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After I got out, I was impressed about the place we were at. It seemed like we were at some kind of old castle, it was humongous. I looked up, it really was a castle with a pond around it. A huge wooden door guarded by two more guards clothed in black clothes was awaiting us. Mr. Smith led the way as we walked up to the guards. I looked behind and noticed that Nicholas remained at the car.

"Carpe Diem" Mr. Smith said to the guards.

It seemed like that was some kind of password to get inside because after he spoke those words, the guards opened the door and let us inside.

"Follow me and don't say or do a thing. Just do what I tell you to do and you will be fine." He commanded me.

We entered a huge hall, lighted by hundreds of candles. I followed Mr. Smith as he continued his way and entered a huge ballroom, crowded by hundreds of people, all wearing black cloaks and masks, just like mine. The only difference between them and me was that I was one of the few who had the red cult sign painted on my cloak. I noticed a few other people wearing the sign, all though I would see their faces, it was clear to me that they were also females. I didn't notice a single guy wearing that sign on his cloak. Mr. Smith was the only one wearing a red cloak and golden mask. It was clear that he was the leader of this cult.

As we passed through the crowd, nobody spoke, they only nodded to greet Mr. Smith. Everybody was wearing masks, but I could see all those eyes following me as I walked behind him to follow. In the far end I would see somebody playing the piano. There was something different about that guy, he was wearing a white suit and was blindfolded. It seemed like he didn't belong here. We kept moving through the crowd till we stopped in front of a big golden throne. Mr. Smith took place on the throne, his golden staff in his hand, letting it rest on the floor.

"Stand on my left side slave." He commanded me.

I did as he said so and walked to the left side of the throne, where I was standing next to him. Mr. Smith pointed with his left hand to another girl who had the same sign on her cloak as I and motioned her to stand on his right side. She followed his order and there he was sitting on his golden throne, two slaves standing next to him, each on one side.

Suddenly he lifted his golden staff and tapped hard on the floor, three times. The man at the piano stopped playing, the music stopped and everybody turned towards us. The crowd opened up till there was formed a huge circle in front of us. Everybody was now standing in a circle, but nobody was standing inside the circle, yet.

He tapped his stick again and this time people started moving from the crowd into the circle. After a minute, 12 girls were standing inside the circle, all girls wearing the same outfit as I was wearing, with the same red cult sign on there cloaks and thongs. And all wearing the same mask as myself. They all took place inside the circle till every girl was standing on an hour, like some kind of clock. One girl was standing at one o'clock, another one on two o'clock and so on. Twelve girls and the circle was round, hundreds of other people standing around the circle.

They weren't only men who were standing in the crowd, I could also recognize women by the shape of their bodies. I wondered who they were, obviously rich and wealthy and very important people. The twelve girls of the circle where all looking down to the floor, like if they were slaves to their Master. The moment Mr. Smith got up from his golden throne, the twelve girls all got on their knees, their cloaks lying out on the floor, with their hands on their knees.

Slowly Mr. Smith walked into the circle and walked up to one of the girls, the one who was standing at four o'clock. He took place in front of her and laid his hand on her head, in his other hand holding his staff. This was a sign for the girl to get up and so she did. With his hand he removed the hood of her cloak from her head. The girl had beautiful long brown reddish hair. She must have been very pretty underneath that mask. Mr. Smith tapped his staff on the floor again. This time the girl opened her cloak and let it drop on the floor.

Now this girl was standing there in the same thong with the red cult sign as I had on, wearing the same high heels as myself. Those were the only things she was wearing. Her perky breasts poking forward as she didn't move or speak. Mr. Smith placed the head of his staff against her mouth as she gave it a kiss. After she kissed his staff he tapped his staff again. The girl turned around and disappeared in the crowd.

The ceremony continued and Mr. Smith moved to the girl at nine o'clock. He laid his hand on her head as she stood up. He did all the same thing with this girl as he did with the other girl. Finally also she disappeared into the crowd. A few minutes later all twelve of those girls had disappeared into the crowd, their cloaks laying at the same spot where they were standing earlier in a circle. Mr. Smith had taken place on his throne again and turned his head towards me.

"Feel free to walk around slave. One rule: don't speak or do a thing. Just look around and observe because next time, you will be standing in the circle." He commanded me.

"Yes Master." I replied.

Nervously I walked my way to the crowd and made my way through all those people. I decided to follow the way those girls took when they disappeared into the crowd. It seemed like if they walked through that other open door at the end of the hall. As I walked through the crowd, all those people were talking to each other so some of them must know each other. Well, they were all strangers to me, and I felt safe knowing that I was a stranger to them too.

