Desire in the Desert

Jade lay in bed scrolling on her phone as the hot desert sun peaked through her curtains. I'm getting up at 10am. She told herself, fully aware that she would keep scrolling until the absolute last minute she could leave to not be late to class.

She felt a tinge of guilt as she scrolled through her friends' feeds. Everyone was piling on Crystal for her hypocrisy. They had dug up a bunch of old posts where Crystal had shamed other girls ruthlessly for so much as kissing a boy. This made some part of Jade feel vindicated that she wasn't the only one who Crystal had bullied. But another part of her felt guilty for what she had done.

She tried to think through what had possessed her to do it. Sucking anyone’s dick was so out of character for Jade, let alone sucking the dick of another girl’s boyfriend. Had it been the potion? It felt too easy to blame the magical red liquid when she knew a spark of her somewhere deep down had wanted to do it. The potion had, at most, fanned the flames of that desire.

There it was. 10am. I’ll definitely get up at 10:05.

She clicked through to Phil's page. He might be an idiot, but he was nowhere near as harmful as Crystal. She felt worse for involving him. But as she scrolled she thought that maybe she didn’t need to. There was nothing like the vitriol on his posts. If anything, friends were congratulating him for “thawing the ice queen.” Ug. The double standards that we hold men and women to. Some days she just wished she was a man. Am I just complicit in the system by perpetuating women infighting with other women, instead of fighting the patriarchy?

Then she remembered the taste of floor ice cream and shuddered.

If we were infighting, at least I didn't start it. It must be so much easier to be a guy and get celebrated for having sex instead of martyred for it. She thought.

10:05am. Ok, just 5 more minutes then I really really need to get up.

The scroll continued. She saw pictures of her friends from high school on their first day of college all over the country having the times of their lives. Beth was at USC going to some freshman mixer at the beach. She was wearing a skimpy green bikini that cupped her swinging d-cup breasts perfectly. There was one shot of her in the water sitting on a hot guy’s shoulders, thighs clapped tightly against his ears, in a “chicken fight” with another hot girl sitting on a different guy’s shoulders. She looked like she was having fun. Jade pushed down a surge of jealousy.

Jen was up in New York city going to NYU. Her pictures were of a fancy high rise building. She had a handsome guy on her arm. She was wearing a slutty black drape-chain dress that only had the suggestion of chains covering her from her underboobs to her hip bones. He was wearing a suit. Jade wondered if all the men in Neezgai owned one suit put together.

10:11. Oops I missed 10:10. Might as well wait till the next multiple of five.

She decided to look up the word Niz had given her. Skinwalker. That way at least she was being productive. The results frightened her. Malevolent shapeshifters. Medicine men gone bad. Witches that can disguise themselves as animals. Nothing about red potions though. She hoped that meant this was something else entirely, and went back to scrolling.

10:15: If she just grabbed a pastry for breakfast, instead of a bowl of cereal she could eat on the way and make it till 10:20, but that was the absolute latest.

An old picture came across her feed. Of the memorial service they had held for her dad. She felt a dull tightness in her chest. They still didn’t really have closure. They had buried an empty casket. All she had of him was the little silver bugle charm he had left her that she wore on a chain around her neck. The base wouldn't tell them how he died, just that it was top secret and they couldn't know anything more. Jade had dug around in some files and begged some friends of her father to get her something. The only thing she had found was the letters TRS.

The military loved their TLAs (three letter acronyms), so this was to be expected. But no one on the base would tell her what TRS was, or how it related to her father's death. As soon as she mentioned it to anyone, they either clammed up, or looked at her confused.

10:25. Oh shit!

Jade jumped out of bed and threw on a royal blue tube top and some orange short shorts. She grabbed a bagel from the kitchen, and rushed out to the car, bagel between her teeth.

She made it to class only two minutes late, and it hadn't even started. This was community college after all. She grabbed the seat next to Mei.

"There you are! I was worried you were sick."

"Nah. Just depressed." Jade said morbidly.

"You, uh… you want something for that?"

Jade looked Mei over. She was so put together. Her long black hair up in an intricate bun. She wore a loose-cut black tank top that showed off a tasteful amount of her ample cleavage, tucked into a short jean skirt that hugged her thin waist. Her face was clean and bright, almond eyes sparkling. She was hot. This was not the look of a drug dealer.

