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Creep Show Stories



She hardly recognized him when he stumbled into her booth, looking more like a dirty old bum than a handsome exec. His hair had grown long over his ears and his face had grown grey with stubble. The clothes he wore looked like they hadn't touched soap and water for weeks. She wondered if he had fallen off the wagon . . . again.

He picked up the phone. "Hey Jane. "

"Hey Mike, haven't seen you in a while. You're looking a little rough these days, things going OK?

"Yeah, I'm just taking some time off of work. Got up a little late this morning."

She nodded, knowing he was full of shit.

He held up a black paper bag and smiled. "Hey, I brought you something. Should I meet you 'round back like last time?"

"Yeah, just knock on the door and I'll open up."

He grinned and made for the hall. Seconds later, he was knocking on the door. Jane cracked the door just enough to poke her head out. He smiled and handed her the bag, "Hey, you look nice today."

"Thanks baby," she said. "I'll meet you back in my booth?"

"Yeah, just gotta hit the ATM on the way over."

She licked her lips and winked. "I'll be waiting."

He came back a couple minutes later just like he said. He slipped one twenty through the tip slot and one into the machine. He took off his jacket and undid his belt.

"You miss me, baby?" he asked.

"Of course, baby. You know you're my favorite."

He smiled. "I got those magazines you said you liked."

She opened the bag and pulled out two magazines. "Oh, baby, thank you!"

"I haven't looked at 'em yet," he said. "See . . . the seal's still good."

She ripped the seal and pulled out the first magazine, bouncing up and down with excitement. "Baby, you know how hot these get me."

He rubbed the front of his jeans. "You like looking at those naughty pictures, don't you?"

She slid one hand between her soft bare thighs and batted her lashes. "Yeah, while I touch myself," she purred.

He started to undo himself. "You come doing that, baby?"

She leaned toward the glass and licked her full lips. "I come thinking about kissing their soft tits and tasting their wet pussies."

He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. "What kind of tits does she have, baby?"

Jane took off her shirt and grabbed her bare breasts. "They're big and soft with pink puffy nipples."

He squeezed his eyes tighter and pulled out his cock. "What's her pussy like?" he asked.

"It's soft and smooth and swollen with desire."

He opened his eyes and moved closer to the window. "Show me in the magazine," he demanded. He didn't care if Jane was naked--he just wanted to listen to the story.

Jane opened the magazine and flipped through the pages, deciding on an attractive threesome scene: 1 guy, 2 girls. She turned the magazine around and held it open for him to see. She felt like the librarian downtown who reads stories to the children on Saturday mornings.

His eyes moved over the pages, taking in every detail. "Who are they?" he asked--his voice shaky with anticipation.

She pointed out each character. "This is Steve, the blonde is me, and the brunette is your wife."

"She looks like my wife," he said, smiling. "Same long brown hair and big natural tits."

"I know," Jane said, nodding. "Remember, you showed me her picture last time."

His brain was drawing blanks, but he mustered a smile anyway. "Oh, now I remember," he said. "So what are you gonna do to her?"

"Well . . ."

The window started to close.

"Oh, shit," he said, grabbing for his wallet. He slid another twenty through the tip slot and put two more twenties into the machine. The mechanism in the window made a loud jarring noise as the shade went back up. He took his cock--grown soft--back in his hand. "So what are you going to do to my wife?" he asked.

She touched the brunette on the page with the tip of her finger. "Well, I would start by . . ."

His cell phone started to ring. He answered it: "Hello? . . . Oh, hi baby . . . No, I'm still at the hotel . . . No, I haven't left yet . . . No, one of the girls didn't show up so I had to wait . . . No, baby. I'm not lying . . . "

The voice on the other end of the line became shrill and Jane suddently felt the urge to scream out--he's lying, he's lying. But she showed remarkable restraint, smiling patiently instead.

He turned away and cupped the mouthpiece. "I wouldn't lie to you, baby," he whispered. "I swear . . . Baby? . . . You still there?" He shook his head and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. He didn't say a word about the call. He gripped his cock once more. "So what are you gonna do to my wife?"

