The Goth by Karen Blayne

Oh bye the way, red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne. All copies must be of the complete document.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org and they may anything with it. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

Luv Karen

Well that was depressing, “December is always slow because no one wants to hire before Christmas”, but what about me just arrived in town and looking for a job?

 “So looking for a job then?” I looked up to see a Goth. “Well…” She looked me up and down, “Graduate are you? And let me guess they told you no one is hiring before Christmas but with a bit of luck they should be able to find you something in January at $25 an hour?” “You were there?” “No, but want a job at $35 an hour? Starting today.” I hesitated, she laughed “Straight up, no not pole dancing, office work, I may not look like it but I’m an office manager and it’s cheaper for me to hire you directly at $35 an hour than pay that lot $40 an hour for you and you only get $25.” Well when was the last time you looked a gift horse in the mouth?

 “You on then?” I nodded and she led the way back to the office. “Charlie?” She called out when we arrived. “Oh well looks like he’s gone for the weekend so we might as well knock off too. Got somewhere to stay?” “The Y” I admitted. The Goth counted out $300 from petty cash and handed it over to me. “Sign an IOU for $300 and we’ll take it out of your pay.” She took a thousand out for herself and scribbled another IOU. “Well my place is better than the Y and it’s got a spare room, I vote we follow Charlie’s example and knock off for the day then you can grab your stuff and move in. Oh it’s free if you don’t mind doing the washing up and hovering once a week, I hate doing housework.” With the state of my finances I wasn’t arguing although I did feel as if I’d been swept along in a whirlwind.

 We picked up a Pizza and two cans of coke on the way home. It wasn’t bad but I like a little more variety than the same warmed up Pizza all week. Still I could go shopping on Saturday. After eating with our fingers I unpacked and curled up with a book in my room. “Ready to go out?” came the cry, I opened the door and peered out. “Hey come on Girl its Friday Night, you can’t possibly go out dressed like that, you’ll stand out like a sore thumb. Let’s see what you’ve got.” She rummaged through my few clothes. “God I’ll have to lend you some.” Twenty minutes later I was dressed as a Goth with a thick pair of socks on so her spare pair of boots fitted. I looked at myself in the mirror. “I can’t possibly go out dressed like this, what happens if someone recognises me?” “I haven’t done your make up yet. By the time I’ve finished your eye make up your own mother wouldn’t recognise you.” She applied makeup with a trowel but by the end it was true not even my own mother would recognise me.

 I looked at myself in the mirror was this really me? The corset definitely held my boobs up nicely even if it only just covered my nipples, the black fishnet stockings over the red platform boots with the garter straps disappearing under the thin tiny pleated skirt. “God you look a hot girl.” She leant in and kissed me firmly on the lips groping me between the legs at the same time. “There now you look even hotter with smudged red lipstick. You’ll have the guys going crazy for you. Now a word of warning, just look haughty and don’t whatever you do open your mouth, every time you speak all them grad words keep tumbling out and you’ll cower them.” She grabbed my hand and before I knew it we were out the door and in a cab.

 We drew up at a pub that had small windows and turrets. “Isn’t it just great? Wow. There’s Simon.” She dashed off and grabbed him by the hand dragging him back to meet me. “You can talk to Simon if you whisper in his ear so no one overhears, now Simon you coming in with us?” She’d dragged him through the door and parked him at a table with three seats. “Leave your jacket here with Simon.” We slipped away through the crowd with greetings and insults being exchanged here and there until we reached the bar. Carrying our drinks and a large plate of sandwiches. Raven warned me that Simon probably hadn’t eaten all day. “Is he some sort of boy friend?” I asked wanting to sort out who he was in my mind. “Good God no! He’s one of my strays, you know grads without any street sense, he’s doing some sort of post grad stuff so has no money. I buy his beer and feed him and in exchange he looks after my jacket and gets me home if I’m too pissed. Oh and he cooks a mean Sunday lunch.” OK I could live with that. We both had a sandwich each off the plate so as not to upset Simon’s feelings, they were nicer than the pizza had been, and let him scoff the rest. Raven leaned forward and tucked a note in Simon’s pocket, “Three for Sunday lunch, is that enough?” He unfolded the $100 note and nodded. We left him then and squeezed our way through to a small stage in one corner.

Dancing in underwear with Raven running her hands over my body as I wiggled and knowing there were fifty panting guys giving us their full attention is like an unbelievable turn on. Eventually covered in perspiration we took a break and let some other girls wiggle their butt on the tiny stage and eased our way back through the crowd to Simon. Corsets might do wonders for the figure but they don’t make things like keeping cool or breathing any easier. Simon had retreated to a corner but stood when we arrived. Raven dug into her back pack and dug out a silken garment. She faced Simon with her back to the room and placed his hands on her boobs.

