Challenge 11: Picture Challenge

[IsabellaRose]

The Challenge

For this challenge, I've selected 4 pictures, each of a different woman. There are two ways to enter:

1. Write a short story (max 2,000 words) about one of the women that involves the scene/background in the picture.
2. Choose two pictures and write a short story (2,000 words max) that tells how the women from both pictures know each other, or how their stories intertwine.

Post your story as a reply in this thread.

I'll post a poll to vote for winners after the deadline. 

Deadline

Midnight (EST) Saturday, Oct 22, 2022

Limits

1 entry per person

2,000 words max per entry

Prizes

1st Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits

2nd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

3rd Place: 500 EcchiCredits

 

Without further ado, here are your 4 pictures to choose from. As usual, I'll write an entry that won't qualify for voting.

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Edited October 4, 2022 by IsabellaRose
corrected deadline month

[WritesNaughtyStories]

The deadline needs to be revised.

[Aura]

Dang, I guess I missed it

[IsabellaRose]

See what happens when you copypaste to try to get all the details? It's fixed now.

[Aura]

Call me horny but I have ideas for all four of these images... the idea of mixing them together is interesting, too! I'll need to think carefully about this one...

[Aura]

 

"Let me remind you, Mrs. Maurice." His cold voice cut through the stiffening silence as the cold tip of the marker snaked through the skin of my thigh between the lines of my fishnet stockings. It was a twisted game he'd play with me. I'd wear these stockings and we'd play tic-tac-toe on my legs. If I won, I could go home for the night. But if he won, it was another weekend for me. But he always, always won... I hated it. He always saw something I didn't. "You are still just a girl, plain and simple. You will never outwit me." The circle he drew was the third in a row. The stench of defeat made my stomach twist when paired with those words. I hated this man, but I had to swallow those thoughts. I couldn't deny that I needed his money...

"Of... of course." I spoke softly. I hated my voice around him. I spoke like a submissive puppy. Like a good girl. I can't believe I ever wanted this lifestyle. I thought it would feel empowering, using my body to drain the wallets of men around me. I thought back to that old office job... I hated it back then. I remember meeting that new girl who came in to take my place shortly after I'd put in my two weeks notice. I was replaced just like that. Clearly disposable there, too... Maybe I should've been more grateful. I'll never forget that pitiful look she gave me. She understood what she was doing. She was thankful for the position, but concerned. She knew I didn't have a "real" plan. I remember smiling to her with full confidence and telling her it was nothing to worry herself over. She seemed like a sweet girl. At the time, I felt more sorry for her for having to put up with all the idiots that worked there. But now, I'm the one envying her.

"You have another client tonight." The cold voice spoke out again, his hand setting the capped marker into his shirt pocket before resting on my thigh, right below our game, making sure it was clearly visible to me. He used to be a bit more subtle. "We have a client," is what he'd say. It still meant the same thing, of course. He was going to bring me to a hotel and have me fuck some guy who'd paid half upfront and half after. Even still, he'd at least pretend that this was some sort of legitimate business. But I suppose I already know what's going on, I'm already in the trap. They were always clean, at least, that's what I was told. They required tests and stuff. I didn't understand any of that, I just took his word for it. I really shouldn't be so trusting but, dammit, it was all so many words...

My eyes drifted downward at his hand on my thigh. He must've known what was going on in my mind.

"Surely you're not tired already. Most of my girls do this every other night. And you're going to join them soon enough."

Every other night... was that even feasible? "I'll... do better, sir." 

He patted me on my leg. It was supposed to be reassuring, but it felt again like I was being treated like some sort of dog. "Good girl" I can practically hear him say while beckoning me with a treat... I wanted to scream.

"Don't worry, those girls don't get by without a little help... once you're a bit more committed, I'll let you in on a little secret about the way we manage it all..."

I already knew where he was going and it terrified me into a deeper silence. He was going to make me use some sort of drug and I wasn't going to be able to say no. I just froze and continued staring down at my legs. "I'll do... better.. sir." I finally spoke up, my voice far shakier than before. He seemed amused. My desire to scream shifted to a desire just to cry without his eyes piercing me.

