Character Creation Ch. 09

She tried not to think of it as prostitution. And if it was, it was to keep a six-figure salary with a Cadillac benefits package, which was one hell of a slut fee. This time she went to his office, no longer trusting Jenny not to spread rumors the second she got a chance. (Watkins didn't have a secretary; when the resources had come up to hire one early this year, she'd conned him into letting her get the help.)

When he heard the door close behind him, she was treated to a look of genuine amazement when he turned to see her wearing her tiniest miniskirt and a blouse sheer enough to notify him that she was braless. He wanted her to be a slut, so she'd dressed the part.

"Well look at you," he said. He didn't ask permission, just reached out and took a couple handfuls of her tits.

She made herself not scowl, and after a few moments, even urged a smile. "You like?"

He pulled her blouse off, which would have to do for a response. As Watkins became mesmerized by the sight of her bare boobs, she pressed the attack. "So hey, I was hoping you'd give me another shot at sucking you off? You can finish in my pussy this time, if you want. I brought a condom, just for you."

"Yeah, no thanks."

She'd been prepared for him to refuse. Still, she was on the pill, and couldn't imagine a guy like Watkins slept around enough to pick up anything. "That's fine, just this once maybe I could let you ride me bareback. A little secret, between us." Erika winked.

"That's swell, but I actually meant no to the whole offer."

"What! You're turning me down?!"

"Looks like. Would you close the door behind you on your way out? I have a lot of work to do, and I don't want to be distracted again."

"Fat chance of that – why don't you want to fuck me? I'm crazy hot. I know you want my body. Every guy wants my body."

"Sure – and to hear the talk around the office, I wouldn't be the first to get it."

"Those are lies and you damn well know it!"

"Do I? You sure seem eager to suck and fuck me to get what you want. Why would I assume I'm the first?"

"Only because you turned my world upside-down!"

"Really? Being unpopular is this new to you?"

"Of course it is!" she thundered. "I was prom queen AND homecoming queen! They didn't even let people run for both – I was a write-in!"

"I love that that's the most impressive part of your resumé. Would you leave now?"

"Not until you tell me why you're not interested in me all of the sudden."

He sighed irritably. "Fine. Look... it's not that you're not attractive. You are. You so are, OK? So quit pouting over that. But it's just that, ever since this thing started, I just... well, I can't really be seen with you."

Her jaw dropped. She'd given some permutation of this speech a hundred times, how she liked someone so well but they were just from two different worlds – her polite way of saying she was out of someone's league. On the receiving end, it felt a lot worse than she'd always figured it did, when she bothered to wonder how it felt.

"So undo the spell! Then people won't hate me, and you can get what you want!"

"Think it through, Erika. You're suggesting I undo the spell so you won't be a pariah any more, so that I can fuck you, so that I'll undo the spell...?"

"Are you really just going to leave me like this? One of these days they're going to get spiteful enough to up and fire me!"

"Hmm. Yeah, I suppose I could fuck you then."

"That's not what I... Damnit, Greg, there has to be something we can work out! You're one of the smartest guys we have. Can't you think of anything?"

Three weeks later...

"Erika, you made it!" Donna said, smiling brightly. It was the 4th of July, the day of Granger Sauvage & Knight's company beach picnic. "Wow, that's quite a swimsuit. You have real guts, wearing that – not that you're not rocking it."

"Thanks, D," Erika said, kissing her on the cheek. "Quite a swimsuit" was putting it mildly – it was a string bikini that she normally wouldn't wear on a vacation in a foreign country, much less in front of coworkers. Most her ass was on display, and she had to keep tugging it into place to keep her nipples from popping out. It was total slut wear. "I brought the cupcakes – was up half the night frosting them, but I wanted them to look just so for everybody."

Donna showed her over to the dessert table to set them down with the rest. "So is Greg coming separately?"

"Oh no, he's just waiting on me to help him put lotion on."

"Some guys get all the luck, eh?" Kenneth joked as he walked up.

"Nuh uh, I'm the lucky one. Though I guess you could say he's been getting plenty lucky lately." Erika winked.

Her few co-workers in earshot chortled at her brazen joke. None were surprised; this was common fare from Erika Hilliard lately, ever since she'd fallen head over heels for Greg Watkins. Evidently personality really counted with her, or she was just playing smart politics by shacking up with him. Everyone agreed, recently – Greg Watkins had "rising star" written all over him.

"Luck? I thought you said it was skill," came the man's voice over her shoulder as he entered the tent.

The group welcomed Greg with smiles and handshakes, hugs from some of the ladies. He'd certainly never been this popular before they started dating, but ever since it got out that he was regularly sticking it to none other than Erika Hilliard, the hottest woman in the office, he'd become a legend.

Sure, it was tawdry at first, as everyone assumed the skank was just fucking him for help with her case load, but once they saw how she doted on him, how she hung on his every word, how she clung to his arm like he was the one serving as decoration for her... well, public opinion began to turn. He was obviously a winner. A man's man and a ladies' man all in one.

