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Bondage Shorts	By : christon Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 6861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion or its characters and thus don't make money with this. Shock, I know. All characters are of course, like, totally over 18 or whatever they need to be to be considered legal for you... >_>

Chapter List
- 1-Whore
- 1
Summary:
A certain boy visits a certain professional to get over a certain
girl.

Whore

I'm a whore.

I'm not bothering to make
that a secret or to sugarcoat it in any way. Of course there had been
a time when I would have been appalled by the lone thought of doing
this kind of business. And shame and disgust had followed each little
step I had taken in this direction, starting by letting myself
getting touched, followed soon by having to touch them. Handjobs
quickly became blowjobs. And sooner than I'd ever guessed I was
selling out my entire body.

Prostitution is not
exactly on anyone's list of dream jobs, most definitely not on mine,
hell, anyone so much as suggesting it probably would never have been
able to have kids once I would have been finished with them. But a
lot of things changed. After the Impact and the following destruction
of the economy, surviving on my own was hard. Naturally, I tried
other work first, but so did anybody else and drastic times had
called for drastic measures if you wanted to get food. I even stole a
bit at first, but when people started guarding the little food they
had armed, that wasn't exactly the best method to survive.

I could have probably
found some other work by now, things have stabilized years ago, and
I'm not stupid, mind you. But the time of shame has long past and the
job isn't all that bad as it might seem. That said, I'm not one of
those street hookers having to stand outside in the cold the whole
time, waiting for some greasy client offering a handful of yen for a
quick blowjob in his uncomfortable car. No, I'm a fairly exclusive
whore in a fairly exclusive brothel.

I was preparing myself for
a new client in "my" room, applying some make-up, not too
much as it wouldn't go well with the requested setting. While I
hadn't seen him yet, he had specifically requested me and the basic
setup he wanted to see me in. That wasn't unusual though, they get a
database of sorts when they make an appointment, where we girls
present ourselves and the options we offer. And I certainly can't
complain about a lack of interest. I could say it's because of my
beauty, but that goes at least to a certain extend with the job. But
I guess I have a bit of an "exotic" bonus, and I have a
fairly big repertoire to offer.

A timid knocking on the
white wooden door told me of the arrival of my guest. "Come on
in!"

I saw the door being
opened in the mirror, and in shuffled my partner for the next 60
minutes, dark brown hair, white shirt, black pants, and of course, a
very red face.

"H-hello," he
muttered with a shy smile as he closed the door behind him, and I
turned around to muster him more closely. His plain clothes, probably
a school uniform, I guess they could have been meant to go with the
act, but somehow I had my doubts about that. No, I think it was
actually his.

He seemed awfully young,
"too young" in fact, most definitely still in his teenage
years and still a good bit away from making it to twenty. But I've
learned that looks could be deceiving and his attitude might make him
appear even younger. After all, it was Hitachi's job to certify that
our customers met the necessary standards, and he usually did a good
job on that. And that was rarely even necessary for horny teens once
they heard of the prices. So that meant this guy was either older
than he looked – or he was loaded and had quite some
connections. Either way, it wasn't my problem. As said, that was
Hitachi's job. Mine was to make the client happy.

So I put on my seductive
little smile and strolled over to him. "Well, hello there,
cutie..." I greeted him as I closed the space between us, my
hands lightly running from his chest up to his neck as I pushed
myself closer to him. I often have to stifle a laugh at this point.
Most Japanese men are so unused to such sort of physical contact,
especially when they visit us for the first time, one can feel them
being torn between being uncomfortable by this so indecent intrusion
into personal space and being turned on. After all, that's why
they're coming here – though there have been one or two who
actually got angry, but really, if they wanted sex without touching,
they could have called a sex-hotline.

The boy was certainly part
of the usual group, noticeably stiffening under my touch and all the
more when I planted a soft kiss on his lips. He instantly stumbled
back as I let go, trying to regain his composure, straitening and
bowing with a huge blush on his face.

"Eh... uhm, hello,
I'm..." he stuttered an overdue reply to the greeting, but I
silenced him with my fingers on his lips.

"Shh, I don't think
names will be necessary..." I told him with a smile. "Now,
what can I do for you? The obvious aside, of course. I was told I
should wear this, so I guess you have a bit more in mind?"