"Umm. What do you have?"

"All sorts of stuff. Well I don't have it, Todd does. He has some hook up at the base. They have everything, Captain Cody, MPH, OC, TRS, TNT, he hooks me up with cheap Adderall."

Adderall. That made more sense for Mei's drug of choice...

Wait a second.

"Did you say TRS?"

"Yeah, it’s apparently some new experimental thing they stole from the base? Vic said they only had a bit, and they were still testing it out before they could sell it, but it is supposed to give you a crazy good high."

"Ok class, let's get started." The professor said, walking into the room.

Jade could barely contain herself. It was all she could do to not drag Mei out of the classroom, pin her down and pump her for every last bit of information she had on TRS. Was it an experimental military drug? Or something the recruits had cooked up? Had her dad been doing TRS? She would be shocked given how strict he was as a parent. This was more information than she had gotten from weeks of interviewing any of her dad’s friends that would talk to her from the base. This was the answer to how her dad died. She had to know.

The professor’s words washed over her like a wave of molasses. She could not have repeated a single thing about class that day. It was all a blur. A slow, never-ending blur.

When it was finally over she pulled Mei aside and let it all out in a waterfall of words.

"Listen, you have got to tell me everything you know about this TRS stuff! I don’t know what it is but I think it is the reason that my dad got killed. No one at the base will tell me anything! Please, I have to know!"

Mei looked taken aback for a moment, She took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry girl, I really don't know much. Todd didn't even seem to know much, he's new to the crew so they don’t tell him much."

"Do you know where they keep it? Or who has it? Where they are getting it on the base? Or what it does?"

"Woah girl. I don't know, but the guy running the crew's name is Vic. He's got long wavy black hair and a tattoo of a skull on his neck. Todd says he hangs out at some sleazy strip club with a cheesy name?"

You didn't live your whole life in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere without knowing the names of every single little business in town.

"The Landing Strip" Jade said.

***

When Jade pulled up to the dusty parking lot at the edge of town that evening she had a plan. The club was in an old diner with blacked out windows and a neon sign over the entrance flashing "The Landi g S rip." The sun was sitting fat on the horizon and the place had just opened.

She had brought along the vial of magical red liquid. Better to use it to find the truth about dad's death than suck a guy’s dick. She knew that a young woman couldn't just walk into the front of a strip club, without attracting the kind of notice that would make it hard to spy on Vic. Her plan was to use the potion to transform her face to look like one of the middle aged men that frequent places like this. Then she would hang out in a booth until she saw someone fitting Vic's description. She could listen in to his conversation or pump him for information. It was not the most solid plan, but Jade had nothing to lose and she needed answers.

She had covered her tube top and shorts with her dad's old trench coat, which was what she assumed men who went to strip clubs wore.

She looked at the vial. I can do this. She thought. Maybe if I find out what killed my dad they will pay out his pension and my mom will get better and everything would go back to something like normal. The vial was half empty. That meant unless she got more, she only had two more chances to use it to get the information she needed.

She threw it back, took a swig, then stepped out of the door. She felt the same rush of need she had before. It made her confident, passionate, and above all, horny. Jade pushed these desires down, trying to center her mind on what someone that went to a strip club looked like.

Before she could think of anything that might change her into a client of the establishment she heard a woman’s voice call.

"You must be the new girl! Come on! This way!"

Jade looked around. Surely no one would think that she, with her distinct lack of boobs or butt was qualified to be a stripper.

"Over here! Come on! We need to get you in costume for the showcase, show's starting soon!"

Well, no pretending to be a man now. The girl had seen her and would be suspicious if her face magically changed. Might as well sneak in the back. She looked around and hurried towards the woman holding the back door of the building open.

"Hi I'm Chloe. Let's get you all set."

Chloe was a vision. Her strawberry blonde hair sat in a messy bun on her head. She had bright blue eyes and a kind smile. She was wearing a light gray longcoat that just barely covered her firm athletic ass, which looked like it entered her back at a 90 degree angle. Below the coat, Chloe had the long, thin, muscular legs of a dancer. They were bare except for chunky red platform heels on her feet. Jade caught a glimpse of a brightly sparkling bikini covering Chloe's perky tits beneath the jacket.

Jade wished she was a man, or at least a lesbian, so that she could fully appreciate just how hot this woman was.

