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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: Here's my 2nd version of Chapter 3. I
do believe it's a little longer and a little nastier ....

Chapter 3-B ~ Once a SeeD....
Friday.

2 o'clock post meridian.

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 adjusted her 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. Hell ~ from 8 a.m. on
it had been one big, blonde morning. She'd only had 3 hours of sleep.
She took a sip of her drink, too, and looked around.

The Terrace was the fanciest place in D.C., with glass walls so its patrons
could look out at the busy city, the arcade, and the parks. It hadn't
snowed as savagely in D.C. as it had in Timber, so the city only had a fine
powdered-sugar dusting on it. The spacious dining room was filled with
white light and decorated with white tablecloths and pale blue cushiony chairs,
which made the whole scene a little too bright for Quisty.

The 3 of them had been there for 2 hours 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 com 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 mouthed the 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 pounded down the rest of her drink, �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 and she wasn�t even standing yet.
Maybe a walk would do her good.

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

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

Maybe I really should make an effort to be there so I can see an old dream
die.

�You,� Rin 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. Are you okay? I think you should have a coffee before
we head out.� Quistis snapped her fingers for the waiter and held onto
Rinoa�s arm so she wouldn�t fall out of her chair.
I should see you marry Squall. There were so many years when I
wanted to marry him myself.
Rinoa giggled and smiled sunnily, �I can handle it. I�ve been drinking a
lot lately!�
Which is what I should be doing ~ 19 and still single.
�Done,� Selphie put her phone back in her purse, �they�re at
Squall�s. Let�s head for the mall!�
Selphie had an idea to walk Rinoa around instead of making her drink coffee,
and so they left the Terrace arm in arm with the giggling future Mrs. Leonhart
and headed toward the mall.

Selphie repeated her conversation with Irvine, which was nothing interesting
~ just her checking up on him, while Rin started to get all misty-eyed about how
much she loved Squall. To Quis they might as well have been in a silent
movie. Selphie�s lips flapped non-stop against the gray grainy backdrop
of Deiling City, but Quistis couldn�t hear a word she was saying. Even
the sound of the traffic receded into a background that she felt strangely
disconnected from.
And what about last night?
She had always been so good at concentrating. Single-minded, even.
Today she couldn�t do it. Her mind kept going back there. Last
night. Considering what happened, it was a miracle she was able to get out
of bed this morning.

Quis pretended to listen to wtheythey were saying, laughed at the right
moment, smiled, and thought about the feel of warm bare skin, whispers in the
dark, and the taste of champagne.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
When she woke, it was like a soldier ~ awake and alert instantly. Quistis
didn't have to wonder what condition she was in (bound, gagged?) because she
knew immediately that she was sitting and had full use of her arms and legs, and
that she was no longer ihotehotel room. She blinked hard and opened her
eyes wide to the dark.

More like semi-dark. When she blinked again, she realized that's what
it was, and also that something under her was very subtly vibrating.

In the dim light, Quistis looked around quickly, holding her breath.
Under her was a long cushion that she sat on, naked. The coat she had worn
to the hotel was under her but it had been stripped off of her and pushed back
away from her body in folds. Yet she wasn't cold. It was warm in the
tiny, claustrophobic space. Her thigh-high stockings and boots were still
on.
Romantic lighting. Soft. Warm. I'm moving.
In a minute, Quisty's eyes adjusted fully to the low light and she knew where
she was.

She gasped.
A limousine?!?
Moving smoothly, quietly. She had been in one only once before,
courtesy of Laguna.

Over her left shoulder was a dim opera light and a bank of black windows
punctuated by more of the small golden lights all the way up to the front of the
car. Across from the cushy back seat was something that looked like a low
entertainment-center-slash-bar with mirrored doors on it. Plush
cream-colored carpet nearly covered her boots. And once she looked at it
more closely, the seat under her bare bottom was covered in real torama fur.

It wasn't exactly like the limo she had been in before. Laguna's hadn't
been so ho-ey.

