Kicked Around

Erik kept staring at the bathroom entryway, breathing deeply and feeling incredibly relaxed. He had a smile on his face as he waited patiently for Lara to emerge from the bathroom. Erik was so relaxed that he could fall asleep. His eyes began to close. The world seemed to slow down, and he felt completely fulfilled. The only thing that could make this moment any better was for Lara to be in his arms right now.

Erik began to open his eyes slightly. The figure caught his attention and Erik became wide-eyed. There, sitting on the bed staring at him with a grin on its face was the orange striped cat. Erik's cloud nine moment was replaced with a hazy, startled feeling. "What the fuck is up with this cat?" Erik thought. Behind the cat, Lara walked into the room, fully clothed.

"OK," she started. "Switch everything over to my account... Now."

Erik was still in a daze, but finally registered Lara's strange request. "What?" Erik said sitting up on the bed.

"I need my money," Lara responded. "Take what I owe you and give me a check for the rest. Then, move everything to my bank account. Here's the number." Lara handed him a piece of paper with her bank account information. The cat scurried off the bed and out of sight.

Erik didn't know what was happening. He was still light-headed when suddenly, it hit him, and everything came into crystal clarity. The payment account for Lara's website was all created under Erik's name and bank account. Erik hadn't looked at his bank account all week, but since Lara's customers kept signing up, he probably had a good chunk of money in there now. Erik's expression changed to sadness and grief.

"FUCK!," he thought. "This is what she meant??? I needed to fuck her in the ass so that she can get her own money from me??? Goddamnit!!! She's going to think I'm a fucking asshole now!"

"Lara," Erik started in with a shaky voice, trying to find the right words to navigate this shitstorm of a situation he just put himself in. "We didn't need to do this for me to give you your money."

"What?" Lara asked.

"I didn't even know I had your money until you said it just now," Erik continued feeling like he was going to cry. "I really thought that you and I could make this work."

"What?" Lara asked again.

"You and me," Erik said. "Like, together. A couple."

"Let me get this straight," Lara said. "You didn't know you had my money, fucked me in the ass because you thought I wanted to be your girlfriend, and now you want to try be a couple?"

"Umm, yeah, basically," Erik said. After Lara said it like that, he thought it was slightly comical and this relieved him. An uneasy smile appeared on Erik's face.

Lara looked away, pondering this new information. She shook her head and had a look of awe on her face. "Huh... I don't know who's a bigger dumbass... me or you," she said looking back at him.

"So, I'll take that as a yes?" Erik said knowing what the answer was, but still trying to win over Lara.

Lara glared at him. Erik smiled an uneasy grin at her. Eventually, Lara smirked slightly. "Just switch everything over."

Erik dressed and walked over to the desk. He switched all of the accounts over to Lara. She now had total control of the website. Erik took a backup of the website and stored it on a USB drive and told Lara to put it in a safe place. Afterwards, she told him that he needed to go because she had other things to do.

"Lara, I'm serious about us," Erik said. "I think we should be together."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Lara asked. "What do you mean?"

"I think we should be... like, a couple," Erik said.

"Like you want me to be your girlfriend?" Lara asked.

"Yeah," Erik said.

"You really don't want this Erik," Lara said. "Trust me."

"I really like you, Lara," Erik said.

"You don't even know me," Lara said. "I met you two weeks ago having a smoke outside a store. I sucked your dick and fed you free pizza to work on my website. That was the most time we've spent together."

"Yeah," Erik said defensively. "But, I've learned so much about you since then."

"Like what?" Lara asked. "Like I give blowjobs for free food, I'll fuck guys for free shit, and when I'm really desperate, I'll let them put it anywhere?"

"There's more to you then that," Erik said.

"You're right," Lara said. "And you have no idea what it is."

"But I want to know," Erik said.

"This will never work Erik," Lara said. "I can't be some dumb girlfriend who pines over some dickhead guy, hoping that he's going to do stupid, sappy romantic shit for me. I'm not like that."

"OK," Erik said. "But I want to get to know you, the real you."

"Not now," Lara said. She opened the door and stood to the side, indicating that she wanted Erik to leave her apartment.

"I'll leave," Erik said. "But I'm coming back tomorrow, and we're going to hang out."

"Whatever," Lara said. "See you tomorrow, I guess."

Erik left and walked back to his room.

