Role Reversals
Author: Jennifer
Notes: Rath/Michael. If slash disturbs you, go away! :) This is a sorta reply to Melissa's challenge, though I came up with the idea before she sent the
challenge. ;) Melissa, this is dedicated to you, for all the fun blow job things you told me to do in this. LOL...thanks! This is a sorta-sequel to mine and Melissa's fic "Four Hands Are Better Than Two" ...This is straight PWP, NC-17, gee, so if you want plot, go elsewhere for it!
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Maria unlocked Michael's door, a smile on her face. Not only had Michael given
her keys to his apartment, he had also told her to come around anytime she felt
like it. He was getting mighty sweet and it was just wonderful. Of course, Rath
was also living with him, since Lonnie had tried to kill him. That tended to
put a damper on a relationship.
So anyway, she prayed Rath wasn't there...sure, she could handle him, but ever
since that little agreement they had made after their cybe smut session, he was
just looking for any opportunity to jump her. Not like Michael wasn't doing the
same...but they were both mighty territorial.
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It didn't look like either of them were home...she dropped her purse beside the
door and tossed her coat on the couch. Michael's apartment was actually pretty
clean, and she wondered which of the two aliens was the clean freak...
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She placed her bets on Michael.
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Noticing that his bedroom door was open, she walked over, just to peek in.
Maybe he was asleep. Either "he" would work...she glanced in.
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And nearly fainted from shock.
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Rath was leaning back against the headboard, legs spread and arms behind his
head. He looked royal...like a king. A naked king, that is. And...Michael was
on his knees, in between Rath's legs, his strong arms tied behind him, a black
blindfold secured over his eyes...and he was naked.
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Maria was more than a little shocked to see their position. She'd figured Rath
had kinky sexual tendencies-- he'd played them out with her several times.
She'd just never imagined them to be THIS kinky.
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And the weird thing was, she wanted to see more.
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Her eyes travelled over Michael's back, and then back to Rath. She couldn't
move. She was stuck in the doorway, quiet as a mouse. If she kept quiet, maybe
they wouldn't see her...
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Suddenly, Michael seemed to sense her presence, and turned his head in her
direction. She could feel his eyes even through the blindfold.
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"Maria?"
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Rath glanced at her for only a moment, and then turned back to Michael. She
watched, transfixed, as he moved his hand up to Michael's hip, and then slapped
his ass hard. Maria gasped, and gripped the doorway.
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"I told you not to talk unless I said to, whore," he growled out, and then
smirked at her. "Come 'ere, Maria."
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Slowly, her feet began to move, and she found herself by the bed, staring at
Michael's shoulder.
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"You seem surprised that your little boyfriend here's all tied up...you didn't
think Rathy was strictly for the ladies, did ya babycakes?" He pulled her
forward, beside him, and wrapped his arm around the back of her neck. "The fun
just started, babe. You're gonna watch, aren't ya?"
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Rath grabbed something beside him and held it up for her inspection. It was a
whip. Maria's eyes widened-- even more so than they were already-- and she
shook her head.
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"What? You think Mikey here can't handle this? Come on, he agreed to get tied
up by me, so I think he can handle a little pain. Right, whore?"
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Michael responded shortly, "Yes. Don't...worry, Maria..."
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Rath laughed and pulled Michael forward by his waist. Maria watched as
Michael's erection seemed to grow even harder, and she licked her lips.
Suddenly, the end of the whip Rath was holding was dangling over Michael's
dick, and the blindfolded alien seemed to feel the air change around him. His
teeth gritted, but his hips thrust forward, almost unconsciously.
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"Oh Michael..." Rath singsonged, "...tell me what you want, slut. Tell Maria
what you want me to do to you."
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"Shit...Rath, touch me..." Maria felt her insides turn to jelly hearing him
beg...it was so fucking hot.
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"Sounds about right," Rath said, and let the whip lick up Michael's hardness.
Michael hissed, and his muscles flexed as he tried to move his arms. Rath
pulled the whip back and lashed it forward, just hard enough to graze Michael's
skin. And it did, mere inches from his throbbing erection. Maria winced, but
Michael seemed to like it...