“Unhook me.” She commanded me, so I unhooked her corset. With a practised movement she whipped a silk chemise on over her head. “That’s better, the corsets might look good but they’re hell to wear when dancing. Want one?” “Oh God yes.” Simon put his hands over my corseted boobs and Raven undid the corset. She whipped the corset away into her bag before returning upright with a second silk chemise. Simon meanwhile was taking advantage and tweaking my nipples with his fingers. Soon I was respectable again, well more respectable than standing there with nothing covering my boobs except Simon’s hands. I lifted his hands gently away from the silk. “Thank you. You can stop now.” He looked disappointed so I gave him a kiss on the cheek then followed Raven to the dance floor below the stage.

 The corset had acted as body armour against any wandering hands, the silk chemise seemed to attract them, static electricity perhaps? Anyway I was getting tired of swatting them away and yelled as much into Raven’s ear. She waved Simon over and he took up position behind me to protect my bum. Simon was definitely being useful and I was much cooler in the chemise but still dancing is warming.

 The music slowed down and as the dance floor became even more crowded Raven moved in closer. We slow danced, boob to boob, the heels on the boots thrust my bum out and Raven backed me onto Simon’s crotch. I could feel his hard rod between the cheeks of my bum, I gave a haughty stare to some guy who was drop jawed at seeing Raven and I slow dancing together. The heavy eye makeup disguise was definitely liberating. After four or five slow ones the beat changed and Raven drew away from me and started dancing more energetically. OhMyGod, a mixture of sweat and her thin chemise had turned her into a wet tee shirt contest contestant. I looked down in horror at my front, two damp circles with extended nipples in the centre. The guy at the side was openly leering now, I turned back to Simon and throwing my arms round his neck pressed my chest against his to at least cover myself up. His arms came down and before I knew it I felt protected with his hands resting on my butt. The music switched to quieter, slower music and I slow danced the rest of the night plastered against Simon.

 At throwing out time we looked round for Raven and found her with her arms round some guy’s neck staggering from side to side. We moved in either side and lifted her out the door. The two guys protesting loudly that they’d been had, after all the booze they been buying her, Raven turned back and I could sense she was about to throw up so Simon and I guided her to one side and I let Simon hold her whilst she threw up, somehow her two attendant drunken swine seemed to lose interest as the fresh air hit them.

 Simon delved in his pockets and came up with a J cloth and a water bottle to clean her up enough so we could grab a bus without too much comment. We got her home between us. I was shocked when Simon stripped himself and Raven when we got back but picked all the clothes and dumped them in the washing machine whilst he carried her into the shower.

 He towelled her and then himself dry before picking Raven up once more and putting her to bed. “Have you seen my clothes?” He asked. “Wasn’t I supposed to put them in the washing machine?” “Not exactly, I usually take them off when she’s this bad so I don’t get them wet in the shower.” I felt awful. “You mean you don’t sleep with her?” “Certainly not, it’s a simple symbiotic relationship, she buys my beer, I get her home afterwards.” “Hence the J cloth and water bottle.” “Right.” “I don’t suppose you’d care to spend the night with me? It’s a double bed but I promise not to take advantage of your inebriated state.” I crossed my fingers. I rather fancied Simon. He just looked at me and inside I trembled. “Well since I can’t leave until my clothes are dry and you promise not to take advantage of me I suppose I could trust you.” I slipped off into the bedroom and slivered out of my garments, into my best baby doll and bed. Well I’d promised not to take advantage of him but a girl could be hopeful, couldn’t she? I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, dreaming about what a wanton I’d been that night.

 Next morning, well it still a quarter of an hour before noon, I crawled out of bed being careful not to disturb sleeping beauty. I moved the washing over into the drier, sorted out another dark load of Raven’s clothes, set them off before making two mugs of real coffee and carrying them back to the bedroom. Put the mugs down on the bedside table and lightly brushed a curl on Simon’s forehead with my finger. “Feeling up to a coffee then?” “Umph.” Oh dear grumpy first thing in the morning. An eye opened and took in my elegant slightly sheer front tie baby doll and there was a sudden eruption of the bed clothes as he sat up. I carried my coffee over to my side of the bed slipped under the sheets then sipped my coffee. “Feeling sober this morning?” I queried? “Yes I think so.” “Oh good.” I threw back the sheets to reveal a very erect naked Simon. I had my lips around his tool before he could retreat.

 His reaction was all I could desire except when he looked at the clock and saw it was four p.m. he murmured something about having to go shopping for Sunday lunch so we eventually got up and I brought his slightly creased clothes back from the dryer. We looked in on Raven before going to the supermarket but all we got was “God wasn’t it great last night.” Before she buried herself back under the duvet.

