Talia's Cruise is a story I've been building out for a long time, it's now over 12,000 words and 29 typed pages. This is a new snippet I've never published anywhere, hopefully you enjoy. This scene transitions into some lift & carry action that is pretty fun to write. I'll add that here if anyone is interested.
BTW... there is a new story available on the site called "Capitol Domination" if you have any interest.
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It was 8:00 at night when Talia entered the dressing room located just behind the stage. It was nothing glamorous, just four folding chairs in front of mirrors mounted on the wall and a table for each contestant to apply makeup or whatever they needed to do. Talia took in her surroundings, the dim lights cast strange shadows on tacky wallpaper, the scent of hairspray and perfume mingled and hung in the air.
Talia was dressed casually in a white cotton t-shirt that fit tightly around her muscular torso, and a pair of cotton athletic shorts that were incredibly short, a pair of elevated flip-flops completed the ensemble. Her dark brown hair was still wet as it hung gently just below her shoulders over which she had slung a small red gym bag. She ambled confidently to the one of the chairs and placed her bag on the table.
At first the two other contestants were silent, but Talia could tell they were taking in the new competition and exchanging glances. She was perfectly content to remain silent but after a few awkward moments one of them broke the silence.
A stunning blonde dressed in a red, string bikini stepped closer and reached her hand out. “Hi, my name is Mia,” she struggled to get out with a thick German accent.
“Talia,” she replied dismissively.
“From America?”
“Born and raised,” Talia replied as she opened her gym bag.
“This is Kristina,” said the German, pointing to another blonde from Sweden. Dressed in a tank top and purple panties, she towered over the room standing at just over six feet, her body in perfect symmetry with her impressive height. The tall blonde seemed dismissive of Talia, a notion she made a mental note of, Talia made it impossible to dismiss her.
“Are you enjoying the cruise?
Before Talia could answer, Kristina the tall blonde chimed in, “Oh, I think she is.”
“You don’t fucking know me,” Talia shot back cooly. Kristina was getting on her nerves, never a good thing.
“I watched her fuck three people on the pool deck this morning and when I went to the gym I saw two men naked on the floor who looked like they had been fucked within an inch of their lives. You’re what we call in Sweden a hora.”
Talia laughed to herself as she swiftly approached the giant Swede who quickly shot to her feet, her back resting against the wall.
“Hmmm, you saw that huh? I’m going to add plenty more to that list, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. Should I add you to my little collection?” Talia taunted, gently brushing her finger along the tall blonde’s cheekbone. “You are gorgeous, but I don’t like your fucking attitude.”
Both women were clearly in shock by Talia’s sudden aggression, but it’s safe to say that neither of them had ever encountered anyone quite like her. In a nervous burst of anger she swatted Talia’s arm away.
With lightning quickness Talia seized her by the throat and lifted her five inches off the ground, her arms bulging and sexual tension rising.
“Why be a bitch? We could have gotten along fine,” Talia explained calmly, with little emotion. Kristina was kicking her feet, struggling in futility to get Talia to release her delicate throat while gasping for air. “I bet I could still lick your pussy and you’d cum easily,” Talia flashed a wicked smile at Mia who was clearly shocked by what was unfolding.
The Swede had brought out Talia’s dark side, the flip side of nymphomania was often a complete disregard for the pain or feelings of others. When combined with her unimaginable strength it could be a scary scene. Talia retrained her gaze on Kristina, who was still struggling in Talia’s iron grip
“Nah, you don’t deserve the pleasure,” Talia remarked as if to herself. In a sudden burst of strength Talia bore down on her choke hold and then slammed her against the wall. She smiled at Mia and let Kristina fall to the floor in a useless heap.
“Is she dead?” asked the innocent Mia.
“She’ll be fine, she’s just going to take a little nap.”
“Is she out of the competition?”
“There is no competition sweetie,” Talia replied, approaching Mia.
“Well….what do you mean? We are supposed to have a competition for the money,” The young, naive German replied.
Talia stopped to consider her next move. There wasn’t going to be a “competition” Talia was sure of that, but she was sure ready to put on a show. Her body was burning with adrenalin from her little altercation, and when the adrenaline was pumping her sex drive was essentially unstoppable.
