Chapter 1 - Cherries

 

Life is just a bowl of cherries, but even they have a hard core, so, not everything in life, is going to be soft, and sweet. In fact, nothing is, and that was what I was thinking about, as I was approached by four, sexy females.

"May we join you, assuming you are, Vincent?" the one in front of the group asked.

"I am, and sat as requested, by the fire escape, alone, and wearing jeans, and a shirt. I usually drink pints, but as asked, it is half of mild, again, not my choice," I said.

"No, it is not drunk as much, as it used to be, which was why we decided to tell you to buy it, and being male, a half again, unusual, making you more noticeable, to us. You see we are female, and have brains," she said, mocking me, so I retaliated.

"I have been told I keep my brains in my balls, I have two of them, where do you keep yours, there is just a hole, down there?" I asked her.

"I can see this will be fun. The contract states that we are to take you, and make you a more amiable person, and I can see you need to be," she said, getting her own back on me.

"You started it," I said.

"No, you started it, by employing us, rather your sister did, on your behalf. Noticing that you cannot get, and keep a female for more than a week, is it?

I will not beat about the bush, you are agreeable to our conditions, that you are to be taken, and kept. We are allowed the use of corporal punishment on you, such as the cane, giving you a very sore arse. Until we are happy that you are more able to find a female, to have as a partner, for life, willingly?" She asked me.

"May I say that you have very nice, firm tits. In fact, all of you have, and so large, not many to the pound, of those, hey?" I asked, putting it on, for their benefit.

"Yes, and natural, perhaps you would like to feel at them? Accepting that not everything is, as you suspect, or wish. We will leave that until later. For now, I need to ask; are you willing to be taken, and to hand your body over to us. Knowing that anything we do to you will not be permanent, and you accept that any punishment given, will be applied. With sufficient power, or force, for it to be punishment, and not play, although we are, playing. If you are in agreement, then sign here, and here, and we will collect you when we, are ready. You may not be, but make sure you are, because it will be without, warning. One final item, you do not work, being wealthy, and with a private income. Your sister has taken care of the fee, and will continue to do so, for the duration of your rehabilitation, from a creep to a person.

Then seeing as everything is agreed, without you knowing too much, so as not to spoil, our, fun, as we take you, and convert you. What methods we will use are up to us, as long as there is no permanent damage, we can do anything we wish to you.

When we take you, we will expect you to fight us, be obnoxious, and nasty, but when we release you, if ever, you will kiss our arses, believe me, you will. Good bye," she said, and got up.

I finished the beer, I had paid for it, then I got up, and left going home, but on the way; I was looking for a female, one that needed a good, fucking.

I walked slowly down the high street, keeping an eye out for solo females. I was that intent on the other side of the street, mainly the group of young females with low cut tops, exposing sufficient to interest any male. I decided they were prick teasers, offering everything, but giving nothing. I turned slightly into an attractive, young female, and knocking the books out of her hands.

"Oops sorry, my mind was elsewhere, and I didn't see you, so I am very sorry. Here let me pick those up, for you, I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked.

"Oh, no, not at all, I admit also, to my mind being elsewhere, I do like the look of that dress, but beyond my, means," she said, it was late night shopping today, and the shop was open.

It was also a second-hand shop, so the dresses were not that expensive, being a specialist shop, they were not cheap, but designer dresses for half price, because someone had worn them, first.

I didn't lie, I did know the woman running the shop.

"Look, you do know that they have been worn, they are second hand, shall we say, so they look expensive, and were, when new, but are not that bad, now. I would be honoured, if you would allow me to ask the owner for you, regarding the price, if you don't mind? Is it a special occasion?" I asked her, helping pile the books on her.

"I am an avid reader, as you can tell," she said lifting the pile of books up, "I have been invited to a reading, by my favourite author of her latest book, I won a ticket in a charity draw. It is black tie, and tickets are like a hundred and fifty pounds each, and I don't think sloppy sweater and jeans, would go down, very well," she said.

"Then pray allow me, madam?" I asked, ushering her inside, "Mavis, I have dragged this beautiful, young lady into your delightful establishment, to purchase a gown for a black tie, do.

I assured her you were the only establishment in this town that cared enough, to assist a university, student, to attain the heights required, when in the august company of a, littery, genius," I said, she did like it when I spoke to her all flowery, like.

"Ignore him love, what do you fancy?" Mavis asked her.

"I-I well I know I can't afford it, but that floral gown in the window," she said.

"Let me see, this one?" Mavis asked.

"Yes, it looks my size, but is it?" She asked.

"Try it on, and we will find out," Mavis said.

The student left us to try it on, and Mavis turned to me.

"OK, what is a fuck worth, to you? It is advertised at two hundred and fifty pounds, make me an offer?" She asked me.