To distract myself, I thought back to that girl... Charlotte. She'd given me her number, told me to call her if I ever needed anything. I couldn't understand that level of kindness from a total stranger. But I couldn't get a sweet girl like that involved in something like this. What could she possibly do to help? I had no idea how far this man's power extended, but it was far enough that he could run such an open escort service like this without the police stopping him...

I swallowed my saliva as we approached the hotel. "Room 342. Three hours." the man's voice spoke out to me. I knew not to speak back. But this wasn't like any other client. I didn't know what to expect, but when I arrived at the room, I was greeted to not one or two, but five men of varying ages. Some looked as young as high school and some old enough to be my parents... The time provided made a lot more sense now and my heart sunk as I knew exactly what was going to happen.

A sharp whistle pierced my ears. "Oooh, girlie, we're gonna break you good tonight~" I wanted to run, but where would I run to? I was completely frozen. It was a matter of seconds before I was surrounded, the door was locked behind me, and I was thrown against the wall with hands grabbing at me from all over. My eyes were closed, I felt lips on mine, a tongue down my throat, a hand down my pants, a breeze on my midrift as my shirt was forcibly unbuttoned. They groped me, pulled my hair, spat on me, called me names... It wasn't long at all before I was thrown onto the bed, a knife was pulled at some point and cut into my stockings, leaving a thin red line across my leg. Unless I could make enough to afford more fishnets... no more gambling for freedom...

I didn't even know when my skirt or thong were removed. But at some point these men started ramming inside of me with reckless abandon, tearing at my insides with no care at all how I screamed and begged for mercy. They came inside of me. They mocked me and told me they'd make me a whore of a mother. None of this... none of this was allowed, surely! But I couldn't get out, I was trapped, I was frozen stiff, I couldn't move an inch beyond what they forced me to do. Nothing was about the money, it was all about survival. I did everything they told me, they saw the game on my leg and started writing on me with their own markers... 

Everything else from that night was a blur. My clothes were in tatters. My boss drove me home in total silence.

When he dropped me off, I was given the most harrowing commend he'd ever given me. "That's good money you brought in today. Five clients for three hours. And they want to see you again tomorrow night."

I couldn't take it. I ran straight to my apartment. I cried for several hours straight into the next morning. I couldn't do it again, I couldn't go back. There was only one thing I could think to do. I called Charlotte. She didn't pick up right away, but I left a message spilling my heart out to this stranger who was the only person to show me kindness in the last several years of my life... I got a call back a few hours later, she must've just woken up. I told her where I was and she came to my place to comfort me. She brought me some coffee and hot chocolate "just in case." I couldn't fathom this girl. She was like a super hero to me. Why did she care so much? As soon as she set the canisters down, I clung to her tighter than I'd ever hugged my own mother. She just smiled and gently rubbed my back.

"Don't say anything, I know, I know," She spoke softly and sweetly. Every word soothed my body, made me melt deeper into her... She gently cupped my face in her hands and looked into my tearful eyes. "Listen to me, understand that you are still human. You have rights. You can recover. And I'm going to help you." That promise stole all of my attention away from every direction my mind was scattered.

"You're going to help me?" I replied, puzzled.

"Of course," she smiled back at me.

"How...?"

She looked me in the eye and then down to my thigh. "You lost a lot of games, didn't you?"

"You know about that?" I was confused, and I watched as she lifted her pencil skirt to reveal a series of faded, white lines in the shapes of X's and O's...

"You don't have to pay him back this way, you know. You can't go to the police, but there are other ways..."

"What do you mean...?"

She sighed, clearly reluctant to answer. I wasn't going to like whatever she had to say. "Find someone... willing to take your place." 

It took me several minutes to connect the dots. No, it didn't make any sense... she was a total stranger... I looked her up and down.

"Wait a minute," I finally followed up. "Do I... know you?"

The girl's face turned somber and she gripped her arm. "I'm sorry, Jess," she spoke quietly, making my heart sink. "I did this to you..."

I was stunned. Completely perplexed. She knew my name and I'd never even told her. But as I stared into her eyes and thought about her name... charlotte... I began to recall. I did know this girl... she looked completely different back then. She was shy, quiet, alone... She was a classmate back at high school...