Chloe led her down a darkened hallway, pointing out various landmarks.

"That's the bathroom. Don't flush any condoms or tampons, it will clog it for days and we just got it working again. That goes to the private rooms if you want to make some money on your back instead of your feet. No matter what the clients say, only take someone back there if you want it, and Chaz is always listening to break up anything that gets too rough. The blue room’s the nicest."

Jade tried to hide her blush.

"That goes backstage. You'll go on with the rest of us for the showcase at the top of the show, then just hang out in the green room till your set. You are second to last so you'll have some time to get your bearings. And here's the dressing room."

Chloe opened the last door at the end of the hall and Jade was momentarily blinded by the bright lights shining out into the dark hall. Lining the walls were vanities with Hollywood mirrors surrounded by round incandescent bulbs on every side. In the center of the room was a huge rack of clothes, which appeared to be made mostly of brightly sparkling sequins.

Once Jade's eyes adjusted, she was dazzled again, not by the lights, but by the beautiful women in varying states of undress around the room.

"Who's this Clo?" said a topless black woman putting on mascara in the mirror. She had midnight black skin and wore a short green skirt with matching stiletto heels. Her hair was done up into a cute afro puff. The woman had a strong muscular back with firm perky tits the size of coconuts. Her pert black nipples were erect and covered in body glitter.

"The new girl. What's your name again hon?"

"Uh… Ja- Jasmine." Jade said shyly.

"Well get her in costume, we've got the showcase in fifteen." This was from a tall woman in the back corner fixing up a complex braided updo. She was wearing long black stockings and little else. To simply describe her as curvaceous would not have done her body justice. If Jade hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that someone with such a thin waist could have such truly enormous breasts. They looked like two kettle bells set firmly into her shoulders, with perfectly round nipple smack in the center of each. Her waist curved sharply in before flexing out towards wide, sumptuous hips.

"Thanks Victoria. Yes, let's see what you are working with." Chloe said, pulling off Jade's trenchcoat and started helping her out of her clothes.

Jade suppressed a deep urge to envision herself with voluptuous tits and a thick ass as Chloe’s small hands undressed her. It would probably blow her cover to transform right here in front of everyone.

"Well we have some padded bras that can help with your chest, and god damn we need to get you some tight fitting jeans to show off that thigh gap. Girl I wish I had your legs, guys go nuts for the skinny chicks these days."

Jade didn't believe there was anything of hers that Chloe could really be jealous of, but she smiled along as Chloe put her into skinny jeans, a plunge bra, a low cut denim vest, and a cowboy hat. As she did so, she introduced the other girls around. There was Sapphire, who everyone called Plastic because she had huge unnaturally round fake tits, and the twins who both had long straight platinum blonde hair and not an ounce of body fat between them.

They were all chatting along amicably when suddenly someone shouted "Places!" and it all became real for Jade.

Am I really going to go out on stage and strip?

She had successfully snuck into the club, but she had never really intended to go through with anything. She was supposed to sneak off and hide before the act, but there had never been a moment to slip away. The girls all formed a line backstage. Her fear battled with something else inside her. An ache to be seen. To be wanted. To be desired. The idea of men paying to look at her body had always been something shameful growing up, but now it suddenly felt really hot.

"Don't worry about it." Genna, one of the twins, said with a little smile. “Just go out there and give them a teaser of your routine. With legs and a face like yours I'm sure they'll love you."

Jade was skeptical of that. And did Genna sound jealous? She was just as skinny as Jade, plus she had beautiful golden hair compared to Jad's scruffy mange. She must just be being nice to the new girl.

Chloe went out first and Jade was in awe. She strutted down the runway into the dark smoky room and grabbed onto the pole with such grace and flexibility that Jade felt like she was watching a gymnastics routine, not a strip tease. Under her trenchcoat she wore a sequin bikini that flashed out just frequently enough to give the men a tease of her pussy, while leaving them begging for more.

Jade had been on the dance team in high school, but this was another level. She felt like this would be like the opening scene in Miss Saigon where the innocent virgin is put on display. Though Jade was certain that she wasn't going back to a room with some man afterward.

The rest of the acts were less acrobatically intense which made Jade feel a bit better about her own options. The black girl with the afro puff, who Jade had learned was named Kenya, spent her time strutting up to customers leaning down until they could almost touch her cleavage, then swooping away, glitter falling from her body in a shower. Victoria played with a feather boa seductively, slowly revealing and hiding her curves. With boobs like that, she could have stood still and gotten a round of applause.