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The whip flew forward again, and it ran down Michael's bare chest. He moaned
and arched his back. Maria's hand moved forward, and she wanted to touch him so
badly...Rath nodded, and she lightly ran her fingers over his abs. Michael bit
his lip and cocked his head.
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"Get behind him, doll," Rath ordered her, and she crawled around Michael. His
fingers wiggled, and she grinned and touched her hand to his.
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Rath reached around them and touched her shoulder. She felt her clothes melt
away, and shivered.
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"Now hold on to him...wrap those little legs around him, let him feel you."
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She hitched herself up on his back, hooking her legs up on his side. Her clit
rubbed into his back, and he groaned along with her. She gripped his shoulders,
and kissed the skin behind his ear.
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"Perfect."
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Suddenly, Maria felt Michael arch into her, and his hands grabbed at her as
much as they could. She looked over his shoulder and gasped. Rath's mouth was
over Michael's erection, and he was thrusting into the punk's mouth. Maria was
transfixed by the action, but she let herself slide down far enough so that
Michael's fingers barely played over her slit. She cooed into his hair.
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"SHIT Rath...oh shit," Michael cried and his hips bucked wildly. Rath looked up
briefly, and Maria could see the glint in his eyes. It made her shiver.
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Michael was gone. His thoughts were blurred and jumbled...being pressed between
Maria and Rath was heaven...he didn't know at first why he had let Rath
overpower him...but now he knew. He MORE than knew.
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Suddenly Rath's teeth closed around his shaft, and his world exploded into
Rath-colored shards. He came hard and fast, not even understanding what his
vocal cords released as words.
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"Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Maria's voice permeated through his haze, and the
knowledge that she was just as turned on made it EVEN better. He nearly
collapsed, but Rath moved up and held him there. Then his pierced lips were
pressed to Michael's smooth ones, and he sighed.
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Rath's hands tangled in Michael's hair, and Michael darted his tongue out. He
could taste himself...he moaned and Rath bit his tongue, then thrust his own
tongue into Michael's mouth.
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Michael sucked in a breath when Rath pulled away. The blindfold fell off and
their eyes met, and Rath smirked.
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"Time for more fun. Get the girl off your back, first."
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Maria sighed behind him and moved away from him. He bit back a groan of
frustration. Rath pulled Maria beside him and whispered in her ear. Michael
strained to hear what was said.
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Before he could catch anything, though, Rath turned to him, grinned, and said,
"On your back, whore. Pussy here is gonna tie you down so we can commence with
the fucking."
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Michael moved to lay back, but Maria quickly untied his wrists, so he didn't
break them. Resting on his back, he stared up at the ceiling as Maria tied his
hands to the posts with infuriating delicacy. It took everything in him not to
throw her down and have at her...her and Rath, the both of them...at once.
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Rath was tying his feet to the bedposts, and rubbing the them at the same
time...it was so gentle, like Maria was touching him. Only the occasional
squared nail digging into his skin reminded him that it wasn't Maria.
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When they were done, Maria moved to his side, resting one hand on his chest.
Rath moved up by his shoulders and settled one knee on either side of his head.
Michael kept his eyes on the other guy's erection, and Rath grinned.
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"Mikey wants to suck some dick...someone's a slut, eh Maria?"
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Maria smiled and pinched Michael's nipple between her fingers, and he moaned
loudly. Rath moved closer to him.
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"Open up, bitch," he ordered.
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Michael did as told, and Rath lowered into his mouth. He almost choked on his
much larger than average counterpart-- would that be considered vanity?-- but
he closed his lips around him and swirled his tongue over the hardened flesh.
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Above him, Rath groaned loudly and thrust down into his mouth, as Maria
watched. She kept her hands on Michael's chest, and occasionally she would
flick her nails over his nipples. Presently, Rath grabbed Michael's head as he
pumped into the hot cavern of his mouth.
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Growling, the heavily pierced and tattooed clone cried out for release.
Michael's tongue and lips and teeth...they were addictive.
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Suddenly his prayers-- if they could be called that-- came true and Michael
took him in deeper, nearly choking himself...but not. Wouldn't do to kill the
boy.
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And then Michael's teeth closed around the base of his cock and Rath came.
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"SHIT, Michael! FUCK, fuck, fuck! FUCK!"
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He spilled his seed into Michael's mouth, and was satisfied to discover that,
like Maria, Michael swallowed.
