Switch: Reaction and Research

Image by Freezeboy Tim

Image by Freezeboy Tim

You’ve been eagerly awaiting another episode in the erotic adventures of Olivia and Nicholas, haven’t you? Well, darlings, I know it has been a while, but here you go.

Fresh from her first scene with Nicholas, Olivia is confused by her own reaction to it, so she does what any reasonable person does these days — ask the Internet! Of course, when you set out to research kinky topics in public cafes, you always run the risk of being discovered, sometimes by an ex-boyfriend you’d really rather not see.

Check out the latest episode of Switch in Reaction and Research.

Writing Prompt – We Need You Again

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It all started with a writing prompt: The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, “We need you again,” then hangs up.

I just started writing, with no clear idea of where it would go or what, exactly, I wanted to write about. I haven’t finished whatever it’s going to be, but one day later, this is what I have so far. Have a read through, and then in the comments tell me where you think it should go from here. Be imaginative! Let’s have some fun with this.🙂


The phone app rings on my wrist. The voice on the other end says, “We need you again,” then disconnects.

Groggy with sleep, I drag myself out of bed, glancing at the face of my smartcuff that reads 09:48. Seriously? Don’t they know I’m not a morning person? I glare at the softly glowing screen of the device and slumber off to the bathroom of my tiny apartment to splash some water on my face and wake up. After taking care of the first essentials, I then stumble into the kitchenette, lights turning on as I enter.

“Alexa, coffee,” I grumble into the air, and the machine starts heating up in its wall cubby.

“Good morning, Kate. Please allow one minute for the water to reach optimal temperature.  Shall I prepare a Kovashi breakfast bar for you?”

The disembodied voice, so perfect in its intonation, obviously intended to be comforting, only serves to further darken my mood.

“Just the coffee.”

I know I should eat something, but another soulless, even if perfectly nutritious, processed protein bar is entirely unappetizing. My tastes run more toward eggs and toast, but my credit limit runs more toward Food Bar, Basic. What I wouldn’t give for some orange juice, real orange juice, not some flavored water generated out of Kovashi’s genetic engineering labs, but since the blight of ’47 that has been out of reach for all but the wealthiest citizens.

While I drink my coffee and hide the tiredness in my eyes with the lightest amount of shadow I can get away with, I ponder what it could be this time. It has been four months since my last job, and my credit is close to running out, as Alexa reminds me each time she orders restock for the kitchenette. Last time they wanted me to escort some businessman to a fancy dinner, keeping an eye out for any trouble, but the only trouble was when the client wanted more than a socially acceptable bodyguard after I’d seen him back to his hotel. I’m pretty sure the bruise I left him with is responsible for my recent lack of work.

Fifteen minutes later, dressed in a form-fitting grey one-piece, hair pulled back into a ponytail and the lightest amount of shadow to hide the tiredness in my eyes, I step out onto the platform of my residential building. A misty drizzle fills the air, and heat rises from the ground level, far, far below me. Across the void rises another apartment block, orange and grey, windows for those lucky enough to afford a view unit facing over the traffic lanes. Every twenty stories a bus platform extends, and on many of them I see other citizens awaiting their rides. Between our buildings a steady stream of buses and aircabs rushes by, with the occasional privately-owned vehicle for those lucky or silly enough to own one, while in the center the billboards drift along, lighting up the building face with their flashing colors and soothing voices exhorting us to buy the latest fashions, or tempting us with impossible excursions to islands that probably don’t exist. The city is not a quiet place, but then, where is?

 

The trip from my outer neighborhood to Westlake Center takes almost an hour, as the airbus stops frequently where citizens await on their platforms. Fortunately, it’s nearly a direct shot, and once I reach the downtown core I’m able to descend a few levels below the bus route and find pedestrian walkways that bridge the gap between commercial buildings. I jostle through the crowd, office workers on their lunch breaks and shoppers eying jewelry and electronic gizmos behind thick plate-glass displays, and make my way to the bank of elevators that will whisk me away from the commercial levels.

“Present authorization,” says the not-so-comforting voice of the control panel — no Alexa here — and I wave my smartcuff in front of the flashing sensor pad. A moment later the door opens, then closes behind me, and the elevator ascends rapidly, and I feel the pressure change in my ears, swallowing reflexively to clear them.

I step out into the lobby, and the impossibly beautiful and expensively enhanced receptionist smiles brightly at me.

“Welcome back, Ms Conyers. They’re expecting you in the conference room. I believe you know the way.”

I thank her with a smile of my own — Anita annoys me, but there’s no reason to antagonize her — and walk past. When I enter the conference room with its floor-to-ceiling windows, I pause for a moment to once again gaze upon the sea of buildings leading off as far as the eye can see, far above the constant advertising bombarding the lower levels. A discreet cough reminds me that I’m not here to admire the million-dollar view.

Three suits, two men and a woman, stand at the far side of the large glass and steel table that dominates the room. One of the men I know: Hugo Dresling, my boss, or at least he is whenever I’m on a job for Dresling Personal Services. Hugo’s not a bad guy, but he’s mercenarial at heart, and I’m not completely convinced that all of the personal services rendered through his company are strictly legal. Being an ex-cop — don’t ask, it didn’t work out well — my specialty is client protection, glorified bodyguard, and because I clean up well they like to use me for discreet social situations. Really I think they pick me more to look good at the client’s side at dinners, parties, and meetings than for any actual protection I could provide. Oh well, since getting fired from the force — I told you not to ask, didn’t I? — I can’t be too picky about where my jobs come from these days.

