Wild Ride (PM Interest)

[AnnieD]

Wild Ride (Closed)



New York is a big place with countless people constantly interacting with one another. It's a noisy place; I don't think that it's possible to imagine the 'big apple' as anything other than a seemingly endless sea of skyscrapers accompanied by construction, chatter and other noise pollution playing a never ending orchestra. It's my city however, and I love it. I was born and raised here, I went to school here and I met my fiance here. Besides, you know that image that you just had of my city? It's wrong. There are so many places within the confines of this metropolitan powerhouse. Among them is my favorite place in the world - Central Park.

http://www.jazzhostels.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/jogging-ny-central-park-photo-cc.jpg​

My name is Elyssa Smith, a twenty-four year old accountant who likes to take time after work to clear her mind. I manage that with my daily biking route from my workplace to my home. It's a routine of mine that I enjoy a lot - I take advantage of it before fall comes and goes, after which I'm forced to commute like everybody else.

"Hey sexy!" a voice called off as I scoffed. Yes, catcalls and verbal harassment were things that I (although I shouldn't have to) deal with on a near daily basis. Especially when I was wearing my casual outfit; namely, a top, denim shorts and sandals. Now I probably should have worn something else to hide my large bust...but I shouldn't have to dictate what I wear based on what perverts yell to me on the street.

http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j341/bubblegumcrush/bubblegumcrush020/009471a0c201b7772a085be06667b031_zpsc1261506.jpg​

Anyway, it was all temporary. I was biking past the busiest part of the park and it would be quiet (as I like it) not before too long.

 

[AnnieD]

(OOC: Bump!)

 

[BurningMonkey]

Jeremy watched as she went by; he'd noticed her before, and now always made it a point to sit at a particular bench at this time of day, just so he could watch those gorgeous mammaries jiggle and sway as she pedaled by. And she never, never disappointed...

God, she'd be a gold mine! he thought as he watched her massive melons fade into the distance. Hell, she even had side-boob when seen from behind, and she wasn't even wearing a particularly low-cut sleeve...

God damn, he had to have her in his stable. His regulars would pay premium just to see those nips--what would they pay to see those globes oiled up with his cock sliding between them? He unconsciously massaged his half-erection as he sat there; a woman walking by glanced over, then quickly looked away and pretended not to see. There were all kinds of kooks in New York...

He smiled to himself. That's right, cunt; pretend you didn't see me. All the while you're getting wet just imagining being pushed to your knees and having this thick rod shoved between your lips...

Well, he had to get her, and that was that. He'd been forming a plan in the back of his head all week, and tomorrow would be a good time to set it in motion. He rose from the bench, re-adjusted his stiff cock, and set out for home...

 

[AnnieD]

I arrived home in good spirits. I went out to dinner with Micheal, my fiance, got home and made myself cozy before reading my favorite Jane Austen novel. It was my daily routine and I couldn't be happier with it. Of course, like all good things it have to come to an end - morning came and with it, the chore of having to go to work and file paperwork for the next eight hours.

Thankfully, those eight hours weren't endless and before too long, I changed out of my corporate outfit in the ladies restroom and found myself in an all too family attire before taking my bike and pedaling towards Central Park.

"Just a bit more..." I thought to myself, as I made my way through the busy intersection and towards my sanctuary. I glanced at my watch and nearly smirked. I swear, I was always on schedule.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Here she comes.. Jeremy thought. Gotta time it just right...

He stood up and pretended to be engrossed in the book he had brought with him, stepping directly in front of her, leaving her little room to stop.

The result was predictable: the squeal of calipers on tires as she applied the brakes, the impact (not too hard--he didn't want to actually get hurt), him tumbling to the pavement...

 

[AnnieD]

I tried to swerve to the left, but the man had appeared in my line of sight too sudden. The wheel on my bike practically screeched against the pavement, then to the gravel before it impacted the unsuspecting pedestrian. To my horror, I fell sideways but thankfully, I was alright. I dusted myself off and lifted my bike. I gasped, realizing that the front tire was busted.