I was, of course,
referring to the school uniform I was wearing, a variant that was
used in a nearby school, consisting of a white blouse, a green skirt
with wide straps and a little red ribbon tied below the blouse's wide
collar, long white socks and black patent leather loafers adorning my
feet. The schoolgirl fetish is more than well known, so it shouldn't
be a surprise to you if I tell you that this was hardly the first
time I donned this or plenty of other variations from other schools,
as well as swimsuits and PE-uniforms. I did quite some bit of
role-playing in my time here, be it a shy little schoolgirl or a
stern boss, a snotty diva or, yes, even an obedient pet. 'Actress'
was surely another possibility for an alternative career.

"W-well, there's this
girl..." Figures... "...that I... well, l-like... a lot..."

"Oh?" I raised
my eyebrow. In truth, I wasn't too surprised. It may sound
contradicting at first that someone who has found a special someone
would go to see a pro, but it was hardly the first time I've found
myself in this situation. For example, they often wanted to practice
for their first sex with that person, especially if they hadn't done
it in a while (if ever). But given his gloomy expression as he said
it, I had the feeling this boy's reason was a different one.

Despite my suspicion, I
still had to ask: "But... she doesn't like you as much?"

He started to nod, but
then decided to shake his head. "I... don't know. There are
times when I think she might be... interested... But often she just
keeps yelling at me, telling me what to do, saying that I'm just a
weakling and complaining about things I do, sometimes even hitting
me..."

I smirked at the
description. "A little bitch, eh?"

I instantly regretted
saying that musing out loud as he suddenly glared at me. "No!
She's not like that!" he yelled, but immediately deflated again,
averting his eyes. "A-at least not really. I-I know many think
that, but... I just don't think that's the real her, you know? At
night, I sometimes hear her crying... calling for her mother in her
sleep..."

Great, now I felt bad.
Stirring up old, unpleasant thoughts was not exactly the best start
for such an encounter... wait, did I hear that right? "Wait,
wait, wait" I interrupted him. "At night? You live with
her? She... she's not your sister or something, is she?" I
shuddered at the thought. Sure, I had to call more than one guy
"Daddy" before, but incest still crept me out.

Fortunately, he seemed
equally flustered. "N-no! We're just... roommates, I guess..."

I breathed a sigh of
relief. "Well, if that's the case, did you ever tell her?"

He didn't answer
immediately, which in itself was answer enough. The way he averted
his eyes, his hands clenching, did the rest. Eventually, he admitted
it. "I... I just don't possibly see her admitting that she
returns my feelings, even if she does feel the same. But...
at-at least once, I want to pretend that I'm with her..." he
nervously glanced up to me. "That's why I'm here..."

I sighed to myself,
listening to his all too familiar story. But then again, I guess
"first loves" always tended to be similar with all these
new awkward and confusing feelings. What confused me, however, was
his idea. How could I be the first choice if he wanted to pretend I
was that girl? "So... why me?"

"Your hair."

That genuinely surprised
me. "My hair?"

"Y-yeah," he
sheepishly nodded. "She has red hair too..."

Ah, that explained a lot.
I had figured that he, as many before him, just thought of my obvious
foreign heritage as being exotic and exciting, but that would have
kind of clashed with the idea of impersonating a supposedly Japanese
girl.

"Alright then,"
I breathed and moved closer again, but he stopped me for once.

"Could- could you put
these on?" he asked, producing what looked like two odd red hair
clips. I raised an eyebrow. Were such things fashionable nowadays?

As if reading my thoughts,
he just shrugged while I took them. "She... wears ones like
these pretty much all the time..."

"Hm, whatever makes
you happy," I said while brushing my hair back and trying to
apply the clips, so my tresses fell down behind me. I turned my head
a bit to show him. "Is that okay?"

He nodded, but the way he
was staring at me transfixed told me all the more that I did indeed
right. Smiling, I gently pushed his chin up to close his gaping mouth
and planted another quick kiss on his lips.

"You know, while
we're at it, I think I'll also add another accessory," I told
him. "Just give me a sec, okay?"

I left him standing and
went over to the armoire. I know all this talking might seem somewhat
counterproductive to my work and to an extend it might even be. But
whores often had to act as part-time shrinks, even though I rarely
got the "just want to talk"-type (I was probably to pricy
for that). And my verdict was: This kid definitely needed a little
confidence-boost.

