Thursday, May 27, 2010

17. Kinky

Ok, sorry this is late! But better late then never, right? Anyway, I'm gonna try to get another update done tomorrow... but I work tomorrow night and then I'm leaving for Moncton for saturday and sunday. I doubt I'll get anything done then, but I should have something up either late sunday or sometime monday!
Sorry about leaving you guys hanging but I promise some good things are on the way =D!


Oh, I also didn't proof this... sorry lol


Brooks had spent the last few days trying to be home as little as possible. It wasn’t just the fact that he hated Denise either, he had noticed that Mike and her were in one of their strange moments - the kind where they tip-toed around each other enough that they could both pretend everything was ok.
It was a time-bomb waiting to happen.
Any minute of any day, anything could happen that would set Denise off… and Brooks didn’t want to be there when that shit hit the fan.

Plus, he had seen the egg timer on Mike’s bedside table and, well, he knew enough to give them some alone time.

He’d spent his time bouncing back and forth between the local park and the rink. When Emily was available to watch Cosmo, he’d hit up the optional practices, in the hopes of maybe improving his point total for the season. Unfortunately, come Wednesday morning, Emily wasn’t accessible to watch Cosmo for him, so Brooks decided to spend the morning at home.
He was deeply joyful when he found out that Denise was also leaving that day, something he tried to hide from a moderately depressed looking Mike.

He could hear them talking behind Mike’s bedroom door, and it took all his willpower not to press an empty glass against the wood and try to listen in. He wasn’t really that nosy, he was just extremely bored, with nothing better to do since Cosmo was napping.
As if a higher power was trying to protect Mike’s privacy, the phone rang and Brooks moved out of the hallway and into the kitchen to answer it. “Hello?”

“Brooks! Hi… it’s Emily.” She said in a rush, sounding out of breath and stressed out. “Listen, remember when I told you I was gonna be gone for the night for business?” Brooks nodded to himself, instinctively bringing his hand up to his stomach in an attempt to keep the sickening feeling from spreading. “Well I think I forgot to lock the door… will you just… could you lock it for me? Don’t go inside, just lock it?”

“Yah-”

“Seriously. Do NOT go inside and start snooping through my shit, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Brooks?”

“I said ‘Ok’!” He huffed, half-wondering if she had just somehow seen his laps in willpower.

Emily sighed ran her hand over her face. “Alright, thank you.” She said, adding the last part half-heartedly.
They said their goodbyes and got off the phone. Brooks hung the receiver back up onto the wall and headed out into the hallway.

He laughed out loud as he got closer to the door, realizing that not only had she forgotten to lock it, but she’d forgotten to shut it.
He pushed the door open and reached his hand around it, turning the lock on the handle until it clicked. He moved to close it but he stopped himself, holding his breath as he pushed it open slightly; then fully.

The apartment was immaculately clean, freakishly so. It looked like something from the cover of a magazine, to the point that Brooks felt awkward even standing in the front entrance way.
He cleared his throat and looked out back over his shoulder into the deserted hallway. “Hello?” He called into the spotless space, for good measure.

Nobody answered and Brooks took a few steps in, stepping on the balls of his feet as lightly as possible. He thought that there was a good chance her floor was so clean that she’d be able to see his footprints on it, but when he looked back he saw nothing.
Breathing a sigh of relief he moved further into the apartment, looking for… well, whatever.

The entire place was impersonal. There were no pictures of people and no distinguishing factors. The walls were all white and the furniture was too; the decorations were dark red and black accents, none of them anything special.
Clicking his tongue at his failed attempt at creeping, Brooks turned back around and headed towards the door.

He stopped in front of the hallway, glancing down it. It was almost eerie, looking at it from that direction. Emily’s apartment - architecturally - was the complete opposite of Brooks and Mike’s. It had all the same mouldings and set-up, but it was ass backwards. Of course that wasn’t what caught Brooks’ attention…

He moved off down the hallway until he came to a stop outside the one door that was holding his interest. It was almost closed completely, minus the black thing that was holding it opened, squeezed in-between the door and the door frame.
Brooks pushed the door open and picked up the thin, sheer material, turning it over in his hands. He finally held it up in front of himself and looked at it the proper way, realizing it for what it was - a see-through, black, lace bra.