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Pulling away, he collapsed on Michael's other side, chest heaving. He looked
over at Maria and grinned.
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"Betcha didn't know your boy toy was so good at that, huh?"
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Maria giggled and pressed a light kiss to Michael's chest. Rath's eyes glazed
as he watched her lips lift from Michael's chest, leaving a heart-shaped mark
in the sweat that sheened the other alien's bare skin.
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The young man in question was laying there, swallowing and letting his eyes
drift close. Rath licked his lips and played his hand down Michael's torso.
Diving his fingers into the coarse hair, he trailed a finger up his hard shaft.
Michael bucked upwards and Rath sighed happily. He was SO good.
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Maria moved down with him, as he had told her to before, and pushed Michael's
hips into the bed, causing Michael to grunt.
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"Time for a little math, kids..." Rath switched positions so that his knees
were once again on either side of Michael's head. Only...he was facing
Michael's feet...
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"Two fucking hot aliens, plus one surprisingly strong human bitch, equals my
favorite number. Can you say it with me? Sixty-nine, baby."
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Maria gasped as Rath kissed the tip of Michael's straining erection, and
watched in awe as Michael did the same to Rath. Then they moved together and
the both of them were going...down?...on each other.
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She bit back a moan, and moved her hand down to the juncture of her legs.
Watching Michael beneath Rath, and hearing the both of them moan and growl at
each other...was making her unbelievably hot.
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Rath flexed the muscles of his thighs, causing Michael to groan and thrust
upwards even harder. Maria parted her lower lips and bit her tongue. Rath's
hands were gripping Michael's hips and they seemed to move in tandem, like a
living Greek statue. Maria pulled at her clit and moaned, breathing in the
scent of the two men and their coupling. It smelled like sweat and salt and
other strong elements...it made her spine collapse and rebuild itself over and
over.
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Michael's arms and legs fought against their bonds, presumably to wrap around
Rath's lean body, to pull him closer. Unable to break free, he instead pushed
himself up; Maria shrieked as she slipped her fingers deep inside of herself.
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She knew that Michael came when she saw him shudder, and Rath's teeth were
bared as he swallowed his come. Michael, in an effort to bring Rath down with
him, did the same thing, gnashing HIS teeth down Rath's dick. Rath pulled away
from Michael and cried out.
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"SHIT, shit, shit..."
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It seemed as if he could say nothing else, and instead lifted himself up and
around, and Michael and Rath were kissing again, and Maria was stroking herself
to orgasm. She watched, dazed, as the two boy's tongues fought for dominance--
she doubted anyone would win that one-- and groaned as her she rubbed her
swollen clit.
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When Rath moved away and began sucking away at Michael's exposed neck, taking
the skin in and leaving red marks all over, Maria's inner muscles clenched and
she came, bucking hard against her hand, a wordless gasp escaping her lips.
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She had NO idea she was such a voyeur.
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Rath pulled away from Michael and grinned.
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"Now that was a good time. Whaddya say, whore? You liked that? Your girl sure
did."
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Michael looked over at Maria and smiled when he saw her hand buried inside of
her. She extracted her fingers and leaned over, placing the digits in Michael's
waiting mouth. He suckled them, cleaning her up, and Maria decided that the
best way ever invented to get clean was from Michael's tongue. When he was
done, she pulled away and looked to Rath.
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"Turn him over, baby doll," he moved out of the way as Maria untied Michael
dutifully. The only reaction he seemed to have from what Rath had planned for
him was a slight lifting of an eyebrow, and that made Maria even warmer. Once
he was secured, he turned his head to Maria and winked at her. She giggled.
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"Be a sweet thing and go to the bathroom. There's a brown bag there; go get it."
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Maria hopped off of the bed and walked to the bathroom. She could feel two sets
of eyes on her body, and she made sure to walk as slowly and as seductively as
possible. Grabbing the paper bag from the small sink, she slinked back in and
plopped down on the bed. Rath grabbed it from her hands and grinned
predatoraly.
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She grimaced as Rath climbed on top of Michael, and Rath turned to her.
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"What's the matter, babe?"
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Meeting Michael's eyes, she spoke slowly, "Can you...fit into him? And won't it
hurt?"