Finally I made my way through the crowd and walked through the door and entered a huge ballroom. It seemed like they were all standing around some platform. The crowd was cheering at somebody but I couldn't have a clear view at what they were looking at. Slowly I made my way towards the platform. Everybody was cheering, their arms up in the air and clapping, applauding for something, but what where they looking at? I was curious to find out.

As I made my way to the platform, it all became clear to me. Finally I was standing as close as I could get to the platform, the crowd cheering and applauding around me. Two of those girls were sitting on their hands on knees on the platform, only wearing their high heels and masks. Their thongs were laying between them on the stage. Each girl was being fucked by a guy, each of them wearing their cloaks and masks. They were fucking them hard while the girls swung their heads from left to right and moaning loudly. The scene of them fucking in front of all these people was arousing me. I could feel my pussy itching underneath my cloak.

The crowd cheered as those guys banged those slaves hard, slapping their asses, pulling them by the hair. Cocks sliding in and out of those cunts, balls slapping against their clits. Obviously these girls were also Call Girls. It made me wonder if they also worked for Madame Elaine? The fucking kept going till those guys finally blasted their loads all over the girls. I was right about to turn around because I assumed the show was over but it wasn't yet. The crowd kept cheering, even harder now.

I turned around I saw one of the girls holding a humongous double ended dildo, a black one. They greased it up and positioned themselves on hands and knees, asses pointing at each other. Oooh no, where they really going to do that? Where they really going to shove that humongous dildo inside them? They answered my question quickly as I saw one of them sliding the dildo inside her cunt. The other girl grabbed the other end and guided it inside her own pussy. They released it and slowly started moving towards each other as the dildo disappeared inside them.

As the crowd applauded they fucked that dildo together while they were on their hands and knees. This was incredible. I had seen enough and made my way through the crowd to another room. In the second ballroom people were fucking everywhere. Well actually the only people getting fucked were girls wearing the same outfit as I. They were all being fucked by the guests. A few times I even noticed a female guest's pussy being licked by one of the slaves. This was a true orgy. And I was the only one wearing the cult sign, who wasn't get fucked.

As I watched a slave being double penetrated by two guests, I could feel somebody standing behind me and whispering into my ear: "Enjoying the show slave?"

"Yes, Sir." I whispered back.

While his hands roamed over my arms towards my hips he whispered: "You are new here aren't you, slave?"

"Yes Sir, I am. How do you know?" I wondered.

"Because else you would know that you are not allowed to speak or ask questions, slave." He grinned.

He lowered the hood from my cloak and started to kiss me in my neck. With his other hand, he moved inside my cloak and cupped my breast. His tongue slid upward to my ear. He took my earlobe between his lips and sucked on it, his hand slowly sliding downwards over my tummy.

"One rule: don't speak or do a thing. Just look around and observe." Mr. Smith's words keep going through my mind, as this guy couldn't keep his hands off me.

What could I do? It would surely get me into trouble if I would push this guy away so I had no choice but giving in to him. His tongues and lips kept kissing and licking all over my neck while his hand slowly slid into my thong. I tilted my head a little aside to give him better access to my neck, his hand cupping my vagina. Suddenly he stopped and removed his hands from my body.

I turned around and was surprised to see Nicholas. Without a word he took my arm and pulled me with him. He held me tight by my arm and pulled me into an empty room and closed the door behind him.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked me.

"What could I do? He came on to me!" I replied.

"Look, I am telling you this because I like you. And I don't want anything to happen to you. Whenever you are at these parties, you need to obey Mr. Smith's rules. If you don't, I am not responsible for the consequences." Nicholas preached.

"I think it's for the best that you go back to Mr. Smith and don't leave his side for tonight." He said with a straight face.

"Okay, I am sorry okay?" I pouted.

"Its okay. Now go back to the party. And don't make me need to help you out again." He preached.

After those words I walked out the room and mingled with the people again. A few minutes later I was standing back next to Mr. Smith who was still sitting on his golden throne.

"Already seen enough, slave?" He asked.

"Yes Master." I replied.

For the rest of the evening I never left his side as we mingled with the people while he talked to them. I wasn't allowed to speak so the only think I did was listen. Time flew by and before I knew it, we were driving back home in the limousine. On our way home I had to change back into my own clothes. I wasn't allowed to take my cloak and mask and other attributes with me. Two hours later around 5.39 am, they dropped me off at my apartment. I was exhausted and tired and fell asleep instantly when my face touched my pillow.