His mouth dropped open and he couldn’t help but feel his breathing get heavier and quicker. He dropped his hand down to the side, but didn’t let go of the undergarment as he stepped into the room.

Emily’s room was the complete opposite of the rest of her apartment. It was cluttered and unorganized, dark and full of personal artefacts.
There were pictures of her as a young adult in college and a few with her and other girls, all squeezed in together and smiling for the camera.
But that wasn’t even what held Brooks’ attention the most.

The bed was centered in the middle of the room and was covered in black silk sheets and a cheetah print throw. The headboard was large and dark, and had two long poles on each side, offset by a pair of metal handcuffs hanging from each side.
Unable to help himself, Brooks leaned closer to examine the metal cuffs, tugging on one of them to see whether or not they were real; they were. He also noticed the way they’d been warn into the wood of the headboard, leaving the wood underneath exposed.

Brooks turned and knocked his leg on the bedside table. It was sheer, driven curiosity that caused him to reach down, with the intent to pull open the drawer. He stopped short though, instead turning his head to the side and grabbing at the things that were littering the floor.
With the scoop of a single, large hand, he managed to obtain an extremely high, red stiletto, a pair of black fishnets, a skimpy green g-string, and a candy garter belt. “Holy hell.” He mumbled, holding his booty tight against his chest and running back out of Emily’s apartment.

Without thinking he kicked the door of his apartment open and ran down the hall, slamming his shoulder into Mike’s bedroom door and letting himself in. “Mike!” He yelled, not caring at all that his room-mate was currently wrapped up in a blanket with his girlfriend.

Brooks dove onto the bed in between them and shoved Denise out of the way. “Move Dennis! This is important.”

“Mike! He just-”

“Woah! What’s that?!” Mike yelled, cutting off Denise’s complaint and grabbing the fishnets out of Brooks’ hand.

“It’s the fucking mother load buddy! Her whole room is filled, FILLED with this kinda stuff. It’s everywhere… it’s like… my room… only like, if I was a girl…” Brooks tried to explain, dropping his arms down and releasing all of Emily’s things onto the bed.
Mike sat up, excitedly pawing through the different things before looking up at Brooks.

“Holy shit! She’s a freak like you! Candy under-wear-garmet-string-thing? You love underwear and you love candy… and strings! You’re soul mates.”

Denise exhaled loudly and tugged on the blanket until Brooks moved off it and let her go. She wrapped it around her body and started to walk away from the bed. “I’ll get dressed in the bathroom…”

“This is insane!”

“I know… I just… I mean… do you think she’s really into it or do you think she just does it for work?”

Mike shrugged and contemplated putting one of the candies in his mouth. “I don’t know but, we need to find out.” He suggested, looking up at Brooks as if to prove how serious he was.

“How though?” Brooks asked, his mind still reeling from all the endless possibilities.

Mike shrugged again and pushed himself out of the bed, covering his nakedness with a pair of boxers and jeans. “We should go back and see what else is there…”

“Do you think that’s morally wrong?” Brooks asked, but the answer didn’t matter, he was already following Mike out towards the living room.

“I don’t know but, we’re gonna do it anyway.” Brooks smiled at the fact that Mike was on the same wavelength as him, as they headed down the hallway.
Something in the back of his mind was nagging at him, mostly the idea that all of these things were props, used for her to entertain other men, but he pushed that aside. The mental images of her in these things was setting his thoughts into another direction entirely.


It wasn’t until Mike was sitting cross-legged on Emily’s floor with a pocket vibrater in his hand that he realized two things. One, he was holding a vibrater in his hand, and two, he’d just left Denise alone, and she was probably gone now. “Hey Brooks?” He called, glancing over his shoulder as Brooks appeared from Emily’s closet holding up a complete ’sexy cop’ outfit on a hanger. “How do you just do this kind of stuff with a girl? Do you just tell her it’s gonna happen, or do you just do it?”

“Why? You thinking of livening up your sex life with Denise?”