I couldn't believe this... she sold me into this whole lifestyle and I never even knew... This whole time I thought she was just being sweet, but it turns out she just felt guilty over ruining my life... 

"Then... then take my place!" She immediately shook her head. "You... you made me take your place! Now you take it back!"

"I'm not going back! You know I can't do that!"

"I can't, either, dammit!" I began to cry out to her. She started to cry as well.

"I'm sorry," she pulled me tightly into a hug. I didn't know how to react. I wanted to hit her. I wanted to throw her off, but at the same time I understood that she was just as desperate as me. She was a victim, too...

We both paused for several moments, hugging each other in total silence.

"We can't pass this off to anyone else..." I finally spoke to her.

"And I had no right to pass it off to you..." She continued. It seemed like we'd both come up with the same conclusion in our heads.

"Then..."

"We split our debt?"

I blinked and paused for several moments... she really was a sweet girl after all. She was just as scared as I was...

"No," I finally stopped her. "I won't let him touch you. And you won't let him touch me. We're both done."

"Then how?" She questioned, slowly letting go of me and stepping back.

"I don't care anymore. I hate him."

"But we can't just..."

"While having unexpected sex, it's easy to overlook details... Last night, a knife cut my stocking and I didn't even notice."

"You're not saying..."

"There's no more games for freedom anymore. We go together, we pretend to offer sex, and we take our freedom back."

Neither of us knew what would happen, what the consequences would be. But we had to try. We needed to reclaim our lives.

[Cute_Bro]

Awww man, now I feel nervous about posting when such a good story is right there above...

 

 

[IsabellaRose]

1 hour ago, Cute_Bro said:

Awww man, now I feel nervous about posting when such a good story is right there above...

Don't feel nervous! Post your story.   I'm excited to read it!

[Cute_Bro]

Well hopefully I managed to make the girl the focal point of the story, I'll post it briefly, thank you cx

[Cute_Bro]

 

The Rumor by the Lake

 

Late night shifts in the construction site were the worst, especially if you’re the one managing the crane. For one, it’s the dead of night, and depending on the moon that may make visibility easier, or harder. It’s been more than once that you’ve narrowly avoided swinging the crane right into the side of one of the trucks because no moon means everything is black save for right in front of you thanks to the crane’s headlights. The second reason is that since you’re operating the huge machine that takes ages to shut off, and then get down from, by the tie you’re ready to check out, everyone else already has, leaving you alone. On top of that, it’s the middle of August, and that extra gear needed for safety does nothing to make it any cooler for you.

 

However, there is one thing that might make this night in particular worth the heat, the danger, and the loneliness…

 

The rumor. The rumor spread along your colleagues at the site. Theory goes that some who choose to go over to the other side of the lake will find an absolute bombshell of a girl in the loosest of tank tops drinking, without a care in the world of how she looks, or what someone wants to do with her. It's said that if you say the right things, who knows what she'll d with you. You hear it all the time among the night shift workers:

 

“You have no idea; her rack is HUGE. Like one of those college girls that love to party and bang. Looks and acts like one at least.”

 

“You telling me? I copped a feel of one of those, they are firm I tell you.”

 

“That’s nothing boys, I got to suck on hers, and she sucked on mine as well~ Really helped me unwind! Never thought I’d get some girl on girl action in my life, but she was surprisingly up for it!”
 

After hearing this for some time, curiosity would undoubtedly settle in. Tonight you decided was the night you’d find out for yourself how true this was. So you took the journey to the other side of the lake after your shift. Sure enough, there she was, seemingly three cans in, soon to be four as she opened the next one. You try to explain to her that this isn't the place for her to be drinking, but before you can even utter a word, she speaks.