***** A few days later *****

The sex party at the castle was a very special experience to me. It was the first time I ever met such important people. And I had a feeling that many more of these parties were going to happen in the future. The money was already deposited on my bank account and the memories still fresh. In the last few days I moved into my new apartment. The one I got from Mr. Smith. Since I have been living in this new penthouse apartment, I hadn't had the time yet to explore the neighbourhood I was living in. So I decided to get my coat and do some walking.

I was standing in front of the mirror, checking my clothes. I straightened out my plain black fairly tight skirt, which reached just above me knees. My b-cup breasts looked perfect in this black tank top with a pretty low cut and my nipples pointing through the fabric, as I wasn't wearing any bra. Underneath my skirt I was wearing a white silk g-string. As a finishing touch I had a pair of black high heels. I wrapped my long raincoat around my body and headed for the door. On my way I noticed the clock ticking 8.42 pm.

After I took the elevator to the main floor, I walked outside the building onto the streets. It was a busy evening, but already dark outside. My apartment was located somewhere in downtown Brussels. There were many nightclubs and bars out here, so the streets were crowded at this time of the day, especially on a Friday. I decided to start walking and explore this clubbing area.

A few minutes later I was in the main clubbing street. It was one club next to another in this street. The boardwalks filled with people in clubbing outfits, waiting to enter their favourite party scene. Suddenly I heard a car riding down the street, loud rap music playing through the speakers. The loud music made me curious and I turned around. The car was slowly driving through the street, windows down, filled by a bunch of guys who were checking out the people in front of the clubs.

It slowed down and suddenly it was riding besides me as I walked on the boardwalk. In the driver's seat was a young guy, around age 20. He looked kind of cute, had dark brown eyes and brown hair. On the passenger seat was one of his friends, staring at me. Two other guys were sitting in the backseat of the car. They turned down the music. The driver whistled at me.

"Hey babe, want to come along for a ride with us?" He shouted.

Without even turning my face towards them, I continued walking and showed them the finger and screamed back at them:

"See something you like asshole?"

"What a spicy girl she is, isn't she bro?" They talked to each other and continued their ride.

I was glad they left me alone, I wasn't in the mood for childish people like them. At the end of the street I turned right. This street wasn't as lighted as the other one. The clubs over here were more of the dark kind. More like hard rock clubs and bars. As I passed one of those clubs, a guy came out of the club and noticed me.

"Hey cute thing! Let me buy you a drink!" He shouted.

I ignored this guy who was obviously very drunk and walked a little faster to get out off this street as quick as I could. But the guy started to follow me as I could hear his footsteps behind me. To get rid of him I decided to walk into a small alley, hoping it was a shortcut to a more crowded street. As I walked a few meters into the alley, I noticed it was a dead end street. I turned around and wanted to walk back out off the alley. But suddenly this guy was standing in front of me.

"Where you think you are going cute thing?" He grinned.

"Let me through!" I said as I tried to walk by him.

"You aren't going anywhere hun." He laughed as he pushed me against the wall.

"Let me go or....." I sighed.

"Or what hun, you going to call the cops?" He grinned and ripped my purse out off my hands and threw it a few meters away from me. The smell of alcohol coming from his mouth was disgusting.

"I can still scream." I smiled as I tried to walk away.

He pushed me back against the wall, harder this time, causing me to hit my head against the wall. As he moved close towards me, he grabbed me by the chin:

"You are going to do what I want, or I'll fucking kill you bitch." He said with an angry voice.

With his other hand he parted my coat and cupped my breast. With force he started to squeeze them, it didn't feel good at all. He released his hand from my chin and moved it underneath my skirt. I pushed him and tried to dodge away underneath him. But he was too strong and too fast and kept me in place against the wall as his hand moved up underneath my skirt.

I was too frightened to scream or to say a single word. By myself I thought it was best to just let him do what he wanted to do because I didn't want to get hurt or beaten by this guy. A tear ran down my cheek as he cupped my vagina with his large hand. As he was having his way with me, a car passed by the alley. I hoped that it would have stopped by it just drove by.

The guy had moved his hand underneath my tank top by now and was rubbing my breasts as his other hand was rubbing my vagina through my silk g-string. Suddenly I hear a car driving backwards and stopping in front of the alley. I turned my head and noticed the boy who whistled at me earlier that evening looking into the alley.

