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Challenge #11 is posted!

The Challenge For this challenge, I've selected 4 pictures, each of a different woman. There are two ways to enter: Write a short story (max 2,000 words) about one of the women that involves the scene/background in the picture. 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.

a fundraiser from my neice... $23 for a pumpkin pie? I can make one from scratch for like $6 if I go buy fresh pumpkins! Sheesh.

Miranda was soaking wet, and @Kano's fingers were drenched when he teased between her legs. For all her arousal, she maintained a modicum of control over herself, returning his kiss with a fiery passion, moaning into his mouth as his fingers teased forth more arousal. She pulled back from the kiss, her voice heavy with lust. "I like a man who knows what he wants," she said to him, then turned her back to him, rubbing her ass teasingly across the bulge at the front of his pants. She leaned back against him, bare back to his shirtless body, ass grinding into his crotch, her shoulder blades rubbing against his chest. She reached one hand back to tug his head forward, tilting her head to give him full access to her neck, ear and cheek, while the other hand reached back to his ass and pulled him toward her harder. "Whatever you want," she said breathlessly, "can be yours."

Miranda was nude now except for the collar, garter belt, stockings, and heels, and she danced with abandon, her body on display for the entire room. As she saw the reaction she was getting from the various people around the room, she nearly moved back toward Buck and Sonja, but then the man at the bar removed his shirt. She saw tribal tattoos on rock hard abs and wanted to touch them, so that's where she headed. When she stood before him again her smooth skin was fully on display for him, and she moved only for his eyes, making sure he had a chance to see her curves from every angle. She did a spin that ended with her facing him, face inches from his, hands against his chest. Slowly, she let first her hands, then her entire body slide down his, fingertips moving from collarbone to pecs, down across well-defined abs, to the edge of his belt. As her hands teased along his waistline, she slid her face back upward, cheek pressed to the bulge in his pants. She moved her enter body up and down so that her cheek or chin rubbed against the hardness within, then she turned her head, opened her mouth, and let her lips outline the monster she felt trapped within his pants. Her hands traced the size of it, squeezing and pressing through his pants, and she moved back to a standing position. She faced him, her body moving against his, one hand still stroking him through his pants. She was hungry for what she felt, and her eyes told him how badly she wanted him. "There's no rules here, baby," she said as her lips nearly touched his. "Take what you want." Her mouth was millimeters from @Kano's, eyes staring into his, hand sliding along the bulge in his pants, her naked body his for the taking.

Miranda felt him pressing insistently against her through his pants and grinned. She looked down behind her, watching her own ass as she rubbed slowly up and down against him, letting her bra slide off as she did. She looked back up to wink at him, then turned quickly to face him. She pressed her hips to his body and placed her arms on his shoulders to either side of his head, sliding her hips back and forth against him and smiling seductively, her breasts swaying before him, her nipples pointing hard at him. She leaned in close, let her lips brush his ear, their cheeks nearly touching, feeling the heat of his body, a sensual thrill running through her body. "Thanks for the assist," she whispered into his ear. When she pulled back slowly, letting her fingers trail along his cheek, she winked and danced away, moving back toward the center of the room. The red light still hadn't lit. He was pushing her limits again, and she wanted it to end. She didn't trust herself naked in a room full of attractive men and women. But he had give her a command, and she had to follow it. She slid her panties down slowly as she danced, then untied the sides and flipped them off and away across the room. She was clean shaven, and spun spread her legs wide, putting herself on display for the room. She kicked high, bent low, exposed every inch of her most private places to everyone in the room one by one.

Do you want to fight Johnny Law?

Miranda's phone buzzes one more time. She raises it to look at the screen. 'Strip. Don't stop until you see the red light. Give you purse and phone to Philippe.' She knew the light he meant. It was the one over the bar, the one he'd used to signal her before. But who the hell was Philippe? A man approached the table where she danced, offered her a hand. She took it and he helped her down from the table, then held out his hand like he expected a tip. Miranda looked at him, confused. "I'm Philippe," he said, and she handed him her phone and purse without comment. Now that she was on the floor, she really started to dance. Solid ground made her footing much more stable, and even though the heels were high, she had danced in them before. She spun between the tables, arms over her head then behind her back, flowing through moves with fluid precision. Slow movements unbuttoned her blouse, and she let the fabric move around her body, hinting at the bare skin beneath. A flash of her black bra, then the shirt closed over her body and hi everything from view. The blouse came off in an almost casual yet practiced move, tossed onto the back of a nearby chair as her head went back and her arms went up, exposing pert breasts pushed up beautifully within her black, lacy bra. She moved toward Buck, danced around him where he sat with Sonja's sleeping body resting against him. She ran her fingertips over his shoulders, along Sonja's arms, then spun slowly in front of him as her skirt slid down her legs to pool around her heels. She stepped out of the skirt with confidence, turning again to press her ass toward Buck, the tiny black panties close to his face, the black straps of her garter belt a stark contrast to her smooth white skin. She smiled at Buck, blew him a kiss, and stalked toward the bar, still dancing, now only in her underwear, directly toward @Kano. She stopped a few feet in front of him, glanced up at the unlit bulb, and proceeded to dance for him. She got down on all fours and crawled forward, keeping eye contact with him as much as she could, her arms pressing her breasts together showing him deep cleavage. When she got right in front of him, she stood with a casual yet practiced grace, dancing right in front of him, nearly touching. She looked into his eyes, a sparkle in her own, and a flirty smile played at the corners of her mouth. She turned away, then pressed herself back against him, her ass rubbing teasingly against the front of his pants, hands on his thighs. She turned her head to look behind her and whispered, "unhook me?" She glanced down at the braw strap across her back and continued moving her hips, her ass grazing the front of his pants.