In the mirrored doors of the bar, Quistis could see her bare thighs stretched
out in front of her and a puff of blonde fur. It felt great being naked in
a warm soft place. Cozy and comfortable. Just like in bed at home.
Hell, even bed at home wasn't this soft. Quisty settled back against the
seat and opened her legs a little.

Was she alone?

She looked around.

She almost didn't see him sitting at the opposite end of the long back seat.
He was dressed like an Estharian, in a long-sleeved gray and black robe with a
long gauzy black scarf wrapped around his hair and face. The length and
darkness of his clothing made it impossible for Quis to guess how tall he was.
Only his eyes were showing. He was wearing black gloves again.

By reflex, Quistis closed her legs and put her back up against the seat.
Laguna?
It couldn't be. Carin had said the client was Quisty's age and that it
was the same guy from the night before.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," his whispery voice was ethereal in
the near-dark.

But Quistis couldn�t help herself. Like a flower wilting in the cold,
she drew her legs up closer to her body and sat holding her breath,
self-conscious for a minute.

He reached out for her thigh with one black-gloved hanquotquot;What did I
just say?"

She pushed him away, �What�s going on?� Her anger starting to
flare, she tried to pull her winter coat around her, �Where are we going and
what the hell are you doing to me?!!�

He took his hand away, �Just going for a ride.�

He sat unmoving while she looked at him, �Where?�

�To Fuckville,� he said and opened her thighs wide.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Quisty jumped at the thought, even though she was now standing in the middle
of the mall, going through bra and panty sets at the lingerie store. She
looked around, hoping Selphie and Rin hadn�t seen her. It probably
looked like someone goosed her. Which someone had. Only it was the
night before and from the other direction.

Selphie and Rinoa were standing at the front of the store holding bustiers up
to Rin�s body. Quistis went back to checking the designs on the
see-through black sets for originality.

�What up, sex kitten?�

A whispery voice curled around her ear from behind, which made Quistis jump,
scream, and drop her handful of transparent undies to the ground.

�Awww,� the voice said, �I scared the kitty.�

By now Quisty knew exactly who it was, �Irvine, dammit!� She bent
over to pick up her things without looking at him.

�Good choice,� he said, watching her, �but I�m not sure they�re
your color. You should try them on first.�

�Grrrrrrrr!� She scowled at him over her shoulder and he looked
down at her, a sly smile on his face. It was then that she noticed his
crotch was up against her butt. She scooted forward and finished gathering
her supply of underwear.

�Hey, you look good. Where ya been lately?� He shifted and got
close to her again.

Because of the cold weather, that morning she put on black wool pants, a
short black turtleneck that left her midriff bare, and a long coat made of
anacondaur skin dyed pale gray, with matching boots. A black wool cap was
scrunched down over her dirty hair.

Thong sets in one arm, she hitched her black purse up ovee ote other,
�Working.�

�Well, I know that. But where? We never see ya anymore.�

Quisty looked him over, more closely than she ever had before, �The only
reason you like to mess around with me is because you�re already taken.�
With that, she turned on her heel and headed toward checkout.

�You really think so, kitty?� He called after her, �Putr
mr
money where my mouth is.�

Over at the party gifts, Selphie was staring at Quis and Irvine with a frozen
smile on her face. Next to her was Rinoa, who was looking at a torama-print
see-through bra with the nipples cut out, and next to her was �

�Oh, wow,� Quisty whispered to herself.
Squall.
He was watching her work her way through the racks of clothing with Irvine
behind her. She put what she needed to buy on the counter,

�Hey, dude,� she put an arm around him, �heard you�re getting
married.�

He was the same as always ~ standing quietly, his face cold and
expressionless. It took a lot to get a reaction out of him, but he turned
to Quis with a faint grin,

�Yup. It had to happen.�

The clerk rang up Quisty�s underwear.

�What�s been going on with you?� Squall asknbspnbsp; He looked at her
briefly and then looked away again.

Quis let go of him and paid the clerk 918 gil for her items, �Just working
is all.�

�Yeah, but where? You never tell us,� Irvine said, standing by a rack of
glow-in-the dark thongs. They gave Quisty an idea, but she had already
paid for her stuff. Besides, she was ready to end her career as nude
dancer.
A fey voice said in her head, Or am I?

