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Bedtime Story No. 2	By : Charmz Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you, reviewers! ^_^ (I love reviews!) Yes, I will answer all
questions. And in telling Quisty's motives for becoming a stripper, I tell my
own story. First, in high school, she has to have a sexy older girlfriend who's
smart and has her shit together. Quisty idolizes this girl. Then, one fall day,
maybe a year or so later, after the friend has graduated from h.s., Quisty runs
into her in Galbadia at the mall. They get to talking and the girl says to hell
with the military, she's stripping for a living. There's more money in In
In
the military you make maybe 1,500 gil a month. Stripping 4 nights a week, she's
making more than double that. And she's still smart, beautiful, and together.
Not into drugs or being a ho, either. Quisty's shocked. One day she meets a
different old friend of hers, one who's not as beautiful as Quisty, and this
girl's a stripper, too. She's putting herself through college. Quisty soon
discovers that all kinds of different women can be strippers ~ single moms,
married ladies, college girls, and girls who just love to party, none of them
hoes or druggies. After the fall of Ultimecia, Quistis discovers (a) she can't
get her teaching license back for another year, (b) Squall's totally gone, and
(c) no one loves her. (She thinks no one loves her which, as we all know,
isn't true.) She gives all of them the finger and goes off to make a different
life for herself. And so that's my take on what made Quisty want to be a
stripper.
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I have two chapter 3's ~ I forgot about the original chapter 3 I wrote, which
I kinda like. But I like Version B, too. One thing about Version A, I think the
homemade movie with the orgy going on is something I can probably use as part of
a plot in my sequel to Bedtime Story No. 2. If you feel like reviewing, let me
know which one you like ~ Version A or Version B. ^_~ Now, on with the next
chapter ....
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Chapter 3-A, Once a SeeD ....
Friday.

Noon.

Terrace Restaurant at the top of the Galbadia Hotel.

�I know what everyone�s saying,� Rinoa sipped her iced tea and adjusted
her sunglasses even though the day was cloudy, �But Squall loves me and I
didn�t have to force him into marriage.�

Quisty adjuster sur sunglasses, too. She was having a hard time staying awake
after last night. For the past hour, Rin had been re-telling all the gossip
around Deiling City ~ Squall didn�t want to marry her, General Caraway paid
him, Squall was gay, etc. etc. On and on.

�Don�t let them make you feel bad,� was Selphie�s advice. Irvine�s
cowboy hat was on her head again today, �They�re just jealous because
you�re marrying Squall.�

Quisty nodded in agreement. It was good advice and she wished she had thought of
it, but she was having a blonde moment.

The Terrace was the fanciest place in D.C., gla glass walls so its patrons
could look out at the busy city, the arcade, and the parks, which weren�t as
snowy as Timber. The spacious dining room was filled with light and decorated
with white tablecloths and pale blue cushiony chairs. The three of them had been
there for an hour already and were finishing lunch, except for Rinoa, who was
too nervous to eat.

�Are you all right?� Selphie leaned over and said to Quistis.

�Oh,� Quistis sat up straight and pushed a few wispy pieces of hair behind
one ear, �I�m just tired is all.�

�Really?� Selphie giggled and took a drink of her wine cooler, �Who�s
the lucky guy?�

�Just work,� Quis nodded at both of them, hoping she sounded convincing. It
was the truth, after all. She speared a few bits of lettuce from her salad.

Rin pouted, �I wish you were coming to the wedding, Quisty.�

�Yes, isn�t it terrible?� Quistis lied, �But such short notice and all.
I�m afraid I promised that I would cover for someone tomorrow.�

Selphie mouthee woe word liar in
Quistis� direction so that Rinoa couldn�t see her. The waiter stopped by to
talk to Rin. As soon as Rin turned to speak to him, Quis stuck out her tongue at
Selphie.

�Hey!� Rin finished her drink quickly, �Let�s go shopping!�

�That�s a great idea!� Selphie grabbed her phone, �Let me see what
Irvine�s doing.�

Probably the same thing I was doing last night, Quis thought to herself as she finished her iced tea. Quissy and Rin
had both been drinking Galbadian iced teas, which were loaded with tons of
alcohol. Rinoa was started to look a little dizzy, even sitting in her chair.
Maybe a walk would do her good.

�Well,� a saa said to Quistis, �can you come to the reception?�

�Maybe,� Quistis lied again, �if I finish early with what I need to do.�

You see, I�m jealous of you, too. That
you�re marrying Squall.

�You,� she slurred her words a little, �also have to come visit us a lot
in Balamb.�

�Balamb? How ironic. I�ll be moving to D.C. pretty soon to start college. I
think we�re gonna walk you around before we take you home.�

You haven�t even known him a year.

Rinoa giggled, �You mean take me to Squall�s apartment?�

I�ve known him my whole life.

�Done,� Selphie put her phone back in her purse, �they�re at Squall�s.
Let�s head for the mall!�

Once they left the Terrace and started walking, Quistis pushed Squall from her
mind. Selphie and Rinoa gabbed and giggled all the way down the avenue, but to
Quis they might as well have been in a silent movie.

I need to stop thinking about him.

