Dreams of a Virgin (16 page)

After a brief intermission, it was the ladies
turn. I had my eye on one before the festivities started. After the
response I got, I felt the need to make a few others pay, too.

My first victim was Cassidy. When I first
came out, I saw her roll her eyes at me in total disgust. She
wasn’t overly attractive, but still able to draw a bid. I waited
until it seemed the bidding would end at thirty-five. That’s when I
pounced.

“Forty dollars.” She looked my way. When she
saw who placed the bid, again I saw that look of disgust, then fear
when no one else would bid. That’s when a smirk came across my
face. “Going once... Going twice... Sold.”

Date with a total bitch, forty dollars. The
look when she saw who she had to go out with, priceless.

After about eight women, I spotted my second
victim, Nicole. When I was in college, I had asked her out. She
simply laughed and walked away. Nowhere to run now.

Again, I waited for just the right moment to
strike. Just when the bidding would end at thirty, “Thirty-one!”
This time, the bidding continued. I could see the relief on her
face when she heard a continuing bid. That look vanished when I
kept bidding. She was egging the crowd on, wanting the bidding to
continue, knowing the outcome if they didn’t. Then, a look of
sadness when I won the bidding, again at forty dollars.

The final woman of the evening, Robin, was
the one I had wanted in the first place. I had the biggest crush on
her in school, but was too afraid to ask her out. Fear was gone
here.

In fact, I began the bidding at twenty-five.
I could see this would not be as easy to win. The bidding grew
quickly. Soon, it was up to seventy-five, and growing. I knew I had
to make my move now.

“One hundred dollars.” Suddenly, the bidding
stopped. After a minute, I had won my third date of the
evening.

Now, what kind of dates would I go on? The
dates were pre-planned prior to the bidding. First up was Cassidy.
As snobbish as she was, I knew I had to ruin the date however I
could.

We ate at a fancy restaurant. When the first
course was brought, I slurped the soup and talked only about
myself, not asking anything about her. At the main course, I had
lobster. I made a lot of noise with the hammer cracking it open. By
dessert, she was so disgusted that she stormed out of the room. At
least the bill was on her. I left shortly thereafter, with an evil
smile on my face.

My second date with Nicole was a few days
later. I really had no interest of going out with her. I just bid
on her to piss her off. So, I decided to stand her up. Payback’s a
bitch, and so was Nicole.

The following Saturday was the date I was
looking forward to, Robin. I remembered her from marching band. I
was a trumpet player. She was a majorette. There were so many times
in practice that I wanted to ask her out, but she was clearly out
of my league.

This was my time to shine, to make her see
what I was about. I wasn’t going to blow this.

The date was a night at the opera. I had
never been to the opera. I rented a tuxedo, thinking that was
required uniform. Once I got there, I could see I was
overdressed.

When I saw Robin, I could see she had never
been there before either because she, too, was overdressed.

I will admit, I wasn’t into the opera. In
fact, I was downright bored, but I didn’t let Robin see it.

After the movie, we drove back to her place.
We shared memories from marching band, routines we performed, the
parties after the wins. Well, she did. I wasn’t much of a partier
back in school.

The more we talked, the more we found we had
in common. Classes we took, teachers we had.

In an instant, we kissed. Things grew from
there. One thing, in particular. My middle leg. Next thing I knew,
she was pulling down my pants.

Now I knew she was good at handling a baton,
as she proved by handling mine. What I didn’t know was she was also
good at playing the skin flute. She started into one whale of a
solo. They say music calms the savage beast. This tune she was
playing did just the opposite. I had never felt that excited
before.

After a night like that, I’d say I got a
bargain at only a hundred dollars for this date. I was hoping that
we would be making beautiful music for many nights to come.

Even in the darkest of times, when all seems lost,
you can always see the light at the end of the tunnel.

On a cold January afternoon, I was shopping
for groceries. I had a cart half full when I was approached by a
beautiful woman. Just by looking at her, I could tell she had
fallen on hard times.

