YourWishMyCommand

Amy stared down at the cryptic message hastily scribbled in JC's familiar script on the back of the 3x5 index card. She crewed in her bottom lip nervously as her eyebrow raised in question.

"What in the hell am I in for this time?"

This wasn't the first time Amy had received a note like this. In an effort to ensure that each sexual experience she and her fiancee shared was as fulfilling and exciting as their first, they created this little game of eroticism at its finest.

Why do many relationships end in unforgivable acts of sexual betrayal? It's simple really. It's the thrill of the unknown....The act of copulation with the only concern being that of your own gratification. You have to be honest with yourself. Although the idea of free love is still as appealing today as it was 30 years ago, fucking strangers night after night isn't as safe as it use to be. As young adults searching for our own sexual identity in the year 2001, unplanned pregnancy isn't the greatest concern. In all truthfulness, there are few pleasures that exceed that of an orgasm, but it's not worth dying for.

While watching the after hours broadcast schedule on Cinemax, she and JC had devised the game. Together they concluded that there are too many locations, positions, and costumes at the rental boutique for sex to ever become boresome, and so it began. Each challenge she was presented with was a little more risque' than the last. Each completion, a revelation of herself. The stakes were often high in this exploration of passion, but the promise of the esctasy to come?... Amy chuckled softly beneath her breath, as she tapped the corner of the cardboard notecard against her chin. The thought of her body spasming uncontrollably as waves of indescribable ecstasy overwhelmed her was reason enough to throw caution to the wind and accept whatever challenges lay ahead. Besides, they never really hurt one another.

Well, not in ways which left any permanent scars.

Amy looked down at the professional skirt and blouse combination her company required she wear and groaned. She glanced at the clock which sat on her desktop and peered at the glowing numbers. 7:15. She didn't have much time. It was at least a 20 minute drive from her house downtown. Shrugging, she retrieved her purse and jacket and headed for the door.

"Let's just hope that JC is in the mood for a little female domination."

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Pulling her white Kia Sportage to a stop, Amy pulled JC's card from her pocket and read the address again. Could this be right? Amy climbed from her jeep and stared up at the flashing neon sign that hung overhead. PLATINUM PLAYMATES flashed pink and blue on the building standing in front of her. The hair on the back of her neck rose as chills ran down her spine.

Amy took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping into the smoke filled room. Pulling her purse tight against her body, she looked around slowly, her eyes opened wide in amazement. Suddenly a voice rang out unexpectedly, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Can I help you!?"

"Um.... I'm looking for Jimmy?..."

"Well you found him."

Amy shifted uncomfortably as he ran his gaze over her, critiquing the body her clothing disguised. She folded her arms protectively over her chest and nodded.

"I'm Amy Glenn. I was told to be here at 8."

Jimmy nodded. "Follow me."

Amy stayed close behind him as Jimmy led her down a long corridor and through a stage door. He opened another door to a small dressing room and motioned her in.

"Everything that you need is here. If you have any questions, give me a call. Good luck tonight."

Closing the door, Amy's eyes scanned the room, pausing on a small white box on the vanity. Making her way to the small dressing table, she lifted the lid and peered inside. Carefully she removed the contents and read the note which lay beside the box.

'Now's your turn on stage.'

Amy raised her hand to her throat and gazed down at the revealing costume before her. Her heart raced with excitement as the roar of the crowd filled her ears. A hundred questions flooded her mind. Could she really do this? Did she honestly have the nerve to expose her body to a room filled with strangers while her boyfriend looked on?

Amy slowly released the buttons of her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. She shivered as the cold air rushed across her body, causing goose pimples to rise on her delicate ivory skin. Quickly she shed the remaining clothing she wore and slipped into the blue satin costume JC had provided. With a nervous smile, Amy ran the palms of her hands down her abdomen and stared critically at her reflection in the full body mirror which hung on the wall.

"Amy Glenn? You're on."

Amy made her way down the dark hallway toward the wings of the stage. The attractive blond who had just performed hurried past her, her hands overflowing with the tips she received during her show. Amy ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Next up, we have a young woman appearing for the first time here at Platinum Playmates. I want everyone to put their hands together for our very own Amy Glenn!"

Amy tossed her hair back over her shoulder and smiled broadly as the opening strains of Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" pulsated through the speakers causing the floor to vibrate beneath her feet. Pushing all of her inhibitions aside, she strode onto the stage confidently, to the sound of a room full of applause.

