Butterface
By Eric Robert, EricRRobert@hotmail.com
The annoying psychology student has a trick up her sleeve.


(Author's note: This one is a tribute to two of my favorites: A.J. Brown and
Cactus Juggler. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I hope they
agree.)

Bryan came home late, half-drunk, and checked his e-mail. Four new e-mails
today. Professor, professor, one of the girls he was banging, and ? ha, no
kidding, Kathleen had written him.

He had made an ass of Kathleen a few hours earlier. But what did she expect?
The girl must be socially fucking retarded to ask him out right in front of
his friends, mid-conversation. Even a cute girl wouldn't get away with that.
And Kathleen wasn't cute. Sure, she had an amazing body ? that chick ate her
Wheaties ? but she was just mousy. Her hair was this thin, bland brown. Her
eyes were too small for her face. Her nose was too upturned, like she was
trying to make you look up her nose all the time. Her front teeth were too
big. She almost looked like a little chipmunk sometimes.

She had walked right up to him in front of his three friends, looked up at
him, and said ?Bryan Sullivan, I would like to go on a date with you. Would
you like to go on a date with me?? It was ridiculous.

He had just stared at her dumbfounded for about twelve quiet seconds, letting
the tension build and build, before flatly declaring ?...No.?

Dave had spit out his beer at that incredibly blunt rejection. Kathleen had
turned bright red and practically run away while his other friends joined in
the laughter. And stared at her ass. Fuck, you could bounce a quarter off that
ass. You could bounce a fucking arcade full of quarters off that ass.

Seriously, though, who the fuck does that? Everything was wrong with her
approach. Everything. The bluntness of the offer. Her stupid outfit ? the girl
was wearing these incredibly high-waisted jeans with a low-cut denim-blue
T-shirt, for fuck's sake! Even the fact that she still calls herself Kathleen.
What self-respecting girl doesn't just go with Katie after her parents do that
to her? For a grad student in psychology, you'd think she'd know more about
basic socializing.

Her tits did look pretty fucking amazing in that shirt, he had to admit. He
hadn't even been sure she was wearing a bra. She had the kind of body where
even though she was easily a C cup, a bra was totally unnecessary. Those
fucking things just stood right up and said hello. Why can't actual cute girls
ever have no sag at all like that? The world was a fucked up place.

He read the e-mail.

Dear Bryan:

I am very upset and disappointed by your behavior tonight. I would like to
offer you a compromise. I will come over tomorrow and challenge you to a
wrestling match. If you can beat me, I will leave you alone. Otherwise, I will
send an e-mail to every sorority girl on campus telling them that you have
herpes.

Very Truly Yours, Kathleen.

?What.. The.. Fuck?!!? Bryan exclaimed, even though there was no one
listening. He started typing furiously.

kathleen. you are obviously on drugs. maybe you missed the part where im 200
pounds and you're like 120. or the part where your a foot shorter than me. or
the part where im on the lacrosse team. no one would believe your bullshit
about herpes anyway but fuck, bring it on. seriously what's wrong with you.
the doctor must have dropped you on the linolium. you are a crack baby. you
stupid bitch

He pounded a glass of water and passed the fuck out.

There was a sharp pounding knock at the door five minutes later. Bryan looked
at the clock ? 11:00. The sun was up. Fuck, maybe it wasn't five minutes
later.

Bleary-eyed, he answered the door. Kathleen was standing there ? in a singlet.
A fucking black and white singlet! He thought it was actually a guy's singlet
? there was just a strap of fabric running across each of her tits, leaving
both sides of them uncovered (definitely no bra today!) Her hard nipples were
practically poking through the strips. Her abs and navel were exposed ? she
had a slightly visible six-pack and this perfect little belly button. The
spandex clung to every curve and he could even see the faint outline of her
camel toe. As she let herself in and walked past him, he saw that her ass was
slightly muscular yet soft, perfectly curved, just almost idealized. Her skin
was smooth and soft and tanned all over. Not a blemish or a mole or a dry
patch on her.

She had gotten out of the car in that?? That fucking pervert across the street
must be jacking off furiously right now assuming he didn't see her face. And,
oh yeah, there was that mousy fucking face. She was barefoot on the stoop; the
only other piece of her outfit was, bizarrely, a little quartz prism at the
end of a necklace. Hanging down between her tits. She had shown up in a
goddamn singlet and jewelry. What the fuck was happening right now??

?Kathleen, what.. are you... doing.? Bryan said, holding his head. He'd been
passed out for ten hours, but that didn't mean he didn't have a headache.

?You sent me a written agreement to wrestle me today,? she said, looking at
him quizzically. ?So here I am. Did you just wake up?? You must be so lazy, to
sleep until eleven o'clock a.m. in the morning!?