“Excuse me, sir, but do you have a couple
dollars to spare so I can get a hot meal?”

I took in the whole picture. Disheveled hair.
Wrinkled outfit. I could see that she really needed the help.

“Sure, but I need to break a ten. Could you
wait until I check out?”

After walking around, guilt got the best of
me. Especially when she started telling me about what had happened
to her.

“Do you want to help me put these back?” I
gave her the ten.

“My name is Faith. Would you like to join me
for lunch?”

“Sure, Faith. I’m Jeff. Just give me a few
minutes to put these back.”

We returned the groceries and went to
McDonald’s. Judging by the size of her order, I could tell it had
been a long time since she had a decent meal.

While we were eating, she told me everything
that had happened in the last few months. She had been laid off
from her job. Her car had been repossessed. Her boyfriend had
kicked her out. She was forced to live in a storage unit with her
stuff, and she couldn’t afford her next month’s payment.

Feeling bad about her, I offered to let her
come back to my place to clean up. I offered to let her spend the
night, seeing as it was mid-January and the temperature was
approaching zero.

“I’ve put you through enough already. I don’t
want to be any trouble.”

“Please. No trouble at all. I could use the
company.”

After eating, we went back to my place. It
was only a one-bedroom apartment, but there was enough room for
her.

She went into the bathroom, disrobed, and
turned on the shower. While she showered, I set up the couch so she
could sleep there tonight.

After about five minutes, Faith came out of
the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel.

“Why are you doing all this for me? You don’t
even know me.”

“Well, I know what it is like to have
everything taken from you. Because just a few years ago, I was in a
similar situation. And I had a good friend there to help me through
the tough times. I swore to him that I ever saw someone in that
condition that I would pay it forward and help them out.”

“Well, I don’t have cash to repay you for all
your kindness. But I can repay you in a different way.” She dropped
the towel. “Ever since I was a little girl, I always liked playing
doctor.”

“Well, Faith, it looks like Dr. Jeff will be
making a house call. You look like a healthy specimen to me, but I
need to make sure. First of all, I need to check to see if you have
any lumps.” I started feeling her breasts, rubbing them, twirling
my finger around her nipples.

“No lumps. Okay, now. Open your mouth and say
Ahh.” As she did, I kissed her. Tongues met.

“Okay, now I need to take your temperature. I
need you to bend over.” She seemed a bit surprised at this. Little
did she know that I worked with an anal thermometer. For the next
few minutes, I was repeatedly inserting my thermometer, and each
time, it got warmer. Finally, it got so hot that the mercury shot
through the top.

“Well, my diagnosis is that you are in
perfect shape. But I do recommend that you not leave here until the
time is just right. Doctor’s orders.”

“Yes, doctor. Do I get a lollipop?”

“No, but I have something else sweet for
you.” I started kissing her again.

Over the next few weeks, I came to see that
playing doctor wasn’t the only fantasy she had. There was also the
Catholic schoolgirl and, my favorite, the sexy cop. Here, I got to
play the bad guy and she got to frisk me. I got to turn the tables
on her and used her own Billy club on her. Well, in her.

Three months later, her life was back on
track. She had a new job. She no longer had the storage unit; she
had moved the essentials in with me. And she had a new boyfriend:
me.

Guess sometimes in life, you just need a
little Faith.

Maybe Jeff has read one too many comic books. Think
he may have taken super villain to a whole new level.

It started off as a typical day in
Normaltown. The sun came up in the east. Birds chirping. Children
playing.

Until the alarm went off at the Normaltown
National Bank. The Sinister Sorcerer and his henchmen were robbing
it. The Sorcerer pointed his wand at the vault door. It started
glowing. Yanking his wand back, the door to the vault flew off the
hinges. The henchmen went inside to fill their sacks.

As the Sorcerer and his gang left the bank,
several police cruisers pulled up. With a wave of his wand, the
cruisers began to float. He held them airborne.