After they realized what was going on, all four of them jumped out off the car and ran into the alley towards me. The guy who was harassing me noticed them coming and placed an elbow right into one of the boy's face. He dropped on the floor. The other three boys started kicking and hitting on the guy. I moved away from the wall and took my purse as I noticed them all fighting in the alley. Suddenly the guy managed to get up and run away.

The four dudes turned towards me and one of them wiped the tears of my cheek:

"It's all over now, it alright. He can't hurt you anymore."

"Thank you, I don't know how I can thank you." I smiled.

"Well, giving your phone number would be a good start. My name is Evan by the way, and these are my friends." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you Evan, and nice to meet your friends." I tried to smile back.

"And by the way, yes I do see something I like." He laughed.

"Oooh sorry about that, its just so annoying that guys always whistle when they see a woman." I laughed back.

"So how about that phone number?" He tried again.

"Well, give me your arm." I smiled.

I grabbed my lipstick out off my purse and wrote my phone number in big numbers on his arm. While I wrote it down, a big smile was showing on Evan's face. After I thanked them again, I walked back out off the alley, heading back home. On my way I shouted at them:

"Call me, and we will have a drink. That's the least I can do to thank you."

***** Back at my penthouse apartment *****

A few minutes later I walked back into my penthouse apartment. What a weird evening it had been? Now I knew that I was living in a dangerous neighbourhood. I poured myself a glass of red wine and dropped on my black leather couch. The wine tasted a little bitter. Drinking wine is something my father had taught me when I was around age 14. At first I hated the taste of wine, but the more I drank it, the more I appreciated it. Nowadays I love a nice glass of wine on an evening like this to relax and forget about all my problems.

My cell phone was lying on the table in front of me and started to ring. Who could that be at this time of the evening? It was my private cell phone, and not the one from work.

"Yes, Amanda speaking."

"Amanda? Uhm ....its me, Evan? We met half an hour ago?"

"Oooh hey Evan. I didn't expect you to call me that soon."

"Ooh I am sorry if I called you at the wrong moment. I call you again tomorrow if that suits you better?"

"No, its okay. You just overwhelmed me by calling me that quickly."

"I just wanted to phone you to ask if you are all right after what happened this evening."

"Yes I am fine thank you, and again I would like to thank you for the help."

"Oooh it was my pleasure Amanda. So when are we going to have that drink?"

"How about tomorrow? At the Casino?"

"Uhm the Casino? I don't know. Uhm, okay. I'll be there. At eight?"

"Sure, I'll be there are 8pm."

"Okay, have a good night.

"Good night to you too Evan. See you tomorrow."

I laid the phone down on the table. This guy surely didn't let any grass grow over it. Well I owed him this drink because after all he did save me from that horrible guy in the alley. It was getting late so I decided to call it a night and finished my glass of wine and headed to my bedroom.

***** At the Casino, 7.50pm *****

I parked my car on the parking lot in front of the Casino. Nicholas was standing at the front door and greeted me as I made my way towards him. I greeted him back with a kiss on his cheek.

"Have a fun evening Miss."

"Thank you Nicholas. Actually I am meeting somebody for a drink."

He showed a smile and opened the door for me. I made my way towards the bar and took a seat. Denise, the waitress brought me a glass of champagne. She knew I always drink champagne when I am at the Casino. I didn't even have to order it, when she saw me, she brought me my drink.

I looked at my watch. Evan was late, and I hate it when a date is late. My glass was already half empty. A guy took place on the seat next to mine. He ordered himself a whiskey.

"Good evening Miss, looking for some fun?" He grinned.

"What do you mean by that?" I looked annoyed.

"Well I recognize a whore when I see one." He grinned again.

"I beg your pardon Sir?" I frowned.

"Come on, just tell me how much for one night with you." He smiled

"I don't think you can afford me." I laughed as I sipped from my glass.

"See this suit? That's two months of rent." He said as he pointed at his suit.

I emptied my glass and got off my chair. Slowly moving forward towards him, I kissed him on his cheek and whispered in his ear:

"Well in that case, your rent is awfully cheap."

And as I said that I walked away, heading back outside. I decided to wait outside for Evan because I wasn't in the mood for more guys like the one at the bar. As I walked outside through the front door I noticed Nicholas having some trouble with somebody who tried to get inside.

"Didn't I tell you never to come back here again?" Nicholas shouted as he was holding somebody up against the wall by his jacket.

