The following story was written back when the great aura of mystery surrounded the new millennium.  Would Armageddon come?  Would the world end?  Would our computers and electricity fail?  Would the prisons automatically unlock and discharge their contents?  Would fire and brimstone rain down upon the Earth?  Well, this dealt with very little of that, but it allowed me something to do on a slow day at work one day.  So, without further adieu, if you are interested in one man’s suggestion as to what could have happened (and perhaps did, somewhere and sometime), then read on.

New Millennium
November, 1999
©Jason Halstead

	She always seemed to be the center of attention, and tonight was no exception.  Dressed in a sexy new black dress that clung to every curve of her body, there was no denying her beauty.  The small crowd of hopeful guys that surrounded her nearly tripped over themselves trying to impress her.
	Moving through the crowd of the party, a glass of champagne held in each hand, the man slipped back beside her.  She smiled gratefully at him as she took her refilled beverage.  The man smirked as the surrounding crowd began to disappear with looks of defeat on their faces.  A few diehard suitors remained, but even they soon learned they had no chance.
	“How’s your champagne?” The man asked, putting his mouth near her ear.
	Smiling at the sexiness of his voice she raised her drink to her mouth and took a sip.  Lowering it she looked at him and licked her lips.  “Very tasty.”
	He slipped his hand onto the small of her back and turned to survey the crowded room.  “Yes, you are,” He commented, his voice low enough so that she could barely make out his words.
	“All these people, waiting to celebrate the turn of the millennium.”
	He nodded, trying hard but failing to keep his eyes off her.  “Yes, including us, so we’re not any better then they are.  All of us celebrating and enjoying being alive, but deep down inside wondering if it’s all going to end.”
	She laughed lightly, her fingers resting on his arm, sending tingles from their touch.  “I don’t care if it does, I’m with the person I want to be with, and I’ve lived my life as best as I could.  If it ends, I did it as good as I could.”
	He nodded, realizing so many of her words she learned from him over the years.  “You’re not afraid?” He teased her, drawing closer to her.
	Fighting the urge to lose herself in his penetrating stare, she responded, “As long as I’m with you, what is there to be afraid of?”
	Then they were kissing, their lips burning as they connected.  She felt as though she was drowning in a sea of longing, but she did not care.  After a few to short moments, he pulled away, smiling at her hungrily.  She was having trouble finding her breath, and her face was flushed.
	With weak knees she said, “I think the champagne is getting to me, I need to lie down.”
	He knew it wasn’t the champagne, but went along with it anyhow.  “You’ll miss the ball drop if you go back to our room.”
	“We can turn it on there, and besides, that’s better then passing out here and causing a scene.”
	He nodded at her while inside he thought of the scene he would like to cause with her.  He snapped out of his thoughts and offered her his arm, escorting her back to their room in the hotel.
	Once in the elevator they were alone.  He turned to face her and pushed her up against the wall of the elevator.  Stunned, she could do nothing as he kissed her passionately.  Finally she began to respond to the kiss, but as soon as she did he pulled away from her.
	Breathing hard, she wanted to ask him what was going on.  She never had the chance though, for he attacked again.  This time he grabbed her hands and put them behind her back, pinning them against the wall of the elevator.  He kissed her roughly again, their tongues wrestling over the battleground of their mouths.  His leg pressed between hers, pushing against her.
	She moaned in his mouth, wanting him badly but afraid to act out.  As they continued to kiss his free hand came up to fondle her breast through her dress.  Due to the low cut in the back, she wore no bra and after a moment of his caressing, her nipple was sticking out through the glittery material.
	To soon, the elevator stopped and they separated.  Standing beside her, he kept her hands pinned behind her back.  The door slid open and another couple got on.  The new couple smiled at them and pressed a button.  The doors slid closed and they were again underway.
	The man’s hand slipped down behind the girl.  It left her hands forgotten behind her and gently slid over the curves of her ass.  It stopped at the bottom of her dress and rubbed the stockinged legs immediately below.  Growing courageous, it began to slowly slide up her legs, raising the hem of her dress in the rear.
Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she hoped that the other couple did not notice anything.  At the same time, she hoped that they would.  She wanted him to stop what he was doing.  Then again, she also wanted to tear his clothes off and have her way with him!
He smiled as he noticed her breathing catch in her throat.  His hand slid higher and higher.  He brushed his fingers against the crotch of her panties, making her squirm.  He pressed again, a little bit harder this time.  She squirmed again and managed to part her legs a little more, in spite of herself.
