Short Story

So I thought I posted this to Patreon, and apparently I did not. Forgive me. My air conditioning went out and it's like 90 degrees here. Anyway...

Never done much with erotic fiction. So of course I tried something that was more experimental fiction that a straightforward narrative that involves jumping around temporally. I don’t know how happy I am with it. Let me know what you think.

Click.

The sound was familiar. Like the clicking of a pen, or the flicking a switch. It was all Hayley remembered, everything before it being a complete blank. It probably didn’t matter anyway. It probably wasn’t important. All that mattered was her studies. All that mattered was finishing this master’s program. Then she’d be able to have anything she wanted.

Click.

Hayley blinked, shaking her head to rid it of the cobwebs. What had she been doing? Probably nothing important.

She looked at herself in the mirror. All those workouts were really paying off. She couldn’t recall why she had procrastinated so much before. She couldn’t remember why she had felt so unmotivated. She needed to be active. Needed to be active so she could attract the right guys. She’d never really cared about that before, but she wouldn’t be young forever.

She certainly needed to get a new wardrobe, that was for certain. None of her clothes were right. Too drab, lacking in that certain sexy flair that would get everyone’s attention. What had she been thinking? None of this would get anyone’s attention. She needed to fix that, as soon as possible.

Click.

Hayley rubbed her temples. It was almost time for her to go on stage. She’d been working out a lot, taking pole dancing lessons that she took to like a fish in the water. It was wonderful, liberating even. Why hadn’t she done it before?

She’d completely fixed her wardrobe. She barely wore anything at all now, compared to before. It was all too restrictive, it covered too much of her body. She wanted to show it off, wanted people to see it and know how sexy she truly was.

Despite this being her first time, she didn’t feel nervous. Perhaps she should, but nothing about her felt at all anxious. If anything, she felt excited, felt eager to bare it all for everyone, to let them see what she had, to let them cheer her on as she exposed herself before an audience. She couldn’t remember what she had been wanting to do before this; this was her calling. All that mattered was her getting up on that pole, and baring it all for the world to see…

Click.

Hayley busied herself with the camera, making sure it was all perfect. She never imagined that she’d do this. It was too personal, even for her. Or it had been. Had it? She’d already shown herself off in public. What harm was there in masturbating on camera? God, just the idea alone aroused her.

But what to wear? It was hard enough to find anything that was sexy enough. She barely wore clothes at all anymore, for they weren’t needed. Better to be as nude as possible as often as possible.

God, just the idea of climaxing on camera, of showing everyone what she looked like at the height of pleasure… she was wet already. Hayley found her sex drive had increased lately, beyond anything she had expected. Everything seemed to turn her on. Everything seemed to arouse her. She couldn’t look at anyone without imagining herself in bed with them. The things she wanted to do now…

Click.

Hayley never imagined that she’d be doing porn. Admittedly, it seemed like the logical thing to do now that she’d had a boob job. Still, Hayley had to admit that she looked good. Damn good. She was getting turned on just looking at herself.

The director loved her. Her partners loved her. She got into it so easily, slipped right into things so effortlessly. It was beyond simple, beyond easy. She got off just making breakfast for herself. Imagining all the things she’d put in her mouth, imagining all the things that would be put in every part of her…

Hayley had to snap herself back to reality for a bit. They were shooting soon! She had to be ready. Clean. Not dripping wet imagining the director putting things in her like the little slut she was.

Slut. That was a new way of thinking of herself. Hayley couldn’t remember when she started thinking of herself that way. It did make her feel good though. It made her feel really good. Aroused, even.

Again, Hayley shook her head to clear out those thoughts. She had to focus! It was so hard to focus these days though. Hard to think too. She’d found a box full of her old school books that she forgot to throw out years ago, and she couldn’t understand a word of them. They were so boring. This was better. Sluts didn’t need to study, after all. They just needed to put things inside of them. Things like the director’s cock. Maybe she could convince the director and her partner to take her at the same time! That’d be fun.

Behind her she heard the sound of the director’s voice. God she loved his voice! It was so sexy. So arousing. So sensual. So intimate. So… So… So…

Click.

Hayley’s head dropped like a stone, her mind dropping like a rock in the water. Granted, she didn’t have much of one left anymore, he’d seen to that. When he met her, she was a grad student, but he knew she could be more. It’d taken months of course, plenty of work, lots of long, intimate nights… but Hayley was certainly improved. And far happier, if her near constant need to masturbate was any indication.

“Tell me what you are.”

“Hayley is a good slut. Hayley is a good girl.”

“And what does Hayley do?”

“Hayley fucks anyone master says. Hayley opens her legs nice and wide when master says to. Hayley yields her cunt like a good little slut.”

“Good girl. You’re ready now. You’re going to be a good girl. You’re going to want to experiment today. You’re going to want to do all kinds of new things, whatever I want, aren’t you Hayley?”

“Hayley will do whatever master wants. Hayley wants to experiment, just like a good slut should.”

Click.

Hayley shook her head again. She’d spaced out again. She needed to stop doing that. The director wouldn’t like that.

She couldn’t hide the squeak she made when he tapped her on the shoulder; had he seen her spacing out? How embarrassing! She’d need to do something to make it so he forgot about that. Really push the envelope. She needed to show how happy she was that he’d hired her for this!

“Uh, sir? What do you say we do something more… experimental today?”