Crimson

Crimson Ch.1

I walk into the bar. My body immediately stares to sway to the music, the relaxing strip show music I am used to. I go and sit down at the only empty bar stool. The place was packed tonight, as would be expected. Its Friday night, and Shannon was on. Everyone comes to watch Shannon. The place smells like cigarettes, tequila and lime, and female perspiration. The girl next to me is wearing a crushed blue velvet mini dress, and her blond angel’s hair fell straight down below her shoulders. I remember her. She was here last week,tagetage; her name was…what was it? There are so many girls, it’s hard to keep track, and as I am trying to remember her name, she spins in her stool and looks at me.

“Hey Crimson, I just want to thank you again for getting me the job here, I am onstage tomorrow, I can see the banners now ‘Miss Carrie Caress, Lysa’s Lezzy Line-up at 11’.

“Its no problem (Thank God she mentioned her name), Carrie, you deserve to be here, you are the one who made it here, and this far, (My line to new newcomers). You already have a drink?”

“Uh, no, you offering? Because that would be great, I’ll have whatever you’re having. God, I cannot wait till Shannon comes on”

And as soon as Carrie spoke the words, out comes Shannon, in a green, sparkly cowgirl ensemble that looked to be three sizes too small. She does look hot in that, thank God I told her that green was her color. They match her eyes. And then there was the fact that she was 6”3’, and a double D. Ya. Irish all right. Wow. I turn to my right and see who is sitting there.

“Pixie, what a… surprise, seeing you here…”

“Oh. Crimson. Hi. Ya, I uh, well, I came to watch my new girlfriend” As I was trying to think who she could be talking about, she nods up on stage.

“Shannon…” My voice trailing off in disbelief.

“Oh, well, its really nothing, well actually, that would be a lie, you know all about that topic don’t you Crimson.”

“Jesus, get over it, you knohavehave the right to kick you out of this bar, as I co-own it, and I am the manager. Don’t piss me off Pix. Plus you wouldn’t want your new lover’s job suddenly disappear out from under her, would you?”

“What! You wouldn’t do that. Any of it, and why did you call me Pix? You haven’t called me that since…whatever. I’ll be gone soon, as I am only here to watch Shannon.”

“O.k. fine.”
I watch Pixie go as she stands up, grabs her martini, and heads over to wait by the stage. I feel, I don’t know how I feel. I don’t feel violated, I feel hot and bothered. Jealous? Me jealous because Pixie is going with Shannon, and I am alone? Yup. I ask for two shots of Tequila, which for me are always free, and give one to Carrie.

“Thanks Crimson, if you don’t mind me asking, what just happened between you and that girl?”

“That’s Shannon’s bitch.”

“Really? How do you know her?”

“She used to be mine.”

“Oh. Umm, I’m sorry?”

“No, yur not, cuz she’s a bitch and and that’s all she’ll ever be.”
I said that while downing my Tequila and the burning sensation in my throat is doubled by the burning sensation in my eyes. Why the hell is this bothering me so much?

“I gotta get outa here, I’ll see you on Thursday night Carrie, keep practicing your encore.”

“O.k., Later Crim. Wait, you want my number, just in case you need to, uh, talk?”
Slight half-hearted hesitation on my part. “Actually, that would be great.”
She pulls a slip of paper outher her furry pink handbag, and writes her number with a pink gel pen. She neatly folds the paper in half and slips it into my hand, lingering one-second too long and making eye contact. That’s the cue.

I left and went to my silver 2000 eclipse. I got in a sped away at 90. Why, is all I can think. Why, is all I know. Where did I go wrong? I end up at my apartment in Manhattan. On lower Cliff. What should I do? I go upstairs and head straight to the kitchen and get myself a Corona. Fuck this shit I say. Fuck it all. I pick up the phone and call Carrie’s mobile number. She answers. She sais says she’ll be over in 10.

She comes in and we’re done in less than an hour. I couldn’t dare kiss her. She was bothered by that I think. I felt like I was using her, and for some reason I felt bad. She was really into me, like everyone else, but she really was trying to please me, so I didn’t mind. She tongue fucked me like something haven’t felt in quite a while. Afterut aut an hour I send her home though, and I don’t feel any better. All I want is Pixie, and nothing is going to change that. I go to the fridge and I pull out another Corona. Why is this my life? It’s not fair, I can have just about anyone in the world, and the one I want, I can’t have.

I decide to do some work. I head to the office and I pull out my folder of girls. I have to review who makes the cut, to get to work at my bar, and who gets the boot. Cindy k, ak, and Baby Burmese, there is Candy Rose, and Michelle Nevada. How about lovely Miss Dani Glides or Pettra Pink? So many girls who want to work for me. Who want to fuck for me. So many girls. But only one that I want.

I worked on the portfolios until about midnight. I only knew it was then because the clock in hall chimed and Mr. Mathers my kitten screeched in alarm. I go into the bathroom, wash my face, and take a piss. Why is it that I can never be with someone when I go to bed? I always go to bed alone. Jesus, how pathetic am I? I am 29 years old, and I am all alone.
*beep, beep* *smash* Smacking the alarm clock, I get up with a jump. It’s Thursday. The bar, although co-owned by me, doesn’t give me enough money to live my extravagant lifestyle, so I get up and jump into my eclipse and race off to Frozen Time.
I am the manager of Frozen Time, and all I do is take photos of nearly naked models, young children raised to believe that the world owes them everything, and professional sports teams. I arrive at 7 AM, for my first shoot. A young girl, 8 or 9 years old, beauty pageant winner, blonde, cute, FAKE. In addition, the mother was totally appalled that I wanted the background to be blue, Jesus, why didn’t I realize that the blue in the background was a shade lighter that her eyes? I mean come on. But I did the job well, got overpaid, because they all consider me the best in the area, and I was all right with the whole deal. No one told me who the next victim of my work is. Damn it. I go to check.
As I open the door, there standing, wearing nothing but a crimson push up bra, and a black leather micro-mini, was none other than Pixie.