“Yo. One of the workers of the site I’m gonna guess? You sure are later than the others. Name's Jenn by the way. Bet you’re thirsty right?” She hands you the can she was about to drink, while pulling another one out of her bag. She cracks it open, raises it to you, and says “Cheers.” Before going quick to town on downing it all as fast as she can. As you raise your beer to drink, you get a good look at her, and find that the stories were right. She really did seem a college girl built for, and wanting to kick back in whatever way possible. The sweat from the hot summer night seemed to shine and go down her in a way that made her look even better. Stunning red eyes, a soft neck, that deep cleavage from those quite massive breasts, shining from the sweat. A flat abdomen, the only curves coming from her hips that could only conclude in a large ass. You couldn’t see that but the imagination somehow made it even better. The only thing to knock you out of your stupor was her snicker and voice ringing into your ears.

“So…not that I don’t like people looking at me, but if you don’t focus back on your beer, all of it is gonna spill.”

You look down to see that your beer was forming a wasteful puddle right at your feet. She simply smiles and takes your beer, giving you a new one while she downs the rest of the can for you. “Might as well talk, or else you’re just gonna look and spill more. So, how come you’re here?”

 

With that you explained your life to her, and how it is you came to have this job. For having downed now six cans of beer, she sure was attentive. She made comments, she laughed at the funny moments, waved off the sad ones, as if ushering you to move past it. By the time you finished your tale, she had gone through eight cans now, and you through two.

 

"Huh, interesting story. Personally I've had a helluva a more carefree life then you. Hm? By that look, I guess you're wondering what is a gal like me doing around here? Well, if you want the excuse...I'm looking for something. Now what that may be, well, you'll just have to leave that one to your imagination...if any of it's still left not imagining other things~" With a brief wink and a tug to the left strap of her top, she continues. "Anyways, if you want an actual reason, then besides looking for something, I'm also just looking to pull back and crack a cold one."

 

You can't help but look down at the many more than one 'cold one' strewn along the concrete floor and then at her. She waves it off as if it was a common ocurrence. 

"Ah, one, eight, difference? Not a lot. Point is, I just want to breathe a bit. I mean, you might understand that right? Look at you, heavy clothing in this heat? Can't be good for you at all! So come on, lay back a bit! You're off shift right?"

 

Without hesitation, you're suddenly removed of the heavy gear by the girl, leaving you in the much lighter undergarments you had underneath, revealing a body lightly toned from all that time at the site. Such a sight earned you a whistle from the bombshell herself. "Wow, guess that snarky asshole I met two days ago wasn't kidding. You workers really do look great! Well, you more, he was a showoff, I like the more subtle type~" After another wink she then offered you another beer. At this point, much more comfortable around the girl, you couldn't help but notice that the beer was the same model everyone at the site drank...coincidence?

 

"Heh, bet it's your favorite right?" How did she know that? Did someone else who visited her before tell her? "You guys and girls are always drinking this 'round the site, so I guessed this was your favorite. Am I right? Hm? What's with the look? Oh...oh I get it now. 'How does this sexy ass know what beer we all like?' Is that it? Well, let's just say I know this place well...though none of you know me very well!" Well that was extremely odd, someone like her in a place like this, acting as if she could do whatever, and not afraid at all at being alone at noght with complete strangers. Just who was she for her to be so calm in this sort of situation? Every time you wanted to ask her more about her though, she'd laugh it off and invite you to drink more, starting to talk about other stuff. It's in this way that you start to talk about sports with her, among many other things: clothes, girls, guys, space, politics. Before you could even begin to question it all, you were laughing and drinking with this girl as if she were your partner, or as if she'd been your best friend for years. After who knows how long, finally, she gets up and stretches.

 

“Wow...you know of everyone in that site, you’re the only one who has actually managed to tell me your life and been able to keep a fun conversation with me without keeling over drunk or at least trying to cop a feel of me. I like that. Granted, I like the other stuff too, but it’s nice to see not all of you are mindless horny guys and girls.” With that she got up, seemingly fine, which was surprising given the eight cans of beer laying down beside her. Did she drink often? “Well, you were nice company! Not exactly the most thrilling one I’ve had, but one night having just a nice conversation without having to pull this top down sure is a refreshing feeling. I’ll be sure to tell Daddy of your excellent skills!”

 

Daddy? What did she mean by that?

 

The answer would be revealed to you the next day, as you’re greeted by the supervisor of the site, a shock to be sure, considering he rarely talks with the site workers. Hell, you’ve never personally met him until now. What he said though, was even more shocking.