“Are you wet?” He whispered into her ear, teasing her with his finger on her panties.
She nodded, her eyes staring straight ahead but seeing nothing.
“Do you want me?” He whispered again.
She nodded again, trying to push her hips back and down on his finger.
“How bad?”
She turned her head and gazed into his eyes.  “Very bad!” She whispered, her voice husky in spite of the low tone.
He kissed her then, ignoring the other couple.  She responded by attacking his tongue with hers.  He broke the kiss abruptly and said, “Look ahead again.”
She did as he told her, though she wasn’t sure why.  She just knew it turned her on to do what he told her to.  She turned to look at the other couple and saw them watching her.  She smiled at them and returned to look at the doors of the elevator.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” He commanded quietly, his fingers now picking at the edges of her panties, teasing her more.
Her eyes got wide at his command, unsure of how to respond.  He sensed her problem and, in a sudden move, slid her panties aside and plunged a  finger deep inside her steaming pussy.
She shuddered in pleasure and moaned out, “Oh God!  Please fuck me!”
He pulled his finger out of her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting.  The other couple stared in shock at her.  She turned to face him, embarrassment making her redder then normal.  He moved so that the other couple could see them clearly, and he held up his finger, wet with her juices.
“Lick it clean,” He commanded, not whispering anymore.
Embarrassed, but too turned on to deny herself, she opened her mouth and began to sensuously lick her juices off of his finger.  She ended it by sucking it in her mouth, pretending it was his penis.  The other couple was quickly forgotten.
The elevator dinged again, this time to announce that they had arrived at their floor.  They exited the elevator, leaving a very surprised and turned on couple behind.
They rushed to their room and once inside they started tearing off their clothes.  Once naked she tried to pull him onto the bed, and from there into her.  He would not have it.
“Get me hard,” He commanded, looking down at his semi-erect cock.
“Get yourself hard and just fuck me!” She responded, nearly begging him.
“Listen up you slut, if you want my cock in your pussy then you need to get me ready for it.  Then I’ll decide if you deserve it!  Now suck my cock you dirty whore!” He said at her, his voice becoming menacing.
She was surprised at the threat, but a part of her was even more turned on by it.  She dropped to her knees in front of him and took him in her mouth.  She licked up and down his shaft, causing him to breathe heavily.  Then she used her tongue to tease the slit at the end of his cock, knowing that sent tingles up his spine.  Her hands slid up his thighs, coming to rest at his hips.  One hand slid over and began to gentle fondle his balls, caressing them and rolling them about.
He moaned as she succeeded in making his cock feel as stiff as steel.  Knowing how good she was at sucking cock, he decided he’d better have her stop before it was to late.
“On the bed now, slut!” He ordered.
Reluctantly, she stood up after giving his cock one last kiss and sat on the bed.  Her pussy was on fire and she needed him to quench it so badly!
“Lay back and masturbate for me!”
Not questioning anymore, she instantly did as he told her.  Laying on the bed her fingers quickly found her hot slit and began pushing against her clit.  Her mouth opened and she moaned, yet the entire time she stared at him, silently pleading for his cock.
Absent-mindedly he stroked his cock to keep it hard as he watched her finger herself.  She was so hot and horny that her juices were running out of her pussy down the crack of her ass.
“Finger your ass,” He told her, moving to sit on the bed next to her so he could get a better view.
Her finger dipped deep inside her pussy then slid down to her beautiful rosebud.  She teased the opening a little bit, but she was so hot and it was already so wet from her pussy that plunging her finger in to the hilt was no problem.  She shuddered at the feeling and had a mini-orgasm right there.
“You just came, didn’t you?” He demanded, his voice hard as steel.
She nodded, ashamed that she got off in such a way, especially without him.
“Get on your knees and lean over me, you were a bad girl!” He instructed her.
The shame of what he was asking nearly made her not do it, but the punishment for denying him scared her more.  She assumed the position, feeling like a naughty little girl about to be punished.  Which was exactly what was happening.
CRACK!
She sucked in her breath as his hand came down on her ass hard.  It wasn’t painful so much as surprising.  Two more smacks and her ass was tingling and numb.  Her pussy was hotter then ever though!  Her juices ran down her legs, making her feel like the cheap slut he insisted she was.
He picked her up and laid her back on the bed.  “I didn’t give you permission to cum,” He explained.  “Are you going to let that happen again?”
