‘Hi, does Brooke work here?’ Pip asked at the counter, gazing around at the piles of books stacked against

‘Yeah, you can find her doing the stock taking over in True crime.’ The woman barely glanced at Pip as she nodded towards the back of the bookshop. Pip smiled a thank you and walked through carpeted alleyways of bookshelves, browsing past travel and self help, until he turned a corner and his heart skipped several beats.

Brooke stood on a short ladder counting out books on an upper shelf, glasses perched on the end of her nose and a pen dangled between her lips as she furrowed her brow in concentration. She wore a slim pencil skirt, tight white blouse and a red kerchief around her neck. Pip gazed up at her for a few moments, relishing the sight.

‘Hello,’ he said.

Brooke glanced down, and a flutter of confusion and disappointment showed on her face. She climbed down the steps, and Pip heard an audible sigh.

Pip forced himself to keep his smile natural and his palms dry, but he was failing at both. ‘Hiya,’ he continued, ‘I remembered that you worked at this book store and thought I would pop in.’

Brooke approached him, tucking a book under her arm. ‘That’s nice. But I am a little busy.’

‘Yep, I can see that. Just thought it would be nice to see you again. Y’know, after the basement party.’

Brooke curled a long strand of hair behind her ear and moved closer. ‘Listen, that was a one time deal. I am not wifey material so please don’t go asking me out.’

‘Ha,’ Pip blurted. ‘No, nothing like that. I was just wondering if you, ummm, if you wanted to come along to our D&D group? Dungeons and Dragons on Thursday night.’

‘Savannah mentioned something about that. How did you get her to agree?’

‘I think George asked her. It’ll be fun.’

Brooke shook her head and smiled. ‘It sounds weird to me, but I’ll see. Now, if you will excuse me I have books to wrangle and an alphabetical issue to deal with.’

Brooke turned back to her work, and Pip lingered for a moment, then turned and walked out of the shop, not understanding why his emotions were flipping like burgers on a Hot plate.

* * * * *

Brooke crept down the basement stairs and peered round the corner. The lads all looked over, faces grinning. Savannah was already sat at the table, huddled over and rolling dice. She yelled in delight and clapped her hands together.

‘Three sixes mean I get a maximum, huh. Eighteen to add to my already impressive statistics.’

Pip, who introduced himself as the DM (short for Dungeon Master, which made the girls giggle), was running the game. He had developed a fantasy world, and each person created a character to play within that world.

Brooke sat down amongst the group, and after a quick and confusing introduction, rolled dice and jotted down her character. She was playing a Paladin who wore white armour and had a passion for justice,

The evening was, surprisingly, fun for both the girls. Their adventure started in a tavern, full of lusty serving wenches and craven barkeeps, in a town ruled by grumpy town elders who controlled the passing trade through deceit and murder, and by the end of the night the patriarchy had been over thrown, every woman in the town now had access to Free education and a democracy had been firmly established.

The boys heads had spun, as this was both the best game they had ever played, and the most game-changing. Hardly a dice had been rolled in combat, and yet lots had changed in this little part of Pips world. And Pip was ecstatic! He revelled in the challenges, and the role play, and upturning of his carefully prepared adventure.

Brooke was quietly impressed by Pip too. The way he inhabited character, the way he was commanding, but fair. Never a bully, but firm in his decisions. And flexible too, with a fair amount of humour thrown in.

At the end of the session Savannah and George sat at the table, discussing their characters. Brooke took Pip to one side.

‘This is going to sound crazy, but I have a favour to ask. And it’s a no-questions kind of favour that, if you say no too, you can never breathe a word of it to anyone.’

‘Okay,’ Pip said. ‘I’m good at secrets. And favours.’

Brooke took a deep breath. ‘I’m setting up an Adult web cam account.’

She waited for the reaction, the puzzlement, the outrage. But Pip just nodded, a look of earnest interest on his face.

‘Oh, that’s cool,’ he said.

‘Well,’ Brooke continued, ‘I have made a few solo videos, but have not released them yet. To be honest, the quality is not the best, and I really need to up the game in that department.’

‘And, you know I have to ask, but have you thought this through?’ Pip asked.

‘I have, and thank you for the concern. I’ve repeated this in the mirror so many times, my answer seems so rehearsed.’ She smiled and glanced to the floor, building up courage. ‘But I see it as a golden ticket, really. If it takes off and I can build up quite the following, then the projected figures are going to change my life. Sure, I have a nice job, and rent an apartment in a nice-ish part of town. But there is a big wide world out there that I need to see. And I have dreams for my own business.’