Adrenaline raced through her body as she danced, incorporating 9 years of training into her performance. She smiled again, wondering what her parents would thing seeing the result of all of their hard earned money exercised in such a manner. She glanced down at the bills covering the stage around her and smiled again. Obviously the men appreciated her talent. She smirked as a new pair of hands slid across her thigh to place yet another folded bill into her garter belt.

Amy pulled away and spun back toward the center of the stage as the song came to a close. She bowed and waved before retrieving her discarded top and hurried off the stage. Her eyes searched the faces that lined the halls backstage for JC, but he was nowhere to be found. She grimaced, somewhat disappointed that he had missed her only public display of nudity, and returned to her dressing room.

Amy slipped into her own clothing and sat down at the vanity to refresh her smudged makeup. A note taped to the mirror obstructed the view of her reflection. She pulled it down, her hands trembling with excitement.

Amy pulled the silver key from the note and slid it into her pocket. He hadn't missed her performance after all.

In record time, Amy arrived at her destination and stepped quietly into room 409. She turned her back to the room and pushed the door closed. The latch clicked softly as it sealed her from the world outside.

"Do you like having strange men watching you?

Amy jumped in surprise for the second time that night. These excursions always left her jittery, with her never knowing what to expect next. She took a deep breath to compose herself. A small smile played on her lips as she turned to confront the man who waited behind her.

JC stood on the other side of the room, his long muscular frame leaning against the bathroom doorframe. His bare chest still glistened with the remaining moisture from his recent shower. His thumbs hooked through the beltloops of the jeans which hung loose on his slim hips. Amy's eyes drank him in hungrily, her gaze moving down his body, along the treasure trail that originated from his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his navy blue boxer briefs.

Amy assumed a seductive pose, the palms of her hands supporting the small of her back, pushing her full bosom forward. She placed on foot slightly ahead of the other, causing the hem of her skirt to inch upward just enough to tease. A look of utter surprise and innocence defined her face.

"Did you say something? I can barely hear from you from all the way over there."

JC sauntered toward her, closing the distance between them in long, slow strides. He circled her slowly, one arm folded across his chest, supporting the elbow of his left arm. He massaged his chin in thought as his eyes moved up and down her body.

"Oh I think you did...Did you like having strange men watching you? Their hands moving across your body.. Your image being burned into their minds, being the one that they recall tonight in the privacy of their bedroom? I think you like the thought of starring in the wet dreams of strange men. Don't you?"

Amy's lips curled into a triumphant smirk. "Baby, you have no idea.....The eroticism...the power...Having the eyes of every man in that room only on me... You can't even begin to understand."

JC nodded, as he stopped in front of her. Without another word, he walked over to the bed and lay down. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he raised his eyes in expectation.

"Well? I'm waiting..."

"Waiting. For what?"

"Strip."

"Excuse me?"

"You did it for strangers. Now do it for me. I want to watch you dance."

Amy drifted across the floor to the stereo and turned the dials on slowly. She chewed on her lower lip as she listened intently, searching for the music to set the mood.

"What CDs do you have with you, JC?"

"My case is on the chair."

Amy lifted the black binder and unzipped the carrying case. She flipped the pages, her eyes scanning the titles on the silver discs inside. With a sneaky smile, she slipped one out of its pocket and inserted it into the CD player. Taking a deep breath to center herself, she waited for the opening beat. Her mind replayed the choreography that accompanied this song during her senior year recital. Hell, if she forgot a step, she'd just improvise. It wasn't like this routine originally climaxed with her costume being torn from her body anyway.

Amy's long slender body moved gracefully around the room, every step in perfect rhythm. JC's body trembled with desire as he watched, his erection growing with each moment that passed. Amy gripped the lapel of her blouse and pulled it apart, mindless of the buttons which snapped off in the process. Lost in the moment, her body twisted and turned suggestively as her fingers released the clasp on her skirt and unwound the thin cloth from her hips. Raising her eyes to lock with his, she approached the bed confidently and climbed on. Never breaking their gaze, Amy crawled up the bed, rubbing her body against JC's as she moved. The music blared behind her as she kissed her way up his torso.

Amy unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs and kicked them off the bed, his boxers tangled within them. Rising swiftly, Amy wrapped her hand around his throbbing member and began to stroke him. Her hand moved back and forth along his length, forcing deep moans to rise from inside him.