Instead, she turned her thoughts to what happened the night before. The mystery
of it, the strangeness of it, and the sex.

Walking along with her girlfriends, Quis pretended to listen to what they were
saying, laughing at the right moment, smiling, and yet thinking back . . .
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When she woke, her first thought was that she was at home, in bed, because she
was lying somewhere soft and warm, on her stomach as usual, all comfy. She
opened her heavy eyes to a dim light and was just about to go back to sleep when
she realized that not only was she laying on something that was like a bed, she
was also moving. Far off in the distance an engine hummed. Dim lights. A soft
cushion. It all seemed familiar somehow.

Her second thought was - the hell?

Her eyes flew open wide and she tried to sit up, �What are you doing!�

She moved her arms and legs, wanting to flee, wanting to wake up, wanting to
wake up enough to flee. Blue Kitten.
Railroad Street Hotel. And a needle prick, so sudden, so unexpected. It all
came rushing back to her as she thrashed around, getting nowhere. It felt as if
her kidnapper had his hand on her back.

�Don't worry,� a familiar voice whispered in her ear.

Quisty stopped struggling, more and more awake with every minute, �What are
you going to do?�

�Some of this,� he said. His smooth hand was also familiar.

Leather gloves again?

He inserted two fingers into her sex, which made her gasp in surprise.

�Some of this,� he squeezed her bottom cheeks together. �I�m gonna fuck
your mouth and cum all over your face.�

His clothing rustled briefly and then Quistis felt his erection rub against her
ass.

�I�m gonna cum all over you,� he whispered, �and then you can have your
five hundred thou.�

Oh yeah ~ that.

He squeezed her ass again, �Do you think I would harm these beautiful
cheeks?�

She murmured in agreement and started to look around a little. Her surroundings
were very nice ~ cushy with romantic lighting, and it was familiar. It was the
back of a limousine. She had been in one only once before, courtesy of Laguna,
after they had defeated Ultimecia.

Laguna?

But Carin had said the client was Quisty�s age. She very sneakily looked over
her shoulder, trying not to be obvious. He was dressed all in black, wearing a
black hooded cloak so she couldn�t see his face or hair. The dim lights in the
back of the limo and his black clothes also prevented her from seeing how tall
he was. He fondled her, as she looked him over, his black leather-gloved hands
roaming slowly over her naked bottom and thighs.

Quistis took in everything about him, starting with the face that she couldn�t
see, and let her eyes travel down. Only one part of him was naked, and it stood
out from the opening of his cloak, hard, pointing upward, with a large tip on
it. It was every bit as thick as Quis remembered it to be, even though it was of
average length.

�You like that, pussy?� He leaned down and kissed the small of her back.
Much to sha shame, Quistis felt her body respond and she pushed her ass up at
him. He teased her, �You do like that, don�t you?� She felt her sex coming
to life, beginning to throb, becoming moist. His lips brushed her bottom. It
gave her goose bumps, made her flesh tingle, and he kissed her there before
pulling away.

�In case you get bored while I fuck you, here�s something to do.� He
reached over to the bar and picked up a slim silver remote. Preoccupied by the
sight of his dick, Quisty hadn�t noticed a small television in the middle of
the bar cabinet. In just a second, an image flickered into life.

�Oh my god!� Quistis turned her attention away from her mystery guy and onto
the television where a masked girl was sucking on a large cock while also
getting fucked from behind. It looked like a home movie. While Quisty watched, a
naked man came up to the girl from the side and had her put her hand on his
hard, red member.

Meanwhile, her client took her bottom in his gloved hands and slipped his thick
member into her shy sex. She tried not to cringe as he pushed forward slowly,
his thickness filling her. She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut. But she was also
fascinated by what was going on in the movie. Two more men had entered the scene
and the camera crept closer to the anonymous girl as she sucked one cock that
was in front of her and rode on top of a man under her. She also still had one
hand on another man�s member. Quisty watched while another man came up behind
and put his dick in the girl�s ass.

That�s gotta hurt, Quistis thought
to herself as her own guy punished her wet opening, ramming her again and again
with his fat cock. They were beginning to sound squishy together. He moved
against her bottom and she responded by pushing up and back to meet his thrusts.
On the TV, yet another had come upon the scene and had the masked girl put her
hand on his cock, too. This brought the total up to five men.

Wow.

The camera zoomed in on the cock slipping in and out of her pussy and the cock
slipping in and out of her ass.

Ouch.

�You like that, huh?� Her mystery guy said as he fucked her. Quistis told
him what she thought. �How � would � you know � unless � you � tried
it?� He was getting out of
breath. Quisty declined, and on screen the man fucking the girl in the ass took
his cock out and put it in her pussy alongside the other guy�s cock.

Turbo ouch.

�Hmmm?� Her guy said again, breathing hard, �I can arrange for you to be
her.�

Quisty thanked him but declined again as the orgy continued onscreen. The
anonymous girl was shaven and the mask covered her hair, which was more than a
mask. It was a full leatherce tce that fit snugly around her head and down her
neck to her shoulders. No hair color. It made the girl even more anonymous. The
five men around her all had their cocks showing but had black squares covering
their faces. Even they were unknown.