Opening the drawer, I
rummaged through the assorted toys and restrains. I had used many of
these gags and shackles and had them used on me probably even more
often; swung those whips and felt their leashing tips against my own
skin. But none of that hardcore stuff today, I only picked a set of
standard police handcuffs.

He naturally grew visibly
wary as I approached him with the metal cuffs, obviously worrying
that I'd use them on him. But I just took his hand, placed the
restrains on it and turned around, putting my hands behind my back.

Nothing happened for a
while, as to be expected when suddenly confronted with this. But
eventually, my patience was running dry. "Well?"

"W-why...?" he
just muttered.

"Well, I figured
since I keep commanding you
around, you would like to turn the tables for once. And
knowing me, you'd like to
make sure that you don't have to worry about me
stopping you or even striking back."

That
did the trick, as I felt first my left wrist encircled by the cold
steel, slowly ratcheting in as he carefully closed it, probably a bit
afraid that he'd make them too tight. Then he gently guided my right
wrist to the open cuff before closing it to complete my bondage. I
wet my lips as I felt the familiar tingle between my legs. That click
never failed to get me.

"Well,"
I commented with a playful pout, demonstratively tugging at my bonds
as I turned back to face him. "Looks like you've got me now."

He
glanced nervously from my face to my chest to somewhere else in the
room, but otherwise he didn't seem to react. Looked like he was an
even harder case than expected. "S-so what should I do now...?"

"What?"
I lay a bit of anger in my voice, hoping he'd catch on and go along
with the act. "You drag me here, overpower and restrain me and
have no plan what you'd like to do with me? I would have bet you
wanted to do something perverted to poor helpless me."

I saw
him swallowing at that, his lips trembling. "Can... can I touch
them?"

I
fought hard to suppress a smirk. The direction of his eyes made it
obviously enough what he meant, but I still played the innocent.
"Them?"

"Your,"
he licked his lips, "your b-breasts...?"

"No!"
I instantly yelled, taking a step back. "But..." I muttered
and again put on a pout, looking away as if I were embarrassed and
pulled my left arm to the side, the right obediently following, to
show him the cuffs again. "It's not like I could stop you..."

Since
I still wasn't sure that he'd get it, I gave him a quick wink before
resuming looking "ashamed" to the side, but he still took
his time. Eventually, he seemed to get my hint and I felt his
trembling fingers at my blouse, fumbling to undo the buttons to get
access to my supple breasts. He was breathing heavily against my
revealed skin as he reached for the plain white bra I was wearing to
complete the outfit. He was about to push it up, when he noticed the
snap fastener in front and popped that open, baring my chest for
good.

I
smirked as I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, as I doubt
he would have noticed, the way he was transfixed by my still very
firm – and still original, I might add – tits. I guess I
wasn't exactly making it easier for him; with my hands cuffed behind
me, I was naturally pushing them out, presenting them all the more.

I
instinctively moaned as he first made contact. His fingertips traced
the sides of my cups with a feathery touch, taking his time as if to
memorize it without mistake. Eventually, his fingers spread out until
his palms cupped my breasts entirely and carefully applied a bit more
pressure.

His
slow, nervous approach actually made this feel very nice for me too;
certainly better than the aimless groping I was subjected to most of
the time. I wondered if he noticed my heart speeding up a bit under
his touch, quite a feat for someone who was probably ten years
younger and so obviously inexperienced.

He apparently did notice
my hardening nipples, as his attention was directed to them, his
fingers moving down to them, pushing lightly against my little nubs,
again so very much probing and testing and I was happy to serve as
practice subject.

However, the clock was
ticking and as entranced as he was, he might would have wasted it all
on my tits. Of course you could say that I didn't really have much
reason to urge him for more, and

yeah, while this would
have gotten a little boring after a while, I could have lived with
it. But I guess I had some pity with the guy and it would have been a
shame if he would waste everything. Just touching some titties, that
he could have gotten cheaper.

When he moved to pinch my
nipples, I used the chance and staggered with a low moan, before
sinking to my knees, as if my legs would have given out under the
pleasure.

"A-are you alright?"
he asked, naturally concerned.

Meanwhile, I did my best
to appear flustered. "Of-of course I am! I... was just tired of
standing all the time!"

