Free Agent, Chapter 1

[ginas1989]

I've debated with myself the last two days about whether to do this. So let me give you this disclaimer up front so that you can skip this post if you're so inclined. Likewise, if OCC objects to this posted here, they can delete the post and I promise I won't do something similar again.

My publisher gave me permission earlier this week to post chapter 1 from "Free Agent" my latest story to any websites I'd like. However the title is a commercial work. He'd prefer I link to the stores where the product can be purchased. However, I KNOW the links would not be allowed here.

Chapter 1 is pretty damn sexy as a stand-alone piece I think, so I'm glad to show it off even w/o providing links, but I'm still not sure whether that would be OK by OCC standards because... the catch-22 is I MUST include the copyright mention and reference to the product or else the publisher won't allow it to be posted.

I've also been lambasted by PM here previously, because the user knows I'm a professional writer and was told I'm basically a greedy b*tch for selling this stuff. All I will say to that is please keep in mind that these are not stories I throw together in a half hour. A complete work, like Free Agent, takes upwards of a month of full-time writing, editing, and formatting before it's ready to release. It's what I do to earn a living. I'm good at writing and not much else. So please don't begrudge me that livlihood. If you don't like the fact, then simply ignore my posts.

Thanks! Gina

and without further ado...

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Legal Notice: The following material is excerpted from "Free Agent" by Gina Sartucci. All text is copyright 2011, ADPublishing, All rights reserved. You may post a link to this material or repost this text elsewhere on the web but only if you include this legal notice text with the posted material. No further use of the material is allowed without the prior written consent of the author and ADPublishing.

All His Dreams Come True


“Derrick…?” The young brunette called out with a lilt in her petite voice – a voice that matched her diminutive frame. At 5’0, 103 pounds, she was just about as tiny as they come anyway. But compared to a hulking professional football player, she looked like a genuine midget.

“Derrick…? Where arrrrrreeeeeee you…?”

Derrick woke up. It was completely dark in his apartment bedroom. Looking at his nightstand he noticed the time, 3:15 a.m. Not sure whether he had actually heard anything or not, Derrick lie still in his bed and listened. After a minute or two of silence, he had almost decided it was nothing, but then….

“Derrick! Are you here or not? I’m getting tired of waiting. I just may start without you if you don’t hurry!” The voice giggled at the end of the sentence and Derrick heard a soft splash of water.

Derrick sat straight up in his bed, his heart pounding fast. Adrenaline surged through his body.

A gentle, flowery smell wafted in the air, lingering in front of him, before drawn slowly up his nostrils as he inhaled.

He had gone to sleep that night alone, as he usually did... at least as far as he could recall.

Scratching his head, he pondered. “Did I go out and pick someone up last night?” Straining to remember, he pieced back the events of last evening.

First, at around six, he had gone to see his mother who cooked him dinner. He stayed there for two hours.

Then after, he had come back to his apartment. His agent called and they spoke for less than an hour.

Following that, the evening unwound rather slowly with Derrick watching some TV, paying bills, and finally settling down on the couch with a good book, a saucy title of erotica called “Sex with Substance.” He loved the author, a young woman from Queens, and made it a point to read every book she’d released.

At around midnight he awoke, having drifted off on the couch, got undressed, and came to sleep here in his proper bed.

The sound of splashing water brought Derrick’s focus back to the issue at hand.

At 6’7”, 315 pounds, mostly muscle, the professional football lineman was not really afraid of ANYONE physically, much less a female. But having assured himself that he ended the evening alone, to be sitting in bed with a strange woman calling out to him was more than a little disconcerting.

He considered the possibilities.

Could it be a stalker? Derrick had never encountered one himself, but he had heard stories of a few guys in the league being followed obsessively by women. One case even surfaced where the girl had broken into and lived in the player’s home while he had been gone on a team road trip. When the player returned he found that the woman had rearranged all the furniture, loaded her clothes up in the closets, and even had changed her official mailing address to his place.

You never could be too careful about these sorts of situations, even if they didn’t seem immediately threatening. After all, woman or not, a deranged stalker could be unpredictable and volatile.

Derrick considered his options. Should he call the police? What if it wasn’t simply a woman? What if … it’s a group of burglars? They could possibly have weapons.

But then it occurred to him that if such a group had broken in, and knew that he was there, they wouldn’t be purposely waking him up with the siren call of a young woman. They would have attacked him in bed as he slept, when he’d be most vulnerable.

“Derrick… please, baby,” the voice insistently beckoned, starting to sound irritated.

Finally, he could take the suspense no longer. Derrick called out into the darkness, tentatively “who… who is it? Where are you?” As he spoke he slowly unfurled himself from the bed sheets and prepared for a physical assault, just in case.