Who's going to tell you it's not?

Why don't we each make our own monsters?

VOTING IS OVER!! Congrats to @NyxAvatar69 for their first place win! Congrats also to @Aura for coming in second and @Marious for third place! Prizes have been sent!

Which would you prefer?

Is that the only sugars you consume?

Miranda continues dancing, trying to lose herself in the music and forget that people are watching her. Standing atop a table in the middle of the room, she moves slow and sensual, mostly just wriggling her body and moving her arms, afraid of falling on the dangerously high heels atop the table.

Miranda eyed everyone around the room, watching the action on the nearby table and the inaction at the bar. She wondered what else she would be asked to do, but until she received further instructions, she was stuck on this table dancing for the room, none of them aware of the commands she was receiving. They probably just think I'm some girl who stumbled in here after work, had a few too many, and got frisky. What do I do if someone approaches me? She was a little nervous about what her Master would tell her to do.

"It's a twisted game we play," she said, smiling softly. She suddenly straightened as a jolt of ecstasy vibrated through her body, her teeth clicking shut as she tried to exert her self-control. It was harder than it should have been. The vibrator was humming from low to high setting over and over, and she practically shivered in unspoken delight. It suddenly stopped and she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her phone buzzed and she took it out of her purse and glanced at the screen. 'See that table?' was all the text said. She looked around and noticed an overheads spotlight suddenly shine on an unoccupied table in the center of the room. She nodded almost imperceptibly. Her phone buzzed again and she looked at the screen. 'Climb up onto it. Dance for the room. Now.' Miranda smiled politely at Buck. "Excuse me," she said, getting up from the table. "Duty calls." She walked slowly in her very high heels to the table in the spotlight. She pulled out a chair, stepped up onto it, then up onto the table. As she climbed up, music came up from silence over the the sound system. She didn't know the song, just that it was a song that started with a good beat and background violins she'd heard before but couldn't name. She started to move to the music, rolling her hips, arms moving up over her head as she started dancing, feeling ridiculous in the white button down blouse and pencil skirt, like an office woman or librarian trying to get crazy after too many drinks.

Less than 24 hours to go for writing challenge voting! make your opinion count! (I think? I'm not sure when midnight on 10/3 is going to be calculated and actually disable the poll... it might not be in my time zone! It could be in only a few short hours!)

Miranda felt the vibrator tucked into the special pocket in her panties come to life. It was perfectly located directly over her clitoris and sent a jolt of sensation through her body. She glanced toward the corner and the camera concealed there, knowing the remote control for the vibrator was held by the mysterious stranger watching her over the security camera feeds. "Sorry, Buck," she said, her face flushing slightly as she took a deep calming breath as the vibrator was turned up to a higher setting and sent thrills of sensation through her body. "I'm not allowed to touch myself or anyone else until my new Master says I can." She ran a fingertip along the collar around her neck. "He likes to play games almost as much as I do."

Do you ingest a lot of sugar?

Miranda leaned back in her chair, emotionlessly observing the two fucking wilding before her. She quirked an eyebrow at Buck, then her gaze moved back to his massive cock ramming in and out of Sonja's tight asshole. She watched with an amused expression, getting an up close and personal view of Sonja and Buck's privates as their bodies slapped loudly together. "Thank you, Buck," she said. Her voice was calm and unemotional, not at all like the nervous and easily excited woman that Buck had fucked just two tables over the last time they saw each other here. "You certainly do know how to put on a show."

Or would you rather just snap a photo of the real sugar monster?

Miranda walked in from a back room to see Buck (@Cash Money Chad) hammering Sonja (@onearmeddruid) on a table. She grinned. Buck was always up for a fuck. She wondered if he took anything to keep it hard all the time, or if he just got hard more frequently than other guys. Miranda wore a plain white button down shirt and black pencil skirt with black stockings and black, uncomfortably high, four and a half inch heels. Her only jewelry was the black leather collar that denoted her status as an owned submissive. She glanced around the room to see some anonymous regulars before she caught sight of two newcomers at the bar. Her eyes flickered over @Senshi, watched her scan the room, that short skirt flashing more leg than she probably knew. She's pretty, thought Miranda. I wonder if she'll join in the fun, or just sit and watch. She saw @Kano covered in tattoos, his violet eyes piercing. Mmm, she thought. Nice muscles. Maybe we'll get to see him take someone in here. I'd like to see that body in action. Miranda took a seat at a table near Buck and Sonja, crossed her legs, and leaned back in her chair to watch. Buck really knew how to fuck a girl. Miranda knew that firsthand. She grinned as she heard Sonja moaning and crying out.

Are you the type to worry about much ever anyway?

Do you think I'd judge you for that?

@Pixel Two people in therapy have some extra tools at their disposal. We've tried this relationship thing a few times now, and this is the "entirely too honest" version that either works or makes us give up forever. When was the last time a bodily function embarrassed you?