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A new fuck Pet meets her new owners. Short story.

uh? You're also in the competition? You're kidding me, right?

- Why? Don't you think I'm qualified for the challenge? I know that my chances are low but I'm not used to be discouraged by that. On the contrary. As you see, I'm already succeeding.

- Dream on, boy! Going with you to the concert only means that I can't enter the theater otherwise. But if you think that gives you the benefit of getting in my pants, you must be out of your mind. You're little qualified for the competition, that's all. Your chances with me are zero, sweetie. But it's nice of you to try. I feel flattered.

- That's the wrong attitude to rise your chances of attending the concert, you know?

- It's okay, by me! The alternative is you going alone and waste one ticket, as far as I know. You can wank to my absence, when you're back in your sad little bedroom, after the concert. No shortage of guys, out there, eager to be seen in public with me. Queueing and drooling. Get in line!

- Okay, okay! Chill out! I admit it. Want to come or not?

- Hum... yes. But in my own terms, okay? The first rule is that you won't brag about it. I need to keep my options and don't want other guys thinking you got your way with me. Understood? After all, you are known as an infamous loser and be seen with you doesn't actually favor my reputation, right?

Suddenly, there it goes again: I'm the one who gets the tickets and, somehow, that is no longer my advantage?! From then on, she took command, dictating the rules and putting me down, making me feel grateful for not being left alone at the concert. What else is new! I was in no position to bargain and just had to go along, if I didn't want to jeopardize my limited chances. After all, it could be worth it, in the end.

It was a harsh countdown till the concert. My tickets gave access to a small box for two in the middle row, in the left corner of the theatre.

The night before I fantasized about us at the concert. Every alternative of the fantasy put Zoe kneeling before me, giving head while I watched the encore in total bliss. I knew reality would betray me and the only thing yet to see was how things would actually end up, being certain that they surely wouldn't happen as fantasized in my dreams. And the near future would eventually prove that I was absolutely right.

I spent all day of the concert in great excitement, until 8 pm, when we agreed to meet at the Auditorium restaurant. As expected, she kept me waiting for more than half an hour, barely leaving us time for a sandwich and a beer. But it was worth it: she showed up all dressed in black, wearing a tight leather skirt, outlining the smooth curve of her thighs, and a matching short jacket, with a deep neckline blouse underneath, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra and yet her natural breasts looked hard and perky beneath the close-fitting sweater. When she sat at my table she was well aware of the strong impression caused by her appearance. I should be in a trance and remember her mocking pose while desperately trying to put some sense in my clumsy words of approval.

When we entered the concert hall, the room was already full of people and the lights started shutting down a few minutes later.

We accommodate in our box for two and waited the concert to start. Zoe sat at my right and remained all the time between me and the sight of the stage, providing an ongoing view of her body moving to the beat of the music. As the band managed to electrify the audience, Zoe left her chair and continued dancing throughout the concert. It was a blissful vision: the coordinated movements of her shapely legs in black lace garter stockings, perfectly tuned with the rest of the body, writhing in sexy movements.

A few minutes after the start of the concert, I was no longer minding the band on stage, completely lost in the promise of endless delights arising from that fabulous body in motion.

Occasionally, she would let me understand her awareness of my ecstasy before her performance, always followed by a smirk of superiority and distance,

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