Author's Note: Blake goes into more detail than the others. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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My mother was a stripper.
Yeah, I thought that might get your attention.
Kali Belladonna, known by her stage name 'Bellabooty,' currently holds several records at Club Menagerie, the 'nicest' strip club in the city… a title that doesn't mean much, to be honest. It's a nice enough place to work, but… well, Mom never complained, anyway. She holds the record for things like Most Requested Lapdancer, Most Tips in One Night, and Longest 5-Star Review Streak.
In case the stage name didn't give it away, Mom's most valuable asset was, naturally, her ass. And I can proudly say that I inherited her ass for myself. When she retired, all her co-workers signed her ass and took a photo of it.
Oh yeah… I'm Blake, by the way. Almost forgot.
According to Mom, my father was nothing more than a one-night customer who paid a hefty bonus for Mom's company overnight – nine months later, I was born. Cue fanfare. She never even bothered to ask for his name.
That being said, I pretty much grew up watching Mom and the other girls work every night (she could never find a babysitter, so she just brought me along). I don't think it affected me too much. At least, I didn't… until I got to school for the first time.
Boy was I wrong.
All I'm gonna say about my early years is that the principal had no sense of humor when I was in third grade. Neither did the teacher. The other kids thought it was funny when the teacher found that 12-inch black dildo in her desk drawer, but I still got suspended over it. Such a kill-joy.
Oh wait… you're here to hear about how I banged Ruby, right? Sorry.
First I should tell you about me and Weiss. I think she mentioned it, but I first noticed her thong… and it was love at first sight.
Kidding. We just hit it off really quickly. Never expected to find a fellow pervert in a public school, of all places.
I won't waste too much of your time here, but I will mention one event that occurred in our freshman year. Normally when we hang out, I either sit in Weiss' lap (at her request) or drape myself over her lap. As I said, I am very proud of my bellabooty and I never had an issue with showing it off. On this particular night she actually asked me if I could take my pants off… and I did, albeit with more embarrassment than I'd felt before. I'd honestly never been asked anything like that. Weiss spent the rest of the evening giving my ass a lovely massage. I told her afterwards that she should seriously consider taking some massage therapy classes in the future, cuz her hands were magic.
Okay, I'd better stop there. Just thinking about that night again is turning me on.
*Ahem*
Now I'm gonna be blunt here… I consider Weiss about a 5. She's cute and all, but… nah. When we made that agreement to become 'friends with benefits' if neither of us found a lover before graduation, I considered it a challenge. I was determined to find someone, either for me, or her. At least, I think that was the agreement… I forget the details.
Who would have imagined I'd find both in the same day?
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Having gotten to know all about Weiss' tastes over the years, I instantly knew that the smoking hot blonde in the library would be perfect for her. More than perfect. For Weiss, the boobs were everything – and blondie over here was fully loaded. The ass wasn't bad, either… but it was no bellabooty. Still, she struck a really good balance overall. Once I saw her face, I no longer had any doubt. I knew Weiss would want to chew on those lips for hours.
Now I just had to get them together. How?
The obvious answer was our phone numbers. Me and Weiss got each other's calls all the time, since we're only one digit apart. It was almost too easy.
But that's when my little angel walked up to me in a red hoodie.
How could the gods be so mean… putting such purity in front of me?! And all I wanted to do was violate her. Ravish her. Corrupt her.
Sometimes I feel so… evil.
Anyway, you guys know what happened next. Yang meets Blake, Blake gives wrong number, yada yada yada. And yes, I teased Ruby a little. I couldn't help it! She was so fucking cute!
Especially when she told me her sister stuffed her in the couch. I must have laughed through at least 1000 calories right then. And in return, I showed her my boobs. Yes, another tease. I gotta get her warmed up sooner or later, right?
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Ruby told you guys about the next day, so I won't bore you with the early details… we'll just skip to the good stuff. And I won't make any promises that I can actually finish the story without taking a break or two to… satisfy myself.
After I sat down in her lap, she actually passed out. I couldn't believe it. Even Mom never got a reaction like that. Seriously, how pure could she be?! This was just unfair.