"Oh... ehm..."
He jerked in this direction and that, starting to move down to me and
straitening up again, visibly unsure what to do. I didn't know if he
was still too ashamed to go with the obvious or if he really had no
idea what to do with a cuffed girl on her knees before him. So it was
up to me to help him out again.

I stared at his crotch as
if noticing it for the first time, then recoiled as I noticed him
noticing me – but still taking a good look at it from the
corner of my eyes. "D-don't get any funny ideas, just because
you wave that thing in my face doesn't make me want to see it or
anything!"

At the very least, he
could get hints. The button was opened, the fly went down, the boxers
pushed aside and – hmm, not too shabby. I leaned closer to his
rock-hard erection and he slightly backed off, still seeming nervous,
but I guess it was understandable. This was probably the first time
he ever let anyone so close it, after all. But since he was here, he
was planning on getting it even much, much closer to me, so he'd have
to bear with it.

I curiously eyed his
member from various angles, sniffed at it, I even attempted to reach
out for it to be stopped by the cuffs. I hadn't forgotten them, but
it was good for the show to keep reminding him of my helplessness.

Most importantly, I kept
my lips close to his dick. "So, that is your... thing?" I
basically breathed against his sensitive skin, which in return
increased his breathing quite a bit.

"C-could you..."
he began, but I silenced him with a look and mouthed "Don't
ask". He swallowed as he fought to regain his composure. It
worked to some extend, his face getting a bit more serious, his
breathing a little more calm. "K-kiss it!"

I gave a low whine and
pout, but I also pursed my lips in the process and closed in. First I
just gave him a chaste peck on his twitching member, purposely
missing the sensitive head, only venturing down and sideways as I
"started to like the taste", the kisses getting longer and
wetter, and now and then ever so lightly darting the tip of my tongue
out. I took my sweet time before I finally went up and planted a soft
kiss on the very tip of his head. He reflexively thrust his hips
forward, obviously wanting more, but I instantly backed off. Looking
in his eyes, I saw the confusion and disappointment before the haze
of pleasure vanished enough for him to realize what he did.

"I-I..." he
started to stammer, but then trailed off and his eyes changed again
as the realization hit that he actually could get what he
instinctively desired. "P-put it in your m-mouth!"

"Whaa...? That's
gross!"

He wavered a moment at my
whiny complaint, but fortunately his resolve did not falter. "P-put
it in!"

Keeping my eyes on his
erect member, I huffed, shaking in my bonds, as if doing a last
clumsy struggle to escape. But ultimately, I leaned forward again. I
took him into my mouth, smiling around his cock at the sound of his
cute gasp as I let the length slide past my lips, over my tongue, but
purposely only halfway. I did not bob my head up and down, just
rubbed my tongue teasingly against the thick shaft squashing it down.
Glancing up to him, keeping a playful look, I tried to convey with my
eyes what I wanted him to do.

I was worried for a bit
that he wouldn't, that this was already so new and felt so good that
he didn't feel the need for more. But finally, I felt a soft grip on
my tresses near the odd clips, a light nudge forward and I was happy
to oblige. A light pull and I backed off a bit.

I let him guide me over
his cock and I made sure that he got that I was enjoying this by
moaning against it. For a bit, I contemplated if I should wait for
another command, but eventually figured to take the decision from him
and started to run my tongue against the invading shaft.

It didn't take long until
his grip tightened, his cock throbbed, and so I took the signs to
scoot forward to engulf his dick entirely. I tightened my throat
around the bit of his head that had made its way down there and
flicked my tongue at the spot where the cock met his scrotum. The
reaction came instantly: Thick globs of cum were pumped relentlessly
into my waiting mouth, but I did my best to swallow every drop of it.

Finally, the stream of cum
ceased and he let go of me with an exhausted groan as he stumbled
backwards, the softening cock slipping out of my lips. I waited a bit
for him to calm down as he gasped for air, taking the time to take a
few deep breaths myself – I might be a pro, but that didn't
mean I could deepthroat for hours nor that I wouldn't get the least
bit excited during a blowjob.

"Ewww!" I
eventually muttered, gaining his attention again. "You could
have at least warned me before making me drink that stuff!"