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Michael smiled at her and looked behind him to Rath.
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"Don't worry about a thing, bitch. That's why you brought me the goody bag..."
he grabbed it and dumped the contents out. A tube of "Sexual Aide" lube was
before her, and she grabbed it, inspecting it. She liked the show the two men
were putting on, but she didn't want either of them to hurt...
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"Look, you can grease him up for me. You like that, Mikey-boy?"
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"Go ahead Maria," he nodded at her.
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Rath moved partially off of Michael's backside, enough to let Maria join them.
She flipped the cap open and stared at the opening of it, into the murky depths
of the lube hidden within. Rath parted Michael's ass cheeks, causing the boy to
clench his eyes shut. Maria looked to Rath for reassurance, and once she got
it, she moved closer and squeezed out a liberal amount of the lube onto her
finger. At first she pressed her finger to Michael's puckered entrance, but
when Rath growled in her ear, she pushed her fingers fully inside of him,
slicking the passage up for Rath. She heard Michael moan, and she pulled away.
He was ready.
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Rath pushed her up and she sat between Michael's spread arms. He smiled at her,
a tired smiled, but a smile nonetheless. For one second she thought that
Michael had had enough, that he should rest, but then she saw Rath slide slowly
into Michael, and saw the look of pain and pleasure on Michael's face, and she
decided that no, Michael hadn't had enough.
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She wondered if he would EVER have enough.
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Michael growled and bit the worn comforter of his bed. Anything to keep the
words he wanted to use inside of him. Feeling Rath's presence inside of him and
on top of him, as he leaned down and bit the back of Michael's neck, was
filling Michael with a primal urge to escape his bindings and yell at Rath to
ride him as hard as he could. But Rath was going painstakingly slow, as if he
were prolonging the sweet torture.
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He barely felt Maria's hands on his shoulders. The only thing he felt clearly
was Rath stretching him to capacity; Rath pumping into him. The ropes holding
him down cut into his skin, but that too was barely felt.
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He wondered if this was how Maria felt, when she was beneath him and clawing at
the bedsheets, when they had tried bondage. But he had stayed in her warm
pussy, not sure enough to stray from that path. But did Maria even feel a
fraction of what he felt at that moment? If she did, he thanked the gods,
because she must have been truly pleasured in their lovemaking sessions.
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The faint chest hair Rath had seemed to rub into his back, and he struggled to
rub up against him. Rath planted his elbows on Michael's sides, holding him
down as his lips nipped at Michael's neck.
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"Michael...likes to...let it...ride..."
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Rath's voice was straining, like the muscles in Michael's back, and he could
feel the other alien begin to stall inside of him. Michael, too, was quite
close to coming, and he gave up fighting, instead letting Rath hold him down.
Rath's teeth rubbed against Michael's skin and he gasped. Pounding into the bed
as Rath pounded into him, Michael came.
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"Oh FUCK, Rath! RATH!"
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Maria's hands were a stronger presence as Michael relaxed and let Rath explode
inside of him. Her nimble fingers stroked his shoulders and they stopped when
Rath came seconds later. He growled and bit into Michael's skin, and the
expression on Maria's face told him that she liked it. She liked watching them
play rough.
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Rath lay on top of Michael and stroked the other boy's side lazily. "Untie him,
bitch," he said tiredly, and Michael saw Maria smile.
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His hands were freed, and then his feet, and Michael slipped out from under
Rath. Rath moved to grab him but stopped when he saw Michael grab Maria and
pull her closer. Rath wrapped his arms around Michael, to rest on Maria's hips,
and Maria held onto both of them as best she could. Michael stretched out
between them luxuriously, latching onto the both of them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Now that...was better than any porno ever made!" Maria exclaimed, as she
pulled the covers over them, since the air around them was rapidly cooling.
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Michael smirked at Rath and spoke, "How many adult videos you seen, baby?"
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Rath interrupted her before she could speak. "Maybe we should show her what a
real porno is like, huh slut?" Michael nodded and they both turned to Maria.
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"Uh...you guys...it's okay, really..."
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They advanced on her silently.
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"You guys...ooh, guys..." she trailed off as both boys pounced on her.
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//Just another day in the brothel of Roswell, otherwise known as Michael's
apartment// she thought.
The End
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