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Do Unto Others
By Nick Stark
"It's WAY too HOT to ware any CLOTHES w4m-22" exclaimed the banner on Craigslist. Tom was perusing the Erotic Services section as he normally did on a Sunday morning. Yet, when he clicked on the link, "Amber" was entirely too clothed. Very cute, though, with her little girl smile and tiger-striped stockings on. Apparently, she couldn't spell either, although that didn't bother Tom too much.
"Just another webcam girl," Tom thought, disappointed. Tom loved the fresh-faced Ivory-girl innocence of the 20-somethings, but those girls never actually wanted to meet. They wanted you to pay while they did a show on their webcams.
Most of the "real" girls on Craigslist were big, fat, and nasty, the kind who should have to pay for sex, just as he had to. They promised to do whatever you wanted, though, unrushed, GFE (girlfriend experience), usually for $200 an hour. In Tom's experience, it was never an hour, never unrushed. It was usually a tremendous disappointment, and he could have used the $200 to make a payment on his old, beat-up Honda Civic. The payment was past due again, but his morning sexual need was overpowering his better judgment. He needed some relief.
Tom considered briefly masturbating, using the cute girl's innocent face as his fantasy, but that wouldn't be enough today. He needed something more, some real human interaction, someone who could really satisfy the empty sexual churning. Would he find a pretty one today?
He went down the list, one after another. Another large black girl, legs spread to where he could see her hairy vagina, reminding him of when he was young and had seen a cow's vagina. Every time he saw these big, fat girls with the obvious lack of hygiene, he was reminded of the cow. The bull didn't seem to mind, but Tom just couldn't get past it. He liked clean, nicely trimmed—I'll say it—white girls!
He liked small breasts, too. The smaller breasts were able to defy gravity for a much longer period than those bigger ones, which started to sag and reminded him of udders. "I wouldn't do that if she paid me," he muttered, even though he knew he probably would try if he had a chance. Sambeena was only $60 with her before-noon special. He had seen her before online, and she was always running a special of some sort.
Craigslist was his last try for the morning. He had already gone the usual route of checking his AdultFriendFinder, with no luck. Plenty of hot girls were supposed to be online, but he had to email them. He had actually paid the money to be able to email the ones who caught his interest, but he never got a response. Every now and then, a girl would wink at him, but he was usually disappointed when he saw her picture.
A couple of years ago, Tom had gotten lucky online. While you could view everyone's naked pictures at any time and email them, you had to wait for them to respond. He liked to go to the chat section where there were real girls talking to guys. They were generally very overweight or much older than he was looking for. One girl—her handle was "Justlookin"—chatted with him for a few minutes and very quickly invited him to come over. She was the only girl in the chatroom at two o'clock in the morning. The only picture she had online was her breasts, and they were relatively attractive.
Tom thought, What the hell? What happens this early in the morning doesn't count. Tom had mastered the fine art of rationalizing pretty much anything.
After a ninety minute drive, pulling into a rundown, dark neighborhood in Maryland, Tom met Laura. Not too surprised at how heavy she was, he accepted her invitation to come in. The apartment was made even smaller with piles of dirty clothes and bags of trash lining the walls. The tan carpet was covered with a myriad of unidentifiable stains, faintly reminiscent of a Rorschach test he had once taken. Not a tidy man himself, the place was so dirty, Tom entertained the thought of just turning on his heels and leaving. I hope her bed isn't infested with something, he thought as he surrendered to the urge in his nether regions and went inside.
After some awkward chit-chat, the clothes finally came off, and Tom found himself in the middle of what could be compared to running the Marine Corps Marathon. My dick is too short for this girl. How am I going to get past the layers of fat? In addition, when Tom did the finger test, playing with her vagina and then quickly running his finger past his nose. It smelled like it had been a couple of months since she had had a good douche. Tom usually had a rule that if he wouldn't eat it, he wouldn't screw it. Oh, well, it's two-thirty in the morning. If it goes bad, I'll just kill her, he thought somewhat jokingly, a little surprised at how serious he was.
