Shades of Gray
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Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
934
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Kat
His head resting against the back of the chair, Travis' eyes fluttered close as the girl whose name he never bothered learning proceeded in pleasuring him. He and Andrew had been at the Pretzel for the last fifteen minutes and had already taken some XTC.
Even in his desire-induced haze, he could still make out a girl with an unpolished sexuality and non-pretty-girl beauty that looked completely surprised when she saw him. A not too uncommon reaction, given his reputation of being the city's "golden boy," but she seemed familiar somehow. She was slightly pale with swept back black hair and pale blue eyes.
While wandering through the club a little later, he came across her again and struck up a conversation. One that was rather concise and to the point, namely do you want to have sex. When she readily agreed, Travis led her out of the club, wrapped an arm around her waist and told her to hang on. He took to the air and touched down on the deck of his "bigger yacht," as opposed to his "big yacht."
In his bedroom, where he has the hidden video cameras set up, Travis had sex with this sensual young girl. And the sex with her was"¦ great. Most girls he'd been with would get angry and leave when he got really "passionate," but this girl let him treat her harshly and didn't say a word. She was almost naturally submissive and really brought out Travis' need for control over the girl he was with. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had no control over his own life. That people expected him to follow in the steps of his parents. That he was expected to form a team. He didn't feel like he had much choice in who he was or the control he had over his own life, so maybe that led him to feel he needed to dominate the girl he had sex with. Travis never put any thought into it. He just did what made him feel good.
When Travis woke in the morning, she was gone, but there was a note lying on the pillow.
Kat. 555-5689.
He smiled and wandered over to the bar. Pouring himself a brandy, Travis pulled on some boxers and went out to watch some television. He was halfway through watching the Bourne Identity when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Dude, where are you?"
"On my yacht. What's up?"
"You have any idea what time it is?"
Travis looked around for a minute and then gave up.
"No."
"It's 11:15. You're supposed to be at practice, remember?"
"Ah shit! I'll be right there."
* * * * * * * *
After practice, Travis and Andrew decided to get a football game together. It was rather late before they could get a good-sized team together but they played until nightfall. The game was called off at that point and because a lot of the opposing team was extremely sore from where Travis went after them full force. By the time the hot dogs were being roasted over the bonfire, most of the guys had paired off with their girlfriends.
Travis watched a few of them making out for a minute before pulling out his cellphone and giving Kat a call.
"Hello?"
"Kat? It's Travis."
"Oh"¦ hey."
"Hey, me and some of the guys are having a bonfire cookout. You want to come over?"
"Uh, I'm"¦ I don't know"¦."
"C'mon, free food. Warm fire. Gorgeous guy. What's wrong with this?"
There was a pause that confused Travis and made him wonder why she was hesitating before she finally agreed.
"Great. My chauffeur will give you a call in a minute here. Let him know where to pick you up."
"Okay."
About thirty minutes later, Travis heard a car pulling up in front of the Ellis home. Flying around to the front of the house, he saw Kat just starting to get out of the limo. Dropping down in front of her, Travis kissed her deeply while running a hand down her back.
"Glad you could make it. Hungry?"
She nodded and smiled up at him. Travis led her to the bonfire where after snagging her a dog from one of the other guys, he sat down against a log and she settled between his legs. About the time Kat finished off her meal, most of the couples had wandered off to find more private locations. Travis motioned for her to get up and after getting to his feet wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Hold on."
Travis took to the air and Kat clung to him for dear life, even to the point that her nails dug into his shoulders. A few minutes later, Travis touched down beside the outdoor pool on top of the King's Crown and just beside his suite.
"You"¦ own this place too?"
"Yeah. This is sort of my"¦ get-away-from-the-world home." He punched in the security code and opened the sliding glass door.
"Like it?"
She looked around at the gigantic living area, complete with its wet bar, four plasma televisions, multiple speakers connected to the sound system, chandeliers, plush sofas and love seats. It was like nothing Kat had ever seen. Her entire home could fit into this one room.
"Wow."
Travis smiled and took a seat on the U-shaped sofa facing one of the televisions. He looked up at Kat and decided to see if she would do as he wished.