�Memorial Hospital in Timber,� she grabbed her Next to Nekky bag off of
the counter and hitched her purse up over her shoulder again, preparing to go.
She wanted to leave the four of them alone.

�Oh, yeah,� Irvine laughed, �you look like a nurse!�

Squall smiled and chuckled along with him, �Are you nursing anyone in
particular, Quisty?�

�Anyway,� she ignored both of them and put an arm around Squall�s
shoulders again. She had one last chance, �let me congratulate you now
because I won�t be able to make it to your wedding tomorrow.�

He turned to look at her at just the right moment, his face impassive, and
she hurried to put her lips to his. Surprisingly enough to Quis, he
responded and parted his lips to press into her mouth. Under her coat, she
felt his arm wind gently around her bare waist and it gave her a chill. As
he touched her with his rough, bare hand, Quisty felt her nipples harden against
her sweater. She pressed into him further and was just beginning to feel
the tip of his tongue when Irvine said,

�Dayyum! I�m next, dude.�

Out of the blue, Squall�s body came crashing into hers, knocking her
against the checkout counter. Behind them, Rin screamed,

�Stop it, Quisty!�

She came between both of them and pushed Quisty back again.

�No fighting in here,� the clerk said. She was a disinterested
full-figured lady who reminded Quistis of Carin except that the sales lady had
short dark hair. She didn�t even really look at them, lookin the the
clock instead.

�Rin, what�s gotten into you?� Quistis wasn�t really too shocked.
Those Galbadian iced teas were killer.

�Jeez, Rin!� Irvine grabber qer quickly, but she struggled, trying to get
a hold of Quistis.

�Keep your hands off my boyfriend! You don�t think I �,� by
this time, tears were streaming down Rinoa�s face, her mouth downturned in a
frown. Squall stepped in to grab her hands,

�That�s enough!�

Quisty felt terrible for her. Rin was a mess, and yet tomorrow was her
wedding day, for Hyne�s sake.

�No worries,� Quis picked up her Next to Nekky shopping bag, and slipped
around Squall, who was holding onto Rinoa, and past an open-mouthed Selphie,
�I�ve gotta catch the 4:45 train to Timber.�

Irvine came after her, �I�ll walk ya to the station. Or if you�ll wait
a damned minute, me and Sels�ll give ya a ride home!�

�No way,� Quisty said, buttoning her long coat against the late afternoon
winter cold. It was dark out now. She managed to laugh, �I�m in
enough trouble already!�

She looked over her shoulder just enough to see Selphie watching them, still
holding the see-through bra with cut-out nipples. Her shocked look had
changed to puzzlement as she watched Qy way walk quickly up Galbadia Avenue.
Irvine, standing at the front doors of Next to Nekky, had the same look of
puzzlement on his face. Behind him, Quistis caught one last glimpse of
Squall and Rinoa arguing before she broke into a run toward the train station.

A harsh December wind was blowing down from the north now that night had
fallen. By the time Quistis entered thatioation, her nose and cheeks were
deep pink and she was starting to wish she had worn a bra. It was only
4:20 post meridian. True, there was no rush, but she definitely needed to
get the hell away from Rinoa.

The ticket seller, in his blue suit behind a glass window, bore a striking
resemblance to an Estharian imp ~ huge hook nose, shrewrrowrrow eyes, and enough
teeth missing to make it look as if some of them were pointed. Even his
ears were a little pointed. He took Quisty�s gil.

Her teeth were starting to chatter, �Is the train here?�

�Yeth,� he slid her orange ticket under the window, �you may board at
gate B.�

The Timber express was nearly empty. Still, Quisty went for the back
car. She slid into a window seat at the very end and threw her purse and
shopping bag down, giggling uncontrollably.