Now, just to be clear, I consider there to be a clear line between sleep molestation and sleep rape. And since Ruby was still for too innocent for her own good, I did not cross that line. I just molested her. :)
First off, I turned around on her lap and buried my face in the crook of her neck. She smelled a bit like roses, actually. It was surprising. I also ran my hands all over her body, checking things like her boob size, waist size, and of course I groped her ass. I also gave her face a slow lick, tasting my angel for the first time.
Hold on a minute…
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Okay, done. Where was I? Oh yeah, I was molesting Ruby.
But I couldn't go any further. Something about Ruby just… I don't know. I didn't want to keep going.
Taking a shaky breath, I gave her a kiss on the forehead and sat back down on the couch. All I could do was wait and watch. And think.
Growing up in the strip club gave me a healthy (or unhealthy) appreciation of the female form. All through my school years I was the girl who chased the other girls. I was the playboy, the pimp, the womanizer. Using my epic ass (I was an early bloomer) and my natural charm, I could snag the heart of any girl I wanted… but I never took it seriously. It was all just a game to me.
Until I met Ruby. My angel.
When she opened those gorgeous silver eyes of hers and looked at me, I was gone. When I leaned over and kissed her for the first time, my heart was well and truly stolen. I never expected that I might ever feel like this… but you know what? I like it.
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Settle down, boys. I know what you're really here for.
When we started, Ruby's lack of experience was painfully obvious. All she could do was kiss me while just kinda… flailing around. Eventually I took the lead, trailing heavy kisses down her neck and past the collar of her shirt. That was the first thing I removed. I kept going down her chest, past her navel, and right over her shorts towards one of her smooth legs. Both shoes came off next as I gave her feet some attention, then made my way back up the other leg. I then moved to her back, still laying on the kisses. At long last I returned to her face where I found her completely breathless. Her eyes were starting to glaze over, too.
After some more making out, she started doing the same thing to me. Needless to say, I was more than willing to help. Once I got out of my outer clothes, I flipped her around so Ruby was on top. With clear access, my angel seemed to know just what to do.
Dammit… hold on a sec…
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Whew… that took a bit longer.
Now let me just say that I've had heavy make out sessions with some of those other girls I mentioned, but they were all pretty standard. Ruby, however, was a different beast.
If I tell you absolutely everything we did that night, we'd be here forever. So in summary, I can say that I now know what it feels like to be completely in love. I tasted every part of my angel. Every. Single. Part. I heard every noise she can make. All the words she knows how to scream during her climax – some of which I didn't expect. And I also know how hard she can pull on my hair while I'm going down on her. I'm sure she left a few claw marks on my back, too.
Would you consider it strange that I'm seriously considering getting her name tattooed on my shoulder? Or maybe my thigh? Damn I have it bad.
And I don't care, either. I belong to Ruby Rose.
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And in my defense, I kinda panicked when Yang and Weiss came in. I know I just professed my undying love, then offered a… a… fucking foursome?!
My reputation as a mega-pervert is safe, anyway.
And in case you were wondering, all three of them respectfully declined.
In the end, we all lived… and fucked… happily ever after.
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What?
Why the hell are you still here? Go away.
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More? What makes you think there's more?
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Okay, fine! They didn't just respectfully decline. I was fucking put on trial, okay?
Weiss was the worst – somehow she decided I was some kind of traitor. Once she and Yang compared notes, that was it. They knew what I'd done. The two of them actually teamed up in a 'good cop bad cop' act to try and make me feel guilty.
Did I mention I was still naked?
Yeah, really feeling guilty guys. Heh.
God bless that Ruby, though. Even though it was clearly an act, she still jumped to my defense. Yang was more surprised than anyone else at that – she never expected an outburst like that from her own sister.
I will never forget the looks on their faces as Ruby gave them a scolding. Priceless.
I then fessed up and apologized for my scheming. Ruby convinced them to forgive me. This time we actually did kiss and make up.
As in, I did the kissing.
Wow, Weiss… I'm almost jealous. Yang's lips are certainly very, very kissable.
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And it was all worth it to see Ruby's own look of jealousy. She's so fucking cute when she pouts like that!
Anyway, that's our story. I found a fuck-buddy for my best friend and an angel for myself. Happily ever after.
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A/N: And that's the end. Seriously, there's no more. Favorite the thing if you like, leave a review if you're so inclined, but that's it. Bye-bye.
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