Brooke sighed. ‘And besides, I’m not afraid of the stigma or judgement. Ha, if people find out it means they have had to pay for access, right?’ She laughed.

So – – what do you want from me?’ Pip asked.

‘To put it bluntly,’ Brooke’s tone was whimsical, and she trailed a finger down Pip’s chest, ‘I want your cock.’

Pip blushed, and the butterflies that nestled in his stomach suddenly flew south for the winter. ‘Wow. Errr, wow.’

There was a loud crash beside them – as Jack had been swinging his chair closer, all the better to hear what was being said. Obviously the shock had made him collapse in a heap at their feet. He got up, brushing imaginary fluff from his pants. He grinned at the two of them.

‘I’m in,’ Jack said.

And before any of the others could object, Jack continued ‘But… not as a stunt cock, or for my brawny body or anything like that. I’m a whizz at tech, so can ensure things run smoothly, and have an interest in filmmaking. I can get the lighting set up and sound systems as professional as a small budget will allow. I will get the production values into kick-Ass mode.’

‘Errrr, I won’t be able to pay you, at least, not straight away.’ Brooke said, biting at her bottom lip as she processed the situation.

‘Ha – I should be paying you! No, I had fun tonight, and I help friends any way I can. Besides, the side benefits may be cool. Imagine if you start going to conventions? I’ll be able to meet lots of other Only fanners. Awesome!’

Brooke smiled at the enthusiasm. ‘Ok, Jack. I would Love to have you onboard.’

‘And Pip, I’ll have a mask for you. I want you to feel comfortable, but I also want any man involved to have an anonymous persona. You’ll be a faceless character. You good with that?’

* * * * *

Brooke’s Apartment

Pip, dressed in a loose fitting black suit, straightened his tie, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He fiddled with the black and gold mask in his hands, large enough to cover half his face, and stylish. Like a billionaires dom mask from the cover of one of those Adult fiction books.

Brooke was busy with a camera set up, chatting to Jack about focal lengths and the subtle lighting. She was dressed in a patterned summer dress that hugged her figure, showing off her legs, with calf length white socks and slim plimsolls. She looked gorgeous, with her dark hair tied in a bouncy ponytail, leaning over a table in deep conversation. He couldn’t stop staring at her Ass, the perfect shape of it beneath the summer dress. He was suddenly aware that she was looking at him. She flashed him a smile, and he quickly looked away.

There were three cameras set up in the large loft apartment, all rigged with halo lights and a couple of larger lights behind to bounce illuminations from the ceiling. The entire flat was set up like a movie studio, coils of cabling strung from devices, lights, microphones. As professional a set up as Jack could make it.

Brooke straightened up, letting out a long breath between pursed lips, releasing the nerves she felt. Is this going to be the biggest mistake of her life? Or will it be the answer to her dreams?

‘Ok,’ she said. ‘I think we are almost ready to go.’

Jack nodded. ‘Alright people. I want to remind everyone that there needs to be absolute silence while we are running the cameras.’ He glanced up, ‘Apart from the actors, of course.’

Brooke walked around the open plan bedroom, stroking the set of large teddy bears and cuddly toys propped by the headboard. She patted Pip on the shoulder as she passed him, about to say something, but changed her mind and let the silence hang.

Pip placed the mask over his face, slipping the elasticated band around his head. Something about putting the mask on gave him a weird sensation of – – not power, but a differentness. Like he had stepped outside his personality and could be anyone he wanted to be.

Brooke sat on the edge of the bed and stared up at Pip. She tugged at the hem of her summer dress, pulling the material taut across her tanned thighs, and crossed her feet together, feeling the calf length socks rub against each other. Cute as fuck, she thought.

‘Silence on set,’ Jack hollered. ‘Sound, speed, and cameras are… ‘ he pushed a button on the console ‘… rolling.’

Pip approached Brooke, drinking in her looks, her smooth skin, the way the dress strained to keep her breasts in place, the curves beneath bulging. He reached out his fingers, ready to grope her tits, maul at her body.

But he hesitated.

It just didn’t feel right. He backed away, looking around the bedroom, pacing slowly around the bed, and the array of cutesy soft toys cluttered against the headboard..

Jack watched the scene, unsure of what was happening. His finger hovered over the pause button, but Brooke shook her head imperceptibly. Let it play out.