“You know who it is sweetheart. I’m taking that long relaxing bath you promised me. But there’s just one thing. I can’t reach my lower back. Will you come in here and help me scrub it, Derrick…? Please… With sugar on top – and bottom. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Funny that he hadn’t noticed the bathroom light was on until that moment. Granted the door was closed, but enough light trickled out from underneath it and into the darkened bedroom for it to be quite obvious.

“What the hell is going on” he thought to himself as he slowly approached the door and tentatively reached for the handle.


Derrick took one last breath and held it in deep, muscles tensing, legs steadying. Who knew what to expect? He grabbed the handle and with a quick turn and push, flung open the door.


Just as soon as he did, Derrick was attacked!

… by floating bubbles.

The bathtub was filled as high as possible without overflowing. A thick layer of bubbles rested on the water’s surface. More of the soapy creatures had taken flight and were floating around the room in careless paths, congregating on the sink, mirror, towel bar, and just about everywhere there was a convenient landing place.

His vision, distracted by the airborne aggressors, took some time before it finally settled upon the source of the soft, sultry voice that had been calling to him. He could only see her head. It was topped with straight, dark hair as black as night, not quite shoulder length. She was soaking in the tub… or maybe being held captive and slowly consumed by the nefarious, translucent, spherical warriors.

“THERE you are!” The voice smiled. So did the face attached to it. It was a sweet, innocent smile. Like that of a young girl, who thinks that every man in the world is as nice as her own father. Innocence that shields her from the plain and dirty fact that most men, within a span of a few seconds of laying eyes on her, are already fantasizing about what it would be like to bed and ravage her petite, sexpot body.

“Now come here and feed me. I’m soooo hungry. I’ve been starving, waiting for you so long. I need to taste your seed. Come feed me you life-giving elixir, Derrick.”

Her smile lingered. Apparently, it wasn’t quite as innocent a smile as it first seemed.

Derrick, taken aback by the sexually-aggressive advance from this unknown woman, frowned and wondered out loud “Who ARE you, girl and how did you get in?”

“You can call me ‘Lucy’,” the voice responded. “But, that’s really unimportant right now. What IS important is I need to you help me.” Then without warning, the voice changed markedly, so much so that Derrick blinked his eyes to make sure he was still staring at a sweet young girl’s face. The sound that came out next was much deeper in pitch and almost masculine. “Now COME HERE, Derrick.”

Derrick tensed up. “What I’m fixing to do is call the police, woman. Now do you want to explain to me what you’re doing here and how you got in before I do?”

Lucy looked unfazed, “nah. Go ahead and call them. I’ll wait. I’ve got … oh about another 40 minutes or so, before I have to leave.” The voice was back to a sweet, high-pitched innocence. The smile continued to linger and was joined by a guilty giggle.

Derrick backed out of the room slowly; keeping his eyes fixed on her as picked up the phone on his nightstand and dialed 911.

“9-1-1 operator. What’s your emergency?”

“Yes, hello there’s a strange woman, naked in my bathtub, taking a bubble bath and I….”

The operator interrupted, “Oh, yes sir that DOES sound like such an emergency indeed. I assume she’s trying to kill you with kisses?”

“This isn’t funny,” Derrick shot back. “I don’t know who she is and I’m a professional athlete. I’m afraid she might be a stalker.”

The operator replied back with a dull voice, “Yes sir, I’ll dispatch a unit to your location immediately. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, please hurry. Do you need my address?”

“No sir, I have that from the caller ID system…. But, Derrick? Go ahead and fuck Lucy while you wait. She won’t harm you. We promise.” The operator hung up with a click.

“What?!” Derrick was incredulous and his hand started to shake.

Lucy laughed from the tub, a strange and sinister laugh.

Derrick tried to hang-up and redial, but the phone was dead. Panicking now, he bolted for the bedroom door but found himself locked inside.

“How did you do this?” he screamed to Lucy. “How did you intercept the call and lock me in my own room with you inside?”

“Derrick! Think. What’s the only logical conclusion? Ah, I thought you were smarter than this.” Lucy’s face now looked visibly irritated.

“As far as I can tell, the only logical conclusion is that you aren’t working alone. You’re part of a group. Someone else locked us in and you’ve got someone intercepting my outgoing phone calls.” That was really the only possible explanation that came to Derrick’s mind. “OK. Tell me what you want. I don’t have much money. Take anything you want from here and just leave.”

