Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.

Wednesday

The Boss, his daughter, and J

J was in complaining mood.
He'd been wondering why the Boss had been so good to him. And now he was convinced that he'd found out why, after all.

The Boss wanted to marry off his little girl, trade her for his, J's, little place in the House. A place at the high table in The Wall Street House the Boss had built.
Apparently, the Boss was about as subtle as a House pre-dawn takeover bid.
But what's the complaint?
What has ever changed?
The rich bazaar merchant, his marriageable daughter on the shelf, her prospective husband—and the husband's dowry?
How to move otherwise unwanted merchandise by making a special offer of a discount daughter with House coupons attached.
Has it ever changed? The rich man, his daughter, her fiancee, the finances, some finessing.
Maybe J should have been glad he was worth finessing, but he wasn't in the mood to hear it.
Or so he said.
Probably he wasn't complaining after all. More like boasting.

Thursday

Sexy implants

Bumping into a cocktail waitress who worked the casino floor, he saw her look down to her breasts.
Again, she looked.
Then, God, it dawned! Her implants had been done! They were bigger, more rounded, closer together—more sexy than they had ever been.
But, see, the irony had obviously escaped her.
Her implants had been done to make her more sexy. A point reinforced even as he examined them while she balanced her drinks tray, and allowed his inspection to pass. Here she was, faking a so-called erogenous zone through having wasted and destroyed under the surgeon's knife whatever feeling she'd ever had there. This 'erogenous zone' now comprised two unfeeling implants!
Not only had a basic numbness resided between her legs, but now also did it reside in her fake breasts!
And no doubt should some unwitting male ever fondle either sexy looking implant, she would fake some kind of ecstasy!
'Beautiful, really beautiful,' he faked.
And, pleased, she swept away.

Friday

How she finished with her virginity

"Lie on your back. Take your pants down. Keep your legs together."
Aha, at least this one was functional. Hard, very functional. Hooooray!
So he was easy, very easy to mount—to cap. Especially when wet.
"And now I'm going to fuck the come out of you."
''I jest...
''Shut up. And keep your legs together."
''Cain't I...''
"I said, Shut up!"
She topped, capped and trapped him. Draped and covered him in silky, wet velvet.
And proceeded to fuck the come out of him.
Which took no time at all.
She felt the wet, but hardly any emotion. And she got very little from it, except this: She'd finished with something troubling her, pestering her—her virginity.
Felt like, Good...she'd done it. Dunnit!
Surpisingly, we all believed her.
She was telling us how she lost her virginity. Weird story, but we all believed everything she said. And the guy was a biker!