�Oh, shit!� Thinking about Squall and her stolen kiss. If
Rinoa hadn�t been there, she probably would�ve done him right by the cash
register of Next to Nekky. She laughed at loud at the images that came to
mind, �Would it have been worth it?� Her voice echoed in the empty
compartment, �At least Rinoa would�ve had something to really kick my ass
about!�

�Now I�m kinda sorry I won�t be there tomorrow to give him the tongue
on his wedding day,� she giggled, settling back.
God, I�m sotiretired. Too much dance, too much party. Too much to drink.
�Maybe that�s why I�m getting off thinkin about Squall,� she
whispered, looking out the window at the dark blue marble station walls.
Overhead, because Galbadia was such a rich country, during Vinzer Deiling�s
presidency the station�s ceiling had been replaced with a giant virtual
reality screen. During Deiling, a lot of money flowed into D.C., most of
it illegal. Quistis scooched back in her seat and looked up.

During the day, commercials played or specially-made television shows flitted
across the screen. Sometimes the screen mimicked what the sky really
looked outside. Summer days it was bright blue and sunny. On fall
days brightly colored leaves skittered over their heads and were so real you
could almost hear them scratching along. Tonight the screen showed the
whole night sky, a true reproduction, with millions of stars and the faint
outline of a crescent moon.

Quisty watched the far-away stars twinkle against the velvet background and
sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. So cold. So distant.
I need warmth!
She rubbed her stomach and thighs, touching her breasts and brushing her
fingers against her sex without meaning to. Shivering and holding herself,
she looked at the stars one last time, her eyes beginning to close. She
was too sleepy to see a young man standing and watching her from a few seats
away, silent, thinking. Instead, her eyes closed and she fell into a deep
sleep.

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

In the back of the limo, her client put two gloved fingers into her pussy and
started finger-fucking her with his thumb on her clit. It had the effect
on Quistis that he wanted because she cried out and opened her legs farther
apart. Since he was letting her talk, she wanted to ask him more about
himself, but it only came out,

�OoOoOoOoOoO!�

She almost thought she heard him ching ing softly, his fingers getting wet
and squishy as her clit began to bulge and her nipples stiffen. It was
making her crazy, so she scooted down the car seat toward him, humping his hand.

�Oh no,� he rasped, �none of that now,� and took his fingers from
her.

His black gloves were shiny with liquid.

Quistis whimpered with disappointment as she watched him withdraw. His
fingers dipped into his mouth for a moment,

�Mmmm!�

Her clit throbbed, legs open and needy.

�So let�s fuck,� she whispered, her breasts softly moving with the rise
and fall of her chest.

He seemed to be looking at her, her wet open pussy and blonde fur. Quis
hoped he was getting horny as she was, even though he was motionless as a rock.
She wanted him to be as hard as one, too.

At length, he said, �Greedy, greedy, greedy!� And waved one finger
over her sex. Which only made her hornier. She was relieved to see
him reach into his clothing, fumbling with something. She hoped it was his
dick.

He brought out a black silk tie, �Look familiar?�

Quisty whimpered miserably but there was no going back now. She wanted
him, a half million gil or no. What he didn�t know was that she
would�ve taken a thousand gil for another night with him. All day
long she couldn�t stop thinking about the orgasm she had the night before.
He had made her body explode with pleasure into a million soft pieces, each
carried higher and higher by brilliant fireworks of ecstasy that finally left
her free-floating in space. It was the first time that had ever happened
to her.

He leaned in close to Quis, �I think you�re getting way too horny.�

The mysterious Estharian put one end of the silk tie around Quisty�s wrist.
The other wrist he gently pressed against the back of her neck. Then he
tied both wrists together in back of her head, which made Quis�s breasts jut
out farther.

�You need to calm down,� he whispered before kissing both of her pink
nipples, flicking his tongue over them rapidly and squeezing her breasts
together. Her pinkness stiffened immediately like tiny soldiers.
Oh, that�s gonna help.
She wanted to slap him with both of them and tried but he moved away too
quickly. His long robe had a vertical opening in it to one side and he
began to feel around inside for something.
For sure it�s his dick now. I just know it.
His gloved hand came out wrapped around a dark scarf.
Dammit!
He tied the scarf loosely around her eyes and the world went back except for
a small strip of light if she looked exactly downward. And she had been
hoping that tonight he would reveal his identity to her. Now she was horny
and disappointed.