"Why don't you fix both of us a drink?"
She hesitated for only a second before nodding and heading to the wet bar. Travis smiled and placed his hands behind his head, very pleased with his new toy.
"What do you want?"
Travis' eyes roamed over her body as his grin widened. "Hmm"¦ I can think of a few things I want."
She smiled. "To drink."
"Vodka Tonic."
Kat turned back to the bar and poured out some vodka and tonic water. She came back over to Travis a couple minutes later with two glasses of Vodka Tonic. She handed him a glass and then looked uncertain of what she should do next. Travis took the glass and patted the cushion beside him. Kat sat down on the sofa, tucked her feet up under her and leaned against Travis. Travis took a sip from his glass and found it to his liking.
"Tastes good. Where'd you learn to make drinks?"
"My mom was an alcoholic."
"Had you make drinks for her?"
Kat nodded and laid her head against his chest. Travis looked down at her and then finished off his drink. He set his glass down and then laid a hand on her head, pushing her down towards his crotch.
"Yeah. Enough talking."
* * * * * * * *
The next week went fairly routinely for Travis. He went to school. He hung out with Andrew. By the time the weekend rolled around, Travis was looking forward to going clubbing and possibly seeing Kat again. Instead of going to his usual haunts, Travis decided to head into the rougher part of town, Northside, and to the club Five & a Half. It had been a fairly rough week and he was looking to blow off a little steam. Namely, getting into a fight.
Travis bought a beer at the bar and then took a seat at one of the tables. He scanned the crowd as he downed his beer, looking for suitable prey. He was halfway through his drink when someone caught his eye. It was Kat. And she was dancing with a fairly large black guy wearing gang colors. Travis grinned and finished the rest of the beer. Leaving it on the table, he made his way through the crowd. At times gently moving people aside. At others, roughly. When he finally came up behind the guy, Travis pushed him aside and took Kat's hand.
"Fuck off! She's with me."
The guy gave Travis his most withering gaze to which the younger man just smirked.
"Fuck you, punk!"
He shoved the kid back and gave Travis all the incentive he needed. Travis let go of Kat's hand and swung at the man's face, breaking his jaw. Kat grabbed Travis' hand and tried to drag him away. Travis looked back and forth between Kat and the guy lying on the ground with his friends gathered round. He saw the pleading look in her eyes and followed Kat out of the bar. As soon as she dragged him past the door, Kat turned around and kissed Travis passionately. Travis wrapped his arms around her and lifted off the ground, still kissing her. He was well off the ground and out of sight by the time the gang members came storming out of the club, guns in hand.
Travis flew them up to the green house on the top of the Transworld Tower, the largest building in the city. He landed them on the catwalk above the plants and never let his hands leave her body. Travis undressed her and used Kat's shirt to bind her hands to the railing above her head. She said nothing and let Travis have his way with her. When he got rough with her, she whimpered and cried, but said nothing. When he was done with her, Travis got dressed and waited for Kat to finish before picking her up and taking off. He touched down a couple minutes later at his penthouse suite and took her inside. Plopping down on the sofa, Travis looked up at Kat.
"Put on some music."
Kat wandered over to the stereo and started looking through his CDs.
"What do you want to hear?"
"How "˜bout put on Pink's album."
Kat did as ordered and started to walk back over to Travis. Before she reached him, Travis held up a hand.
"Dance for me."
Kat shifted uncomfortably for a moment before awkwardly doing as he said. As the music picked up, she began to gyrate more and flow with the music. As her show began to heat up, so did Travis' body. Kat could see the effect she was having on him and delighted in being able to have a small amount of power over him. Her natural inclination was to give herself completely to the guy she was with. Let him control her. Tell her what to do.
The show she put on for Travis quickly took away what little self-control he possessed. Travis rose, picked up Kat and took her to his bedroom.
* * * * * * * *
The next morning, while Kat was still asleep, Travis got on his cell phone and called his personal assistant.
"Yes sir?"
"I'm going to need some names for a new superhero team. Give me a number of possibilities. Also, I'm going to need a costume, so get a fashion designer to work on something for me."
