Annie’s Quest 3
“I’d do anything for you,” she whispers.
Really? Anything?
Will you take a bullet to save my life? Or clean both of the bathrooms in my apartment naked and then take my piss in your mouth just because? Or flash your boobs to those protesters outside while I mess with their signs?
No, you won’t. You mean sex, maybe even kinky sex, but mostly just sex. Although that last one’s not too unreasonable. You probably would do that for me.
“Sit down, Courtney! Are you even 18? Christ, you could be Annie’s sister!” I grab her arm and force her to sit down next to me, so I’m just talking to a friend, not the waitress assigned to serve my table.
“A really, really older sister,” Annie quips.
“Not now, Annie.” Imaginary daughters don’t know when to shut up sometimes. I suppose real ones too, probably.
“Who’s Annie?”
“My imaginary… never mind.”
She looks confused for a moment, then remembers. “Not only am I over 18, in fact,” she fishes her wallet out and triumphantly shows me her ID. “I’m 21!”
Oooh, 3 years older. You’re a real woman now.
“Is this for real? It looks fake.” You never know with kids these days.
“Of course it’s real!” She rolls her eyes.
“No, I’m just saying, the real ones are shitty like a zombie took a photo of you. I mean the other way around where you look like a zombie. This one though, this one’s really nice, it could be your headshot.”
She snatches her wallet back and puts it away while glaring at me. “You admire his work, huh? Well, I’ll introduce you to the photographer at the DMV.”
I hurt her feelings, though I don’t know what I said. “Oh, don’t be like that, it really is a nice photo.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and when you’re a famous actress, the next Heather Locklear maybe, I’d say that I knew you back when you were just a waitress, back when you’d do anything for me.” I wink at her.
“Jerk!” She pushes me away, but she can’t hide her coy smile.
“Who’s Heather Locklear?”
“Who’s Heather Locklear? You really are a baby.”
“Your childhood crush, I’d bet!”
“Fair enough,” I admit while sipping my coffee. “The service here is terrible. Where is that waitress? I had my mind set on that cheesecake I saw on the menu.”
She giggles, then leans over and whispers again, “I meant it, Master, I’d do anything for you.”
What? Does everybody know now?
“How do you even know about that?”
“Oh, relax, I just overheard when you were here with that Barbie.”
“What did you hear?”
“Not much. Only that she couldn’t wait to be your slave.”
“You didn’t miss much then.”
“What is it with you and terminators?”
“Terminators?”
“Yeah, these robotic T-3000s with the perfect fake boobs, perfect wavy hair and make-up, designer dresses, high heels, just impossible feminine standards sent here to terminate all the real women.”
“Do I sense a little jealousy?”
“Moi?”
“Maybe not.”
“Why are these terminators putty in your hands? What’s your secret, old man?”
I shrug. “The mirror says I’m the fairest of them all.”
“You’re Snow White now?”
“Or the evil witch.”
“Or both.” Annie again.
“Or both, according to Annie.”
“Hmm, that makes sense. I can see you as the evil Snow White.”
“Maybe that’s why you’re offering yourself to me on a platter.”
“I’m not, I mean, I didn’t, well, aren’t you supposed to be old or something?”
She’s cute when she’s flustered.
“Not as old as you.”
“Huh!” she huffs and walks away.
But when she returns with the cheesecake I’ve hinted about, she’s all sweet again. “Hope you enjoy it. It’s on the house.”
Then another secretive whisper before leaving: “And there’s a lot more where that came from, any part of me you’d like to taste, Master.” Even bending down to give me a good preview of what I could taste, her perky boobs that I know are real only because she couldn’t afford an operation like that. I don’t know why she’d be jealous. She doesn’t need a boob job and with just a little bit of a make-over, perhaps better hair-styling or such, she could easily pass for a ‘terminator.’
And although I think of Courtney as more of a friend than anything, it’d just be rude to refuse an offer of “anything.” I mean, the least I can do is make out with her.
But I’m already doing that in my mind. I can taste her, smell her, feel her enveloping me, part of the superpower of being an evil witch, I mean the evil Snow White.
And it’s good, really good. Something fresh and innocent about her, like she hadn’t been tainted by life just yet, not like me at her age. And I want to protect that, yeah, that’s it. That’s why I’m taking her, making her mine.
She has the right to do stupid things, make her own mistakes, and learn her lessons at her own pace. It wouldn’t be fair to impose on that, even for the sake of protection. But she offered herself to me, hadn’t she? Maybe she doesn’t know it, but I do, this might as well be the lesson she learns. At least with me, she’ll always have the truth and I would never hold her back or prevent her progress.
“Give me your panties,” I say when she comes back to refill my coffee. As if she expected such a request, she smiles at me, saying, “Of course.” Then in a whisper, “Master.”
I don’t know if she thinks we’re just role-playing, flirting, or something much more serious, but she will know what this is soon enough.
When she returns from the restroom and secretly places her underwear in my hand and turns to leave, I grab one of her wrists.
“No, stay.”
She looks at me with a question in her eyes, and I soon answer it by snaking my right hand under her skirt, feeling and exploring where her underwear had been.