Lucy now stood in the tub, emerging from the bubbles that had shielded her body from view. It was simply magnificent. Although small in stature, Lucy had all the right curves in all the right proportions. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, B-cup in size. They defied gravity. In fact, if Sir Isaac Newton were alive to see them, he’d have to go back to scribbling on a notepad because Lucy’s tits were a much more persuasive argument than any apple falling on your head.

At the end of each delectable mound of flesh protruded a dark-red, pointy nipple that begged to be kissed, licked, and sucked. Again, just EXACTLY the right size for the scale of her breasts and body overall. It was as though a God had crafted Lucy from blueprint specifications rather than nature taking its chance with random dice rolls.

The rest of Lucy’s body was similarly aesthetically perfect. Her flat, well-defined abdomen flared to wider, fuller, soft hips and thighs, narrowing once again to long, slender, muscular legs. There wasn’t a single blemish on her skin.

And of course in addition to all that, there was the seat of her womanhood. Visibly on display to Derrick as Lucy stood there. Although the rest of her body was pure perfection, Lucy’s crotch ascended to something even greater than perfect. It was ethereal, magical, infinitely complex and yet elegant visually. A strong and powerful energy emanated from within it. Light passing near her crotch was bent slightly as through passing through a prism, casting a slight reddish glow.

Derrick stood, silent, in amazement, paralyzed. He’d seen a lot of naked women in his days, but none as gorgeous as this.

Lucy now spoke. “The other, more likely, logical conclusion, my dear Derrick is….”


He waited for her to continue. It seemed like an eternity although it was only a few seconds.

“… that you have been under tremendous pressure as a result of your expiring contract. And, your mother made her ‘wonderful’ meatloaf for dinner, that you don’t have the heart to tell her always upsets your stomach and gives you the shits.”

Derrick wondered how she could know about his mother’s dinner choice.

“Consequently, my dear Derrick, the truly logical explanation is that this is all a wild dream, brought on by stress and indigestion. That’s why my body is so pleasing to you…. It’s what YOU envision as pure perfection.

So my advice, honey, is to not waste this opportunity any longer and to let your mind run wild with this fantasy. Come here now and join me in the tub.”

She reached her arm out to him and he felt an invisible force gently pushing him towards her.

“Come here and fuck me now in all the dirty ways you could ever want and imagine. I am here only to please you. I do want one very small thing in return, but that can wait until later. But for now, come use me as your personal sl*t. I will be anything you desire me to be. I won’t say no to any request. Just come to me... before it’s too late... before you wake up. Come, Derrick, Come.”

Without any choice of his own, Derrick joined Lucy in the tub. Stripping off his underpants and t-shirt he stepped into the water and took her in his arms. Displaced bubbles circled, floating in the air in gleeful flight.

Derrick pressed Lucy’s remarkable body up against his own naked flesh. It was sizzling hot to the touch.

Without any real effort on his part, his manhood awoke and became a filthy snake that hissed at Lucy and then slithered inside her on its own volition. A snake full of venom that wanted to spread its poison everywhere.

It spit frequently. Spit into her womanhood, into her delicate mouth, onto her faultless body, up her soft creamy ass. It spit over and over and over again … more venom than one could imagine a snake would even have within it.

After every spew, Lucy’s body grew hotter and hotter and she hungrily consumed each and every drop again and again. She begged for Derrick to give her more. She was insatiable. Lucy would literally go all night with Derrick if given the chance.

Finally, after a virtual eternity, Derrick opened his eyes to find himself lying in his bed. His own stomach covered in a sticky lake of semen. The remainder of his body was drenched in sweat. He was panting and out of breath.

It had been at least 10 years since the last time that Derrick had experienced a nocturnal emission. Sure he had plenty as a teenager, but they had disappeared by the time he finished puberty. He wasn’t even aware that it was still possible at his age. But apparently it was and after all those years of nothing, he made up for it all in one night.

“I must really need to get a steady girlfriend,” he said out loud as he extricated himself from bed to go clean up the enormous mess. As he did, he noticed the clock on the nightstand read 4:01 a.m.

Entering the bathroom, he was groggy and unsteady having trouble even standing. He tried to use the sink for support as he lathered up a washcloth within its basin.

His whole body ached and he was beyond exhaustion. He was so tired as to be almost delusional. In fact at one point, he glanced up at the mirror and thought he saw writing on it in bright red lipstick. The writing that flashed before his eyes read “It’s now done. All your dreams come true, Derrick. You are mine. –L”

In the blink of an eye it was gone. It wasn’t even present long enough for his brain to process what he saw, or thought he saw. Derrick had other matters to attend to though, because he felt the urgent need to squat on the toilet as it seemed that mom’s meatloaf… the gift that keeps on giving, had decided it had stayed inside his body long enough and wanted out… right now.”