Mr. Mystery Guy moved out of her limited line of vision like a black cloud,
but she could still hear him. The rustle of his clothing moved away from
her and he opened the small window between them and the driver with a whispering
woosh.
Now I know why he had to knock me out.
He never would�ve gotten her into the limo if he hadn�t. For a
minute she wondered if it really might be Laguna. But then Carin had said
�

She heard the driver say yes sir just before the window slid shut and there
was another rustle of clothing. After that it sounded like he opened the
refrigerator in the tiny bar. This was followed by a pop. By the
time he removed her blindfold, he had taken off the gauzy black wrap across his
face and was holding a bottle of champagne.

Only now the wrap had been replaced by a black mask over his eyes.

�Don�t study me too hard,� he whispered, �or I�ll put the blindfold
back on.�

She gulped and watched him take a large drink from the champagne bottle.
It was really too dimly lit in the back of the limo to see much anyway. He
crawled forward slowly between her legs, bottle in hand, and put his mouth on
hers, pushing the champagne between her lips. Quistis drank it in, trying
not to let any spill as his tongue entered her mouth, too. She wanted to
touch him, hold him to her, but her hands were still tied. He tasted her,
kissing her, their lips sticky together, tongues caressing the other, and she
pushed hard-ard-nippled breasts up against him.

�Yeah, you�re gonna get fucked,� he said, taking another long drink of
champagne, �don�t worry.�

The mystery guy kissed her again, sharing his champagne, and then gave Quissy
a long drink from the bottle. She looked into his blue eyes, trying not to
stare at him and not doing a very good job. Unfortunately, his features
were average. Lips not thick or thin. Average nose. If it was
Seifer, the mask was covering the scar on his forehead, so she couldn�t really
tell. There was nothing unusual about what he chose to show her.

He jerked the bottle unexpectedly; the sticky champagne splashed on
Quisty�s breasts and trickled down between them over her tummy and belly
button. He gave another splash so that tiquiiquid would run down between
her thighs, which they both watched with anticipation. As its coldness
rolled over her clit, Quissy yelped and pushed her hips toward her captor.

�Damn! I�m making a mess here!� He gave Quissy another
drink and took another long drink himself until he finished off the bottle.
He let it fall from his fingers to the soft carpet, �Looks like I�ve got
some cleaning up to do.�

The icy-ness of the champagne had an odd effect on Quisty�s privates.
It made her sex puff up and begin to throb again, her clitoris rampant, coming
out from under its hood swollen and needy. She screamed and pushed up
against her mystery guy again, but this time he was too busy with her breasts to
notice. He engulfed them both like a starving man, squeezing them, licking
them, sucking her nipples, moaning, and putting as much of his mouth down on
them as he could get. This time she was able to slap him with her round
beauties.

�Oh, you are so gonna pay for that,� he said and licked between them.

Quisty writhed against the ties that bound her hands. Her leg brushed
the front of his body and she thought for a moment that she felt something hard.
His tongue trailed downward from her breasts over her sch, ch, tickling her
navel, before disappearing between her legs. She pushed up against him and
groaned with desire, closing her eyes. He kissed her there, on her open
wet slit, his lips buried in her fur. He licked her.

�Yeah,� Quisty breathed, moving against his tongue, �eat my my pussy.
Eat that fucking pussy!�

�What did you say?� His head popped up from between her legs.

�You heard me,� she said and tried to shove her slit in his face, �I
said eat my pussy!�

He sat up and moved back from her, �I thought that�s what you said. But I
think what you really need is this.� He reached into the opening of his
dark robe for a moment, finally bringing out his engorged member for Quisty to
see. She recognized it immediately ~ average length but very thick with a
large head on it. It was pointing up at her forehead. No doubt that
this was the same guy from the night before. She would recognize that dick
anywhere.

Seeing it had an immediate effect on Quisty�s sex. She felt it
becoming wetter and she moaned, laying back on the soft torama fur with her
thighs open wide for her client.

Cock out, he opened his robe a little more so that she could see his balls,
too. They were smooth as a baby�s. As she watched, he moved closer
to her and, taking her thighs in his hands, put her legs over his shoulders.
He edged closer and closer until his rigid member was brushing the wet fur of
Quissy�s pink sex. She humped against him again, her breath coming
faster.

