The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games - Sex Stories

The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games

... casually flipping through its pages. “I recently sold the publishing company that publishes this magazine and a slew of others – marketed to many different demographics. It’s one of several companies I owned,“ Bob continued slowly, flipping through the pages. “There’s usually a section in the magazine –and I’ll find it in a minute – that features a few photos of lovely women; women in bikinis posing with cars, or bikes, or on the beach and so on. There’s one gal that has caught my eye. She’s a local model that’s been featured in a few photos over the past four or five years. I know she’s only doing this modeling work on the side. She’s one of these girls that supposedly black men like; curvy, voluptuous, thick in certain places, if you know what I’m referring to. Ah there she is.” Bob found the page, admiring the model he was looking at. He glanced to Vernon sitting across from him. “Hmm, the same blue eyes.” Bob said to a now very confused, but curious, Vernon. He managed a weak smile and kept listening to the old man. “This particular woman is one I’d love to get to know more intimately. She’s gorgeous,” Bob said, turning his head looking at an image of this woman in the magazine. “I know I could easily invite her over, or take her out to a nice dinner. But that’s boring. Where’s the fun? Where’s the thrill in that? I’d rather play games. I’m old; it keeps me on my toes and entertains me. I like to have fun! I see something I want, I don’t want to just swoop in and take ...

... it, I want to cherish the chase, and savor the meal before I eat it.” He looked to Vernon’s awkward smile. “Ok, so I’m not sure what you want me to do. I’m a little confused.” Vernon said. Bob chuckled, sliding the open magazine back over to Vernon. A curvaceous, buxom blonde, in a tiny bikini and red high heels was facing him. She had her hands on her flared hips and was standing in front of a cool looking street bike; one that was most likely used in racing events. Vernon looked down at the picture on the page, still confused, furrowed his forehead and shook his head. Looking back up at Bob, Vernon asked, “You want me to introduce you to my mom?” Chapter 2 Vernon sat in Bob’s office with a confused look on his face. He thought about his situation, “Why would he pay me to introduce him to my mom? Didn’t they already sort of know each other since she’s posed for pictures in his magazines? Maybe they didn’t, maybe big shots like him didn’t have anything to do with most of his employees.” Before Vernon could asked the questions running through his mind out loud, Bob spoke up. “Introduce me to her? Well, somewhat, but not in the manner you’re probably thinking.” “Alright, what does the earning extra money have to do with this?” Vernon asked. Bob chuckled, standing to walk to his window. “I told you I like to play games. I like to have fun. I don’t want to just meet your mother, I’d rather observe her, watch her, I’d rather smell my meal, taking in its scent before I,” he paused ...