?It's... Saturday.? he said. ?No one gets up at fucking 8 on Saturday.?

?No, you're wrong, because I'm a counter-example,? Kathleen said. ?I woke up
at 5:30 a.m. in the morning today.?

?Well, la dee fucking da, Kathleen!? Bryan threw up his hands. ?I'm getting in
the shower, so you're just going to have to fucking chill. Don't eat my food.
Don't touch anything. Just fucking suck in silence.? Bryan turned around and
started walking away.

?You have a cute hiney. I like your boxers.?

?Fuck off!!?

Bryan emptied about 40 oz of piss into the head and took an excessively long
shower. When he got out, his hangover was gone. So were his clothes. In their
place was a little pair of black spandex shorts. He stared at them angrily for
a minute. The nerve of this bitch! -Okay, fine, let's just get this over
with-, he thought. His memory of last night as a little blurry, but he thought
he remembered that other e-mail was Danielle wanting to take him to lunch,
then have him for an afternoon snack. He pulled on the shorts. They were
fucking tight. They did exceptionally little to hide his package. He felt
naked.

He walked into the room. There was the little mousy bitch in her stupid
singlet, just standing there in the middle of the room like a fucking robot.
?You took a very long time, Bryan,? she said, turning to him. ?That was rude.
Before we start, let's go over the rules.?

?I know how to wrestle. I pin you to the ground and you admit I'm stronger
than you and then you fuck right the fuck out of my life.?

?It's important to go over the rules,? Kathleen insisted. ?Rule number one. We
wrestle barefoot. Shoes are strictly disallowed.?

?Does it look like I'm wearing fucking shoes?!?

?Please don't interrupt me, Bryan. Rule number two. This is pin and-slash-or
submission wrestling. It continues until...?

Kathleen started to drone on and on about the obvious. Bryan was immediately
bored. He looked around the room, thinking about Danielle's lips around his
cock in, oh, what, twenty minutes? But these weird flashes of light kept
hitting him in the eyes.

He realized Kathleen was fidgeting with her necklace as she talked, twisting
it back and forth. The quartz crystal kept hitting the sun, then the
windowpane where the sun was reflecting off of. A bright flash for the sun, a
dimmer flash for the windowpane. Sun... windowpane. Sun... windowpane. Sun...
windowpane.

?...like an MMA fight, eye gouging is prohibited, and any attempt will result
in a forfeit. Other disallowed moves...?

sun...windowpane. sun... windowpane. It just kept going on, and on, and on.
Flash! flash Flash! flash Flash!

?...the rule about regulation wear is not waived. Singlets or shorts will be
required for all competitors. Fortunately, I have provisioned...?

sun... windowpane. sun... windowpane. Flash! flash Flash!

?...number eighteen. There is no time limit to this match. The match will
con...?

sun... windowpane. sun... windowpane. sun... windowpane. sun...
windowpanesunwindowpanesunwindowpan

His eyes were getting oddly heavy. Katheen's voice seemed to be getting louder
? almost echoey. Almost like it was right inside his eardrums instead of
coming from her.

?Rule number thirty-four. You are still required to wrestle despite being in a
deep state of relaxation.?

That made sense. It was a good rule. Bryan nodded. It was true. He felt so
relaxed.

?Rule number thirty-five. You feel unusually weak right now. Your big muscles
are useless. You could barely lift ten pounds today. You were strong
yesterday, but today you are weak.?

Bryan nodded again. That seemed to make sense. His biceps were big, but no
good. They were bad and weak.

?Rule number thirty-six. You will try your hardest to wrestle. But you are
weaker than a little boy. Even though you try your hardest, it is impossible
for someone as weak as you to win.?

He nodded. That was true, too. Everything she said sounded so true. It was all
so true and so perfect. God, his arms felt heavy.

?Rule number thirty-seven. You think I am the sexiest woman you've ever seen
in your life. I am perfection. You have never seen a woman like me.?

Kathleen looked amazing. Every curve of that perfect body, that cute face,
that perfect upturned nose, those adorable teeth ? dear God, how could he have
not noticed before. His cock sprung to attention just thinking about her,
pushing against the fabric of the spandex so hard the waistband lifted off his
waist.

?Rule number thirty-eight. If I brought you to orgasm, you would be in love
with me forever.?

How could anything else be true? His head moved up and down.

?When I snap my fingers, you will forget all the rules I have tol...?

?Rule number one. We wrestle barefoot. Shoes are strictly disallowed.?

?Does it look like I'm fucking wearing shoes???

?All right, Bryan, if you'd like to waive the formal reading of the rules, you
may wrestle me now.?

