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up, every last one who told her about Cliff. “He’s just such a natural top.” “He’s incredible.” “I never wanted to leave,” said one particularly punky, tough-looking girl, her spiky hair, holes in her ears and visible nipple piercings giving way to a look of tenderness when she spoke about Cliff.
    Nothing came up about him online, so Kelly didn’t have any photos to fuel her fantasies, but that didn’t stop her from turning off all the lights, lying facedown and naked, and slipping her hands between her legs as she pictured this mysterious, kinky Cliff beating her ass something fierce. She pictured him climbing on top of her, pinning her down, telling her he knew how big a slut she really was. Before she’d even met him, she was ready to give him whatever he wanted if he’d make even a fraction of her fantasies come true.
    It wasn’t exactly easy getting in touch with him; the girls were happy to regale her with stories, but getting his contact information was a bit trickier. Kelly suspected that despite her efforts to disguise her very personal interest in the topic, once she probed further, asking details about his methods, they could read her naughty intentions beneath her professional poise and they knew just how wet the idea of submitting to Cliff was making her. But finally Donna, who Kelly had pestered several times, took pity on her. “But don’t go to his place unless you’re ready to offer yourself to him one hundred percent,”
she said. Her words could have been ominous but to Kelly they were musical, magical. She didn’t know precisely what they meant, but she wanted to find out as soon as possible.
    Cliff didn’t exactly sound thrilled by her call. “What do you want?” he growled, his voice deep but not in the sexy way she’d imagined.
    â€œWell, um, Donna gave me your number and I’m doing a story on kink on campus and I wanted to see if I could interview you,” she blurted, using the lie she’d given to all the other people she’d talked to. Though she didn’t really consider it a lie, because if all went well, she would fashion her personal research into something worthy of a news story.
    â€œI don’t give interviews, sorry.”
    â€œWell, this could be off the record. I do have a…personal interest in the topic. A curiosity, if you will.”
    â€œIf it’s personal, I could fit you in. And by that I mean, if you think you have what it takes to submit to me, to surrender that professional poise you’ve got down and let me show you something truly new. I especially like virgins,” he said. Kelly wasn’t technically a virgin, but at this new game, she certainly felt like one. “Is there something else you want, Kelly?” he asked, the way he said her name sending shivers along her neck even through the phone.
    It was his way of flirting, but his voice was still flat. She knew this was her one chance to get what she most desperately craved. “Yes, there is.” She paused, not sure how to phrase it. “I’ve never done anything kinky in my life but now it’s all I can think about. I want to be tied up, gagged, spanked, beaten. All of it.” She was mortified that she’d lost control like that, let it spew out so quickly rather than doing a slow reveal.

    Kelly was rewarded with a laugh from the other end of the phone. “You just made my cock hard, Kelly, so that means I’m going to let you come over. I only top girls who turn me on, girls I want to fuck, and I won’t know that until I see you. So you should really get your ass over here right now.” He gave her the address, which was only a mile away. “Wear a short skirt, and don’t wear panties. And be ready for what you asked for and more. I’m not gonna go easy on you, little girl. And nobody will be around to hear you scream.”
    If his words were