�Beg for it,� he whispered.

Quisty pushed against his cock and screamed, �Fuck me, goddammit!"

With one hard thrust, he speared her. Quis cried out again and arched
her back, feeling his rock-hard member punishing her soft folds. He drove
deeper and deeper inside her and then began to move in her wetness, in and out.
Quistis followed the rhythm of his hips, meeting his cock every time it thrust
forward into her pussy.

�Oh, Hyne, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!� Quissy felt
as if she were going crazy. She needed more and more of him to satisfy
her, �Please don�t stop! Don�t stop!�

And then he stopped.

�WHAT?� Quisty looked at him incredulously, breathing hard. He was
breathing hard, too.

The driver was knocking on the glass window separating them. Her
mystery guy had stopped thrusting, but his cock was still deep inside her.
She could feel it throbbing, as her sex was throbbing. She moved against
it gently while Mr. Mystery seemed to be thinking about something.

�We�re here,� he whispered.

He withdrew his wet cock from her folds and Quisty cried out in frustration.
It was angry now and even harder than before. He let go of her thighs and
leaned over her body, straddling her. He moved up until his cock was
betweer brr breasts. He took her breasts in his gloved hands and began to
thrust his member between them. Every time he pushed upward, the head of
his cock brushed Quisty�s lips.

�Suck it,� he whispered huskily, �lick it!�

She did. He pushed the head of his member into her mouth and she sucked
on it, licking it with her pink kitten tongue. Very quickly hechedched
over to the bar for another bottle of champagne. While Quisty sucked, he
opened it. He took the tip of his cock from her mouth just long enough to
give her a long drink of champagne, and as she was drinking he thrust his cock
back into her mouth. The champagne splashed everywhere ~ on his cock, on
Quisty�s lips, face, and throat. But she drank, too. He entered
her mouth deeply, nearly choking her, and then began to thrust between her
breasts again, splashing champagne on his moving cock and her round hard-nippled
beauties.

Quisty was starting to feel like she could have an orgasm just from the nasty
thing they were doing.

The limo had stopped. Her and Mr. Mystery Guy were the only ones making
the car vibrate now. She didn�t even wonder where they had stopped.
That didn�t matter anymore. She sucked on his cock every time it thrust
upward from between her breasts and licked it the best she could.
Champagne was everywhere. After a few minutes of tit-fucking her, he cried
out. He pulled the head of his cock from between Quisty�s lips and came
all over her, splurting thick drops of cum on her mouth and tongue, breasts and
nipples.

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Quistis woke with a start in the darkness. She felt like she had been
drooling in her sleep and wiped her mouth a little, looking around. For a
second she was disoriented, wondering where she was waking up this time.
Home, or �? But the far-away thrum, thrum, thrum and sound of an
automatic door opening and closing were dead give-aways.
The train!
Sleepy-eyed, she looked out the ww inw into the darkness. They were
about in the middle of the Galbadian canyon-lands, which meant they were half
way to Timber. Quisty sighed and sat back.

�I can�t wait to crawl into my own bed,� she murmured out loud.
While it was true that she would have to change the sheets first, at least it
would be good to be home. Not at the Blue Kitten, not at the Railway
Hotel, and especially not �

�Omigod, I have to pee!� Quisty jumped out of her seat and nearly
forgot her purse and Next to Nekky bag. She grabbed them and danced in
place for a second while looking around at the train compartment.
No bathroom here!
She hadn�t even thought that people might have boarded the train after she
fell asleep and might be sitting close to her. Shutting her mouth, Quis
looked around anxiously as she made her way to the next car. But she was
still all alone. There was no olse lse in this car.

Now that it was evening, the train lights had been dimmed by the conductor.
For a second they reminded her of the lights in back of the limo and she felt
her face go red thinking about her mystery guy, his hard member, and the other
things they had done after he came the first time. As soon as he
recovered, he gave instructions to the driver again and they were back on the
road. He untied Quisty�s hands and put her on her stomach while she
drank champagne and he did her from behind.