Jade felt a rush of nerves as the twins went out together, because it meant she was up next. Most of her was deeply nervous, but a small part relished the opportunity to be seen as attractive. She had been raised to see her sexuality as a bad thing, a sinful thing, and she still felt so much shame just looking at herself in the mirror. She wasn't allowed to be desired by guys, but she wanted it so bad. She wanted that power that comes with being able to draw a man's eye. For some reason, these girls thought she had it, they must be crazy.

"Next up, our newest girl, Jasmine!"

It took Jade a second to realize that was her, but she quickly snapped to, when she heard the song she had picked out come on: Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. It was one her dance team had developed a routine to, but never gotten to perform because it was deemed “too sexual” (admittedly it involved a lot of twerking). She thought it was appropriate given the "skin tight jeans" she was wearing.

As she strutted out in her cowboy boot heels, she did her best to scan the crowd for Vic. It was hard to see with the bright lights in her face.

A surge of confidence rushed through her as the men whooped and cheered. She did her best to bend over and shake her non-existent ass in their faces, to choruses of “Yeah bitch” and “Get it!” Maybe they were just excited to see a fresh...face. It took every ounce of self-control to not imagine her ass growing bigger in that moment to fulfill their desires that she could almost feel pulsing through the air.

As the music started to fade out, Jade's heart sank. She had not seen Vic anywhere. Had this all been for nothing? As she was walking off stage and Plastic was walking on, she caught a glimpse of a guy in a corner booth chatting with a brawny man in army fatigues and a gray wife-beater. The first man had shoulder length wavy black hair and as he turned his head she just caught sight of a huge skull tattoo on his neck.

Bingo.

She had a while before her official routine would start, not that she intended to be there for it. That feeling of raw desire from so many men had been thrilling but she didn't want anyone to get a good enough look to recognize her.

Fortunately Vic's booth was right against the flimsy wall separating the patrons from backstage. Jade snuck up to the other side and listened closely.

"...oh trust me, I can move it. I’ve seen what this stuff does. TRS is the future. It makes dreams come true."

"Don't push it too fast. We don’t want the heat and a little goes a long way. If they figure out what we are doing they’ll try to shut us down."

"You worry too much man! People will pay through the nose once they have a little taste. We'll be able to buy whoever we need to keep things quiet."

"Mr Cruz? Chloe will be waiting for you in the blue room in 15 minutes, once she has finished her routine." Said a different voice that sounded like one of the waitstaff.

"Alright, catch you around Diaz." The first voice said.

Jade realized that she wasn't going to get anything more without someone around for Vic to talk to. But she also knew that men often said things they shouldn't around pretty women. She snuck off to see if she could eavesdrop on whatever conversation Vic had with Choloe in the blue room.

When she got there, she found that, unfortunately, unlike the flimsy walls that separated the stage from the audience, the blue room looked like it was part of the original construction. Perhaps a bedroom for the owner of the diner to sleep in. It was fairly barren, with just a large bed and some side tables. But the room did have an ample closet. Jade weighed her options, but she had come too far to chicken out now. She slipped into the closet, pulled the door shut behind her, sat on the floor, and waited.

After a few moments she heard someone come in. She peeked through the slats that covered the door. She saw Chloe getting posed on the bed. Jade marveled at her tight, muscular abs that pinned her stomach flat. Chloe's ass was chiseled from stone under her shining bikini. Chloe arranged her orange-blonde hair to sit alluringly over her breasts which were perhaps a size or two larger than Jade's: just a little more than enough to fit into a man's large hands.

After a few moments, Jade heard the door open again.

"Hey baby, have I got a surprise for you today." It was the same voice Jade had heard through the wall. Vic walked into her line of vision.

His hair was jet black and wavy, falling just above his shoulders. He wore a tight black tee-shirt that showed off his large pecs and faded black jeans.

"Oh? What's that?" Chloe said in a fake come hither voice.

"It’s the future. TRS." Vic took out a vial of red liquid and downed the whole thing.

Vic started kissing Chloe's feet, making his way up her legs as the stripper lay back in the bed moaning in what Jade suspected was fake pleasure. Jade sat in the closet trying to piece things together. Was the potion she had been drinking TRS? Was this what her father had died from somehow?