"S-sorry..." he
mumbled with a guilt-ridden face, making me stifle a laugh as he
apologized for something I had clearly done on my own. But I wouldn't
be surprised if he hadn't even noticed that while I was busy sucking
him off. So instead I huffed, attempting to stand up. A task I could
have easily done myself despite my hands being cuffed behind me, but
he instantly went over and carefully took my arm to help me up.

I used the chance and
"stumbled" out of his grasp and landed face forward on the
bed. And I was pretty much aware that he could now get a good look at
my panty-clad ass, the skirt having ridden up during my fall.

"Kyaa! You pervert!
Don't look!" I yelled, while shaking my ass in a way that could
be interpreted as clumsily trying to get the skirt back down, but was
obviously only to counter my words and invite his eyes on my shapely
butt. "You better not – Ah!" I was cut off by my own
surprised gasp as I felt trembling fingertips lightly brushing
against my thigh just below the hemline of my girly light-pink
panties. Him initializing a touch without me enticing him to startled
me a bit, but I guess it was a good sign. However, he got me to jump
and jerk at my bonds in surprise when he made me realize that he had
actually been bold enough to aim at something different and just
missed, when his fingers moved away from my thigh to directly poke my
snatch through the fabric.

"W-wet..." he
muttered, seemingly more to himself, but it also called my attention
to the increasing moistness from my heating sex, apparently enough to
show through. That was... well, not unusual, but maybe a bit
unexpected in this case.

"D-don't touch
there!" I squeaked, maybe even higher than intended. "I-I
swear, if you dare to even think to... do that directly, I...
I..."

He naturally got my hint
and his thumbs already went under the waistband of my panties,
starting to pull them down my buttocks. He deeply inhaled as he bared
my pussy while I went back into my role and started to thrash again.

"IIAAAH! Don't look!
Don't look! That's a dirty place!" Inwardly, I laughed at that
line. I had used it so often, as it seemed expected from the "young,
(more or less) shy schoolgirl", but even when I still was one,
I'd never would have thought of it as "dirty" myself. Must
have been a Japanese thing.

Naturally, once my panties
were out of the way, pooling at my spread knees, he couldn't resist
the temptation of touching my burning snatch again, eliciting more
honest gasps as he ran his fingers probingly up and down its by now
undeniable slick length and a full-blown moan when he actually dared
to push two of them in. Not very deep, not playing with it much,
hardly even teasing. It was more like he was testing, seeing that,
yes, there is indeed a hole to stick a certain something in.

I sure would have liked
him exploring a bit more, maybe even getting a little taste of me,
but I was the whore and the client's wishes came first. So I couldn't
exactly say no when he asked: "So... uhm... c-can I... we...
now... you know?"

Glancing past my shoulder,
I saw that his little self indeed already stood as proudly as before,
if not more. Kinda impressive, seeing how he shot quite a load in my
mouth just a few moments before. The wonders of youth, I guess.

"W-What? Don't tell
me you want to stick your dirty thing inside me!" I exclaimed
before shaking at the cuffs again. "J-just because you could do
it anytime doesn't mean you just can...!"

I saw him nodding
understandingly, a small smile on his face. Though then he surprised
me a little by grasping my shoulder and trying to roll me around. I
would have guessed that he'd want to do me from behind, seeing how I
already was in a good position for doggy-style. Also, when facing my
back, not having to see my face would probably make it easier to
imagine that girl he'd like here in my place. But then again, as
innocent as he seemed, he might not even be aware that you could have
sex in something other than the missionary position.

I wasn't going to
complain, but as I was already halfway on my back, I stopped him
anyway. "Wait, wait, wait!" I broke character for a moment,
showing the cuffs to him. "Could you cuff me to the bedframe
instead? It's rather uncomfortable having to lie on my arms."

He stared at me, blinking
in surprise for a few seconds before mumbling an okay and looking
around for the keys. I was just about to point them out, when he
noticed them on the same armoire where I took the cuffs from
previously. He reluctantly got off the bed and hurried to get them,
quickly returning behind me. I could feel his fumbling around my left
wrist as he worked to get the small key into its hole, before the
cuff finally opened and released my arm. I scooped up the bed along
with him as he pulled my right arm, cuffs still dangling from it, up
to the headpiece of the bed, past one of the numerous bars in the
middle that had been used for this purpose countless of times before.
Getting a gentle hold of my left arm, he moved that to the other side
of the bar, taking the cuffs and closing the open one around my
just-freed wrist, trapping me yet again. I smiled to myself at his
rigid breathing, most definitely he noticed how close our bodies had
become during the process, him basically lying on me already. He
sported quite a blush as he pushed himself off me, while I gave the
cuffs another few demonstrative tugs, pouting as if mildly annoyed by
being all helpless again.

