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breathed a soft, “I understand,” unwinding the heavy chain and taking
     off her bracelets. She also relinquished a tiny chain that draped about her hips. Her nipples were unpierced, as I’d learned
     when I caressed them at the bar. But, as she lifted her leg to remove the painful thong band, I saw the glint of metal below
     her reddish pelt of pubic hair.
    “No tattoos?” I wondered, as she kicked off her shoes and moved to the bed. She sprawled across it on her belly and propped
     herself up on her elbows with her chin held by her fingers, regarding herself in the full-length mirrors on my closet. Fixing
     me with her eyes in the reflection, she pointedly spread her thighs.
    “The only dead-on work is done in Europe,” she explained, assessing me in return. “I’d have to get
way
up on something, to let it be put on me.” I took off my coat and moved around the bed to mute the lights, hoping to give
     myself every possible edge in comparison to her hard young body. As I reached for the lamp on the nightstand, she grabbed
     my butt with both hands, pulling herself to her knees. She loosened my belt and aggressively shoved down my trousers. Pressing
     my hands behind my back, she began to demonstrate the utility of the ornament on her pierced tongue.
    I was erect in a matter of seconds and, not wanting to risk losing it, hastily pinned her back against the bed, losing more
     clothes as I could. I cursed under my breath as I remembered to reach for the condom, which, hope springing eternal, I kept
     on the nightstand. But she seized my wrist and nipped at my pectoral with her teeth. “Nay, please! I don’t want that,” she
     hissed.
    While I hated the thought of trying to keep it up to get the damned thing on, I felt obliged to protest, “Unfortunately, I
     know that it’s perfectly safe, Justine, but you don’t know me, now do you?” God, I felt so responsible, it made me sick.
    “A good time at a party? Not. This is some kinda real, and I wanna feel you come inside me,” she breathed, smothering any
     further discussion with her mouth. I didn’t recall ever being kissed quite like that before. She was a starving succubus,
     gnawing and sucking on sustenance long denied, squirming against me, as if trying to claw open and crawl inside my skin.
    Handling Justine’s sweet, firm flesh alone would have impacted, not to mention the way she held the rungs on the headboard
     in a facsimile of bondage. She moaned and writhed as I ate her pussy, lapping up her abundant lubrication. This was perhaps
     less a product of any expertise on my part, than of her labial ring’s configuration. A thick protrusion on one side was designed
     to remain in more or less constant contact with her clitoris.
    When I did grab some neckties, strategically left (like the condom) on the headboard since I rarely wear them, and bound her
     hands, she gasped in the semblance of innocent anticipation, “Are you gonna hurt me now?” This set me on fire and, when I
     told her no, not then, she teasingly purred, “But you will, sometime? Tell!”
    As I whispered to her fantasies of sufferings to come, she rolled over on her belly again, flexing her buttocks irresistibly.
     When I spread her and touched the tender flesh, she whimpered and involuntarily flinched away, but I seized her hips and dragged
     her back. The long muscles in her back quivered and she sobbed uncontrollably into the pillow as I penetrated her anus.
    “Dead right! Make me feel it, make me feel every motherfuckin’ second of it!” She screamed and cried and cursed, bucking furiously
     as I reached under her to manipulate the cunning little ring against her clit. She came repeatedly and violently and I was
     astonished to sense at least two of the “Faces of Justine,” the tough punker and the playlike victim, momentarily merge.
    It was like having two women simultaneously, superimposed on one another. Her spasms subsiding, she turned on her back, easing
     me out