There were still a lot of missing pieces, but she felt like two big mysteries in her life had just merged into one.

"Oh yeah. Mmm. Fuuuck" Chloe’s moans sounded rote and practiced.

Vic had made it up to Chloe's pussy, kneeling on the ground as she lay back on the bed. She started moaning louder, but no more convincingly as he pulled down her panties and started licking her tight wet pussy.

Jade felt herself getting hot watching their display. She wanted to look away, but she had to see what the TRS did to Vic. Did he have more control over it than she did? Did it affect men differently than women? Could it do things other than change your body? She needed answers to these questions. I have to keep watching in the name of research. She thought as she slowly slipped her fingers between her thighs and started gently caressing her labia.

"Yes Vic, Come here! Give me that little dick of yours! Put it inside me!" Chloe cried, unbuttoning Vic's pants and pulling out what was, by most accounts, a disappointing member.

Vic's dick was not quite a micropenis, but it wasn't especially large either. It might have been three inches long if Jade was being generous, but it was hard as a rock, trying its best. Vic must have been paying Chloe well.

"That's the thing. It won't be my little dick anymore!" Vic said with a smile. Jade realized what was happening before Chloe did.

Vic's dick started to grow, first to four inches, then to five. As it grew it got wider too, the veins bulging out more and more. It went up to six inches, then seven. Chloe's eyes got wide and her voice sounded honestly shocked.

"Oh god, is that..."

"That's the future baby! Make your dreams come true." Vic said as he stood at the edge of the bed and started sliding his dick back and forth across her clit. Jade felt herself start to get wet as her fingers played with her own clit. Her body was calling to her to jump out of the closet and hop right onto that cock.

Vic's cock didn't stop growing. It was eight inches, then nine. It got wider too. Soon it was nearly a foot long and as wide as Jade's forearm. The head looked as big as her fist.

"Oh god.. mmmh, Oh god... aaah! Are you ... will that even..." Chloe cried, not able to finish a sentence, her mind suddenly awash with pleasure, no longer faking anything. Vic started slapping Chloe's clit with his massive cock She screamed every time it hit.

"Ah! AAH! Fuck! Yes!”

“You like my new big, thick cock?”

“Mmmh! Stop teasing me and- Aaah! Put it inside you asshole!"

Vic obliged. Slowly pressing the huge cock against the lips of Chloe's pussy. Jade felt her clit swell with pleasure as she imagined what it would feel like to be spread so wide.

"AAAH FUCK YES!!" Chloe screamed as the dick finally penetrated her, just the tip at first. Vic's cock came out sopping wet with her juices, then plunged back in, deeper this time. Jade could see Chloe’s abs bulging from the inside in time with his thrusts as she lay back on the bed and his giant cock spread her vagina wide.

It was so big that he couldn't get it all the way in. It stopped halfway up the shaft, but he didn't seem to care, pounding her over and over again.

Jade's envy could not take it any more. She wanted a dick like that for herself. She NEEDED a dick like that for herself. Something to spread her pussy wide and make her scream. As she thought this she felt a strange tingling on her belly, then a tightness in her panties. She looked down and saw, above her pussy, a long, thick dick growing out of her skin.

It took her a moment to realize what had happened. Right! The potion! Or the TRS, as Vic had called it. She had drunk it back in the parking lot but never transformed. Her desire for a cock like Vic's had been translated into a cock of her own.

Thank god this isn't permanent. Jade thought, trying to imagine explaining to her mother why she had a bulge in her pants.

Jade touched the dick and it quivered in anticipation. She felt a surge of alien pleasure course through her body. It was such a different kind of pleasure than she felt when she masturbated. It was sharper, more forcefully staccato, more impatient. With her left hand she kept stoking her clit, but with her right she ventured up and down the shaft of the penis. It was so sensitive! It pulsed under her fingers with every stroke getting harder and longer.

"Oh shit, oh shit, yes Vic, make me cum! I'm gonna- I'm gonna- FUUUUCKK!" she heard Chloe yell from outside. It sounded like a real orgasm, not that Jade was an expert. But what Chloe did next signaled she must be getting something out of the experience.

Chloe slid off of the huge cock and reached into the bedside table drawer. She pulled out a bottle of clear slippery liquid. She upended it onto Vic's large pulsing dick.