I didn't notice at first,
but I was licking my lips in anticipation as I watched him pulling
off his shirt and his trousers and boxers down, the redness never
leaving his face. I gave a startled yelp as he next grasped my
panties that were still bunched around my knees and pulled them down
and off my legs. "Kyaa! You fiend!" I almost laughed at his
growing boldness.

He just smiled nervously
and sat back on the bed. It was a little odd, he could have me
undressed as well when he had me uncuffed. As it was now, I was only
missing my panties, my skirt hiked up enough to bare my pussy and the
blouse was still open. So I guess he still had all the access he
needed while still having me cosplay. I was still even had those
shiny black shoes on, usually not even permitted in Japanese rooms,
let alone on a bed, but I guess it helped the image.

Parting the white blouse,
he fully revealed my breasts again and I closed my eyes, humming in
agreement as he cupped them and softly started to knead them while he
moved between my spread legs. It wasn't so much exciting as it was
relaxing like a massage, at least to me, but I guess he did it to
calm his own nerves a bit as well.

When I felt something hard
against my entrance though, my eyes instantly shot open again.
"Uh-uh-uh!" I uttered denying, pulling my hips sharply away
from his cock. He looked at me with apparent confusion and even a
little hurt, which I certainly hadn't meant to cause. Not wanting to
break character more than necessary, I just nodded over to the small
packages on the table next to the bed. He relaxed as he realized what
I wanted and reached over to get one of the condoms. He might have
been a cute, innocent guy, but there was no way I'd let anyone inside
me without a rubber.

He struggled a bit with
the condom, obviously not used to put one on, maybe never even having
been shown. I contemplated asking him to uncuff me to do it for him,
but eventually he managed, his erection now wrapped in the protective
latex. Positioning himself over me, I could feel his entire body
shacking as his now encased cock again set against my opening. It was
pushed forward, entering me ever so slowly.

I threw my head back,
moaning loudly as I let the sensations of being filled wash over me.
There was no acting required here. I might have hated the
circumstances every so often, sometimes utterly despised the one
attached to it, but by whatever deity was out there, I couldn't
possibly deny loving the feel of a hard penis parting my inner walls,
of being full. I don't know if that's the natural behavior to
encourage reproduction or if it just meant I was a slut, but to be
honest, I couldn't care less.

Not only was he moving
slowly, he also paused on his way into me a few times, no doubt
taking his time to get used to this new, overwhelming sensation. He
took the longest break when he finally had his entire length in me,
trying to catch his breath, though certainly not from exhaustion yet.
Our eyes met briefly, though he quickly averted his, his blush ever
present. Maybe he hadn't even realized until then that he was
hovering closely over me by now, our faces mere inches apart.

I'm not sure if he closed
his eyes because he noticed that looking down made him stare at my
chest instead, or if he was still desperately trying to get his body
under control. Either way, shortly after, he was starting to move,
barely noticeable for me at first, pretty much just grinding against
me. Eventually, he slid further out and back in, however, he never
really picked up much pace.

That was fine by me
though. As said, it was all about his pleasure, this was his show. If
he wanted to take it slow, then so be it.

The moderate rhythm, in
which the waves of pleasure spread from our joined sexes with every
movement, let me drift back into my prior state of relaxation. I
closed my eyes, sighing in delight whenever he pushed entirely into
me.

His hands found their way
back onto me, a butterfly touch at my waist. What I didn't expect was
his next action, as I suddenly felt his lips brushing against mine.
He made it so obvious that he didn't have any experience with it, I'm
not sure if it even qualified as kiss. Granted, my first attempts at
kissing probably weren't all that great either. His insecurity at
this was actually kinda cute. His lips were pressed firmly together,
touching mine not in a long kiss, but in a series of brief pecks,
repeating the same over and over again in the same rhythm he pushed
into me. My lips turned into a smile against his, seeing how he
obviously couldn't get enough of the taste, but didn't dare to linger
longer than a second each time we met. Nonetheless I started
returning his kisses just as softly, matching his rhythm, luring him
on.

