Scott Free

Scott Free by Catholic Girl

Synopsis: Prick teasers come and go but these gals go over the top! (M/f, F/m, spanking, BDSM, real, reluctant, serious)

Chapter 1

Carly and Cindy

We attracted a lot of attention in clubs. We lived to go clubbing as often as possible. It was a poultice for the ego. Houston had an over abundance of men and very few women. The rumored statistics were ten men to every woman. An ugly girl could get lucky every night of the week! With odds like that, we could pick and choose the biggest sucker to spend his money on us.

There was usually a gaggle of boys around offering to buy us one drink . Once we sized them up and had our fill, we moved on. "Cheeky and arrogant" was a phrase that fit us to a T. We were a couple ball busting prick teasers.

My roommate and partner in crime, Cindy, was a big titted blond. From afar, she looked like a walking wet dream on legs. She had long, straight, flaxen hair, BIG blue eyes, and a whopping pair of 40DDs that stood a foot away from her chest. She could part a crowd like Moses parted the Red Sea. No shit!

Unfortunately, she had a big mouth. Her luscious, thick lips were accessorized by buck teeth. If she kept her mouth shut, she could get lucky faster. Sadly, that was a lesson she never learned. The only time her mouth was shut was when it was stuffed with a dick. Her mouth also gave away her crassness and lack of class. She had a roughness about her that emanated from her upbringing on the streets of Cincinnati. She made no secret that she was a gold digger and out to find herself a rich sugar daddy.

Cindy got herself a job in the best steakhouse in Houston. She had to blow the owner for the job. Little did she know that he would have given her the job anyway. Her tits would be as famous as the steaks. Working at the best steakhouse in Houston would give her exposure to the type of man she was determined to nail.

On the other hand, I was a career technical engineer for an international oil company. Graduated from Georgia Tech, my professors made sure I would make them proud. They helped me get a great job with an oil company in Houston. It wasn't much of a stretch for me as I was used to being surrounded by men all day long. My ego was in no need of stroking.

A petite minx, I had a wild mane of wavy chestnut hair that framed my delicate face. I loved my hair this way; it was a symbol of my spirit and my crowning glory. Flashing green eyes belied the intelligence behind them. My boyfriends always said that my pouty, bow-shaped lips were made for cock sucking. I had a healthy looking body from years of tennis, racquetball, and running. My breasts were not spectacular, but more than a mouthful is a waste.

The first month at my new job, my fatherly boss, Darryl, "talked" to me about the amount of visitors stopping by my office. He was concerned that it was affecting work. I explained the visitors were principals in the company and were just checking on my work; I couldn't be rude to them. Darryl quickly got the picture and we devised a way to work with the situation. Luckily, company policy was firm that there is no dating between employees, so I had a legitimate out.

My private life, however, made up for lack of control in my work environment. My private life was just that. Being a single woman who held the net in a sea of sharks was just the thing to wet my cunt!!! The hunt for the cunt was my ticket to control men. Cindy was like minded.

The Set Up

One particular night, Cindy and I were flying high, loving life, and dressed to slay. We went hunting at Cowboys, Elan, and then, finally up at Judge's Night Club. Judges' was "our" place. The name was very appropriate as we felt very comfortable there being judges of the male species. As we observed the pickings, we determined the following:

• Wimpy, slobbering, grabby men were the biggest turnoffs

• Men who were still there at closing time were desperate leftovers

I was all about the edge, power, and control of men who were:

• Strong and self confident

• Indifferent to my charms

• Able to stand up to my ballsy ways

• Bigger than I

• Strong and silent; "still waters run deep"

• Very attractive in their own way

• Challenging

• Not married

Cindy was all about money :

• Rich, older men with a taste for young girls; they fit the bill if they wore a Rolex and flashed wads of $100 bills

• Married, professional men were the safest as they didn't want any commitments; Cindy always looked for men to make her a kept woman

• Looks didn't matter but the dick size was a major factor; she would make do if she had to

Cindy's Pick Up

A husky, well-dressed man approached Cindy. He appeared to be about 50 to 55 years old. "Is your name 'Angel'?" he asked. He had salt and pepper hair, a thick mustache, and squinty eyes that spent too many years in the sun. Cindy recited her script: "what is your job and how much do you make?" Surprisingly, he didn't walk away like most of the other men did. He told her a tall, Texas-sized tale. "My name is Klaus. I am a businessman from Belgium on a layover in Houston." Cindy didn't know Belgium from shit! Personally, he sounded Greek to me, but Cindy was too dumb to pick up on it. Klaus had her enthralled. Laying it on really thick, he uttered the hokiest line ever! I want to spoil you because you deserved it”. To further clinch the outcome of the evening, he detailed his assets: an account in the Cayman Islands, a cigarette boat, two Rolls Royce's, an apartment in Manhattan and a villa in Mythos. Mythos?! I knew he was Greek!! This guy was slick. As Cindy's beautiful blues got bigger and bigger, his words started slurring a bit. She quickly noticed she had a fish on the line. If only she knew that the guppy was her! She was going drive him back to his hotel room.

Carly's Target

Feeling someone's eyes were burrowing a hole in the back of my head, I turned around to see HIM, my target. His heavily fringed dark brown eyes quickly looked away as he continued to nurse his beer. There was no eye contact for awhile I couldn't stand it anymore. I innocently tossed my purse in his direction so that it accidentally landed at his feet. I rushed over to pick it up and my breasts were peeking out of my halter top. As he bent to retrieve my purse, we bumped heads. Our eyes locked and my pussy started to juice.

He was quite handsome. Not quite 6', he was a lean, well muscled specimen with sinewy arms. His face was deeply tanned with chiseled cheekbones, thick, juicy lips, and a cleft in the middle of his chin. His dark hair was in need of a haircut; it touched the back of his collar. He smelled like Irish Spring soap.

He quickly handed my purse back to me, mumbled something and walked away. That really got my attention. No one walks away from Carly!

After some sober thinking, I launched spitballs at him using my straw. Being obnoxious is a fallback that usually works for us ball busters. After three direct hits, he scowled, looked around and caught me red handed. I smiled sheepishly. He smiled back and waved. Success!! Slowly, he walked over to me with his thumb in his jeans and a frosty mug of beer. "How's yourself this evening?" " What is your name?" "Richard." Richard was from Glasgow, Scotland. That sounded intriguing. I had a client in Scotland that had the same accent. "And yours?" "Carly." He looked down and nodded. This guy was not a Belgian Greek.

Decisions, decisions

Cindy's decision

Cindy doesn't usually put any thought into her decisions, she just acts on impulse. When she decided to take Klaus back to his hotel, she gave me the nod that I was on my own. She was NOT going to walk away from her prey. I realized this was one of those nights that a cab ride would be the safest way home. Cindy quickly grabbed her bag and dropped her keys as she fished them out of her purse. As she bent down, her huge breasts ended up resting on Klaus' thighs. His pants quickly tented. She grabbed onto his dick to regain her balance. His dick was her leash and he was the dog.

Carly's decision

Richard quietly appraised me. I felt uncomfortable being scrutinized and started to pout. He politely asked me a little about myself; was I married; where did I work; was I alone. I blubbered something; he smiled as if he had the upper hand. The nerve! He never volunteered anything about himself.

I really didn't care to know anything else. He was the challenge. The gauntlet was thrown and both of us had to decide whether I would pick it up or not.

"Do you know the time?" "It's the back of 12:00", he said with a charming lilt. I quickly said my goodbyes. "I'll get you home" Richard offered. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. How could I refuse?

Chapter 2 is on the way!!