The other two I don’t know. I presume they’re the client. The man is about my age, maybe even younger, late twenties to early thirties I’d say, and he smiles as I walk in. Dark hair, neatly styled, his suit cut to impress. The woman, on the other hand, is closer to Hugo’s age, perhaps in her mid forties, though the only reason I think so is the confidant way she holds herself, the expression on her face that says I’m in charge here. Her hair is severely pulled back into a tight bun, and her makeup is no-nonsense, perfectly applied so that one could be forgiven for not realizing she’s wearing any. I’m immediately self-conscious of my own very rapid preparation this morning, and from the woman’s expression, she can tell. From the flawless complexions and perfectly apportioned features on both of them, I’m pretty sure they’ve spared little expense on upgrades.

“Kate, welcome, come in,” says Hugo. “Allow me to introduce Fiona and Lloyd Devereaux.”

“Ms Devereaux,” I greet her. “Mr Devereaux.” Her grip as we shake is firm, and she holds my hand for a moment longer than strictly customary. I have the sense she is appraising me somehow, and of course, why not? They are presumably here to hire my services, after all. I wonder about their relationship as we all sit down.

Bored Space Girl


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Thank you, darlings! I look forward to hearing your ideas. And, Happy Thanksgiving!

Cuffs and Clamps

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Image credit: IKxxki / ikxxki.deviantart.com, licensed under Creative Commons 3.0

After her first-ever spanking (at least, as an adult), Olivia decides to turn the tables on Nicholas and bend him over the bench, but of course things don’t turn out as she plans. Is Nicholas just humoring her? And when he takes back control, how will he punish her? More to the point, will she enjoy it?

As promised in the previous installment, together our heroine and hero turn up the heat. Fair warning: the action gets quite a bit more explicit in this scene. 18+ only, please!

This installment is a bit longer than the previous ones so far, at about 6500 words, and it’s already a continuation of the same scene that started in Safewords and Spankings. I considered breaking it down further, but I felt that would disrupt the flow of the narrative too much, so I hope you will forgive the length here. Actually, I hope you’ll be so caught up in the story that it will be a fast read!

Roughly the final thousand words of this scene appeared previously as a guest post on Tamsin Flowers’ Superotica blog in her 2014 Advent Calendar, alongside many other highly talented writers, an honor I treasure to this day. If you aren’t already familiar with Tamsin’s own work — well, why aren’t you? She’s one of the hottest writers in the genre today. And if you haven’t read her 200,000 word magnum opus, Alchemy xii, then I strongly recommend you give it a shot. The “prequel” chapter is available as a free download from Amazon, so you have nothing to lose!

Meanwhile, on with the story! Catch up with Olivia in Cuffs and Clamps

Safewords and Spankings

ropeWell now, this is unusual. Yes, that’s right, I’m posting two story excerpts in one day. I know, I know, I’ve been averaging something closer to one every three or four weeks, and now two in one day?

I couldn’t help myself, as I’ve been looking forward to putting out this next bit for a while. Why? Well, because we are turning up the heat! Yes, shorter portions of it have appeared in these pages before, but this is now unabridged, as they say. Uncut.

If you’ve been following the story so far, then you know that Olivia has returned to the C-Spot and re-encountered Nicholas, fresh from teaching a class on ropework. Yes, that kind of ropework. Olivia can see the student models exiting the class, flushed and glowing, and she doesn’t know exactly what went on, but she knows she wants a bit of whatever they have. So when Nicholas invites her to see more, she throws caution to the wind.

What happens next? Dive right into Safewords and Spankings and find out!

And hold on, because it’s only going to get steamier from here.

Olivia Returns to the Club

party-girlThe heady emotions of the Grind and meeting Nicholas have left Olivia rather confused, so after a bit of a break, she heads back to the C-Spot to confront him and find out if there is really anything between them. When she arrives, however, she is frustrated to find the club’s schedule doesn’t revolve around her. Enter Walter, doorman/psychiatrist, to provide some much-needed perspective.

Continue the unfinished (and yes, unpolished) story of Olivia Strong and Nicholas Paine with Return to the Club, or start from the beginning with Switch.

The Grind

nightclub silhouetteI know you’ve been waiting with baited breath to find out what happens next to Olivia and Ashley after their orientation, right? You’ll recall they were invited to stay for a social mixer and dance, and of course the deeply attractive Nicholas will be there. Will Nicholas notice Olivia in more than a passing manner, or will her rival Vera capture his attention? Find out, and follow them into The Grind.

Or, start at the beginning with Switch.

Summer Distractions

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Summer is here, and I had to take a little time out to get outside and enjoy the beautiful weather. A road trip, some hiking, some boating, and enjoying the company of friends — important things! But never fear, my lovelies, you are always in my mind, and I have not forgotten you! The next installment of Olivia’s story is coming soon!

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A School for Kinky Stuff

 

The next few installments of Olivia’s story are available!

When last we left her, Olivia had gotten herself into a bit of a sticky situation involving a set of handcuffs and a missing key. Wishing to learn from her mistakes, she talks to her friends, who are shocked! Shocked, I say! to find their dear Olivia has such interests.

Ahem.

Well, she does have such interests, doesn’t she? But, of course, she is very new to this new world, and in need of a little direction. So, she drags her friend Ashley off to find a local club that offers…. lessons.

Follow along in our unfinished, abandoned story of Olivia and A School for Kinky Stuff.

Or, see all the scenes published so far, in Switch.

Olivia and the Handcuff Key

woman-506120_640Continuing our selected unfinished tale, our heroine Olivia, after breaking up with Paul (you did read that bit already, right?), invites him back for a second chance.

Only, this time, she intends to spice things up a little bit. Paul gets quite a shock when he shows up for their date and Olivia brandishes a shiny new pair of handcuffs.

But, how will he react to this brazen wantonness? And just what did happen to the key to the cuffs?

Find out, and follow along as more scenes appear regularly, in Switch!