Knowing full well he could reinstate the spell whenever he chose, she continued playing along. What choice did she have? Her reputation had taken some lasting damage. With a little extra elbow grease, and a whole lot of time spent with the newly-minted most popular guy in the office, it was recovering.

She immediately pulled Greg into a deep kiss, giggling as she felt his hand cop a feel of her ass. Every guy in the room was fixed on the couple with a mix of envy and lust. Some of the women had been flirting with Watkins of late, no doubt thanks to the rumors she'd been spreading about how enormous his cock was, and how – regardless of his bulk – he was the most generous and gifted lover she'd ever had. "I've never gotten off so hard or so often!" she'd said, over and over, as she went down the list he'd made of women she should talk him up to.

She'd even gone to his sister's birthday party with him, sat on his lap and stroked his thin hair lovingly the whole time. His family was in awe of their son's obvious sexual prowess, betting a babe like that.

"So, ready for me to get your lotion on, baby?" she asked him. She couldn't even tell if her voice was higher-pitched these days, or if it just felt that way from constantly playing the part of Watkins' bimbo girlfriend.

"You know it, baby," he said. Every eye followed the young, seemingly in-love couple, the source of all the best gossip in the office, as they made their way down to the sand. She spread out a towel for him, and when he laid down, she readied the suntan lotion.

"I'd like it as a full body massage," he said once they were alone. "Make it a good one."

"Yeah yeah, whatever, asshole," she replied quietly, but her smile told any lookers-on that she was delighted by this opportunity to touch him. To be seen touching him.

She began with his legs, then the back. When the time for his front came she gamely obeyed a commanding gesture and climbed aboard his groin, rocking her hips on him as she oiled him up. Nearby, a group of company guys were practically drooling as she all but dry-humped him in full view of the public.

"You know, if you don't say 'when' soon, you're going to cum in your swim trunks."

"Don't worry, it's your turn now, sugar tits."

Was it ever. For the next twenty minutes, Watkins lathered her up from head to toe. He spent a gratuitious amount of time on her thighs and her butt, enough that whatever her actual interest in him, she couldn't help but get a little damp in her bottoms.

"Roll over, Erika. I never get tired of your ass, but I do miss your tits eventually."

"You do realize that unlike some people, I'm more than capable of putting lotion on my own chest and stomach."

"Sweety puss, you know I know better than anyone that you're flexible enough to get your whole body. But I think our friends deserve to see how passionate we are for one another. Don't you? Unless you're bored of being popular again."

"Oh no," she said, "you know I can't get enough of your thick doughy hands. Darling."

She rolled over and Watkins dove in, smearing the slick goo on her stomach, then across her breasts. He slid his hands right underneath her top and squished around her bare tits. To her undying embarrassment, one of the partners walked by as he did so; Watkins didn't even have the grace to look chagrined at being caught.

"Mr. Knight, good to see you!" he said as he slipped his hands out from under her top. Both of her nipples were at least partially exposed, and she bashfully tugged the little triangles back into place.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt... Watkins, right?"

"Yes sir, Greg Watkins."

"I've been hearing good things about you, Watkins. Glad to see you've got this little filly to take care of you. Important that our best people stay happy, I always say."

"I, um, actually work for you too, sir," Erika interjected.

"Good, good," he said dismissively. "Well you two have fun today, Watkins. You know, you actually remind me a bit of myself at your age," the old man chuckled.

"That's something for me to look forward to then," Watkins said as their employer departed. "C'mon, Erika, you've made yourself a sensation... let's go make you a legend."

There was no missing what happened then. In the fading late afternoon light, Greg took his hot new girlfriend out into belly-deep water and fucked the hell out of her. They couldn't have been more than a hundred feet from the shore line, where a few dozen employees were laying out on blankets, chairs and towels as they picked at their potluck dinners.

"You're a real pig, ya know that?" she said as Greg tugged her bikini patches aside. With the sun behind her, intellectually she knew she'd just be a silhouette and nobody would know she was exposing her tits, but it didn't feel that way.

"Yeah, well what does that make you?" Watkins pulled down his trunks. Between waves, the water went just low enough to show his pale white ass to lookers-on. "Now, why don't you be a good girl and show me how long you can hold your breath."

With one last pouty look at her co-workers on the shore, she took a deep breath and got to her whorish task. It was strange to think that just a few weeks ago, she'd been so inexperienced at this, but by now she'd sucked him off so many times that having his fat sparkplug of a cock in her mouth felt perfectly normal. Doing it underwater was an added challenge, but Watkins had his wits about him enough to hold steady her during the big waves.

During one pause for air he held her above the water. "That's good. Now, show everyone how badly you need me."

With a sigh, she tugged the crotch of her bikini bottoms to the side, granting him access to her pussy. "Like I need a hole in the head."