His hands started to roam,
over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, without really applying more
pressure. I don't think he was just too scared to be more rough, I
think he wanted to be as gentle as possible, just caressing my body,
trying to return the pleasure he was gaining from slowly sliding in
and out of me.

With my experience, I
could easily tell the different ways people had sex with me. So I
realized that he wasn't trying to "fuck" me – he was
making love to me. Well, probably he was rather making love to that
girl in his mind.

Still, this way he did it,
it felt oddly... nice. Really nice!

Don't get me wrong, I
might have to fake it more often than not, but it wasn't that
rare either for me to actually reach an orgasm from a client. And
there have been plenty, who were more gentle than rough as well,
treating me like a lover rather than a whore. But I sure as hell
didn't expect those first tingling signs with this particular client
at that moment from only this little physical stimulation.

I
could feel it growing. My breath was getting shallower, my heart
beating faster. My hands involuntarily tugged at the imprisoning
cuffs to grasp whatever was making me feel so good, but since that
was impossible, settled for the next best thing in reach instead,
clenching around the very bar that held them to the bed. I knew, if
he didn't before, I would come for sure. By this. By him.

It was
starting to look like a big "if" though. His arms gave out
and he rested now fully on top of me. No longer able to support even
his head, our chaste kisses ceased, his head falling next to mine. I
think he wanted to keep kissing, if not my lips then at least my neck
as he pressed his lips against it, but all I could feel were his
chocked gasps against my skin.

His
thrusts, if you want to call them such, lost their slow, even pace
and became more erratic, as he fought the inevitable – either
to prevent it or to speed it up. My hips thrust up to met his, my
feet even tangling around his legs.

And by
the looks of it, I could really... I could really... by just some
soft touches and innocent pecks... I really...

I
screamed his name and then it went black for a second or so. Probably
more, at least I was only vaguely aware of things then. Him lying on
top of me. The sound of his slowly calming breathing. His softening
cock being pulled out of me. Him struggling up, reaching out for my
wrists. Working on my cuffs. All the while I still pondered in my
daze how it could have even been possible. Maybe I just had wanted
this so badly...

I
finally came back to my senses as I felt something wet dripping onto
my cheek. Looking up, I saw him still fumbling to open the metal
restrains holding me. His teary eyes probably made it harder than
necessary to get the key into its hole.

As
soon as he had opened one of the cuffs, I reached up to him, getting
him to look at me with a startled gasp as I caressed his cheek. He
was obviously not expecting me to show such kindness, now that the
main event was over, but somehow his reaction, his pained expression,
made my stomach curl as well.

"You
okay?" I asked him softly, pulling him back down on me, letting
him rest his head on my chest. Of course he didn't have to answer.
I've seen this plenty of times before, especially in those who had a
wife or girlfriend at home, who might not gave them what they wanted
sexually, but whom they still deeply cared for. Once the rush was
over, the endorphins ebbing away, nothing was left to suppress the
overwhelming guilt.

Naturally, he shook his
head. "I..." he said sobbing. "I just thought... hoped
that this would be the only reason I'd feel that way about her...
That... that I only really wanted this from her... And to do it with
you... satisfying these urges... I could finally let go... I could
finally stop feeling for her like this. B-but now I just... I feel
like I've cheated on her..."

I listened to him, running
a hand soothingly over his back, a knowing smile on my face. "You
love her, don't you?"

He didn't answer right
away, likely thinking about it. "Love" was a big word after
all, even more so when it was the first. But eventually, he nodded
hesitatingly.

"Then you really
should tell her..."

He twitched noticeably in
my arms. "I- I don't think I could do that," he muttered
with a hint of panic. "She's... w-well, she can get... I mean,
there were already a few who confessed and she... didn't react too
well... And on top of that, she keeps telling me that I'm just a
weakling who could never get a girl to like him and... and..."

I tried my best to
suppress a chuckle. "Well, maybe she didn't react too well to
those confession because they weren't by the one she wanted to hear
it from," I reasoned. "And as for her telling you being
weak: Maybe she just wants to tell you to be more confident?"

"I d-don't know..."
he admitted. "I don't think I could become confident enough..."