Then, I noticed that the man was nowhere in sight. Of course, I'm not heartless - I looked for him and thankfully found him. He didn't seem too hurt.

Still...

"Oh my god, are you okay?!"

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Ow! My leg!" Jeremy grabbed his thigh and limped around in a small circle for a moment. Adopting a pained expression, he looked over at the Boob Goddess, and said, "I'm...I'm fine...are you okay, miss...?"

 

[AnnieD]

I guess my first glance was wrong - he seemed pretty hurt. Still, the fall didn't look so bad... then again, all it takes is a fall to the wrong side to break something. I glanced around and saw that in this part of Central Park, that there wasn't too many people and it was up to me to help this stranger out.

"Can you walk?" I asked, leaning over before offering my hand "I'm fine, really. What's your name? I'm Elyssa."

 

[BurningMonkey]

Oh...My...God... Jeremy almost came right then and there in his pants--when she leaned over to give him her hand, he had a perfect cleavage shot right down that sweet valley to her navel. No bra, as he had suspected.

Quickly covering his moment of distraction, he took her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Jeremy. Elyssa? That's an unusual name, and a very pretty one." He limped a little more, then said, 'Yeah, I think I can walk okay. I'm sorry; I was just buried in this book and I didn't hear you coming..."

He looked at her bike. "Oh, shit," he said. "Oh, I'm so sorry. You're poor bike--it's ruined! Oh, I'm so, so sorry..."

 

[AnnieD]

I chuckled a bit at his flattery. "Thank you, your name isn't bad either" I added to the conversation, before helping him up and holding him by his side. This, of course, meant that a portion of my breast was pressed against his ribcage (probably in turn making him feel the lack of my bra) but I wasn't in my usual state of mine seeing someone in pain.

"It's okay, really." I said before easing him to sit down. I picked up his book and was delighted at what I saw "Oh my god, you were reading Sense and Sensibility? I loved Jane Austen!"

I know that I must have sounded excited, but I didn't have many friends who actively read, let alone the works of my favorite author. Hell, I didn't even pay attention to my bike...

 

[BurningMonkey]

Damn, today's my lucky day... he thought. First the bike, which being broken was a windfall, then the book. He'd stolen it off the return shelf at the library just before coming to the park...

"Oh, well, you know..." he said, almost unable to speak for the fact that his side was pressed against that glorious tit, "I never read the stuff in high school that everybody else read, so I decided to start reading it on my own. You know, like "Tale of Two Cities", and "To Kill A Mockingbird..." He didn't mention the fact that the last book he'd really read was Fifty Shades of Gray, and had whacked off to every page...

But he couldn't let on that he had a massive boner right now just from brushing against one of those most impressive headlights. It was time to turn on the charm.

"But your bike...how will you get to wherever it is you were going? Hey, listen...my car is just down the street. Can I drop you anywhere, or can you at least call someone, something? This place ain't safe at night, and the sun's going down. I'll pay for the damages..."

 

[AnnieD]

"I love classic literature!" I said with a big grin to my face "You know, I've been dying to join some sort of book club but I don't have many friends that are into reading. Well, you probably know how that feels." I then added with a light hearted chuckle.

As for him offering me a ride home...well, I wasn't so comfortable share a car with a stranger. Still, he seemed friendly enough - but you never know, right?

"Oh, it's okay." I said kindheartedly "I'll just call my fiance and I'm sure that he can help me get home. Besides, I've gone through this path before, it shouldn't be so bad just a few minutes after, right?

 

[BurningMonkey]

Damn! Guess my luck only runs so far... "Well at least give me an address, so I can send you a check. That looks like an expensive bike, and I feel terrible about it. It was totally my fault; I should have been looking."

He hastily scribbled his name and address and email on a piece of paper he conveniently 'found' in his pocket. "Here," he said, thrusting the paper at her. "Tell me how much it costs, and I'll pay for it. Really. Go on," he waved the paper insistently. "Please. It's the least I can do."