Around dinner time, Bret and Steve stopped over, and the three headed to the cafeteria for food. After they picked up their trays, they sat down at a table.

"So, what happened with you and Lexi last night?" Erik asked.

"You know what happened," Bret responded eyeing him suspiciously.

"No I don't," Erik said. "Why don't you tell us?"

"There's nothing to tell," Bret said. "You guys left, we had fun, yadda, yadda, yadda, and now I'm sitting here with you."

"Yeah, sounds like a lot is missing there," Erik responded. "Did she spend the night?"

"What the fuck?" Bret said. "Are you five? Are you asking if we had a fucking sleepover? Are you going to ask me if I tucked her in next?"

"Did you?" Erik asked.

"No... Douchebag...," Bret said. "She left sometime in the night."

"You don't know?" Erik asked.

"No," Bret said.

"So are you guys like a thing now?" Erik asked.

"Are you this much of a fucking woman about everything?" Bret asked. Erik shrugged. "No, we aren't."

"Why not?" Erik asked.

"Me and her just aren't like that," Bret said.

"Like what?" Erik asked.

"Boyfriend, girlfriend... people...," Bret responded.

"Are you sure?" Erik asked. "Like, did you talk to her about it?"

"No," Bret said. "I don't ask questions when someone wants to mess around. And she doesn't seem the type either."

"I'm confused," Erik said. "So that was just a one-night thing?"

"Maybe," Bret said. "Who knows? Who cares? Move on..."

Steve looked at Erik. "Bret said you were with that girl you're obsessed with. What happened there?"

Erik put his head down. "Nothing," he said. "She has a boyfriend."

"That doesn't mean anything," Steve said. "You know how many girls I've been with that had a boyfriend?" Erik looked at him. "A lot."

"Yeah, well," Erik responded. "She doesn't seem like that type."

"They are all that type," Steve said. "If you make them that way." Bret laughed to himself. Erik shook his head and continued to eat his dinner.

After dinner, the three walked outside with Bret as he smoked a cigarette. Then, they went back to Bret's room, smoked some weed and played video games. After some time, Steve and Erik went back to their rooms for the night. Erik got ready for bed and went to sleep.

Sunday, Erik woke up, watched porn, jerked off, showered, ate breakfast, and did some homework. After lunch, he went to Lara's. She let him in and sat at the computer while Erik sat on her couch.

"So," Erik said. "What do you like to do for fun?"

"Masturbate," Lara responded still working on her computer.

"Oh," Erik said letting his guard down at the kinky response. "Me too!"

"I know," Lara said.

"What?" Erik responded.

"I used that website user tracker plugin you told me about," Lara said. "I can see when everyone comes to my site and what they look at. Your 'test account.'" Lara made quotes in the air while saying it. "Was on my site every morning, afternoon, and night since the site has been up. You watch the anal videos mostly. And, it looks like you jerk off at least three times a day."

Erik was stunned. He was staring at Lara realizing that she completely described his sexual interests and patterns just by the history she grabbed over the course of the past week.

Lara looked at Erik. "You are by far the busiest customer on my website right now."

"Is that all I am to you?" Erik asked. "Your customer?"

"Did I ever make you pay for it?" Lara responded.

"No," Erik said. "But you thought you were trading sex for work. That basically means you were selling it to me."

"Erik," Lara said. "I paid you to make something for me, and I made you feel special for it. Who is the customer and who is the salesman?"

"So is that what you think of me?" Erik asked. "I'm just some sales guy who used you to get what he wanted?"

"Jesus, you are making this out to be more than what it is," Lara said. "I needed something, and I bought it from you. You needed something, and I traded it to you. This," Lara motioned to Erik and herself, "is working just fine. Why are you trying to complicate it?"

"Why can't you admit that there might be something else there?" Erik asked. "Something more than just some... business arrangement?"

"I don't know what you want from me Erik," Lara said. "But this is what I can give you right now. And, I've got shit to do. So if you aren't going to help me, then you need to leave." Lara turned back toward her computer.

Erik stared at Lara for a second. Then, he realized that it's going to take a long time to win her over, but he felt that he was ready for the task.

"What do you need me to do?" Erik asked.

"I have a new customer who wants a private film where I get fucked in the ass while I scream his name the whole time," Lara says. She turned toward Erik. "And since I know how much you love my ass, wanna do it?"

Erik's expression changed. "I can't do that."