"You seemed rather
confident before," I told him, maybe exaggerating a bit.

"Well, maybe because
you..."

I interrupted him by
holding the arm up with the cuffs still dangling from it. "Because
of these?" He nodded. "Well, you could try that with her as
well..."

He shot me a look as if I
had lost my mind. This time, I really couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry, I most certainly didn't mean you should actually just
grab her and tie her up beforehand – you can save that for
later, if she's into it," I added with a wink. "But you
could imagine she was. Maybe gagged too. Imagine that she couldn't do
anything but listen to you, unable to leash out. Imagine that she
couldn't possibly hurt or reject you."

"But..."

My smile softened. "I
can't promise you that you won't get hurt. But if you ever want to
get the necessary confidence, you have to push aside that fear. You
have to act like you did with me."

"I just... what if
she doesn't like me as well...?"

I sighed softly, stroking
his hair. "Sorry, of course I don't know her, least of all how
she truly feels. But you know, from what you told me about her... it
reminds me a lot of myself when I was younger..."

"It does?" By
now he had calmed down considerably in my arms, speaking clearly.

"Yeah, I had a
rather... complicated relationship with a boy, not unlike you back
then. I think we both knew that there was... something between
us. But he never dared to say anything, and I, well, I had plenty of
reasons why I couldn't admit it to him or myself. And things only got
worse, making it damn near impossible to do so. After the Impact,"
I swallowed, my voice dropping even further. I hadn't even realized
that it did so before. It had really been quite a while since I
thought about any of that. "After the Impact, we still stuck
together for a short time, but eventually, I just couldn't take the
situation anymore and went off on my own as soon as I knew I was fine
– well, physically. N-never saw him again..." Great, now I
felt my eyes burning. "I can only imagine how things would have
been if he would ever have
had the courage to tell me. I'm not sure if being rejected once could
really be as bad as asking yourself such "What ifs?" your
entire life..."

"I-I'm
sorry," he muttered, his words actually getting another chuckle
out of me.

"Don't
be," I told him, my fingers gently ruffling his hair. "After
all, I wouldn't be here otherwise to give you tips."

He
smiled at that, but it didn't last long. "That guy..." he
asked carefully, "was that Shinji?"

I
stared at him in surprise. How...?

He
must have noticed my look, as he blushed and averted his eyes again.
"You said his name when you... w-well..."

Oh...
I did, didn't I? "Yeah," I muttered absently, holding him
close as I stared up to the ceiling. "Yeah, that was his
name..."

He
told me a bit more after that, about that girl, Angela he called her.
How her parents had been friends with his and had been visiting, just
when Third Impact struck. Her parents never returned from the sea and
so she was taken in by his family. And then things developed from
there, until "uncle Hitachi", with whom I would have to
have a serious talk later, offered to help him with his situation.

But
all the while I listened to this young man cuddled against me, my
mind kept drifting back to the past, already more than ten years ago,
down this wretched path my old self would have never even imagined to
take, trying to fight all the "What ifs" back; the "What
if Shinji really would have confessed to me like that?", the
"What if I had been a little nicer to him, a little less
obsessed with other things?", the "What if the Impact had
never happened?" and so on. None of them mattered anymore, none
could be changed.

It's
been a long time since I've been that proud girl, living to pilot,
not needing – not wanting to need anybody. Now, I'm a whore.

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A/N:
Welcome to my series of, well, "Bondage Shorts", one-shots
connected only by a common theme (guess which one). I actually had
meant another one to be the first entry, one that was emphasizing
that certain fetish a bit more, but knowing me, that one will still
take a while till it's finished. I was even contemplating whether to
make this one part of the series at all, or rather whether to still
make it a series. I have started with a couple of them (you could get
some glimpses on the Lemontastica forums [/obligatory plug]), but the
idea for this series is already 5-7 years old, and I pretty much
started back then – in other words, with likely a long time
between these releases, I might just as well just release them
individually. However, some of these might not end up standing well
on their own, like unusual settings or the characters being rather
OOC for the sake of the particular story, maybe even so that it'd
barely count as Eva lemon and just being written as such because I
like to imagine these characters in those settings/situations. ;)

I
guess this one already kinda stretching it. Another reason I wanted
to start with a different story, but whatever...

Thanks to Rommel and sankarah for feedback on this one.
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