hand trail up her bound legs and stroke her pussy. An involuntary moan escaped as he teased her clit; she arched her hips when his fingers slid in deep.

“The next class isn't for another hour and a half.” The professor’s warm breath teased her nipple. “Whatever shall we do until then?”

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Title – Gift Wrapped

Word Count – Exactly 250 Words (extra 50 due to second version, above)

This was one of the days that made him hate his job. On his desk was a shoebox, lined with a plastic bag, and wrapped in Christmas paper. Fucking Christmas paper! The sick bastard even included a cheery gift tag bearing his name and precinct, and a delicate red bow. It wasn't the box that made his stomach churn and his jaw clench; it was the “gift” inside: a skillfully carved woman’s breast and a postcard of some desert mountain peak enclosed in a zippered bag.

The back of the card contained a message for the detective and the family in a neat, precise hand. “Peek into her past; rummage through her life. She was not as she appeared; I am not what you think.” A woman’s handwriting, if he dared to hazard a guess. He would have to send it to forensics to be certain. It mocked the precinct in more ways than one, for they had focused on male suspects in the girl’s abduction, but had found little of her life beyond five years ago. He slammed his fist onto the desk with a growl. He fucking hated putting the victim on trial in order to find the perp.

Eight days later, the cadaver dogs hit on the scent and led them to the victim’s mutilated corpse. More than just the one breast had been removed. Beside her remains lay an older woman. Her mother, dead by her own hand and clutching the photographs of her daughter’s victims.

FFF Prompt - Apartment #6

Flash Fiction Challenge from Advizor54 Word Limit - 369 - I came in at 368!
Required Phrase - Bewildered
Forbidden Words - Knock, Lock(ed), Super
Extra Credit - Set the story during mid-day.
Bonus Words -
Tell us how she got the slipper (25 words)
Tell us about the neighborhood (25 words)

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She materialized inside the apartment complex, hiding her nature behind an illusion of humanity. As she made her way down the hall, her claws caught and tore the frayed carpet. With a glance at her feet, she growled in frustration and grabbed a pair of slippers from a shoe rack outside a nearby apartment. New to forays into the human world, she had yet to perfect the transformation into this form . Inevitably something forgot to change. This time, it was her feet. Slipping the paw-like appendages into her stolen shoes, she moved down the hall and towards apartment number six.

A few tentative raps summoned the one within, and a hungry smile curved her lips as he approached. Her wings threatened to burst free when the pure, healthy scent of the male resident assaulted her nose. An eye appeared in the viewer and she offered her best smile.

“I’ve gotten lost, sir. Could you show me where I am on this map?” Polite and helpful to a fault, the doomed man agreed. When the door swung into the apartment, she slipped inside before he could protest. “Such a delicious specimen,” she purred as the deadbolt clicked shut on its own.

“Y-y-y-you’re naked!” The man stammered, backing away as she stalked forward. His knees hit the sofa, and he fell onto the cushions with a whoof. She leapt onto his lap and licked his neck.

“So are you.” And he was. Magic was such a beautiful thing. It changed her form, removed clothing, and ensured her prey could not escape.

Kneeling between his legs, she captured his virgin cock in her mouth. He protested through grunts and moans of pleasure, but hardened almost instantly. He recited prayers as she straddled his lap, but met her every thrust. He begged forgiveness from his God, but took His name in vain as he filled her clutching pussy with his come. She took him many times that night, draining his life-force as she fucked him raw. His prayers lessened with each orgasm until he ceased reciting them entirely.

The succubus left at midnight, leaving her prey’s shriveled, naked husk on the sofa with a sated but bewildered smile on his face.