JC clasped her hair in his hands and pulled her toward him. His voice was pleading as he encouraged her for more. Amy released her hold on him and took him into her mouth obligingly.

JC's body quivered with ecstasy, feeling his length enveloped in the warm confines of her mouth. Her velvety lips surrounded him, holding him securely as her tongue massaged the underside of his pulsating erection. JC thrust his hips upward, forcing her to take him deeper. With a low moan, his groin tightened, filling her with his seed. Amy swallowed thirstily, allowing the thick liquid to slide down her throat.

In one swift motion, JC flipped Amy onto her back and stretched his body over her. His hand fondled her roughly, desperate to reclaim her as his own. His mouth moved across her breasts, his words warm against her skin.

"You think I enjoyed watching you tonight? You think I LIKE watching other men groping you?"

Amy moaned with pleasure, lost in the feeling of rapture his hands on her body brought to her. She struggled to maintain a sense of composure that would allow her to speak.

"Why....why don't you tell me?"

JC's touch became more forceful, his kiss more demanding as she waited for an answer. He ripped the fragile lace of her panties and tossed the shredded cloth to the floor. JC lowered his head to his exposed breasts and bit down on her nipple firmly, evoking a scream of pain tinged with excitement to erupt from inside her. His hand drifted down to the valley between her thighs and nudged them apart. JC cupped her delicate folds against the palm of his hand and caressed her softly.

"You really want to know?"

Amy sucked on her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the moans which threatened to escape. She nodded quickly, her hands gripping the pillow beneath her head tightly.

JC's hold on her tightened, as he shoved two fingers deep inside her. His fingers plunged into her heated depths as he spat out his answer. His lips descended along her collarbone, his tongue leaving a gleaming trail of moisture marking his path. His hand drove deeper as he spoke, his motions intensified by the emotion brought forth by a recall of the night's events.

"I had to force myself to stay in my chair. All I could think about was running up those steps and throwing you down on that stage. Ripping the clothes from my body and shoving my cock up your ass.....Showing every man in that room who you belonged to. Making them watch ME do what they could only imagine..."

JC removed his hand quickly and took his place between her thighs. He stood on his knees as he clenched Amy's legs tightly and repositioned them around his waist. Pure carnal desire distorted his beautiful face as he closed his hand around his erection and guided himself into her tight depths. Four letter word vulgarities shattered the silence as he pressed his palms against the mattress and pounded his hips against her.

"I want to hear you scream... come on...Tell Daddy who this belongs to.....Damn it, Amy, ANSWER ME!!!"

JC pulled back until the tip of his pulsating cock reached the threshold of her swollen entry. With a grunt of determination, he shoved his length into her. Amy bit down on her lip in defiance as she felt the head of his penis seemingly banging against her backbone. Reaching for the headboard, she clutched the railing and pulled herself upward, away from the unsympathetic thrusts he delivered. Angered by her obvious retreat, JC pulled out and grabbed her hips. Quickly, he flipped her onto her belly and forced her onto her knees.

"I'll fucking make you scream!"

Holding onto her waist, he pulled her back savagely onto his waiting cock. Amy cried out as he drove into her mercilessly.

"That's what I like to hear!.....Ugh....Who does this ass belong to?" JC slapped her ass with the palm of his hand for emphasis as he thrust deeper, demanding an answer. Amy buried her face into the pillow as he drove into her angrily, forcing her farther into the feather cushion.

"You baby...you.."

"Say my name!"

"JOSHUA!"

JC pounded against her ass furiously, evoking a warm sensation which rose from the bottom of her stomach until it overwhelmed her, leaving her body shaking with uncontrollable ecstasy. The sound of her own cries of rapture was all he needed to send him over the edge. He pulled her against his thighs against a final animalistic thrust, his own orgasm washing over him. JC rested his chest against her back, as he trembled, his release warming her from inside once more.

JC panted in exhaustion as he slid off of her body onto the bed and pulled her into the circle of his arms. Amy rested her forehead against his sweat covered chest and inhaled, the scent of his masculinity enveloping her.

"I've never met a woman like you, Amy. You never cease to amaze me."

"Isn't that the point?"

JC chuckled. "I can't believe you actually got up there. You've always been so modest with strangers."

"I almost didn't."

"So what changed your mind?"

Amy rose onto her elbow and looked down at his beautiful face silohuetted by the candlelight. She trailed her fingertips along his cheekbone, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"It gave me the idea for a new fantasy."