She stepped into the center of the room and ripped her t-shirt down the middle with ease revealing her incredible physique. Mia let out a barely audible gasp as she took in the sight, Talia held up her tattered shirt for a moment and dropped the useless rag on the floor.
“You won’t be able to compete with me sweetie,” Talia explained matter-of-factly, “but perhaps I’ll allow you to be a part of my little show.”
“Wait, what do you mean?” Mia responded nervously.
Talia held her gaze as she approached the stunned girl until she was standing close enough to smell her sweet breath. Mia’s heart was racing as Talia observed her closely. While she wasn’t quite the specimen that Talia was, she was certainly a beautiful woman in her own right. Mia had icy blue eyes framed by a faintly freckled face with high cheekbones and perfect, naturally pink lips. Her dirty blonde hair was long and straight, flowing past her shoulder blades.
She certainly came to win the contest, her red, string bikini stretched across her flawless body. While she was nowhere near Talia in the strength department, it was clear she was no stranger to the gym. Broad shoulders gave way to perfectly round DD tits, her large nipples practically poking through the shiny fabric of her bikini top, as her ample chest tapered into a flat stomach with the slight outline of a six pack and no fat to be found. A soft shiny patch covered her delectable snatch with the strings of her bikini resting along her hip bones, gliding to the intersection just above her muscular ass, with a thin string disappearing between her luscious cheeks. A nicely built, firm set of legs finished the package. Talia was pretty impressed, her mind racing with how to put her to work for maximum effect.
“Do you fuck girls sweetie?” Talia asked with oddly misplaced sincerity.
“Sometimes,” Mia replied, seemingly gaining back some of her confidence as she realized she might not be headed for the same fate as poor Kristina.
“Do you think you’d like to fuck me?”
Mia looked Talia over, it was her turn to appraise the situation. Talia was pumped with strength and sex, her body seemingly chiseled from marble, yet she was undeniably feminine. When she looked into Talia’s emerald green eyes her heart practically skipped a beat. Mia suddenly realized that she was overcome with raw sexual energy, she was falling under Talia’s nympho spell...and she loved it.
“Perhaps,” replied Mia with a coy smile.
“How should I convince you?”
“Flex your bicep for me, I want to feel how hard it is.”
Talia smiled and curled her arm, slowly flexing her muscle into a solid 12” bicep with a sexy vein splitting it down the middle. She pumped it a few times, making the ball of muscle jump under her tan, satin skin. She squeezed it as hard as she could, gaining a little more size.
A nervous smile crossed Mia’s lips as she placed her hand on top of Talia’s pumped muscle. Her skin was soft, but it gave way to a rock hard bicep that defied description. Mia could feel Talia’s strength down to her core and the feeling of excitement made her stomach do flips and her pussy gush. She caressed it from front to back, squeezing down hard one moment and then lightly brushing her fingers along its peak.
“Is it hard enough for you?” Talia asked, knowing that Mia was falling under her spell just like everyone else.
“I want to feel more,” Mia replied.
Talia grabbed her firmly by the chin and pulled her in for a kiss. For a moment Mia resisted, based mostly on instinct and the suddenness of Talia’s advance, but she quickly let her guard down and allowed herself to melt into Talia’s embrace.
Their soft lips met and their tongues rolled together, Talia still holding her face, controlling the action. Suddenly they were interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Ladies, the show is about to start. May I come in?”
Mia shot a terrified look at Talia. She had become so transfixed on Talia that she completely forgot about Kristina and the contest. Talia gave her a reassuring look and said “Let me do the talking, we won’t have a problem.”
“Sure, come in,” Talia yelled, her finger placed on Mia’s lips as a reminder.
The door swung open and a stunningly beautiful man stepped over the threshold.
“Hi ladies, my name is Michael, I’ll be the MC for the show tonight,” he blurted out in a thick Australian accent without so much as looking around the room.
He had jet black hair slicked back in perfect Clark Kent style and a tight black t-shirt with a chest that could rival Superman himself, his outfit was finished by a pair of dark blue jeans. He had light blue eyes and a strong, square jaw with perfect white teeth. Even Talia was a little taken aback, and she was not easily impressed.