"But I need to get inside! I swear I'll be good." The guy uttered back.

"I am not letting scum like you inside this casino. Get out of here or I will make you wish you never came back here." Nicholas said with much anger in his voice.

I was shocked when I recognized the guy that was being pinned against the wall. It was Evan! What the hell was going on here? I walked up to Nicholas and pushed him.

"Nicholas! Stop it please! He is with me." I screamed.

"This scum is with you?" Nicholas looked surprised.

"Yes, he is the one I am waiting for." I smiled.

"Mmmmh okay." Nicholas released Evan.

"Thank you Nicholas." I smiled and kissed him on his cheek again. "Come on Evan, let's go to a place more quiet." I smiled and we left. We had only taken a few steps as my cell phone started to beep. I grabbed it from my purse and noticed I had a message from Emma:

"Amanda, I need you. I miss you. I want to see you so badly. Please call me soon or I do something to myself."

I still didn't feel ready to see or hear her again. Quickly I deleted the message and put my cell phone back in my purse after shutting it down. I didn't want to be disturb again this evening.

We decided to go to a local bar, not far away from the Casino. The bar was a 15-minute walk away from the Casino so we agreed to take a walk because there wouldn't be place to park the car at the bar at this time of the day. About 17 minutes later we arrived at the Bar. Once inside we took place at a table located in a dark corner. Evan ordered us some drinks and we started our conversation. I wanted to know what that was all about at the Casino. Evan explained to me that he had done some stupid things and made some mistakes when he was younger. Those mistakes have caused him to be banned from the Casino and other places.

The more we talked, the more I started to like this guy. He was funny, good looking and he saved me from that guy at the alley. So the least I could do was pay for the drinks that evening. Time passed quickly and we drank more and more. A few hours later we both were pretty drunk. We had so many laughs together. I only knew this guy since a few days and I already had a good feeling about our first meeting. This could turn out to be the start of a new friendship.

It was already 2am so we decided to go home. Once outside, it was raining hard. The rain was crashing from the sky. And we had a long walk to the car ahead of us. I wasn't even wearing a coat. Evan told me a friend of him had a house not far away from here. We would be quicker at the house as we would be at our car. So we started to walk in the other direction towards the house he mentioned.

"This friend of yours, is he still awake at this time of the day?" I smiled.

"He isn't home at the moment. But he always has a spare key lying at the backside of the house." He grinned.

My clothes were soaking wet. I could feel the rain making my underwear wet. About 10 minutes later we arrived at the house and made our way to the backside while the rain kept gushing upon us. Evan searched under the doormat and grabbed a key with which he opened the backdoor. We hurried inside, away from the rain. Our clothes were soaking wet.

"If you wait in the living room, I will go to my friend's bedroom to find us some dry clothes."

I was standing in the living room, waiting for Evan to return. It was a beautiful house, the living room had a huge fireplace. A few minutes later Evan returned with a big shirt which was obviously too big for me. He handed the shirt to me.

"I will put the fire on, so we can dry ourselves. Don't want us to get sick." He smiled.

I watched how Evan turned the fire on in the fireplace. Big flames started to burn and I could feel the heat growing in the room. My wet clothes were sticking to my skin as I tried to warm up in front of the fireplace. Evan walked up as standing behind me as he reached around and started to unbutton my soaked jacket while I heated my hands by the fire. My breath panted, like I my heart skipped a beat. He was standing so close to me that I could smell his body, his male sense. It had something primitively sexy and I took a deep breath.

I turned around so he could unbutton the lowest buttons of my jacket. As Evan looked down, I took the liberty to take a good look at him. He was so cute, his mouth begging to be kissed. I bit on my lower lip. How could I be thinking about sex at this moment? For sure, the alcohol and this situation were causing me to think that way at this moment. Because all those drinks we had this evening, had made me really drunk. Evan on the other hand was more alcohol resistant and still knew what he was doing.

His hands roamed along my body as he took my jacket off. Although it was just my jacket he took off, it caused several waves of pleasure going through my body. The moment he stepped aside to lay my jacket on a chair, my body started to shiver and shake. Not knowing what to do next, I was standing there at the fireplace, soaking wet, drops of water dripping on the floor. I was way too soaked to sit on a chair. My blouse was soaking wet and was sticking tight against my breasts, my hard nipples pointing through it. My pants were feeling like a second skin. Evan let his eyes roam over my body for a second and blushed.

"I think you need to take all those clothes off. I don't want you to get sick."

"But I don't have any spare clothes with me?" I shivered.