 Sunday I tasted Simon’s roast lamb. I was in love. After lunch Simon thought he ought to get back, to feed his cat and do a bit of work on his thesis. After he’d gone Raven looked at me still in my baby doll PJs and declared since my legs weren’t so bad I ought to wear short skirts more often. “In fact since Charlie likes a bit of leg around, dress code, short skirt and stockings, it’s worth another twenty an hour.” She brought out my letter of offer and amended it, “Sign here.” For twenty an hour raise I signed.

 I met Charlie for the first time Monday morning, he seemed pleasant enough but didn’t have a lot to say for himself. I hadn’t realised just how short a skirt we had been talking about or what type of stockings either until Raven came back into the office carrying a couple of bags, one of which had the name of a certain lingerie store I’d never summoned the nerve up to venture into and if I had I certainly wouldn’t have had the nerve to flaunt the fact I’d been in there by carrying one of their bags around.

 She sent Charlie down to get a coffee then fussed over me as she undressed me and then dressed me up again. “I wasn’t certain of your bra size but they had this one that fits B and C cup so I thought that would do nicely.” I had my doubts about how easy it would be to wash a soft leather bra and yes it did look like it would fit both cup sizes but only because it was practically cup-less. It did support my breasts to an extent but only to hold them up and expose my nipples. She’d clipped the garter belt round my waist and was rolling the black seamed silk stockings in her hands. “Leg up.” She commanded I did as I was told, standing there passively still dazed about the bra, soon both my legs were covered with luxurious stockings. A tiny pair of lacy panties followed. Before the blouse went on, she clipped a pair of beaded nipple clamps on my nipples after tweaking them to make them stand out first. They weren’t clamped hard enough to cause any discomfort just enough to hold the beads in place. I started to make a comment about how I wouldn’t be able to catch the bus in this outfit as she first buckled a tiny pleated skirt round my waist over my sheer blouse. She stood back and looked at me. “Turn.” I turned. “Great you can wear your coat on the way to work and back.” She looked at my black all purpose shoes “We could go shopping for shoes some time.” Just then Charlie came back.

 “What do you think?” She asked him. He indicated I should turn round. “I signed her up at $55 an hour OK?” Charlie nodded and I knew with me wearing these clothes Charlie would have agreed to any hourly rate, at this rate I wouldn’t have any student loan to claim tax relief on soon. “Charlie could you give me a back rub?” Charlie stood behind Raven and with his fingers worked his thumbs on her spine. I could see her melt under his touch. “Want to try one?” I nodded and Charlie moved behind my chair. I felt myself relax and stopped worrying that four inches of bare thigh could be seen above my stocking tops when I stood up straight or that if I bent forward at the waist everything was on view behind me. All my anxiety and tension seemed to just float away as his thumbs and fingers worked their magic.

“Sign.” Raven interrupted my dreams, I signed to accept another twenty dollars an hour to allow Charlie to touch me. I was beginning to feel bad about taking advantage of Charlie. “Am I supposed to be doing some work?” I asked half heartedly. “Well if you could go through the box in the corner. It’s full of tax things and government demands for employment records and such that went over my head, that’s why I needed a grad to sort it all out.” Said Raven as she took Charlie by the hand to the office arm chair and curled up in his lap with his hands straying across her body. From the look of the box she’d done nothing except curl up in Charlie’s lap and flaunt her body since she arrived.

The phone rang and Raven took the call. “What it’s all set up for 10 a.m. Friday but you haven’t cast a bride. No problemo I can take care of that loose end.” She put the phone down. “It’s your cameo in the film you sponsored Charlie, you know the church scene, well they’ve come up with an idea of you getting married and saying your vows in the background, Friday at ten a.m.” She looked at me speculatively. “And you would make a perfect bride. We’d best hit the shops and see what we can find. You’ll be great it’s only a few seconds in the film but it would mean so much to Charlie to be in it.” I started to say I couldn’t possibly then looked at Charlie looking sad. I felt so mean here was me taking his money and he was asking so little. “OK but let me get changed first.”

Raven really threw herself into finding the perfect dress. Any ideas I had about it being too expensive for a few seconds in a film were brushed aside. This was Raven with a mission. Besides she rationalised I would have the perfect wedding gown if ever I did get married. It took practically all week, seeking out the perfect gown, the perfect shoes, the perfect underwear for as Raven convinced me method acting required that every last detail should be perfect so I’d look radiant especially as she put it how often did you get to go shopping when someone else was footing the bill.