“Hi Michael, I’m Talia and this is Mia,” said Talia, still topless from her little demonstration.
He took one look at Talia’s topless physique and did a double take. “Sorry, I thought, uh, you girls were decent,” he stammered uncomfortably. As he scanned the room he saw Kristina crumpled on the floor.
“What’is going on here?” he asked pointedly.
“Oh, we were just having a little fun and Kristina here got a little out of hand,” Talia responded casually.
“Is she alive?”
“Oh yes, I certainly stopped short of killing her, but I could have,” Talia replied coldly.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, staring at the Swede.
“I said my name is Talia,” she replied, closing her lips in a tight smile, slowly stepping toward him.
“Michael, I’d like to suggest a different format for the show,” Talia pronounced casually.
“What are you talking about?” he replied incredulously.
“I know you think you’re in control here, but the sooner you realize that you’re not, the easier this will be and the more fun everyone will have.”
She was now right in front of him, she reached up and gently grabbed his face with one hand. Their eyes locked for a moment then she pulled his face toward hers, kissing him deeply, her tongue diving into his suddenly awaiting mouth. His knees buckled, she knew he was hers.
She pulled her lips away and while still holding him by his chiseled jaw, she directed his gaze toward Mia who was watching in astonishment. “Michael, what do you think of Mia here? She’s pretty incredible isn’t she?”
“Yes, she’s beautiful.”
“Indeed she is,” Talia replied, letting go of him and stepping toward Mia. She walked behind her and gently nudged Mia toward him. They inched closer as Mia stared up at him with complete lust in her eyes. Talia then stepped behind Michael, grabbed his t-shirt by the collar and ripped it in half with little effort at all, revealing a powerfully cut body with thick arms and washboard abs.”Go ahead sweetie, touch him,” Talia encouraged Mia.
Mia stepped right in front of him and ran her left hand over his slab of a chest, then down his hard stomach while her right hand went straight for his bulging cock, 9 inches straining against his tight jeans. Talia stepped back and watched as Michael unzipped his pants, freeing his straining member which Mia grabbed and stroked delicately, using her thumb to caress his frenulum, that incredibly sensitive spot.
Michael was completely taken, he grabbed Mia under the arms and lifted her onto a nearby counter, he then pulled her thong aside and inserted two thick fingers into her waiting pussy. She gasped and threw her head back as he fingered her with expert precision, aggressively massaging her internal button and using his thumb to stimulate her clit. Within 45 seconds her body tensed and she gushed, squirting everywhere including all over Michael’s body, which now glistened with her sex. She shook violently as the orgasmic waves coursed through her body.
Talia was impressed by the display. Michael moved away for a moment as the shock sunk in. What had just happened? How did he walk into a room full of women and been so completely under their control? Talia smiled at him and approached, still topless with impossibly tiny shorts. She slid her hand across his chiseled abdomen, rubbing Mia’s milky liquid into his skin then down to his raging hard on, using it to stroke him a bit more. His breathing was heavy, his cock ready to explode.
“Michael, you sure know how to please a woman,” Talia commented as she slowly edged his cock. She then tightened her grip, slowly increasing the pressure until pleasure turned to pain. His eyes met hers as she stared at him intensely. “We’re going to put on a different kind of show tonight, one that will be talked about for years to come,” she explained. “You’ll both follow my instructions to the letter, is that understood?”
Michael looked at her and swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I understand completely.”
“Shall I show you what happens if you disobey?” Without waiting for an answer Talia lowered her hand and gave a quick but painful squeeze to his balls. Michael doubled over, the message was clear.
“What do you have in mind?” Mia asked as she came back to earth.
“We’re going to put on a show that will make the crowd unable to control themselves, and we will be main event,” explained Talia.
“What does that mean?” asked Michael.
“Just follow my lead, you’ll see,” Talia assured him as she licked Mia’s sex from her fingers, leaving Michael’s cock throbbing, desperately seeking release. “Zip up your pants and put your shirt back on. You’re going to start the show just like you had planned. You’ll introduce Mia first, then me. I’ll be taking over once I come on stage.”