"First, I make her take off her clothes," she said. "Then, I tie her up so she can't get away."

His cock stirs. "Yes?"

"And then I take off my clothes so we're both naked."

His eyes held onto her every word.

She turned the page and continued with the story: "I start kissing her mouth, then her neck, working my way down to her large soft breasts."

He pointed to the picture. "Yeah, her breasts look just like my wife's."

Jane continued: "I start kissing her soft breasts and licking her nipples until they turn nice and hard in my mouth."

"And where's the guy--Steve? Is he watching?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's watching in the corner, naked."

His bottom lip started to quiver. "What's he doing?"

"He's stroking his cock, while he watches us."

"What's his cock like? Is it big?"

"Yeah, it's really big--probably about ten inches and it's really thick," she said.

"So do you kiss my wife down there?" he asked.

"Yeah, I slowly kiss my way down between her thighs and fill my mouth with her soft swollen lips."

"My wife doesn't shave, either."

"No, she doesn't," Jane said, pointing to the picture. "She's a naughty girl who likes to show off her pussy."

He closed his eyes and stroked harder. "Yeah, she likes to be watched," he said. "What's Steve doing now?"

Jane turned the page. "Steve walks over and your wife starts sucking his cock."

"Oh, yeah!" Mike said, sounding like he was about to come. He leaned forward and started doing himself real good, panting and making painful faces.

Jane pointed to the picture. "Look how nice and pretty her mouth looks around his cock."

The window started to close and he came alive like someone just poured cold water over his head--his arms flailing in panic, trying to get to his money. He opened his wallet and started searching through old receipts and business cards--dead pieces of paper fell everywhere. He bent over to pick them up--his bare ass twisting up in the air. "I lost my money. I can't find it. I couldn't have gone through it that fast," he said as he stood up. He started going through his pockets like a mad man-- his cock flopping in the air.

Jane counted in her head, knowing he had.

His face started to turn red. "That can't be r . . ."

His cell phone started ringing again. He answered: "Hello . . . Hi, honey . . . No, I haven't left yet. No, she just got here . . . No, I don't know what happened with the other girl . . . I'm not lying . . . "

He turned again, trying to guard the call. "No, I'm not there . . . Honey, don't say that . . . OK, honey, I'm leaving right now." He looked at his watch. "I'll be there in ten minutes . . . "

He put the phone back in his pocket and started searching again for his money. "I couldn't have gone through that money already."

Jane sat behind the closed shade, peeking at him through the crack. "I don't know, baby?"

He crossed his arms and started thinking. "Well, how much did I give you?"

She leaned her head against the side of the booth, wishing he would just go away. "Forty."

"Forty?"

"Yeah, forty," she shot back.

He threw his arms up in the air. "Damn, I'm out of money and I didn't even get to come."

"I'm sorry, baby. I guess time goes by fast when you're having a good time."

"Why don't you just give me twenty back from the machine--just so I can come real quick. No one will know."

Jane's eyes narrowed and her voice became harsh. "I don't have access to the money in the machine, baby--that's the house money. It's all computerized so the girls can't pull any funny business."

He pleaded with her, holding his limp dick in his hand. "Just slip me ten through the tip slot so I can put it into the machine. I just need five minutes, baby--P L E A S E ! "

"Baby, listen to yourself. You're talking crazy again."

"I'll pay you back next time I come in. Come on, baby, you know I'm good for it." He flashed a greaseball smile and held his hand up to the tip slot.

"No, I'm not going to give you any money. We went through this last time and you promised you wouldn't do this again."

"Come on," he said, stomping his foot. He looked like he was about to throw a tantrum when the phone rang. He answered: "Hi honey . . . No, I'm not in the car. Honey, don't . . ."

Jane couldn't decipher the words coming from the other end of the phone, but she could tell that they were tinged with venom. He quickly zipped his pants and grabbed his things. "Hey, I've gotta run. I'll see you next week."

Jane flipped through the pages of the magazine, saved yet again by his wife. "Yeah, baby-- I'll be here."