 

“I want to thank you for helping my daughter. She often gets lost around the site looking for stuff I seemingly always lose around here, and this place is dangerous for someone like her. However, fortune favored us both as she found you. You’ve been here quite some time right? How about I give you a raise? Double? Good enough? Great! Now if I have enough time…wait, where is my watch? Ah well, no matter. Come, let’s get the paperwork done.”

 

As you’re practically dragged along by the grateful man, you can see his, rather expensive-looking, black sedan. In the back seat, through the window, you can see the girl, a watch twirling in her finger, looking at you with that same smirk, clearly snickering. The last thing you see before you’re yanked away from the view is a wink, a lift of a tank top, and a bounce of those huge boobs. Clever girl…maybe you should visit her again soon. Who knows what else might happen if you play your cards right another way with the girl at the other side of the lake...

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Rhonda sat at the top of the marina, overlooking the docked boats that rocked gently in the quiet, late night surf. The soft hiss as she popped open her second beer seemed loud over the distant creak of moorings and bumpers against the docks.

She leaned against the fence and turned her eyes to the stars. She supposed that she should be more upset but she couldn't find it in herself. Kevin had dumped her. She should be - something? But sitting here, with the salt air with a faint hint of diesel exhaust from out in the bay, the soft noise of the boats and cold, cheap beer was about as perfect as the night could be.

She sighed thoughtfully and took another long pull of her beer.

"Jesus!" The voice shattered her reverie and Rhonda lowered her head to the gangway from the yard house. "There you are..."

Rhonda groaned outwardly.

"Gina, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Being worried about you." The raven-haired woman replied, pointing casually at the beers, "and with good reason it looks like - you off the wagon now?"

Rhonda looked down at the line, crushed empty, her chestnut hair falling over her eye suggestively, "That was Kevin's thing, not mine."

"Really?" The taller woman, asked, easing on to the bench on the other side of the six pack. "Mind?" She asked, pulling a can out of the plastic ring and lifting the table to open it.

Rhonda gave a little snort and shook her head, "Guess not." She slipped her own beer as Gina took a long pull from the can she'd just claimed.

Rhonda set the can down and waited for her ex's sister to speak. It was Gina's turn to look at the stars.

"Seriously, Gina, what are you doing here?" Rhonda asked, annoyance coloring her voice.

Gina rolled her head against the fence and looked at Rhonda, silent for a long moment before she set her beer in her lap.

"Trying to figure out why. He loves you so much..." Her voice trailed off as confusion over the breakup jumbled her thoughts. She loved Kevin too, and he and Rhonda were perfect together.

Gina lifted her beer and took another swig. She pressed her lips together as of thinking hard about something far away the turned back toward Rhonda, "Why'd you dump him?"

Rhonda spit about half the beer in her mouth and inhaled the rest, "Me!?" She coughed, shock clear in her voice. "He dumped me at the beach today. When you were up there talking to that lifeguard."

"What?" Gina demanded, bolting forward to sit with her elbows on her knees.

Rhonda nodded.

"You're lying."

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know - so you don't look like such a bitch?"

"So..." Rhonda asked, standing up, "you came all the way down here to steal my beer and call me a bitch? Fuck you!"

She snatched the remaining three beers by the plastic and started to turn away when Gina grabbed her arm.

"Shit, okay. Stop. I'm sorry, all right?"

Rhonda stopped herself from swinging the six pack at Gina's head. "Let me go. There's nothing to say."

Gina let go of Rhonda's arm, "Maybe you're right."

Rhonda nodded and started to walk away.

"Why did he dump you, then?" Gina called after her.

Rhonda paused, frozen for a second before she turned around, beers dangling from one hand, "Dunno." She lied. "But honestly, I'm not sad." She took a step back towards Gina and extended the remnants of the six pack to her, "Looks like you need 'em worse than I do."

Gina took the beers, "Thanks, I guess."

"No problem. See ya 'round." Rhonda said as she walked on bare feet up the gangway.

"Will I?" Gina asked Rhonda's back, the woman's round bottom swaying as she walked away.

"You could." Rhonda whispered too softly for Gina to hear.