"I'm done with the hole in your head – now I want the hole in your crotch."

Using her buoyancy to help lift her, Erika wrapped her arms around his shoulders and carefully guided her pussy onto his cock. It was cold, but she was warming it up quickly. "Just glad it's this hole you're interested in this time."

"Hey, I thought you liked getting your butt fucked," Watkins said, somehow managing to sound like she'd wounded his pride even as the most beautiful girl the fat prick ever touched wriggled her hips around his dick.

"That's because you told me I had to be as convincing as possible. I'm pretty sure every tenant in your building thinks I like getting my butt fucked now, too."

She groaned in spite of herself as he gave her a particularly hard thrust. The sound obviously carried to shore; she could see some of her colleagues pointing now. Within moments, half the company was watching her get her cunt stuffed.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you love getting fucked by me."

She locked eyes. "Oh, I just can't get enough of your big hard cock," she cooed in a tone so earnest it was unmistakeably sarcastic, then lowered her voice and hissed, "you fat prick." He drove up harder, and she moaned again.

"Tell me I'm the best lay you ever had."

"Oh yeah, baby, you're totes the bestest cock my pussy's ever had!" That was a little louder than she meant it to be, sarcasm or no. The way he was picking up intensity was making it difficult to keep quiet; hopefully the sound hadn't carried to the shore, but if it did, she supposed it would only make her more popular. Nobody was going to fire the hot-ass girlfriend of the legendary Greg Watkins, after all.

"Beg me to fuck you harder."

She eyed him. "Se-HER-riously?" She winced at how her voice broke when he pulled her hips down hard onto his cock mid-utterance. She wished she could sound less like she was enjoyed this.

More, she wished she wasn't enjoying this.

When he just grinned smugly back at her, she had little choice but to comply, though couldn't resist inserting a few jabs just for him under her breath. "Oh yeah, Greggy (you fucking asshole)! Plow my steamy little pussy harder (before I fall asleep)! I'm so fucking WET for you baby (or maybe it's the ocean) – just DRILL me HARDER (so we can get this oh-oh-oh-hover WIIIIIIIIIIIITH FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" She never really ended the jab; her orgasm smashed into her like a tidal wave and she couldn't keep quiet.

For his part, Watkins complied, and fucked her as hard as a man had ever dared, pistoning in and out of her steaming box, his firm grip on her hips handling her like a plaything. Which was basically what she was right now, a little fuck doll being used like a little fuck doll. He gradually lost his footing, but neither of them even noticed as the water dragged them more and more in shore until he was sitting on his ass in the shallows as she bounced and writhed on his cock, panting and moaning.

It was like fireworks were exploding in her cunt, brilliant blossoms of beauty pounding through her entire body, light cascading over her naked tits and replacing the night sky with stars of pleasure.

Wait, no. Those were real fireworks. The display had begun on the shore, and now, only a couple dozen feet away, her co-workers took in the sight of Erika Edward's naked body fucking the hell out of that toad Greg Watkins. In any sane universe, she would have just committed social suicide.

Instead, she was met with the thunderous applause of her co-workers.

"You go girl!"

"Ride that cowboy!"

"Damn, what I wouldn't give to be in his shoes..."

"She's so lucky!"

She stood then, waving to her throngs of admirers. She was so overwhelmed by being the center of everyone's appreciation again that she didn't even notice that her tits were still exposed, that her pussy was on display, that along with the water cascading down her mostly naked body there was a slow drip of Watkins' spunk.

So it was that a girl who'd been considered an outcast and a pariah had climbed to the top of the social ladder – and all it took was hooking up with the most popular guy in the company.

One challenge any DM of veteran players must always contend with is that of risking becoming unoriginal. There are those players who are endlessly content to press into a cave, slay the trolls, apply flasks of alchemist's fire to keep them down, loot their lair and use it to upgrade that +2 to a +3. For many, however, this becomes tedious; this can be as much the case with well-worn plots as it can be with combats. Rescuing the gnomish peasant girl kidnapped by goblins, deciding the appropriate course for handling the evil orcs tribe's women and children, realizing that their NPC ally who has suddenly been acting funny is, once again, a doppelganger.

One technique for avoiding this pitfall is to address these clichés head-on while simultaneously turning them on their heads. The peasant girl is in fact in love with one of the goblins and fled to avoid persecution, finding solace only among her beaux's people. The orcs are led by a vile priestess of Luthic who drives generation after generation of males into unwilling aggression to appease her notions of male duty. The doppelganger has been impersonating the noble for years, but recently, it has had a crisis of faith in its dark masters that has been causing it to act out of sorts.

Time-worn tropes, however, need not incur guilt on the part of DMs who make use of them – after all, they have gained their place in player's hearts and memories through generations of exposure. Yet some of the most memorable tales come from turning the tables on players' expectations. Sometimes, the dragon must be rescued from the princess.