Thank fucking God. Danielle was waiting for him, and ? how the living FUCK was
it already 12:30? Okay, he had to take this little bitch down fast. My God,
she was looking hot all of a sudden. He blushed a little as his cock sprang to
attention in the tiny shorts that left nothing to the imagination. He tried to
ignore it. Time was an issue right now. Danielle could take care of that
hard-on.

Bryan ducked and charged low. Kathleen just stood there, making no attempt to
defend. He attacked her with a hard tackle. His body stopped cold. Her little
120 pound frame wouldn't budge. He pushed and pushed, but he couldn't take her
off her feet. His feet slid across the carpet.

He looked up into her eyes. She had a broad smile. ?That was a pathetic
takedown, Bryan Sullivan,? she said. His cheeks flushed red.

He wrapped his legs around her thighs and pulled, trying to knock her to her
butt. Those strong legs wouldn't budge. He could feel the muscles in his
hands. His face was right next to her slit. That singlet was pulled up into
her pussy. He had to fight himself not to lick her. God damn, her scent. It
filled his head. The room was spinning.

Kathleen laughed. ?Are you going to wrestle me or perform oral sex on me?? she
chirped. Bryan was suddenly furious again. Who the fuck says ?Perform oral sex
on me??

Okay, fuck this. He was just going to power her down. He stood up to his full
six foot height and grabbed her hands in his, interlacing their fingers. He
started pressing down forward, but her wrists wouldn't budge. She was taking
everything he had. His teeth were clenched. ?Nnnn!? he grunted with effort.
Kathleen still had that ridiculous smile. ?You're so weak!? she remarked.

Why couldn't he take her down?

Suddenly, she started pushing his hands upward, bending his own wrists back,
and he gasped. Fuck, how could she be this strong? Guys weren't even this
strong!! He was losing ground. His hands were slowly forced up, and over, and
down. Bryan went down to one knee, then two, in front of her, suddenly shorter
than her, staring at her navel, whimpering. ?Okay okay okay..? he gasped.
"Stop.. ouch..."

?I'm not going to let you submit to a test of strength, that's stupid,?
Kathleen said, rolling her eyes. She slammed her hips hard into his forehead,
knocking him to his back with her crotch, at the same time letting his hands
go. The back of his head hit the carpet hard. As he tried to get up, her bare
foot slammed down on his chest, flattening him to the carpet. He grabbed her
ankle with both hands, but couldn't budge her. He was nailed to the floor.

?You're suck a fucking wimp, Bryan Sullivan,? she laughed.

How could this even be happening??!

Now her butt was descending onto his upper chest, schoolgirl pinning him, that
cute face staring down at him. Her pussy was right against his chin. He could
feel her hands snaking into his shorts ? oh, God, no ? he grabbed her wrist,
but couldn't stop it. It closed around his hard cock.

?Kathleen, don't do th.. ahhhh...? he gasped as she ignored his feeble
resistance and began to tug up and down. With her other hand, she yanked his
shorts down around his thighs, freeing his erection from the spandex. It was
an electrifying feeling. He gasped, his body shuddering.

Suddenly, she looked almost sympathetic. ?Bryan, you know, I asked you out
because I wanted you to be my boyfriend. You could have been my boyfriend, and
I would have let all my other slaves go. You wouldn't have ever even known I
ever kept them. I really liked you.? She almost looked sad.

Her hands on his cock were incredible. He couldn't explain it ? some part of
him knew it was an inept hand job, just tugging on his cock like a fucking
teenager. But somehow it just felt phenomenal. It was the best hand job - no,
the sexiest experience, of his life. She was a goddess and she was pleasuring
him and he was so fucking lucky and he was starting to love her.

?Kathleen, please..? he gasped. He didn't even know what he was begging for
anymore. Submission? Release? Affection? The whole room was spinning harder.
It occurred to him he may be losing his mind.

?You'll be my favorite slave so far but you could have been a lot more.? Bryan
was barely listening. His hips were bucking up and down almost against his
will. It was so good. It was unstoppable. ?OH FUCK!? he cried as his whole
body shuddered, long white ropes of cum shooting out of his cock.

She was amazing. She was a goddess. He was the luckiest man on Earth to have
her sitting on his chest.

She got up casually and fixed her hair, shaking her head down at at him almost
sadly, half-disappointed. ?Okay, slave. I guess you belong to me now. You can
break up with your other sluts later. Now bury your face in my ass.?

Getting weakly to his hands and knees, his shorts still around his ankles,
Bryan crawled to Kathleen. He took her by the hips and shoved his face into
her ass. She was living perfection. She deserved nothing less.