“Oh, God!” She involuntarily closes her eyes, and I know I’ve found the right spot.
She’s clearly ready for sex right now and has been for some time it looks like. She’s certainly enjoying what I’m doing to her.
But suddenly her eyes shoot open. “What if, what if someone sees us? Oh, God!”
“So what? Let’em look,” I say nonchalantly, though I could’ve assured her that no one can see what I’m doing to her because of where she’s standing and where I’m sitting. But her worried look makes this more fun for me, so I ‘forget’ to mention it.
“Besides, you won’t need this crappy job anymore after today.”
“Wha, what?” She struggles to remain standing as pleasure threatens to undo her facade.
“You’re mine now. You’ll never have to work jobs like this ever again.”
“I’m, I’m really yours?”
“Yes, kitten.” I grab her pussy more firmly to emphasize the point. “And this belongs to me now.”
I can see her resistance collapsing, just on the verge of no return.
“I didn’t say you could come.”
“Please! Oh, God, please!”
“Do you submit to me? I haven’t heard the words.”
“You, I…”
“You said you’d do anything for me. Well, this is what I want from you, to be mine, your mind and body. Do you submit?”
“Yes, yes, I submit to you, Master. Please.”
“Well then, come for me, sweetie.”
She slumps down on the chair next to her as her orgasm hits and her legs give way, her face so beautiful in the throes of ecstasy.
It takes her a few minutes to return to our world, where everyone is watching, it seems. I overestimated our privacy, or we just forgot about the rest of the world at some point.
As she calms down, I kiss her tenderly. “That’s a good girl.”
Then I remember Julie and Jennifer. And how I should’ve explained some things before, well, before things got to this point. But better late than never, right?
Besides, it’s not like her submission is set in stone. If she wants out, if she decides this is not what she wants after all, she can always back out.
“Remember the terminators you were talking about earlier?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I have a couple of them at home. I think you’ve seen one of them already. Anyway, I wanted to start a vampire coven at first, but it turns out I like garlic too much and blood not so much. So I’m assembling a team of terminators instead to take over the world. I’ll introduce you to Julie and Jennifer. They’re slightly older models, the T-3000s, and because you’re a T-4000, you will have to show them that you can get along, but give’em a little time and they’ll love you! Don’t worry!”
“You think I’m a terminator?”
“Of course, sweetie!” That brightens her right up. “Now, after I introduce you, you are not to talk for the rest of the day. You’ll strip naked and serve as the dessert bowl after dinner, and then be chained so they can look at you, fondle you, and play with you as they want. All standard terminator procedures, don’t worry.”
“OK,” she says uncertainly.
“Good! Now let’s ditch this dump. God knows I only come in here to see you.”
“That’s sweet.”
“I know, the sweetest. Say ‘bye’ to Joe.”
“Bye Joe. I quit.” She throws the server apron at him. Everyone watches us leave the cafe without saying a word.
As we hit the New York streets arm in arm, the giant clothing stores nearby entice me to take a little detour. “Let’s do some shopping first, Courtney, before we go home.”
“OK!” Of course, she loves shopping.
“Why do you keep calling me ‘Courtney’?”
“You remind me of that actress from Ally McBeal.”
“But I told you. My name is ‘Peggy.’”
I make a face at her that no one should have to make.
“I don’t think so.”
She valiantly tries to stand up for herself, but her frown is no match for my resolve, for my wisdom. “No wonder you get no callbacks. I’d reject you on the name alone.”
“But — ”
“And where do you get your haircut? Supercuts?”
“Hey, my friend is very reasonable in what she charges!”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
Even her pouting is cute. I don’t know whether to fuck her all night or cuddle.
“It’s OK, sweetie, by the time we move to LA, you’ll have a new name, new style, new wardrobe, everything ready for your new career.”
“We’re moving to LA?”
“Weren’t you planning to?”
“I’ve been saving up for it but — ”
“That’s not an issue anymore. And while New York is OK, you really need to be in LA if you’re serious about making it as an actress.”
“But what about you?”
“What about me? I can paint anywhere. Even in the middle of the Sahara desert. As long as there are a few decent Korean restaurants nearby and a pool to cool off to, I’ll be happy.”
“And some terminators.”
“Well, of course, and speaking of which, LA is close to Silicon Valley, the perfect place to launch Skynet and take over the world.”
She giggles. “We’re really taking over the world?”
“Yes, humans have no idea what’s coming.”
“Hey, I’m a human too!”
“Not anymore, sweetie, you’ve joined the dark side, you’re a terminator now.”
“You know, Skynet isn’t so easy to control.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, Skynet is my bitch. In fact, she calls me ‘Daddy.’”
“Can I call you ‘Daddy’ too?”
“That seems oddly appropriate.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says seductively as she kisses me, one of those not exactly appropriate between a father and his daughter, her tongue meshing with mine, forgetting about the world once more.
Some disapproving looks from strangers nearby who overheard us, but I don’t care.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Annie says also, imitating Courtney.
Not you, Annie, well, at least not like that!
She’s going to be a handful when she’s born.