The TV�s volume was on low, making their moans and cries sound far away. After
a few minutes of thrusting, Quisty's client began to moan along with them. He
was fucking her so hard, so deep, that Quis couldn't help but cry out, too.

"C'mere, c'mere," he said to her all of a sudden. He withdrew from her
and turned her over quickly on her back so he could put his throbbing cock in
her mouth. As soon as he did, he erupted, spurting in Quisty's mouth and on her
throat and nipples. She watched his wet cock twitch until he was completely
finished.

After he came, he collapsed on top of her and she went back to watching the orgy
on TV, feeling slightly sticky. By this time, the masked girl was being made to
service a long-legged blonde, who had a black square over her eyes, too. Quis
had a feeling that she knew the girl from somewhere. The body was familiar. The
camera zoomed in on the mystery girl licking a pink pussy that was wet. While
she did this, a dark-skinned man came up behind her and put his dick in her ass
and started to fuck her.

And then something occurred to Quis. She looked at her client out of the corner
of her eye. His breathing was shallow and his whole body had gone limp,
including his cock. Was he was asleep? She thought about sneaking a peek. Just
reaching up, very slowly, and pulling back the hood covering his face.

Seifer?

Could it be? He said he was going to Deiling City. You definitely can't get a
limo in Timber.

What if he caught her? He might not hand over the 500,000 gil. And yet, was that
even important anymore? Was it more
important to know his identity?

Quisty looked at him again out of the corner of her eye and thought about it. It
was possible that he would feel her move. She tried it and moved her left arm
just a little. Far away on the TV, someone was crying out in orgasm. It sounded
like a girl's voice.

He didn't notice.

She moved her left arm up slowly, very slowly, until it was up over her head,
resting on one of the pillows under her.

Nada.

Quistis drew in her breath and moved her arm again, this time even more slowly,
until her fingers were just in back of the hood.

"Don't even think about it," he moved so quickly that it made her
scream. He grabbed her wrist out of the air and held onto it.

"I can't help it!" Quistis struggled against his iron grip, "I
want to know who you are!"

Fully awake now, he said, "You can't be trusted."

He let go of her wrist long enough to reach over to the bar for something. Quis
tried to sit up,

"I won't tell anyone!"

But he kept her down with his weight, "You'll do worse than that. I know
you, remember?" He had a black scarf and used it to tie her hands in front
of her. He was just about to take another black scarf from on top of the bar
when she said his name. He froze. "What did you say?"

"You heard me," she said, looking at him.

He paused for a moment and then put the tie around her mouth, "I should've
done this long time ago."

After that, he blindfolded her, too, and then talked to the driver, who said yes
sir, yes sir. The limo traveled on, for how long Quistis didn't know. An
hour? When they finally came to a stop, Quistis heard her client's clothes
rustling and then felt him on top of her again, straddling her middle. He
removed the scarf from around her mouth and then took her breasts in his hands.
He ran his soft smooth thumbs over her nipples in slow, gentle circles until the
pink nubs stood up hard.

"Keep them like that and I'll eat your pussy after I cum," he
whispered. She didn't know what he was talking about until she felt him put his
cock between her breasts. "I love your tits, did you know that? You know
everything else," he said as he started to fuck her there. With every
upward thrust he pushed the tip of his hard member between her lips. "Suck on it," he said, "lick it."

Quisty did exactly as he wanted, licking the head of his cock every time it
touched her lips. She couldn't see his cock now that he had put the
blindfold on, but she was familiar enough with it to know where to lick. She
couldn't see him, either, but she could hear him grunting and moaning softly.
Everyone in the x-rated movie was moaning, too, and crying out in orgasm again.

It took him longer to cum this time. When he did, he spurted on her mouth, over
her blindfold, and on her nipples again.

As soon as he was empty, he pushed Quisty's legs up to her chest and then put
his mouth to her opening and started to lick. It had an instant effect on her.
Quis arched her back and shoved her sex up against his tongue and moaned. He
flicked his tongue over her pink lips until they parted and her pearl-like
clitoris peeped out of its hiding place. He rubbed her clit hard with his
tongue, forcing it into full arousal. She opened her legs wider, too, and moved
her wet pussy against her lover�s nasty mouth. He lapped at her like a hungry
kitten drinking milk and Quisty cried out from the pleasure of it. He was
relentless, merciless with his tongue, massaging her thighs as he went along.
Finally, he fell to sucking on her bulging clit, which made Quistis scream like
he was killing her. She didn�t want to cum so soon, but she couldn�t help
it. She arched her back and shoved her pussy in his face. He sucked and buried
his tongue in her, causing her orgasm to hit like an explosion. She thought back
to the Galbadian army base for a moment and realized her orgasm was like that ~ boom!
boom! boom! explosion after explosion, with her screams in the background,
rippling through her body.

When it was all over, she settled back against the plush seat of the limo, limp
and sweaty. She couldn�t help but close her eyes, even when she heard her
lover laugh and say it was that good, huh? He gently spanked her pussy
with his gloved hand and that was the last she knew before drifting off into
slumber.
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