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Lolita & the Vamp



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The Vamp was a legend down at the ol' Champ Arcade. She looked like an older Anita Ekberg--blonde and buxom and full of verve, only with some mileage on the dial. She may have been older than the other nymphettes, lacking in supple flesh, but she wielded a wicked tongue the young girls couldn't match. She drove the men crazy with her words . . . and boy did they line up to see her.

The Vamp was a loner--she worked alone and lived alone. She had no friends other than the three stray cats who slept on her bed. The only girls who dared to try their luck against her were the new ones--too fresh to know better, or the victims of schedule seniority. And it seemed no matter how promising each new girl was--Italian goddess, Britney look-a-like, ex-porn star--the Vamp nabbed all the shows. With their purses empty and self-esteem smashed to bits, the new girls would either hit the road, or beg management to switch them to another day. It seemed this pattern would go on forever. But for the Vamp, the shade was comin' down.
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The door of the dressing room flung open and in walked Josh the clerk, holding a cigarette between his teeth. He plopped down in a chair, promptly lit up, and took a long drag. The Vamp peeked out of her booth to see who was there. "Oh, it's just you," she said, retreating.

Smoke billowed from his porcine mouth. "Yeah, nice, to see you, too," he said.

Her nails clicked loudly on the booth floor. "It's so fucking dead in this place," she said with a sigh.

He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the counter. "Tell me about it," he said. "Hey, did you hear the news?"

"No--no one tells me shit around this place."

"There's a new girl starting tomorrow night," he said.

"Yeah, what's she like?" she asked.

"She's fucking hot," he said.

"Oh, really. That's what you say about all the new girls."

"No, I'm serious. This girl . . . I think she might be the hottest girl I've ever seen here. Maybe even the hottest girl I've seen period."

"Well it's about time we get some hot girls in this joint. It would be nice to actually enjoy a two girl show for once," she said.

He looked at the ceiling dream-like and said, "She just turned 18 and she's from Brazil. She's got the most amazing mouth."

"She's dark, I'm blonde. It'll be perfect," she said.

He took one last hit off his cigarette before killing it. He opened the dressing room door and paused before walking out, "Well, I guess you guys will figure it out," he said.

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The Vamp opened her compact and looked at her reflection, turning her face from side to side. She frowned in disgust, seeing the deep lines around her mouth and the slight hollow beneath each eye. She picked up the moist brown sponge in her compact and ran it over her face, hoping to work some magic. One of her regulars ducked into her booth--the guy who puts rubber bands around his balls. She smiled and closed her compact, thinking she still had it.

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The Vamp showed up for work the next day. She wasn't taking any chances--her bags were packed with extra clothes and props. When she walked past the front counter, Josh greeted her with a devilish grin: "She's already back there."

"Cool, can't wait to meet her," she said--her voice flat.

She opened the dressing room door and found the new girl sitting in a chair knocked-kneed, lacing up a pair of white roller skates with pink sparkly wheels.

The Vamp dropped her bag, making a loud thud. The new girl jumped.

"Hi, I'm Vamp. Sorry to scare you."

Lolita flashed a broad smile, revealing perfect white teeth and cheeks like apples. She had long black hair and large doe eyes. Her skin was the color of brown honey. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lolita," she said.

The Vamp nodded, picked up her bag and went over to her locker.

Lolita stood up, trying to balance on her skates. The Vamp assessed the goods out of the corner of her eye. Lolita wore a pair of pink metalic booty shorts and a matching tube top--the fabric hugging her every curve. "I guess we don't have to worry about dressing alike," said the Vamp.

Lolita giggled like a schoolgirl as she tried to level out her pony tails in the mirror.

The Vamp wondered what was so funny. She'd show her. She pulled out her money maker--an authentic Playboy bunny outfit she ordered off the Internet--complete with cotton ball tail and bunny ears. She started to undress.

"Which booth should I use?" Lolita asked.

The Vamp looked at Lolita surprised. "You're done getting ready?"