"It was, but the ticket said, half price, so how about fifty pounds, and I will take it off your hands, you know you will have a big problem selling it, she is petite, but even on her, it will be figure, hugging," I said.

"How about a hundred, and I will let it out, for her, come on, you will not get a prostitute for that much, not even, a desperate one," Mavis said.

"You can charge her ten quid for letting it out, if, it needs it? Otherwise, her favourite author, is yours, coincidentally, like, and she can have it, as long as she brings you the author's autograph," I offered, I knew her.

"You get tighter by the month, I am sure, I am supposed to make a profit, OK, you have a deal," Mavis agreed, reluctantly.

Mavis went to the cubicle, "Are you alright?" she asked, the girl had been in there for quite a long time.

"Y-yes sorry, I was just, well it was a dream, I know I cannot afford it," my hopeful conquest said.

"Come on, come out, and let me look at you, your favourite author, who is it?" Mavis asked.

"Mary Pydding, the crime novelist," my conquest said.

"No, not Mary Pydding, I have read all of her novels, she is good, and you are, hell, I have a shop to run, and I can't go, have you read the last novel, 'The Close,' that was a dark one, that was," Mavis said, which shocked me.

"No, you like her, yes, it is at the Victoria Country Hotel, very posh," my conquest said.

"Stop hiding, let me look at you, we can't have you going in jeans, can we? Come on, let me look. Hum, it is a little tight here, and in the bust, I can let it out. I had a woman in earlier, and she fancied it, so I know I can let that seam out, and there is enough in the cups to let them out, for you," Mavis said.

"I am so sorry, I shouldn't have allowed him to bring me in, I know I cannot, afford it," she said, looking ashamed.

"Do not tell him, but he suggested that he pays, and I tell you to ask for Mary's autograph, for it, so don't tell him that she is, my favourite author, see, and if you can do, ask for her autograph for me, please, if you remember" Mavis said, and pulled a curtain back showing her all of the books.

"Then I suppose the dress is not, free," she asked, but smiling.

"No, they usually want something, in return, but I have had him, and he is worth, having, but it is up to you. I will charge him, but between you and me. I am willing to let you wear it, for the night, in exchange for her autograph, so wear it, bring it back, and I will refund his money, saying you didn't have another use, for it. Please, follow me," Mavis said, and led her into the back, showing her the photos of all of the people she had met, and got their autograph, apart from the fact that they were all female, they were A listed, celebrities.

"I was a dress maker, costumes for the stage and films, which is why they are not all female, see here, a dame, in pantomime, that is his autograph, but mostly they are. An accident, prior to going on stage, and I was the one to make an invisible repair. I am good, and they were grateful. That dress I bought at auction, a box of dresses, someone had dropped it in to the wrong box, it was to be auctioned singly, being the dress of a Princess, just look in the label, when you take it off.

I admit, a Princess, never wore it, it was in a box at a house clearance, but it was made for, a Princess, by the then, royal designer, NH, shush," Mavis said.

"Not Nor," she began.

"Shush, those are the initials, but was it that person, who knows, we can say it is, can't we?" Mavis asked, laughing.

"Don't tell me, you put it in, to get a sale," My conquest said.

"I swear to you, look at it, I did not put it in, cross my heart. Now we have kept him waiting long enough," Mavis said, and my conquest got changed back, handing Mavis the dress, but she did look at the label, and was satisfied.

"It may have been a college piece, and the person's initials were, NH, we will never know, but we can dream," Mavis said, as they walked back to me.

"A college piece for what?" I asked.

"Vincent, don't you know better than to ask what women, are discussing? It obviously wasn't, there is very little to discuss, there. Now, as I said, tomorrow night only, return it, and there is no charge, apart from her, autograph," she said, and I smiled at her.

"Thank you, she is very nice, isn't she?" my conquest asked.

"Yes, she is, for a con-woman," I said, and added, "Would you like to have a drink, with me?" I asked.

"Oh, I am so sorry, you have been so kind, but I have a theology exam, in the morning, I want to become a vicar, I start my final year, next year," she said, and left me stood there, aghast.

A hundred quid, and most of the night, it had cost me, for a rejection, sullenly, I went back to Mavis, to pay her.

"Ha, that will teach you, theology, impressive, then I'll be honest. I did let her wear it for the evening, I am a better judge of women than you are, she will return it, after the reading.

By the way, what is a theologian doing with chemistry books, medical books, and biology books? Perhaps a look at the books they are carrying, rather than their tits, may give you a more appropriate, talking point.

Never mind, there is always me, my clit is drying up, from lack of use, perhaps it is you; that is going to pay for me helping her, in one way, or another," Mavis asked me.

I laughed, she was a good fuck, but it was the chase, wasn't it, and with her. With me having won the chase, it was now not the same, but still, very acceptable.