�No wonder I felt kinda hung-over this morning,� she whispered to herself,
moving through the second car. She had a vague idea that they had drunk
three bottles and that champagne didn�t exactly mix with whatever her mystery
guy had given her to knock her out.

There was no ladies� room in the second car, either, but there was a group
of four people sitting near the front. They seemed to be two couples.
The man and woman sitting in the aisle seats were talking semi-formally, as if
they didn�t really know each other that well yet. The other two, who had
the window seats, were sleeping. Quistis asked them where the restrooms
were.

�In the first car, dear,� the woman said and went back to talking to the
man about being in a hot tub with two other couples.

Quisty was starting to feel like hell.
I hate it when my hair�s dirty.
She was just about to go through the door to the third car when she heard the
automatic door behind her open and close. At first it didn�t strike her
as odd, and she was about to keep going when she thought,
Hey! I thought I was the only one in that car!
Quistis turned around to see. There was no one there, which was as it
should�ve been. In car 2 there were only empty seats and black
windows looking out on the Galbadian night. The two people talking looked
up at her smiling. Quistis smiled back at them and went through the door
to the third car. Car 3 was empty, also. Silent, and row after
row of empty seats.

�What the hell�s going on here? This is so weird,� her voice
sounded muffled in the stale air of car 3. �Everyone must be afraid
of the cold weather.�
After that would be car 4 and then the ladies� room in car 5.
Quisty was just about to go through the door to 4 when the door behind her
opened and closed. She turned around to look. No one was there ~
again.
Maybe the doors on this train just DO that ~ open and close by themselves.
Even rationalizing it, she still found herself getting goosebumps. She
was just about to turn around and keep going when something made her look again.
She turned once more to look behind her.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a black shape move and then disappear
quickly in between the seats.

�Hey! Who �� Quisty started to say when a flash of light
lit up the compartment and then disappeared. The pale orange light
flickerece, ce, twice, three times. �We must be passing a small town,�
she said, looking out the windows.

The street lights of the town danced through car 3, making odd shadows,
until the train passed the town for good, leaving it behind in the dark.

�Is anyone there?� Quisty said firmly.

There was no answer.
Oh, well. Maybe it was just the lights flashing.
Car 4 was also completely empty, but Quistis was glad to see people,
finally, in car 5. The upper half of the door between the two cars
was made of see-through plastic. True, it was a bit scratched, or a lot
scratched depending on your point of view, but she could still make out the
shapes of more than one person in the car ahead.

She was almost to the end of car 4 when she heard the door behind her
open and close.

She turned around, mad now, �Alright, that�s enough. I know
you�re there!� She went back to do a totally thorough search of the
seats.

Halfway through the car, a black shape materialized up ahead of her and
shimmered in the dark like water. It reminded her of the heat waves in
Kashkabald Desert only black. She squinted in the dim light.

�This isn�t funny �� her voice died suddenly in the semi-dark and she
stopped squinting. The shape was coming closer to the scratched plastic of
the door to car 3. Close enough to see that it was the man who had
been talking to the woman in car 2. And the woman was right behind
him. He stopped just before the door, by an empty seat, and turned toward
the woman. She knelt down in front of him.

�Woooo!� Quisty whispered to herself, �You gotta have some serious
trust in your partner if you�re gonna get a hummer on a train.�

Whether he saw Quistis or not, she couldn�t tell, but the woman hadn�t
been busy very long when the guy�s eyes shut and his mouth fell open.
Quisty felt her face go red.

�Maybe she�s just gonna lick it,� she giggled and continued on to car 5.

It reminded her of a song.
Two trailer park girls go round the outside

Round the outside

Round the outside **
She passed the people in car 5 and said hello to them, two elderly men
playing cards and three elderly ladies gossiping, and was still smiling at the
thought of this guy getting a hummer while his wife was asleep as she descended
the wrought iron stairs to the ladies� room down below. She was too busy
giggling and thinking about her own hummer the night before to hear the door to
car 5 open and close.