 

[AnnieD]

"No no - really, it's okay I - "

My words fell to unwilling ears as Jeremy quickly started scribbling his name into a piece of paper. All in all, I felt bad for this whole event. I mean, I should have been more careful and here I was, taking money from a man that I hurt by crashing into him.

He gave me the piece of paper with his name and address and I took his pen and wrote on a separate paper my own. I thanked him and added:

"Hey, I can give you my number if you want. I mean, in case you want to hang out or talk?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Really? Would you? That would be great! You could explain some of this Jane Austin stuff to me...I'm not the most literary guy in the world, and I sometimes get lost..."

He watched, trying not to drool as she wrote down her number. Guess my luck was in today after all...

"Thanks. And I'm so sorry about the bike, really. Do you want me to wait with you until someone comes to get you? I can at least carry the bike for you until we're out of the park." He bent down to take hold of the center bar...

 

[AnnieD]

"Sure Jeremy and thank you for being so nice." I said with a big grin as he helped me take my bike out of the park and near the busy streets.

It was nice and we exchanged a friendly handshake before he went off his way and I went off my own way. Micheal picked me up, of course and asked what happened to my bike. Well, I know that it wasn't the most honest thing that I've ever done, but I really downplayed the events that have transpired. In fact, I left out the information about Jeremy all together on the grounds that Michael would get jealous.

Anyway, he dropped me off and I was soon back at my small condo. I put on my pjs and got my tea ready when I suddenly received a text...

 

[BurningMonkey]

Hi, Elyssa. Just wanted to say how nice it was to meet you today, even if the circumstances were strange. I very much look forward to talking to you about Jane Austin, or anything else. Sweet dreams.

 

[AnnieD]

I smiled and texted him back:

"Thanks Jeremy! It was nice meeting you too and I can't wait to talking to you about that book, or anything else really. Thanks again for everything. Sweet dreams!"

He was a nice man and thankfully he didn't end up turning to be some sort of lunatic. The city was full of surprises, after all.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Jeremy got out of bed the next morning full of anticipation. His plan had worked like a dream; he was going to get the biggest money-maker he'd ever had into his stable--it was going to be fucking awesome!

He'd gone straight to a bookstore the night before after leaving Elyssa and bought the Cliff Notes for "Sense and Sensibility" and read it through. What a complete and total load of bullshit. Lots of hoity-toity English people galloping around the countryside, being disinherited and having secret engagements and whatnot, and no sex at all, just a lot of protestations of "love" and crap like that. A complete waste of words.

But this was the kind of shit Golden Globes liked, so he'd read it anyway. Women--who could figure them out?

Time to put the next part of the plan into action. He dialed up her number and sent her a text...

Good morning! Hope you had a fantastic night! Hope your bike will be okay. Since you won't be cycling tonight, I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee or a drink after work? I need you to explain some stuff from this book. Talk to you soon.

The trap was set; now it just remained to see if she would take the bait...

 

[AnnieD]

My morning was uneventful as always. I neatly made my bed and organized my files - I had to go over some of the most bizarre, complicated business accounts that you could imagine but hey, it was my job. I wasn't exactly ecstatic about the trip to work; my bike was scrapped, so I had to drive there today. Yeah, I wasn't too crazy about it.

I was about to leave when I suddenly received a text on my phone. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Jeremy. It seemed that he needed help with the book and I figured that maybe it was due for a class or something along those lines. I didn't take anything for granted and seeing as he was willing to pay from my bike, I didn't see any harm in meeting with him to talk about it.

Anyway, I texted him back before heading out:

Thanks, I hope that you did too! Sure, that doesn't sound too bad. Where should I meet you? I finish at 5.

 

[BurningMonkey]

When his phone buzzed, indicating an incoming message, he saw that it was Golden Globes. Yes!!!

He quickly texted back:

Great! I have a later appointment, so why don't you come by my studio? Say, 5:15-ish? The address is... and he listed the street address of the studio. I should be finishing up by then, and there's a great little bistro right around the corner where we can grab something.