"I'll pay you," Lara said.

"No," Erik responded. "I can't do that, I'm sorry."

"Why not?" Lara said. "You've got a big enough dick. It's not like you're packing something small down there."

"I can't go on camera and fuck someone for the whole internet to see," Erik said. "I... I just can't do that. I'm sorry."

Lara turned around, back toward her computer. "Alright, well if you want to help me you can follow me around with the camera. There are some other videos people want me to make."

"Like what?" Erik asked.

Lara turns back toward him. "Another guy wants me to put on a private striptease show. Guys like it when the camera moves with me, so it looks more real. If I have it sitting on a tripod, they don't like it as much."

"I can do that," Erik said.

"Great!," Lara said. "Get the camera ready." Lara stood up and walked to the bathroom. After 20 minutes she walked out with her hair and face made up, wearing a dark red bathrobe.

"You look amazing," Erik said.

"Thanks," Lara said. "Now stand over there. I'm going to start here and crawl toward you. The camera is hooked up to the TV behind me so you can look at the camera screen and the TV to make sure the picture looks good and I stay in frame. I'll crawl up to you and do my thing. Keep the camera on me, that's the only thing you need to do. You got it?"

"Got it!" Erik said giving her a thumbs up with a smile.

"OK cowboy," Lara said. "Put that away and let's get to work." Erik looked at his hand and felt like a dork. He then focused on the camera and prepared to begin filming.

Lara took off the bathrobe and let it drop to the ground, completing her transformation into Lola. She stood there, completely naked. Erik hit record and gave Lola the signal that he was ready, as he was staring at Lola through the camera. Erik's heart started to beat faster at the site of Lola naked, right in front of him.

Lola slowly crawled toward the camera and then sat up on her knees. Next, she turned around and went down on all fours with her face down, ass up and ran her hands over her ass and pussy. Then, she turned her body, butt, and elbows back on the ground. One leg went up, behind her head, and her hand slowly slid down her belly to finger her pussy, while the other supported her weight.

Then, she brought both legs down back into a kneeling position in front of Erik.

Erik was struggling to concentrate but kept on filming her as instructed. Lola moved closer to Erik until she was right underneath him. Lola's hands went around Erik's thighs and up to his stomach and chest. Then, she unzips his pants.

"Wait," he whispers. She looks up at him with her devious smile.

"I can't do this," Erik says.

"Oh yes you can," Lola said. She pulled down his pants. He was beginning to move back, but she held him close.

Erik didn't want to be in Lola's porn. Erik had a long time fantasy about being a porn star and fucking on camera, but he felt too insecure about himself. Now, that fantasy was being tapped into, and he had a slight desire for this to continue.

"No, I have to stop. I can't do this," Erik thought.

Lola pulled up his shirt, so his cock was in view of the camera. Then, Lola swallowed it up quickly before Erik could resist again.

At this point, Erik was living yet another fantasy with Lola that he didn't want to end, regardless of his insecurities.

"Stop," he thought but didn't say it out loud. His mind kept racing. "No, wait... I can do this. Just keep the camera down, don't say anything, no one will ever know."

Lola was furiously moving her head. Erik's breathing was getting very heavy, and Lola knew she needed to slow her pace to keep this going a bit longer. She withdrew him from her mouth and sucked on his balls. She licked all over the sack and in between his legs as she cradled his cock in her hand. After she finished, she licked up and down his shaft. Then, she said, "I want you to cum on my face."

Erik did not need to be told twice. She started back on him with her mouth. It only took a moment for Erik to feel as though he was about to push past the brink. Erik was too close to try and prolong the inevitable. So he said, "OK!." She pulled his cock out, lowered herself with her neck arched back and kept her mouth open. The first shot completely arched over her mouth onto her eyebrow and dripped down onto the top of her nose. The second streamed over her mouth onto her upper lip, below her nose and dripped down into her mouth. The third landed on her tongue, and the rest dripped out onto her chin. She curled her tongue back into her mouth, pushing the cum down her lips. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. She took him into her mouth again and sucked off the cum that streamed down onto his shaft, pushing it down her mouth again. Her mouth, lips, and chin were dripping with cum. Then she gave the camera her trademark wink and smirk, held her stance for 3 seconds and then said, "And that's a wrap."