Lolita looked in the mirror and smacked her dark full lips. "Yeah," she said. "I don't wear much makeup--just a little gloss."

"I normally take the middle booth," the Vamp said.

Not wanting the customers to see Lolita first, the Vamp recommended the last booth, saying, "The guys really like that one--it's more private."

"Thanks," Lolita said, flashing dimples. She opened the door to the last booth and put in her things. "Oh, and don't worry," Lolita said, jumping into her booth. "That nice guy out front showed me how things work back here."

The Vamp jumped into her booth, too, not wanting to give Lolita a headstart. She opened her compact and painted on her face.

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The night started slow as it often did on Monday, but as soon as ten o'clock rolled around things picked up. Ass Man, a Mercedez salesman down the road, walked into the Vamp's booth. He picked up the phone and greeted her like he always did: "Hi, baby. I've been dreaming about that ass. I can't wait for you to take off that bunny suit and show it to me." As the Vamp lowered the curtain to the hallway, she saw Orgasm Man walk past her booth toward Lolita. He usually pumped in around two hundred dollars, hoping to see you come over and over again. Fuck, she thought. He'll surely go to her. She suddenly hated Ass Man as he put in his twenty--his tongue darting in and out like a snake.
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The show ended and Ass Man was on his way. The Vamp picked up a book and started reading, tying to ignore the soft moans and steady hum of the vibrator on the other side of the wall. An hour later, Lolita appeared at her side, cheeks flushed, gasping for breath. An excited red rash appeared on her chest between her bare breasts; she wore only the jewelry affixed to her belly buttom, nipples and clit.

"Jeez!" she said. "This is a fucking endurance race working here!"

"Yeah," the Vamp said, eyeing her bag. Why hadn't she just taken it and left? Now she had to sit here and take it--the innocent radiance of newfound sexual peep girl success.

Lolita made like she was yawning, "Anyway, I'm like, tired as shit. You might if I take off?"

Vamp managed to conceal her happiness, "Oh, no, not at all." She gave Lolita a smile, genuine this time.

Lolita smiled, "OK." She started to turn back into the dressing room when she looked up suddenly.

There was a young man in the hall. And he was staring at Vamp. He couldn't have been more than sixteen if that, probably in on a borrowed ID. He was licking his lips as he gazed at the older lady.

"Looks like you got a customer," Lolita sang.

Vamp turned and saw the young man, and felt a sudden warmth. Oh, she loved the boys; they loved being naughty.

She motioned him in and closed the curtain; Lolita blew a kiss to her goodbye and was off.

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The following days played out like a nightmare for the Vamp, while Lolita enjoyed record success. She could have finished War and Peace while the regulars and some newbies discovered the downy softness that was the near-virginal Lolita The Vamp couldn't really blame the customers, or Lolita for that matter, as she too, was not able to peruse her flesh without craving it. She started assessing the damage to her income, which the new youth presented, wondering what she might do. She didn't have a back up plan. She never needed one.

By the second week, the Vamp was checking out the paper, looking for Adult work. She was down three hundred dollars for last week and with her finances, she couldn't bear to repeat another. She circled an ad that looked promising--Looking for Healthy Girls to Pose Nude for Artistic Photos--Good Pay. Lolita wasn't there yet, so she decided to make a quick call. Josh the clerk came busting through the dressing room door with a cigarette in his mouth. A man answered the phone, "Hello . . . hello?"

She hung up. "Damn, don't you ever knock!" she yelled.

He fell into the chair and lit up. "Hey, don't be such a bitch. I have good news for you."

"What, the President got assassinated?"

"I wish," he said, exhaling. "Lolita quit."

The Vamp tried to contain her excitement. "Really? Why?" she asked, puzzled.

"Well, I didn't actually talk to her--Lou did. Lou said she got a new boyfriend."

"Huh . . ."

"And the new boyfriend doesn't like places like this."

"What a shame," she said. A customer approached her window looking eager for a show. He was a new guy--young, hot and wanting her. She tossed her book aside and sat back on her heels--ready to give this guy the show of his life.

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