Evan pointed at the big shirt:" Put that on till your clothes are dry. I will be in the other room, just give a yell and I will come back."

After that he left the room and closed the door behind me. Now I was all alone in this living room, standing at the fireplace. With a sigh I grabbed the edged of my blouse and pulled it over my head. I did the same with my pants. They were that soaked that I could have wringed it with my hands. Instead I laid my clothes on a chair together with my jacket so they could dry. Now I was standing in front of the fire, only wearing a bra and thong. But also my underwear was wet as hell.

It was clear that I had to take those off as well. I took a look at the door to make sure Evan was peeking at me. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, and threw it on a chair. My breasts were wet, my nipples pink and hard. With the palm of my hands, I caressed my hard knobs. I wanted them to soften instead of being this hard. I could only hope that Evan wouldn't notice them being this hard when I was going to wear that big shirt. Next I concentrated on my wet thong. Slowly I slid the thong down my hips and took it off.

Naked I was standing in front of the big flames of the fireplace. The warm glow was feeling delightful on my skin. I turned around so that my skin could get its pink colour back. In a devilish way I bent over, my ass pointing at the fireplace so I could feel the heat against my cheeks. I cherished the feeling of being naked in a stranger's house. It had something naughty and kinky.

I straightened my back and admired myself in the big mirror I was facing now. While I was watching myself in the mirror, I caressed my left nipple. Soft circles around my nipple till it hardened again while my other hand roamed over my tummy. My hand lowered and reached my clitoris, which I touched briefly. Slowly my clit got swollen. I parted my legs a bit and rubbed my clit some more. Suddenly a feeling to masturbate overwhelmed me.

Quickly I looked around in the room to make sure nobody was watching. I took a chair and placed myself in it, my legs resting on the arms of the chair, my legs open wide towards the fireplace. I closed my eyes and moved my hand between my legs. My legs opening and closing as my hand was rubbing over my vagina while my other hand was rubbing my breasts. I moaned softly, the heath coming from the fireplace hugged my naked body.

I opened my eyes slowly and screamed as I noticed a mouse sitting in a corner. Two seconds later Evan ran into the room. His jaw dropped open as he stared at my naked body. I was still sitting in the chair with my legs wide open and paralysed. Quickly I jumped up and grabbed the shirt to cover my naked body. The mouse was gone.

"What are you doing in here?" I screamed at Evan as I tried to cover my body with the large shirt.

"You screamed! I thought something was wrong." Evan laughed at the situation.

I could sink through the floor in shame. Evan must have realized what I had been doing before he entered the living room again. My body embarrassed me as I could feel drops of wetness running down my thighs. I felt humiliated at that moment. I took a seat on the chair, still holding the shirt in front of my body. Evan turned around so I could put the shirt on. It was a very large shirt, covering my body enough. When the shirt was on, Evan took place on a chair in front of me.

We started to talk because we had to wait till my clothes were dry so I could go back home. In the meantime I noticed a big painting hanging on the wall. The painting showed a beautiful woman wearing an extraordinary necklace. The necklace was made out of gold and contained a big red ruby stone. I asked Evan if his friend had painted that painting. Evan told me that his friend had bought it from an old antique seller. The painting brought a legend with it. This had made me curious so I asked Evan if he knew the legend. Evan nodded and started to tell. But before he started, he poured us both a glass of whiskey.

"In the 10th century, there was this great warrior. He was a very powerful man and everybody feared him. The feared him not only for his power, but also because he was very ugly."

I giggled while Evan continued:

"The warrior fell in love with the most beautiful girl in town. But like every other women in town, she was disgusted by his looks. How had he tried to earn her love, she didn't want to have anything to do with him. Desperately he prayed to the Gods to do something about this and to make her love him. When nothing happened, he jumped from a high cliff."

"Poor guy." I mumbled.

My naked legs were sticking underneath the table, my toes only inches away from Evan's feet. With his dark eyes, he looked downwards at my legs while he continued:

"The warrior made one final pray to the Gods on his way down from the cliff. When he fell down, his belt hiked onto a small branch that was growing on the cliff, causing him to stop falling. While he was hanging there, he noticed a big shiny red ruby sticking in the rocks. He wriggled it out with his knife. Later, when he was saved, he made a beautiful necklace out of it, as you can see on the painting."

I sipped from my glass while I listened. The soft malt whiskey tasted so sweet on my tongue. Weird, because normally I never drink whiskey, but this one tasted so different from the other ones I ever tasted.