Mike snorted, looking away to hide the deep blush that was spreading across his cheeks. “No. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it so it’s not like I have to… you know… “ He sighed, dropping the tiny silver vibrator onto the floor and leaning his head back against Emily’s bed. “I just don’t know what to do!!” He whined, loudly. “I take off her clothing, poke her with my finger till it’s wet, then I put my dick in… what more does she want from me?!” He sighed and pulled himself up, until he could flop face first onto the bed. “I just don’t want to get all fuckin’ wild and go too far…”

Brooks started to laugh and Mike snapped his head up as he reappeared from inside the closet. In one hand he was holding a large pink dildo, in the other he had a ball gag, dangling from his index finger. “Let me explain how this works to you buddy…” He grinned, directing his sheepish gaze at Mike. “When you think you’ve gone too far… you haven’t even scratched the surface.”

11 comments:

  1. Hahahaha!!!

    Oh Mike... you're an idiot.

    Bad Brooks, she told you not to go in there! She's going to be so upset when she finds out! And you know she's going to find out*

    Can't wait!!!

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  2. Okay, okay, so when I got to this line, I thought it was the best ever: “Holy shit! She’s a freak like you! Candy under-wear-garmet-string-thing? You love underwear and you love candy… and strings! You’re soul mates.”

    But then I came to this, and it may have topped that: “I take off her clothing, poke her with my finger till it’s wet, then I put my dick in… what more does she want from me?!” Oh, bahahaha. Amazing.

    Okay, so, um, Brooks should not be trusted with anything private. All he had to do was lock the door, and instead, he rifles through her stuff. AND THEN brings Mike over to look through it, too. Sigh. Ugh, and that Brooks barged in on Mike and Denise. So wrong. SO WRONG. At least, you know, ONE of them was clothed.

    “When you think you’ve gone too far… you haven’t even scratched the surface.” Okay, I'm gonna say it--I like the way Brooks thinks. <3 Another great one, Zigh! And you say good things are coming?! Even better!

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  3. OMG, hahahahah, Mike and Brooks are such creeps! Poor Emily... and who knew she was such a freak. oh my gosh, hahahah.

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  4. Emily is way too in charge to be just a hooker, my guess would be dominatrix. And where would that leave Brooks?

    Emily's only mistake, telling Brooks not to mess with her stuff, three times. Who could resist after that?

    Crazy fun as always!

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  5. I was sure Emily was going to be standing behind her door, waiting to see if she could trust Brooks. If all he did was reach around and lock the door he passed. Good thing I was wrong becaused he failed big time!

    These guys have boundary issues! In the first chapter Mike walks in on Brooks having sex to get his PJs. Now Brooks walks in on Mike and Denise and pushes her out of the way to show him the mother lode.

    "Holy shit! She’s a freak like you! Candy under-wear-garmet-string-thing? You love underwear and you love candy… and strings! You’re soul mates.”
    Oh it's love at first candy garter belt. How sweet. This can be their "meet cute" story ;)

    The whole thing was so funny!!

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  6. What the hell is going on!??! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

    I can't even right now... I don't even know what to say. This was hilarious! And at a few moments I pictured Brooks as 19-yo mohawk Brooks. hahahaha. But that was just... weird.

    Oh goodness Zigh... you got me completely hooked. Have fun in Moncton! I'll be waiting patiently :P

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  7. HAHAHAHA
    Wow Emily. Wow.

    Why do I have a feeling that she's gonna walk in on those two fools sitting on her bedroom floor?
    And where is Cosmo!?

    Psssst. Have fun in Moncton. Hope you have good weather!!

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  8. I absolutely love this story....so worth the wait

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  9. LOL Emily is going to freak when she finds out they were in her place.
    She will find out b/c Mike won't be able to hide it.

    Could she be a sex therapist?

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  10. Pretty sure I died of laughter and now I'm writing this from the afterlife. TOO FUCKING FUNNY! :D

    Holy hell! What in God's name is going on?! I can't believe Emily had all that sex stuff in her room. That's insane! I agree with the boys, is she doing it just for her job? Or is she really into things like that? Either way I can't wait to find out!

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  11. the impersonal apartment, the stark white walls giving off the impression that Emily is this innocent creature when her room (and I love the description of this) completely contrasts with the cheetah print bedding and the poles and the sex toys...

    I laughed when Brooks yelled at "Dennis." These two are a handful - now I'm wondering if Emily is going to come back and interrupt all of this??? Hmmm...

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