“No,” She managed to stutter out, her voice very husky with lust.
“No what?”
“No Master,” She said, feeling shamed at admitting his superiority over her.
“That’s better.  Now spread those whore legs of yours and let me see that slutty pussy!”
Instantly her legs flew open, revealing herself to him.  He reached over and began to tease her with his fingers, rubbing up and down her slit and making her want to beg him to fuck her, or at least put his fingers inside of her.  “Please!” She finally whispered.
Smack!  Right on her pussy.  “I’ll do what I want when I want to, got that slut?”
“Yes master,” She whimpered, the smack on her pussy had hurt, but it had driven her wild and nearly made her cum again.
He positioned himself between her legs then, his own passion having risen so much that he couldn’t hold back anymore.  He teased her a little more by running his cock up and down her slit, rubbing it against her clit and drawing gasps of pleasure from her.
“Does my slut want my cock buried in her pussy?” He asked, pushing the head against the opening of her hole.
“Oh God yes!  Please ram your cock in my pussy and fuck me hard!” She all but screamed out for him.
“You didn’t say Master,” He said to her.
She looked at him fearfully, afraid he was going to take his cock away from her and deny her.  Instead he chose to punish her by thrusting in deeply.  Her breath escaped her as stars exploded in her head.
She was so wet and turned on that he slid in all the way without a problem.  Burying himself inside of her he stayed that way for a moment.
“Don’t let it happen again!” He said, thriving on the excitement and the tension.
“Oh…Yes Master!” She said, lost in the feelings of his hard cock in her pussy.
Satisfied, he began plunging his cock in and out of her.  His balls slapped against her ass with every thrust, turning her on more.  He leaned down and took one of her nipples in her mouth and began to nibble on it.  Sucking hard, he alternated biting and licking it.  Then he switched nipples, slamming his cock into her rotating hips over and over again.
“You may cum now slut!” He told her after a several minutes.  She moaned and came almost instantly.
Her orgasm flooded her pussy even more, and he found that stroking in and out of her was almost effortless.  The entire evening had turned him on very much though, and he could feel the tightness building up in his balls.  Slamming into her hard to prolong her orgasm, he shuddered as his own began.
She was beginning to come down from her orgasm when she felt his body stiffen and his cock begin to throb in her pussy.  Then she felt it spurt inside of her.  She felt the hot warmth of his cum as he filled her pussy with it.  That brought her to another orgasm, not as powerful, but more emotional and wonderful.  She stared into his eyes and felt her love for him grow.
They lay there in bed, with his slowly softening cock buried in her.  Finally he rolled off and lay beside her.  She curled up against him, using his shoulder as a pillow.  He turned on the television and saw they had 2 minutes left until the ball dropped.
“I love you,” She whispered.
He looked at her and smiled warmly, “I love you too.”
They held each other and watched the ball drop.  Her hands played with the hair on his chest while his caressed her back and side.  Finally the countdown reached the last 30 seconds.
“I’m scared,” She admitted as a sudden feeling of fear came over her.
“Shhh, there’s nothing to be afraid of, it’s just another year,” He tried to calm her.
She nodded.  Of course it was just another year, but something still frightened her.
The count dropped to the last 10 seconds and the final countdown began.
“Ten,” The said together, chanting in unison with the crowd at Times Square.
“Nine.”
“Eight.”
“Seven.”
“Six.”
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
“Happy New Year!”
The hugged each other tightly and suddenly the television got quiet.  They looked at it quickly then to each other.  He shook his head in disgust.  “Some jackass must have screwed up something in the code.”
She opened her mouth to reply when the lights and power went off in their room.  She clutched him tightly instead and closed her eyes.
“Relax, I’m sure it will come back on in a second.  Either someone is playing a prank or the power company is screwed up to.  It’s okay!” He hugged her tightly to reassure her.
She opened her eyes and stared out the window, noticing all of the city was dark.  She gazed up at the stars and the moon, the only source of light left.  She blinked to make sure she wasn’t being delusional then.
“Oh my God, look at the stars!  They’re disappearing!”
He followed her gaze and watched as the stars began to blink out more and more rapidly.  Soon the only thing left was the moon, then even that disappeared from the night sky.  The clung to each other in shock and fear.  It was so dark they could see nothing at that point.
Then their vision returned as the walls began to glow with a strange light.  They looked to each other, knowing it was over.
“I love you,” The both said to each other.  Then they kissed as the last of the world faded away.