Pip picked up a large teddy bear, playing with it in his hands. It tinkled as he moved it – a small bell on a pink ribbon around its neck. He deftly untied the ribbon, threading his fingers around the ribbon. He grinned. What is a DM without a prop or two?

‘This is a magical choker,’ he held up the bell on the pink ribbon, tinkling it as he walked towards Brooke. He carefully tied the pink ribbon around Brookes neck, a bow at the back, and the tinkling bell at the front. ‘And while you wear this, you do not deny me anything. You have your Free will, of course, but you find my words irresistible. Your urge is to please me, you are rapt to my attention, you will accomplish any task I set you, if it is within your power to do so.’

Pip pauses, keeping eye contact. ‘Do you understand?’

Instead of laughing in his face and telling him to fuck off, Brooke just nods demurely, never breaking eye contact. Pip breathes softly, an unknown confidence filling him. He tugs at his jacket and allows a slow smile.

He reaches out his hand and strokes Brooke’s cheek. Her full, pouty mouth opens slightly, and he inserts his thumb between her lips, feeling the slick wet of her mouth.

‘You have a pretty mouth,’ he said, holding her chin and pulling at her bottom lip with his thumb.

‘Th – thank you,’ Brooke says.

‘Those lips make a perfect bow. Plump and full and they glisten with your lipstick, and the way I can see a flash of white from your teeth. It’s like a perfect blow-job mouth.’

‘Wait… what?.’

‘Oh yeah, I bet those lips made you a very popular girl at school?’

Brooke enjoyed playing ignorant, she concentrated on keeping her face straight, her appearance coy, her lower lip trembling. ‘Wha – what do you mean?’

‘How many guys did you pleasure with that voluptuous mouth? Did every date end with a quick hand job or a suck on an eager young cock?’

Brooke gasped, her mouth falling open. The small bell tied around her throat tinkled.

‘But, I – – I was just…’ Brooke stammered.

‘Yeah? Just what? Just wanted to be liked? Be a popular girl? Or was it something more? Are you just a craven little…’ Pip hesitated over the words.

‘I’m a what? What am I? Tell me what I am?’ Brooke urged, enjoying the tension in Pip.

‘You’re a fucking slut.’ Pip half-shouted, a hoarse tremor in his voice.

‘Oh god, yes I am,’ Brooke cooed. ‘I sucked off half the football team at a graduation party. I’m a dirty slut who loves the feeling of cock being shoved into my mouth.’

‘You do?’ Pip seemed a little surprised.

‘Do you want to try me out?’ Brooke said, staring up at Pip, a wistful look in her eyes.

Pip gathered himself, remembering the role he was playing, and trying to ignore the cameras and lights. ‘Yes. I do.’ He glanced down to his crotch. ‘Undo my zipper, and take my cock out.’

Obediently, Brooke unzipped Pip’s pants and pulled them down to the floor. His cock hung heavy from the bushy pubic thatch, semi-engorged but dangling. She moved her head closer, until she was almost touching it, her Hot breath causing the flesh to stir, then she poked out her tongue and let the tip graze the cockhead. She licked her lips, then ran her tongue slowly up the length of his meat.

Pip flinched, revelling in the warm feeling of her tongue slowly trailing the length of his member. He gazed down at the top of Brooke’s head, his hand unconsciously moving to stroke her hair, trailing his fingers through her strands to the scrunchie that kept her ponytail in place. He wrapped his hand around the ponytail and tugged it firmly.

Brooke gasped, her head jerking back as her hair was pulled, and she looked up at Pip with a wry smile on her face.

‘Did you like that?’ Pip asked.

‘Whatever you like to do to me.’ Brooke purred.

‘Keep sucking, and we shall see what comes next.’

Brooke took the command to heart, and she slid the member between her lips, amazed at the feeling of it’s girth growing and the length hardening in her Hot, wet mouth, the end of his cock slowly pushing at the back of her throat as it grew.

She moved back and forward, one hand holding his shaft, her other hand lay calmly on her thigh. She sucked on his cock in unison with her hand twisting around the base, bobbing her head as she swallowed the length of meat, the tinkling of the little bell just audible above the noise of her slurping.

She felt another tug on her ponytail, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her. She glanced up at Pip.

‘You have ten seconds to make me cum.’ He brought his arm up, and studied his wristwatch. ‘Nine, eight, seven…’

With a surprised yelp, Brooke doubled her efforts, grazing her nails along the base of his cock, pushing her head forward, her lips grazing the veiny length, sucking vigorously.