Down below there were two restrooms, the mens� and the womens�.
There waso a o a door to the smoking car, which was empty, and an exit door that
would come open as soon as the train stopped. The train noise was louder
down below and it was darker. There were no windows. There were also
no lights on in the restrooms. She squinted again in the dark to make sure
she was going into the right one and was just about to feel around for the light
when a pair of boots clanked down the wrought iron stairs behind her.

She looked over her shoulder out of reflex just in time to see a black shape
hurtling itself at her.

�What �� was all she managed to say before a gloved hand came up to
cover her mouth. She pushed against his body, but he felt as if he were
made of Balamb marble.

He pushed her into the ladies� room, �Shhhhh! I think you owe me a
freebie, don�t you?�

He whispered and Quistis recognized his voice immediately. Her eyes
flew open wide, �You!�

As soon as he had her in the darkness, he pushed her up against the sink and
took off his gloves. He hurriedly unzipped her pants and stripped them off
of her along with her panties, leaving her boots on.

But it wasn�t totally dark down in the ladies� room. There was a
pale half-circle of light from car 5 above. In just a few seconds,
Quisty�s eyes adjusted, which didn�t help any. It was obvious he was
wearing black again. He seemed to melt into the shadows, only his pale
hands showing, along with Quisty�s pale thighs.

She watched him quickly unzip his jeans and whispered in the dark, �When
are we gonna stop doing this?�

�Who says we should stop?� He took out his balls and hard cock, put
his hands around Quisty�s waist and sat her on the sink, where she opened her
legs.

She tried not to cry out when he entered her quickly and began to thrust.
It took a minute or so for her wetness to come, and until then the fuck was a
little painful. With one hand he pushed Quis�s sweater up over her
breasts and found her nipples with his tongue. This brought her wetness
faster and she moaned as their hot sex began to sound slippery.

He also found her mouth with his tongue, breathing hard, battering her with
his member. Their tongues found and caressed each other, tasting and
making love while he played with her breasts and slammed into her over and over
again. The laughter of ladies drifted down from above and Quistis didn�t
care. She was sitting spread-legged on a restroom sink while her mystery
lover pounded her wet pussy. Did anything else matter?
No.
She couldn�t even talk. She wanted to beg him please, I must know!
I must have you! And you � I know �.
Quistis reminded him of something he had said the night before. He took
his mouth from her nipple for a moment to shush her before returning to what he
was doing. His hands reached around to cup her bottom to bring her closer
to him while he pushed in deeper and deeper.

Maybe if Quisty hadn�t cried out just then she would�ve heard the sound
of an elderly lady descending the stairs. Because of her moans, she
didn�t even hear the elderly lady say oh my! at seeing Quisty�s purse
and shopping bag lying by the door to the ladies� room. The next moment,
the lights to the restroom came on in sharp reality and a black-gloved hand
hurried to cover Quisty�s eyes.

The old lady screamed, �What are you doing in here, young man!?!�

That was the only thing Quisty knew and it sounded so far away. In her
limited line of vision, if she looked sharply downward, she could see was her
lover�s rigid cock pounding in and out of her pink sex, her blonde fur wet
with their juices. Until he pulled out and started to cum.

The old lady cried out again, �Oh my god!�

He spurted on Quisty�s thigh, pussy fur, coat, and belly, and then her
other thigh, over and over again.

The old lady�s watching him cum! When Quis realized this, she
didn�t know if she wanted to laugh or hide.

As soon as he finished, her mystery lover turned off the restroom light,
zipped his jeans, and hurried out the door, shutting it behind him, leaving
Quisty in a daze. He left so fast that for a minute she wasn�t sure what
exactly happened. Her mind was still foggy from the pleasure of their
fucking.

�Hey!� Quisty yelled after him as soon as her wits came back.

She pulled open the restroom door only to find a gaggle of senior citizens
staring at her. The train had arrived in Timber and the exit door was
open, the seniors ready to disembark. The bunch of them looked at her
incredulously as Quistis stood nearly naked in the open restroom door, splotches
of cum on her thighs and tummy, looking around for her lover. They
reminded her of big-eyed fish in an aquarium,

�What, you�ve never seen people fuck before?� She slammed
the door shut on them.
** (I don�t think I have to tell you who thong ong is by �)
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