After an hour of grueling sexual activity, Tom still hadn't had an orgasm. He was completely exhausted, his back hurt, and his dick was numb. His pasty white potbelly was covered with a sheen of sweat, some of which had dripped off him and puddled into one of her many rolls of fat. Rolling off the bed, he said to Laura, "I've got to leave."
Without apology, Tom put on his clothes and headed for the door. Thankfully, the slamming of the screen door interrupted her plaintive, indignant cries as Tom chalked this one up to another bad AFF experience. It wasn't the first time Tom had just had sex and left. Anything gentlemanly about him disappeared once he entered them. After that, it was all about him. Then, "Goodbye, thanks for the fuck."
As Tom completed his scan of Craigslist, he heard his apricot-colored pug, Frannie, begin to do her morning ritual of rubbing her face on the bedclothes as she woke up. Tom liked to refer to Frannie's efforts as "putting on her face," something his mother used to say as she went into the bathroom to shower and put on makeup. Then he heard Frannie come down the little doggie steps he had put up for her, and he knew she would be next to him within moments.
Becoming frustrated with his morning efforts, Tom reached down to pet Frannie while he considered for a moment calling up his ex-wife, Carrie, previous owner of the dog, to see what she was doing, but it was too early.
They had had a very bitter divorce, costing thousands in attorneys' fees, the end result of which was everything they had accumulated together was paid out to attorneys. All Tom wound up with was Frannie, who wasn't even his dog. A few years after the divorce, Carrie had called him up and wanted to have sex with him. Apparently, her search for something better wasn't panning out. She wasn't very pretty, and she was middle-aged, with those sagging udder-like breasts he so despised.
Tom felt blessed that he hadn't had children with Carrie. Turned out she wasn't able to have children, which was very ironic since he had married her because she said she was pregnant.
Searching his brain for other sexual alternatives, Tom remembered a news story he had seen last night on TV. The new wave of the internet—what was the name?—oh, yeah. Going to Google, Tom typed in "Alternity." Sure enough, at the top of the page, there was the ad, "Your first 30 days FREE! We will deliver 24 hours a day!"
"That's odd," Tom thought. A web service that would deliver? Deliver what? What did that mean?
He clicked on the link, and Alternity's website filled his screen with a flashing banner. "YOUR FIRST 30 DAYS FREE!" it practically screamed at him. Looking down the page, he saw a picture of a strange metallic cap with the words, "We will deliver your cap within one hour, 24 hours a day."
Exploring further, Tom learned that you could download the software and see Alternity on your regular computer, but you needed the cap to get the full experience. Clicking through the pages, Tom saw something that made him suddenly very horny. He had clicked on the "Realistic Sex" tab. The first image he saw was the sexiest, most innocent looking girl he had ever seen. She was on her back with her legs spread wide open. Her breasts had that youthful ability to defy gravity and stand straight up, kind of like Tom's penis was doing right now.
There was a Play symbol, which Tom clicked immediately.
"Hi there, Sexy. This is no joke," she said, rubbing herself erotically.
"As soon as you put on the cap, you can be deep inside me. I mean it. The only way you'll know it's not real is because it will be better than anything you've ever had. I want to do what you want me to do. Just fill out the form below, and within an hour, you can be fulfilling your wildest fantasies with me!"
Tom sat back in his chair, surprised at the raging erection he had just achieved. This girl was perfect. Young, sexy, so innocent looking, yet so nasty! Just what he had been looking for!
"Your first 30 days are free, Sexy," she continued to say. "Absolutely no obligation, and we won't even automatically bill you at the end of the 30 days. You actually have to choose to be billed! No credit card needed!"
This was just too good to be true. Tom had some coworkers who mentioned Alternity to him last week. That was on Tuesday, and, strangely enough, they hadn't come into work the rest of the week.
He generally was very busy with his job as a conference planner, and he had just finished a very large conference last week that had taken all of his time for more than three weeks. The absence of his coworkers certainly didn't help. This weekend was the first time he had a moment to even relax. It had been a national cheerleading conference, and a week of watching young girls, just blooming into womanhood with their cute little skirts and perky breasts… Well, it had made him randy as a goat, as they say.
It costs nothing, and—well, I can't believe they would deliver the cap within an hour. I'll just fill out the form and see what happens, he thought, while trying to tear his eyes away from the hot girl on the screen.