"Yes sir, we'll get right on it."
Travis hanged up and went to take a shower. When he came back to his bedroom, Kat was gone.
Even in his desire-induced haze, he could still make out a girl with an unpolished sexuality and non-pretty-girl beauty that looked completely surprised when she saw him. A not too uncommon reaction, given his reputation of being the city's "golden boy," but she seemed familiar somehow. She was slightly pale with swept back black hair and pale blue eyes.
While wandering through the club a little later, he came across her again and struck up a conversation. One that was rather concise and to the point, namely do you want to have sex. When she readily agreed, Travis led her out of the club, wrapped an arm around her waist and told her to hang on. He took to the air and touched down on the deck of his "bigger yacht," as opposed to his "big yacht."
In his bedroom, where he has the hidden video cameras set up, Travis had sex with this sensual young girl. And the sex with her was"¦ great. Most girls he'd been with would get angry and leave when he got really "passionate," but this girl let him treat her harshly and didn't say a word. She was almost naturally submissive and really brought out Travis' need for control over the girl he was with. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had no control over his own life. That people expected him to follow in the steps of his parents. That he was expected to form a team. He didn't feel like he had much choice in who he was or the control he had over his own life, so maybe that led him to feel he needed to dominate the girl he had sex with. Travis never put any thought into it. He just did what made him feel good.
When Travis woke in the morning, she was gone, but there was a note lying on the pillow.
Kat. 555-5689.
He smiled and wandered over to the bar. Pouring himself a brandy, Travis pulled on some boxers and went out to watch some television. He was halfway through watching the Bourne Identity when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Dude, where are you?"
"On my yacht. What's up?"
"You have any idea what time it is?"
Travis looked around for a minute and then gave up.
"No."
"It's 11:15. You're supposed to be at practice, remember?"
"Ah shit! I'll be right there."
* * * * * * * *
After practice, Travis and Andrew decided to get a football game together. It was rather late before they could get a good-sized team together but they played until nightfall. The game was called off at that point and because a lot of the opposing team was extremely sore from where Travis went after them full force. By the time the hot dogs were being roasted over the bonfire, most of the guys had paired off with their girlfriends.
Travis watched a few of them making out for a minute before pulling out his cellphone and giving Kat a call.
"Hello?"
"Kat? It's Travis."
"Oh"¦ hey."
"Hey, me and some of the guys are having a bonfire cookout. You want to come over?"
"Uh, I'm"¦ I don't know"¦."
"C'mon, free food. Warm fire. Gorgeous guy. What's wrong with this?"
There was a pause that confused Travis and made him wonder why she was hesitating before she finally agreed.
"Great. My chauffeur will give you a call in a minute here. Let him know where to pick you up."
"Okay."
About thirty minutes later, Travis heard a car pulling up in front of the Ellis home. Flying around to the front of the house, he saw Kat just starting to get out of the limo. Dropping down in front of her, Travis kissed her deeply while running a hand down her back.
"Glad you could make it. Hungry?"
She nodded and smiled up at him. Travis led her to the bonfire where after snagging her a dog from one of the other guys, he sat down against a log and she settled between his legs. About the time Kat finished off her meal, most of the couples had wandered off to find more private locations. Travis motioned for her to get up and after getting to his feet wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Hold on."
Travis took to the air and Kat clung to him for dear life, even to the point that her nails dug into his shoulders. A few minutes later, Travis touched down beside the outdoor pool on top of the King's Crown and just beside his suite.
"You"¦ own this place too?"
"Yeah. This is sort of my"¦ get-away-from-the-world home." He punched in the security code and opened the sliding glass door.
"Like it?"
She looked around at the gigantic living area, complete with its wet bar, four plasma televisions, multiple speakers connected to the sound system, chandeliers, plush sofas and love seats. It was like nothing Kat had ever seen. Her entire home could fit into this one room.
"Wow."
Travis smiled and took a seat on the U-shaped sofa facing one of the televisions. He looked up at Kat and decided to see if she would do as he wished.
"Why don't you fix both of us a drink?"