Finally we crawled back to the office after lunch on Thursday. I was absolutely shattered, I’d even found a bra that showed as much but was more me, i.e. not black leather to wear round the office. If ever I found Mr. Right I was eloping, well perhaps not, it was rather a gorgeous dress we’d eventually settled on. I sat down and stretched out on the sofa. Charlie did wonderful things with his fingers to my shoulders and I just relaxed completely and went limp. I was in a hazy dream. Someone was slurping my knickers with their tongue. “Hi there do you mind if I drag Charlie away to get him a morning suit for tomorrow’s film.” I opened my eyes, Charlie? It wasn’t a dream Charlie had his head buried between my thighs. “Well you did say he could touch you for an extra $20 bucks an hour.” “I wasn’t expecting his tongue against my clit though.” Charlie started to get up. “Oh get back down and finish the job off at least, I’m practically there already.” God some employers have no sense of their responsibilities. Charlie obliged before Raven took him off to purchase his outfit for the following day.

Next morning a hairdresser arrived at Raven’s apartment and did both of us before I climbed into my wedding gown. We used a Limo to get to the church for as Raven said wedding dresses with trains just weren’t made to go on the bus. At the church there were three cameras set up. The film director came across and explained everything to me. Although it would only be a few seconds in the background in the film they wanted to shoot the entire wedding sequence as if it was for real and then they’d trim it down in the cutting room. They’d also add in the main actors later via blue screen whatever that was. They were using digital red cameras that were four times the HD definition standard so they could do close ups and trim the frames all in the cutting room. I was a bit nervous about all the cameras and such but he said the best thing to do was ignore them all and looking nervous was exactly the look he was after.

The small number of extras were all in morning dress, and suitable dresses for a wedding. I was surprised to see Simon there until Raven told me she’d pulled a few strings since he’d get a day’s pay as an extra for only an hour’s work. One of the actors was motioned forward and I took his arm. He was to give me away.

The clap board clapped and we set off up the aisle. They were very through; we ran through the entire service with all the responses and signed the documents just as if it was a real service. Raven kissed me on the cheek and said she hoped I’d be very happy, and she mentioned she’d given notice on the apartment for the end of the month. Which I thought was a kind of odd thing to tell me. In fact it was only when the guy who had given me away turned to Raven and gave her an envelope “Now here’s your airline ticket for Europe and enough money to keep you going for a month. Don’t forget to post the report in the envelope back to me after January first and stay out of the country until the following January and we’ll send you the two million dollars to the offshore bank account we set up for you then it will all be tax free.” That I really had a sinking feeling I’d been taken advantage of somehow. Raven vanished through the door.

“Now I expect you have some questions?” he turned to me. “Do I get the impression that I’m now really legally married to Charlie?” I asked horrified “Sit down and I’ll explain all. Yes you are but we can get an annulment if you decide that’s what you want to do.” I looked at him “Explain.” “Charlie unfortunately has a hereditary degenerative disease that means he now has less than three years to live. Some time ago when he was fitter he decided he didn’t want to take the chance of passing anything on to his off spring and had a vasectomy just in case. His grandmother was aware of his illness and made it a condition of her will that he either marries within twelve months of her death or goes into a hospice run by nuns who will look after him in return for his inheritance. Currently his income is from a trust that we administer and Charlie, who unlike his grandmother isn’t the least bit religious, wanted to have some control over his life.” “So why the charade?” “Under the terms of the will it had to be to a female graduate of good standing with a degree who must be unaware of how much money is involved and looking at Charlie could you honestly see him successfully wooing some like that? We were getting desperate when one of the partner’s daughters was in the office with a friend who overheard our conversation and said for a million dollars she’d find a wife for Charlie. I think she was joking but when I countered with two million tax free if she could do it by December 30th she looked at us in amazement and I remember her exact words. ‘You’re bloody serious aren’t you?’” “Raven?” “Raven.” “But to pay Raven two million dollars?” “Mere peanuts and well within Charlie’s allowance.” I had to ask “How much is Charlie’s allowance?” “It was set to be 1% of the trust fund per year or around eight million dollars to protect Charlie from being taken advantage of.” “But even so two million represents a quarter of the fund.” “No a quarter of the annual allowance, the fund itself is one hundred times larger.”

I was feeling faint, all sorts of things were going through my mind, such as what would happen to Simon if Raven wasn’t there to buy his beer and Sunday lunch. What would happen to me if I said no, or even Charlie at that point. Charlie beckoned Simon to come over. “Ah yes Raven suggested you might like to have a live in chef to cook Sunday lunch and suggested Simon. On Charlie’s demise the trust fund is to be dissolved and you would take full control of the funds. I hope you will retain us to look after the money.” I could see Charlie’s spaniel eyes staring up at me, willing me to accept. I couldn’t turn my back on him could I? “Is this what you want?” I asked him. He nodded in reply. “With Simon?” he nodded again. I looked at Simon “OK,” and with that simple reply I stood and taking the arm of each of the two men in my life I walked down the aisle wondering just how was I going to explain all this to mother.