"On a day, the beautiful girl noticed the warrior's necklace. She loved it so much, that the warrior gave it to her and placed it around her neck. She was so happy that she asked the warrior what she could do to thank him. He asked for a kiss. She gave him his kiss. The warrior tried for more and asked for another one, which she also gave to him. Encouraged by all this, he hugged the girl and asked her if he could touch her breasts. To his surprise she didn't refuse."

"What did he ask next? " I wanted to know.

"To make love with her." Evan smiled. "And not once, not twice, but plenty of times. She did everything he asked her, and they made love in the morning, afternoon and in the evening. And in all sorts of ways."

I swallowed as I tried to imagine all that and how it must have felt. I noticed that my cheeks and my other body parts started to glow from getting aroused.

"From that day on, every woman who was wearing the necklace did everything the owner of the necklace asked her to do. Men fought each other to own the necklace."

Again Evan's eyes roamed over my legs. I emptied my glass and asked:

"Is it okay for me to have another glass of whiskey?"

"Not at all. But this is some strong shit, are you sure?" Evan smiled and poured me another one.

I nodded and took the glass from his hands as he sat back down on the chair on the other side of the table. My nipples were pointing through the shirt. I wondered if Evan would have noticed it.

"Do you think the legend is true?" I smiled.

"Nah, I think it's just a fairytale." Evan grinned.

I took another sip from my glass and could feel the liquid warming me up inside. The legend had made me horny and I was wriggling inside my chair. The alcohol wasn't helping me either. I was pretty drunk already. Slowly I slipped one hand between my legs and ran my thumb slowly over my pussy. It would have been very easy for me to play with myself at that moment without Evan noticing anything.

Evan started to tell another story and while he was talking, my mind wandered away. While he told the story, I felt my boobs tingle. I wondered how it would feel to have Evan's lips around my nipples. I felt my hard clit throbbing between the lips of my vagina. I touched it and wriggled in pleasure while Evan continued his story. He didn't seem to notice that I was playing with myself. Restless I moved in the chair. The wetness between my thighs made my fingers wet. Suddenly I got overwhelmed by a feeling to feel Evan's fingers inside me.

While he kept talking I stood up and walked towards him and sat down in front of him, to be closer to the fire. I didn't look up at him. I couldn't. Instead I stared at the flames while he kept talking. I desired to be touched. I refused to realize that it would not be a good thing to make love to Evan. I didn't know him at all. And it couldn't ruin my business. While he kept telling, I turned towards him and sat on my knees between his legs. I laid my hands on his thighs, each on one side. He kept telling his story while I slowly caressed the thin fabric of his pants.

As I did so Evan uttered but kept talking. With a slow movement, my hands moved upwards and I let my fingers ran softly over his crotch. Instantly I could feel his cock harden. I could feel the size of his penis with my fingers. Evan stopped with his story. Quickly I looked up at him and noticed that his eyes were closed. I continued my play and caressed his cock through his pants.

Underneath his clothes, his cock was hard as a rock. I loved the feeling it gave me when his cock pressed against the fabric. I knew he wanted me to release his cock from his pants and I wasn't going to disappoint him. I searched for his zipper and slowly opened it. After that I opened the single button of his pants and opened it. My excitement grew as my hand slid into his pants. I could feel the heath coming from his body while my fingers wrapped around his big shaft. It felt so good and became even harder, if possible.

Without saying a single word, I pulled his cock out off his pants and heard how his breath panted. My eyes stared along his shaft while I was surprised by the size of it. Gently I let my hand stroll up and down his shaft while I pulled his balls out off his pants. I couldn't help it and let my tongue slide across the big shiny purple head of his penis. With long wet strokes I let my tongue slide up and down his shaft. But I wanted to feel him the right way. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock inside my mouth. Although it was huge, it seemed to continue to grow and filled my mouth completely, causing almost for me to gag. The feeling that gave me was exciting. I started to give him a blowjob, letting his cock slide in and out of my mouth.

"Oooh Amanda." Evan uttered while he caressed my hair.

His caressing became rougher, slowly he applied more pressure on my mouth, while he kept my head in place and moved his hips upwards to pump his cock harder and deeper into my mouth. I held him by his hips, his penis all the way in my mouth, while his hand kept my head in place. The heat coming from the fireplace was burning on my ass.

I lifted my head, causing his cock to pop out off my mouth. His prick was hard, wet and shining. I moved up and tried to kiss Evan. As our lips touched, I quickly slipped my tongue into his mouth. Suddenly he broke the kiss and pushed me away from him.