From out of nowhere came UltraWoman. Yes,
UltraWoman. A mild mannered college student who happened to be in
the wrong place at the wrong time. While taking a Chemistry class,
she mixed some chemicals by accident. When heated, they exploded.
Caught in the blast, she was thrown back and knocked unconscious.
When she came to, she realized that she had ultra-quick reflexes
and enhanced strength. She designed a utility belt to aid her
never-ending effort to stop crime.

“Sinister Sorcerer, drop those officers this
instant.” He lowered the cars.

“UltraWoman. We were expecting you. Henchmen,
attack.”

The six henchmen surrounded UltraWoman. One
by one, they attacked her. One by one, she fought them off. Bodies
began to pile up.

The Sorcerer pointed his wand at a manhole
cover. He raised it in the air. As she finished off the last
henchmen, he pointed his wand at her, hurling the manhole cover at
her. It hit her in the back of the head, knocking her out.

The henchmen slowly recovered and tied up
UltraWoman. They grabbed the sacks of money and UltraWoman and
loaded them into their van. They kept an eye on her as they drove
back to their lair at an old abandoned warehouse.

When they got there, they took UltraWoman,
still knocked out, and rested her against a steel wall. The
Sorcerer cast a spell, “Titanum Restrainum”. Pointing his wand at
her, her arms and legs were bound to the wall with titanium
restraints, arms at her sides, legs spread. Suddenly, she came
to.

“Welcome back, UltraWoman.”

“Where am I? Sorcerer, you fiend.”

“If you think I was bad before, you ain’t
seen nothing yet.”

Approaching her, he grabbed her costume.
Touching his wand to it and chanting, “Fabricum Removum”, the
costume disappeared, leaving UltraWoman in her birthday suit,
wearing only her mask. She struggled to break free, but was
unable.

“Now, watch as a part of my body starts to
grow. And I don’t even need magic.”

Dropping his pants, he exposed his other
wand. Forcefully, he took his wand and penetrated her fortress of
solitude. Repeatedly, he jammed her with the wand until the magic
flew from it. He was also groping and fondling her ample breasts
and firm rear. When he was finished, she was exhausted and in
tears. He, too, was exhausted, but laughing.

“I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did,
UltraWoman.”

Later that evening, Simon, one of the
henchmen, crept up to a sleeping UltraWoman, who was still naked.
He ran his finger across her lips. She didn’t budge. He fondled her
breasts. Again, no movement.

He figured, “What the hell.” He took off his
pants and penetrated her fortress of solitude. This woke her up. He
placed his hand over her mouth so she couldn’t scream out.
Viciously, he thrust himself into her over and over again. When he
had finished, she was in tears.

The same thing continued all night long.
Whenever she would fall asleep, another of the henchmen would have
his way with her. Eventually, she passed out from the repeated
abuse. The door to her fortress of solitude had been left wide
open.

The next day, the Sorcerer came back and
revealed his diabolical plan to her.

“Good morning, UltraWoman. Hope you slept
well. I know I did. But that’s only the beginning. See, I’m not
going to keep you for myself. As beautiful as you are, you should
be shared with the rest of the world. Which is why at the big
convention tonight, in front of the entire world, we will appear
together, just as we are. Not only will the whole world see your
incredible body, but I will reveal your secret identity. And
there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Wah hahahahaha!”

“Sorcerer, you can’t.”

“Oh, but I can, and I will. But before I do
that...”

Pointing his wand at her, he chanted,
“Reversum”. Magically, she was now turned facing the wall, still
restrained. Once again, he took out his other magic wand and
penetrated her fortress of solitude from the rear. In and out,
thrusting the wand harder and harder, slamming her into the wall.
Again, he groped her wondrous breasts, squeezing as though he was
trying to get juice from them.

When finished, he took the magic wand and
touched it to the restraints to her arms. They disappeared. As her
arms flailed, he grabbed them and brought them together behind her
back. “Titanum Restrainum.” Her arms were now bound together behind
her. Touching the restraints to her legs, he brought his arms
together. Now her legs were bound together.