Chapter 14

Erik was standing, still holding the camera pointed downward and recorded his dick dripping with cum. Lola had walked to the bathroom to clean up, and Erik was slowing his breathing back to normal.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Erik said to himself. Now that the fantasy had ended, his anxiety was getting the best of him again. "What the fuck do I do? What if someone sees this? The camera never went to the rest of my body. Besides my dick, there's no way anyone would ever know it's me. But, what if they find out? What do I say? Do I just lie? I'm a horrible liar. They'll see right through me. Maybe I can just delete it. I'll tell her there was a problem with the camera or something."

Erik's eyes moved around the room as he continued to think about what he was going to do. Across the room, in the corner, the cat was sitting up and staring at Erik. The sight of the cat stunned Erik. Erik looked at the cat, and the cat looked right back, grinning. "Why does this fucking cat keep staring at me and Lara?" Erik thought, distracted from his original objective.

Before Erik could finish his thought, Lara walked out of the bathroom fully clothed and cleaned up. Her eyes raised when she saw Erik staring across the room, still holding his dick, with the camera focused on it, in the same position he was in when she left him. "Are you done yet?" she asked.

"Shit," Erik thought. "Times up."

"Uh, yeah," Erik said. "I... uh... Just didn't want to get your camera... all... messy..."

Lara smiled and walked over to him. She took the camera from him and turned it off. Then she walked to the desk and started to copy the video to the laptop for editing. Erik was still frozen in place not sure what to do. He looked like a famous pop icon, with his one hand stretched out and the other grabbing his groin. All Erik needed to complete the look was a white, diamond studded glove and a black, sequin fedora.

"Wow, nice cumshot Erik," Lara said. The comment surprised him and his voice cracked, "Ah," which sounded like "Ow!."

Erik cleared his throat. "Hrm, thanks," he said. With his clean hand, he grabbed his pants and walked over to the bathroom. Erik cleaned himself up and redressed. When he joined Lara at the desk, she was editing the footage.

Erik was amazed at how quick and skilled she was with this. She knew exactly how to fade in, cut out, close up and add effects to make it look much more professional than two college kids filming a blowjob in an apartment. Erik didn't disturb her work. Instead, he just watched as she made her edits.

In the end, she had a 5-minute clip of her striptease and blowjob with the cumshot. The clip looked professional complete with a red fade-in at the beginning and a red fade-out at the end. Erik was proud of being the owner of the dick in the video, as it looked like it had done its job to perfection.

After watching the final cut, Erik finally broke the silence. "You are really good at this."

"Thanks," Lara said. "I've got lots a practice." She uploaded it to her site and sent the link to her customer.

"OK Erik," she said. "Your dick is now famous." Erik's face went red.

"You didn't use my name anywhere, did you?" Erik asked.

"No," Lara said. "I'll keep your name off of it. No one ever has to know."

"Thanks," Erik said. "That was actually not as bad as I thought."

Lara looked at him strangely. "Yeah, imagine that," she said. "Getting your dick sucked and cumming on a girl's face in your own personal porno flick. Oh, sounds fucking horrible!" She laughed, and so did he.

"You hungry?" Lara asked.

"Yeah," Erik said.

"Pizza?" Lara asked. Erik remembered the pizza delivery guy from the first time he met Lara and suddenly got an image in his head of Lara sucking him off at her doorway as he handed her a free pizza.

"No," Erik said. "How about something else?"

"Burger?" Lara asked.

"Sounds good," Erik said. They left Lara's apartment and walked two blocks down to a sports bar and grill. There were only five other patrons, so the two pretty much had the place to themselves. They sat down at a table, and a young, cute waitress walked over to them. The waitress was wearing a tight red dress and Erik stared at her up and down as the waitress took their order. After the waitress wrote down their choices, Erik watched the waitress as she turned to leave.

"Horny again already?" Lara said jokingly.

"What?" Erik said. "I was... um... Just admiring her... dress..."

"OK, homo," Lara said. "You're a crossdresser too?"

"No," Erik said defensively. "I think she looks... really good in that dress..."

"I hate dresses," Lara said. "Too... girly..."

"What?" Erik asks in disbelief. "This coming from the ultimate sexy girl?"

"I don't know what that means dork," Lara said. "But thank you." She smiled at him.

They ordered food and then Erik tried to take the opportunity to ask Lara questions about herself.

"I want to know more about you," Erik said. "I want to know everything about you. Like, what's your full name?"