“O.k. You don’t look so surprised to see me,” remarked Crimson “did you arrange to have me do this? 6 head shots, 14 full body poses, 5 nude, and a detailed close-up?” I said as I checked the clipboard hanging from the door.

“Actually, Crim, I did. I knew you were the best’s t’s for my new agency. Well, some of the pix are for Shannon. You don’t feel too uncomfortable about this, do you? This could potentially be a little awkward. I know your partner Jack-o-leen does this stuff too, I can go talk to her.”

“Awkward? I don’t think so.” I just think about the hundreds of roles of film I have of her, covered in silk, or whipped cream, or me. “You know, I could give Shannon some of the pictures I have of you…”

“Uh, that’s really o.k. Crimson, lets just get this over with,” she says quickly.

“Fine, follow me.” I take her into the back room, the one all the way in the back of the studio. I am shaking, for someone who’s as cool natured as me, this is surprising. I open the door and usher her in, like the first time I ushered her into my bedroom.

“You, uh, working with what company?” I ask her already setting up the large machinery.

“Nouvelle Natrice, it’s a France based company, with studios all over, you heard of it?”

“Yes, I have heard of it, you have to remember that I know everyone in the field. In fact, I met Natrice and her husband last year at this fab gala ball.”

“Oh. Right. Lets, start, ok?”
She heads over to the white bed that we use for models. She layes down. Her legs up, and she spreads them.

That was the end of me, but only just the beginning. She is very obviously wearing no panties at all, and I could see her warm pussy lips quivering. I head over to the camera and I take the first pic, her own hands fondeling her huge, supple breasts over her red bra. And also the creamy white of her thighs with droplets of heated perspiration, reflect off the camera. After I take about 20 shots of her open legs, and tight pussy, I decide its time to switch things around.

“Pix, you think you could get on you hands and knees for a bit?”

“Mmmmmmm,” she moans in reply. She hikes her already too-short skirt up, and gets herself into a cat position. With her ass towards the camera, she sticks her butt into the air, and spreads her legs a bit more. Her entire glistening pussy is exposed, and her tight pink ass hole is just there, waiting, for me.

“Would you be more comfortable if you took off your bra? Pix, it would make, uh, the pictures, more sexual.”

“Oh, all right, uh, you wanna help me with it? You’re the boss, remember? I am paying you.”

“Mm, right, no prob,” With trembling fingers, like the first time I ever unhd hed her bra, I unclasped it.

After I let her perfect, round and supple breasts fall free, we made eye contact. We both obviously had the exact thought going through our heads, “Should we really be doing this?” However, Pixie actually voiced the query.

“Crim, uhhhhh, should we really, uhhhh,?”

“I’m game, Pixie, I still, uh, shit, what am I saying? God damn it Pix. I want you, and you know it. I never stopped my feelings for you. And also, from the way that we’re both shaking, and by me seeing how wet you are, I have a feeling you didn’t either.”
With that she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into hers. She pressed her mouth to mine and ground her plump red lips into my lips. It was like the first time we ever kissed.

“God. Crim. You are too right. You wanna just pretend like nothing happened and we can go on doing this? We can forget our rough past.”

“You can forgive me? Well, then I will forgive you. I promise I will never cheat again, I have changed, you know.”

“Don’t worry about the cheating, I was doing it too…” she says giggling, her naked tits bouncing.

“What! …Ok Pixie. We’ll forget about it. Have you stopped with the meth, the ‘Crystal meth’ that is you drug of choice, right?”

“Yes sir that was my D of C, but I am clean, even your tongue could tell you that. Crim, I can’t take much more of this interrogation, I want you. Right now”

“Yes Mam”. I say, and I grab her wrist and we run to my office in the back of the studio.
As soon as we get back there, passing a few clients, with strange looks on their faces, I throw her onto my couch. I go behind my solid mahogany desk, to my silver, metal file cabinet, and unlock it.
Inside: my stash of vibrators, and a few random rolls of film. I disregard the film, and grab my two favs, the 10 inch pink one and my black beauty.


“Wait, before we do this Pixie, I just wanna know one thing, ok?”

“ah, shoot, but make it quick, I miss your ah, “gentle” touch”

“I was right, wasn’t I, about Shannon being a bitch, and you just trying to make me jealous with her?”

“Yes, I was using her, and no she’s not a bitch, she was actually really quite good at giving me oral pleasure…” Pixie says this while lifting an eyebrow, relishing every second before my near-instant reaction.

“Really? She’s that good? Maybe you should leave then…” I say sardonically.

“Crimson, you are absolutely the greatest tongue ravisher in the world and no one could possibly beat you in that. But you know what, its been soooo long since I felt your long perfect tongue between my perfect pussy lips, that I am starting to forget what it felt like, do you think you could remind me?”

“oh yes, I think I would be able to.”...

*************Should I add more guys?