 

[AnnieD]

I wasn't much for texting while driving, so I took my time responding to my new friend. That doesn't mean that I wasn't tempted though - I enjoyed the thought that I actually made a friend who shared some of my interests. Yes, I wasn't a complete loner but to have someone to discuss literature to was amazing, to say the least.

I responded once I parked my car:

Sure thing. So I'll wait for you outside? Anyway gotta go to work before you make me late. See you soon

And so began another day of work.

 

[BurningMonkey]

It was a busy day for Jeremy; he had two shoots, and some prospective talent to check out.

The shoots went well enough; the first one was two bi- women in a threesome with him, and they were pretty hot. Not as hot as Golden Globes, but hot nonetheless. The third one wasn't so hot, but she loved anal, and that had its own market. He kept a bottle of antiseptic on hand for when he was shooting her; it wouldn't do to spread any infections to the other girls. He didn't like fucking asses, but it paid some of the bills...

The "checking out" consisted of trying to talk them into, in this order: nude photos, nude on camera, diddling themselves on camera, letting him go down on them on camera, giving him a blow job POV on camera, and finally graduating to full-on fucking. On camera, of course.

He usually started with some "glamor" photos, just to get them used to being sexy and provocative in front of a lens. It was still astonishing to him how many would go farther, even to getting face-fucked and pussy-pounded, all on the same first day. Stupid cunts all thought he'd be able to make them porn stars... Little did they know just how competitive that market was these days. He was lucky to make ends meet with his website.

What he needed was a superstar, and he was certain Golden Globes would be the one, the one to finally push him over the hill into the money.

He left some of the "glamor" photos out from today's shoot, and a few from previous shoots. Not obviously lying about, but easily noticed. This wasn't his first rodeo.

Checking his watch, he put the last few finishing touches on his little vignette, and waited for the bell to ring.

 

[AnnieD]

Minutes to hours, and hours turned into my full eight hour shift.

"Don't worry about me honey" I said while I walked out of the tall building of my accounting firm. I subconsciously went over to the bike rack but suddenly remembered what happened. Right. "I'm just going out with the girls" I lied to my fiance, as I walked across the street - trying to remember just were Jeremy lived again. "I love you too. See you!"

Wearing a tight black tank top and a pair of jeans, I walked a few blocks before ending up at a sketchy looking neighborhood. I actually double checked on my phone to make sure that I didn't wander off, by accident, into the seediest part of downtown New York.

I must have waited outside for stranger at least fifteen minutes until I mustered the courage to go inside. The elevators weren't working, so I made my way upstairs (my breasts, of course, swaying within the tight confines of my shirt) before I came across a door and a door bell.

"This must be his place..." I thought just as I rang the door bell.

DING DONG

 

[BurningMonkey]

Perfect, he thought. Right on time...

He hurried to the door and opened it a crack. "Oh, hi! Come on in; I'm still finishing up for the day. I won't be a minute. Would you like some coffee?"

He led her through the empty halls to what would have been the living room, had this been an apartment. It was sparsely furnished; a black leather couch against one wall, with an end table and a lamp, a desk in the corner in front of a blackboard--he used it for schoolgirl shoots--with a coffee maker and a fresh brewed pot sitting on it, a swivel chair. All four walls were draped with floor length curtains on café rods; it was the easiest way to change the set-up: pull a curtain here, open one up there, and voila! an entirely different room.

Most of the room was taken up with tripods, light stands, three standing video cameras, a couple of still cameras, a sound boom, and two complicated-looking consoles for mixing and editing. Cables snaked back and forth across the floor. Jeremy busied himself coiling one of them up.

"Have a seat at the desk," he called over his shoulder. "I just gotta finish putting some of this stuff away..."

She sat gingerly in the swivel chair, watching him work. The place was clean anyway; he's spent a good two hours on it this afternoon.

On the desk were the few glamor shots he'd left out "accidently". She couldn't help but notice them...