She hesitated for only a second before nodding and heading to the wet bar. Travis smiled and placed his hands behind his head, very pleased with his new toy.
"What do you want?"
Travis' eyes roamed over her body as his grin widened. "Hmm"¦ I can think of a few things I want."
She smiled. "To drink."
"Vodka Tonic."
Kat turned back to the bar and poured out some vodka and tonic water. She came back over to Travis a couple minutes later with two glasses of Vodka Tonic. She handed him a glass and then looked uncertain of what she should do next. Travis took the glass and patted the cushion beside him. Kat sat down on the sofa, tucked her feet up under her and leaned against Travis. Travis took a sip from his glass and found it to his liking.
"Tastes good. Where'd you learn to make drinks?"
"My mom was an alcoholic."
"Had you make drinks for her?"
Kat nodded and laid her head against his chest. Travis looked down at her and then finished off his drink. He set his glass down and then laid a hand on her head, pushing her down towards his crotch.
"Yeah. Enough talking."
* * * * * * * *
The next week went fairly routinely for Travis. He went to school. He hung out with Andrew. By the time the weekend rolled around, Travis was looking forward to going clubbing and possibly seeing Kat again. Instead of going to his usual haunts, Travis decided to head into the rougher part of town, Northside, and to the club Five & a Half. It had been a fairly rough week and he was looking to blow off a little steam. Namely, getting into a fight.
Travis bought a beer at the bar and then took a seat at one of the tables. He scanned the crowd as he downed his beer, looking for suitable prey. He was halfway through his drink when someone caught his eye. It was Kat. And she was dancing with a fairly large black guy wearing gang colors. Travis grinned and finished the rest of the beer. Leaving it on the table, he made his way through the crowd. At times gently moving people aside. At others, roughly. When he finally came up behind the guy, Travis pushed him aside and took Kat's hand.
"Fuck off! She's with me."
The guy gave Travis his most withering gaze to which the younger man just smirked.
"Fuck you, punk!"
He shoved the kid back and gave Travis all the incentive he needed. Travis let go of Kat's hand and swung at the man's face, breaking his jaw. Kat grabbed Travis' hand and tried to drag him away. Travis looked back and forth between Kat and the guy lying on the ground with his friends gathered round. He saw the pleading look in her eyes and followed Kat out of the bar. As soon as she dragged him past the door, Kat turned around and kissed Travis passionately. Travis wrapped his arms around her and lifted off the ground, still kissing her. He was well off the ground and out of sight by the time the gang members came storming out of the club, guns in hand.
Travis flew them up to the green house on the top of the Transworld Tower, the largest building in the city. He landed them on the catwalk above the plants and never let his hands leave her body. Travis undressed her and used Kat's shirt to bind her hands to the railing above her head. She said nothing and let Travis have his way with her. When he got rough with her, she whimpered and cried, but said nothing. When he was done with her, Travis got dressed and waited for Kat to finish before picking her up and taking off. He touched down a couple minutes later at his penthouse suite and took her inside. Plopping down on the sofa, Travis looked up at Kat.
"Put on some music."
Kat wandered over to the stereo and started looking through his CDs.
"What do you want to hear?"
"How "˜bout put on Pink's album."
Kat did as ordered and started to walk back over to Travis. Before she reached him, Travis held up a hand.
"Dance for me."
Kat shifted uncomfortably for a moment before awkwardly doing as he said. As the music picked up, she began to gyrate more and flow with the music. As her show began to heat up, so did Travis' body. Kat could see the effect she was having on him and delighted in being able to have a small amount of power over him. Her natural inclination was to give herself completely to the guy she was with. Let him control her. Tell her what to do.
The show she put on for Travis quickly took away what little self-control he possessed. Travis rose, picked up Kat and took her to his bedroom.
* * * * * * * *
The next morning, while Kat was still asleep, Travis got on his cell phone and called his personal assistant.
"Yes sir?"
"I'm going to need some names for a new superhero team. Give me a number of possibilities. Also, I'm going to need a costume, so get a fashion designer to work on something for me."
"Yes sir, we'll get right on it."
Travis hanged up and went to take a shower. When he came back to his bedroom, Kat was gone.