"I am sorry Amanda, this isn't right. This isn't you, this is the alcohol causing you to do this."

"But Evan, this is me." I pouted.

"No Amanda, I am sorry. I can't let you do this to yourself. I know it's the alcohol and not you." He said with an angry tone in his voice.

"I think it's better for you to go home now." He said as he felt my clothes to check if they were dry.

Evan left the room so I could get dressed again and so I did. A few minutes later I was walking back to my car while Evan remained at the house. He really had me disappointed by sending me home. Especially because I was horny as hell! Okay, maybe I was drunk, but I still knew what I was doing. Well, anyhow it was his loss. If only he knew what a chance he just missed. If only he knew that normally he would have to pay his monthly wage to have sex with me, and now he could have gotten me for free.

***** The Next day *****

I woke up with a huge headache, but the memories of last night still clear in my mind. My cell phone was lying on the pillow next to me, still turned off. After I turned it back on, I noticed I had missed about 7 phone calls. All calls were coming from Emma. I looked at my watch showing 7.34 am. It was still so early, but I decided to give her a call because I was starting to get worried about her.

"Amanda? Is that you?" An anxious voice on the other side answered. It was Emma.

"Yes Emma, it is me." I answered with a sleepy voice.

"Oh Amanda, I miss you so much. Please let me see you again, please? I need you so bad."

"But Emma, I don't think it's a good idea to see each other again. And surely not after you seen me at your father's office."

"But Amanda, I don't care about what you do for a living. I care about you! I am in love with you." She said with a slow voice like if she was crying softly.

I felt so sorry for her. After all it was also my fault because I never should have gone to bed with her in the first place.

"Ok Emma, lets see each other this evening at 8 pm at my place?"

"Yes, I'll be there." She said, obviously not crying anymore but the hearing of the joy in her voice.

And the line went dead. Was this the right thing to do? I don't know, but I felt like I had to see her so I could talk to her and explain her that what we had together was not meant to happen in the first place. I could only hope that she didn't have any other thoughts about the reason why I wanted to meet her again.

***** Later that day *****

Jake had phoned me again. I hadn't heard from him for a while since our little incident at that house he broke into to have sex with me. He wanted to see me again, this evening. I agreed with him, totally forgetting about my appointment with Emma. Jake picked me up around 6 pm that evening and took me to a nice hotel in the city. Finally we had a normal appointment, nothing kinky this time, just plain sex. We were getting dressed again and the clock ticked and before I realized it, it was already 7.39 pm. Suddenly it came to my attention that I was meeting Emma in 21 minutes!

"Shit Jake, I really need to go. You got to take me home now."

"Something wrong?"

"Uhm no, but I have to be home at 8 pm, I am expecting somebody."

"Another client?" He laughed. "Busy girl huh"

"No, not a client Jake. Just uhm, just a friend.

We hurried to his car and he drove me back home as quick as he could, sometimes exceeding the speed limits. Time passed by and it was already 8.07 pm when we arrived at my apartment. I noticed Emma sitting on the steps with her face resting in the palms of her hands. As the car stopped in front of the steps I opened the car and wanted to step out. Emma lifted her head and recognized me. I wanted to step out but Jake pulled me back and kissed me fully on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds till I managed to get loose.

"See you soon sweetie." Jake laughed and made a motion with his hand that he would call me.

Emma saw how Jake and I kissed and was already standing up when I closed the door and Jake drove away in his expensive car. Emma and I were looking straight into each other's eyes as she started to cry.

"Emma, its not what you think." I tried to explain.

"Oooh isn't it Amanda. I just saw you kissing a guy. What do you think that is? Why didn't you just tell me that you have a boyfriend? Why did you give me false hope? Why!" She shouted as tears poured down her cheeks.

"No, Emma its not what it looks like!" I tried to explain as I walked up to her with my arms open to hug her.

"Leave me alone! I never want to see you again!" She yelled as she slapped my arms away and started to run away.

"Emma! Come back please! Emma!" I screamed, hoping that she would stop running.

In the next adventure of Jinx:

- Will Jinx succeed in convincing Emma about the misunderstanding?

- Jinx meets up with Alana, who invites her for a 3-some.

- Jinx makes her first trip to another country and meets up with a black male in New York.

Find out in the next adventure of Jinx, available soon!! Once again, you need to read ALL the episodes to be able to keep up with the story.

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