‘Six, five, four…’

Brooke gulped on the engorged cock, puckering her mouth around the head, her tongue swirling, her hand beating along the shaft, the edge of her palm banging on his lower stomach as she put all her efforts into jerking and sucking.

‘Three, two, one…’

Her head was jerked back, Pip pulling on her ponytail, and his cock popped out of her mouth with an audible smack.

It bounced around in front of her face, swaying side to side like a drunken sailor. The bell around her neck tinkled in harmony to the bobbing meat.

‘Too slow,’ Pip said, shaking his head sadly. ‘I would say I am disappointed. All the cocks that you must have pleasured with that mouth, on your knees as boy after boy shoved his meat into that pretty little pout of yours. And you couldn’t do this one simple thing for me?’

Brooke sat back, gasping for air after her efforts, tears welling in her brown eyes as she stared up at Pip. Where was this going? She thought. Wherever it may lead, it seems like fun.

‘If you seem incapable of a simple Blowjob, perhaps you can show me how you play with yourself?’ Pip arched an eyebrow and gazed down at the loveliness of Brooke.

Brooke nodded demurely, her hands placed flat on her thighs as she relaxed her breath. She was vaguely aware of Jack creeping around in the background, placing another camera, setting up a subtle glow light, checking his focus. She parted her legs slightly so the camera would have a clear view..

Brooke curled her fingers under the hem of her summer dress, gathering up the material as she slowly pulled the dress up her legs, revealing smooth, tanned thighs, until she glimpsed her white cotton panties peeking from beneath.

One of Brooke’s hands slid up her thigh and caressed her mound through the material. She could feel the dampness bloom on her panties almost immediately, and a twitch of pleasure made her feel more excited.

She lay back on the bed and pulled her panties to one side, exposing her shaven Pussy apart from the small tuft of fine black hair at the top. Her other hand slowly trailed up her thigh and, delicately, her fingers tickled around her Pussy mound, tips stroking at the edges of her lips, teasing the area with soft touches.

‘Mmmmmmm…’ Brooke muttered, her eyes half closing.

The anticipation was too much, and her middle finger gently tugged the material to one side and probed the glistening opening, and slowly squeezed it into her Pussy. Her body relaxed, and she shifted her hips into a comfortable position, and inserted a second finger to join the first, pushing them up to the knuckle, feeling her hand pressed firmly against her vulva.

She probed at her Pussy with two fingers, curling them in an upward motion, caressing the insides of her, sending out small tremors of pleasure with each repetition.

‘I would like you to remove your panties.’ She heard a voice and realised she was in a room, with other people, and lights and cameras! Pip spoke the words, and she fluttered her eyes open and nodded.

‘Yes, OK.’ she said.

Brooke removed her panties, rocking her body from side to side, and held them in her hand. Pip took them and put them to his face, inhaling the scent of them.

‘You may continue,’ he said, watching her lying on the bed, half naked.

She gulped, her throat suddenly dry, and she looked about at the lenses focused on her, the lights shining a harsh glare, Jack looking down at monitors, then back up at her. He gave a thumbs up.

Brooke lay down, raised her legs up and propped her feet on the edge of the bed, sliding one hand down to her pubic mound while the other lay comfortably on her breast. Her summer dress slid down her legs and settled around her midriff, exposing her to the room and the cameras.

Her Pussy lips were slick wet, and her fingers easily disappeared into her. First one, then two, and as she caught her breath she slipped a third finger into herself, the three creating a triangle that pushed against the walls of her canal, opening up her Pussy, creating an intense sensation as they slid in knuckles deep.

‘Oooohhhhh.’

She released a wanton sigh, her fingers sliding back and forth, pressing up into her, the knuckles grazing the outside of her lips, the triple-fingers lengths shoving deeper and deeper, the heat from her loins now coursing through her stomach.

Her other hand gripped hard at her breast, twisting the ample flesh around, eliciting a soft, warm feeling that perfectly complimented the finger fucking in her cunt.

‘Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…’

Brooke could feel a familiar tension rise in her lower stomach, the butterflies were now starting to explode in dazzling displays, and a weird vibration was happening between her hips. Her three fingers rotated inside her, twisting like a corkscrew while she plunged them deeper inside, her toes curling hard, the inner walls of her Vagina spasming with every thrust of her hand.

She pressed her feet against the edge of the bed, heels digging down into the mattress, and arched herself up, shoulders pushing down, her body becoming a trembling bridge of lust, her summer dress riding up her taut stomach as her hips thrust wildly into the air, fingers tensed as her Pussy clenched around them – as finally an Orgasm ripped through her body.