"I need you to stick it in my ass. I have been practicing with dildos up there and it feels SOO good. It is a completely different kind of orgasm"

Vic seemed torn. "I mean..."

“Plus, I’ve gotten dildos as big as that all the way inside me. I told you, I’ve been practicing. You’ll be able to get that whole thing in there. Just go slow. Do it. NOW."

Vic didn't need any more encouragement. He lifted Chloe’s legs onto his shoulders and started circling the rim of Chloe's asshole with the head of his penis. She looked like she was concentrating very hard, head tipped back against the bed. After a moment her hole began to heave in and out, growing wider, he slowly pressed himself inside.

"God Clo, it's so tight!"

"But fuck it feels good, just keep pressing slow and- aaah! steady. I can take it all."

Inch by inch the massive cock slid in and out, in and out, until it stopped about halfway in.

"Clo I can't-"

"No. I just have to relax a bit more..." Chole said, and started rubbing her clit.

"I wish-" Vic started, but the TRS knew what he wanted and obliged in front of their eyes. A second dick started growing above Vic's first dick. It wasn't as large or as thick, but as it grew to press on Chloe's clit she screamed.

"HOW? FUCK YES!"

In the closet, Jade was watching all of this with growing arousal. Her pants were completely off and her legs were tensed out straight. Her toes were curled and her feet were flexed. She could feel that her dick wanted to cum, the building pressure. Her breath got short and she felt a tenseness in her chest. A separate steadier pressure was still building in her pussy. If her cock came, would her pussy cum as well?

She suddenly had the intense desire to stick her own dick inside her pussy. She knew it wouldn't work, the cock was too hard to bend all the way around, so instead she pressed the upright member down against her soaking pussy lips and started rubbing them together.

The sensation was instantaneous. It was like being stuck in a feedback loop. The feeling of her wet pussy just made her dick harder, and the feeling of her cock swelling made her clit cry out for more. The pleasure overwhelmed her. There was no build up. There was no way for her to stop. All parts of her suddenly came at once. Her legs shaking, her dick quivering, trying to spurt, her teeth biting down on her lip for dear life to keep from screaming out.

Jade lay on the floor of the closet. Dripping with sweat. The potion hadn’t given her balls, so fortunately there wasn’t any semen to clean up, though she was completely covered in the juices from her cunt. Jade turned her head to the crack between the doors just in time to see Vic get his second dick into Chloe's pussy as his first one drove deeper into her ass.

"Oh no, Clo, your's so tight, I can't hold it, I can't-"

"WAA! Fuck Yes! Don’t you dare stop Vic. Dont' you dare pull out! Keep- AAh! pounding me. I've never had two dicks inside me before and IT FEELS. SO. GOOD! AAAH! The way they stretch me, god I could die happy right here."

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Jade could hear Vic’s thighs slapping against Chloe’s firm ass and his dicks plunged all the way in. The bulge in Chloe’s stomach every time he made it in deep was huge now.

“Oh yes! Fuck YES!! AAAHH” Chloe screamed, her body writhing in an intense orgasm.

As she did, Vic’s face scrunched up.

"It’s too much! They're both gonna… uhh. Fuck! I shouldn’t cum inside. I can't... It's-. I’ve gotta pull out!"

"Like hell you will!" Chloe wrapped her strong dancer's legs around Vic's back, he squirmed, but she just pressed him deeper inside. Jade saw his back arch and heard him grunt.

"FUUCK!"

Vic collapsed on the bed next to Chloe as a stream of his cum came welling out of her pussy and asshole. After a moment, Chloe turned on her side to look at him as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

"That was the best sex I have ever had. And trust me. I have had a ton. How did you do that?"

"TRS baby. Whew. It is the future. It makes dreams come true." He was panting hard. He put an arm around Chloe.

"You selling?" Chloe said expectantly, snuggling into his chest.

"Not yet. Limited supply. Meeting with the guys on Saturday at the old canning plant to test the goods and see how we can get more."

"Test the goods? What was this then?"

"This? Something I've wanted to do for a long time."

Jade lay in the closet, staring at the ceiling. She had gotten what she came for, and more. Now she just needed to sneak out and go somewhere that a girl with a huge dick wouldn't be noticed for the next twelve hours or so…

Part I: Neezgai

Chapter 5: The Landing Strip