Bait and Switch Retype - Complete

"Nick was just leaving," Shanna tells her twin, and shuffles me out the door. Outside in the cold, we kiss for a few minutes, holding each other tight, before she asks, "So what do you think of my headache cure?"

"It worked better than you can know," I tell her, smiling. Some old man walks his dog by us, and from the way he smiles, I know we must look like a couple. Thinking of that, I have to ask a question, though I'm almost afraid to do so. "So. . . What are we, exactly?" I don't want to drop the childish terms of boyfriend/girlfriend, but don't want to act like a player either.

She smiles at me, and it eases my concerns. "Let's just say that we're REALLY good friends for now, and see where that goes. Besides, why put a label to this?" She gives me a quick peck on the lips.

Somehow I'm a little let down that she doesn't want more from me, but then I think of Gina and Professor Frankens, and know that I will manage just fine.

She drives me back to the campus, where my car is, and we kiss for awhile longer, until we agree that we either need to stop, or screw again. I'm okay with the latter, but she tells me she is a bit sore, and doesn't think she can right then, but tomorrow after Brent's party, maybe we can again.

I keep my window rolled down as I drive back to my apartment, trying to cool off.

When I walk in, Derek tells me that Gina had stopped by again, and I'm supposed to call her. I'm starting to think she is getting clingy, but she is also a good lay, so I call her up. Her mom answers, and then gets Gina on the line.

"I miss you," she tells me. "Can I come over?"

I debate for half a heartbeat, and then turn her down. I'm still horny after leaving Shanna, but it really isn't fair to transfer that to Gina, and besides, young though I am, I need some rest. "Maybe tomorrow, I haven't slept well for days, and could really use some sleep." She sounds sad, but I let her go.

I spend the rest of the evening playing games on my computer (trying not to think about what Lela told me about Earth's impending doom), before going to bed early. I wake at some time in the night, bathed in white light, Lela standing in front of me.

Chapter 05

Standing in cool white light, in a featureless blue room, I examine the alien in front of me. Her eyes look white tonight, with a hint of blue around the edges, and light seems to ripple around her nude frame while her fingers press invisible buttons in the air. I wonder briefly how she makes the light do that. It actually looks like the light covers her in places, but doesn't actually touch her, as it flickers and shifts around her subtle curves.

I can feel my body getting weaker, as the white luminescence does its work and builds up my muscles. I still can't figure out what will trigger Lela's 'horny' switch. No matter how hard I push on it, it refuses to budge. The other two move easily enough, but this one stubborn switch refuses to obey my will.

It has to be something that's different about her species, but I don't think I can just ask her about her race's mating habits. Alien or no, I don't know whether that's crossing a line.

I start going over what she told me last night, which is decidedly little. It really boils down to her ancestors coming from herbivores. Is there something different about them? I try to think of herbivores on Earth to compare, but they were all dumb animals, only mating when. . .

An idea strikes me, and I look up to try it out, but my time in the light is done, and before I can form the switch, I find myself back in my own bed. I'll have to try tonight when she comes for me again.

Exhausted from the treatment, I slip back into sleep before five minutes have even passed.

* * *

I wake slowly, some noise disturbing my rest. Rolling over, I hope it'll go away, but it continues relentlessly. Groaning, I sit up, and only then am I awake enough to realize someone is knocking on my door.

"What?" I ask, more ornery than I'd intended, but dammit, it's Saturday, and I value my sleep. Besides, if the demons arrive and I can't stop them somehow, I won't be getting anymore good sleep; only the long sleep of death.

"Nick, are you awake?" Groaning loudly, wanting Gina to hear me, I flop back onto my pillow. I'd told her I would talk to her today, but I didn't expect her to show up in my apartment.

"I am now," I grump.

"Can I come in?" The door is already slowly opening, and my frustration is building. What is the point in asking, if she's just going to come in anyway? For half a heartbeat I'm tempted to close the door as if it's a switch, but decide against it.

"Might as well, but I'm only in my boxers."

She slips quickly into my room, and shuts the door behind her. Quietly, she goes to the foot of my bed, and sits down, her hands clasped in her lap, as she stares at her knees as though they can impart some great wisdom to her. After she sits there for awhile without speaking, I almost lose it.

"What do you want, Gina? It's eight o'clock on a Saturday. I don't usually get up till at LEAST ten, and last night was a tiring night." Anger laces my words, but I'm able to keep my volume level. It isn't likely that Dennis will have slept through Gina's knocking, but I don't want to disturb any my other neighbors this morning either.

"Tiring. . .?" She looks up and around, and I realize how that must have sounded.

"No, no one is here, I was just working on a project, and it's left me exhausted." It isn't really a lie. Somehow after everything, I don't think I can lie to her; it would make me feel like too much like a hypocrite. She nods, and I can see that she is relieved, before her eyes drop back down to her lap.

"May I ask what kind of project?" Her voice is pensive, and I can tell she is reluctant to ask me this.

No, you may not, I think, but answer differently. "It will take a couple weeks before I'm ready."

She looks up at me, and then down again. I've never seen her act like this before. Normally she is so self confidant, but this morning it's like she's an entirely different person.

"Oh, okay. You look good today, even your—" She cuts herself off, and looks at my bare chest and then to my jaw, and I know she is looking for the bruises that are no longer there. "Your chest! Your bruises are gone. How. . .?"

I have to think fast. I don't want to lie, but I can't tell her an alien healed me, either. "You did give me a really great massage." I let that hang, hoping she will draw the wrong conclusion, and only feeling slightly guilty. Technically I'm lying.

"Massage. . . Yeah. . . I never knew a massage could do that." Her eyes are still locked on my torso, and I want to change the subject.

"I don't think you came to look at my bruises. Why are you here?" Her eyes immediately drop back to her clasped hands, and I feel my frustration growing. What is wrong with her? I lean forward, place my hand under her chin, and gently turn her face up to me. She refuses to meet my eyes, but at least she turns.

"I—You probably hate me, I know, but. . . I. . . What I mean to say is. . . I wanted to. . . I don't feel right about what happened, and I. . ." Her inability to come right out and say it is starting to drive me up the wall. Can I make a switch to get her to come right out and say it? "I want to make it up to you, and will do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness." She finally splutters out, without me having to make a switch.

This again? I thought we'd gone over this already.

"Waking me up early on a Saturday isn't a good start," I tell her, and her chin yanks out of my hand at the sound of rebuke in my voice. She is fidgeting now as she sits on the edge of my bed, and I remember the conditioning my switches have caused in her. Checking them real quick, I can tell she is horny, and every time I talk only makes it worse.

"I-I know, but you barely return my calls, and you won't let me come see you. I didn't know what else to do." I watch as a tear slowly slides down her cheek, leaving a wet trail in its wake. "I don't want you to push me away."

My anger flees.

Pulling her to me, she rests her head on my bare chest. I can feel her hot tears on my chest as she shakes and sobs against me. This once proud and socially powerful woman is now broken, and in large part because of me. I used my switches on her, manipulating her into sex. She had tried to cover it up with her boyfriend by claiming it was rape, but had confessed the truth before I'd been beaten too badly. Her boyfriend is gone, her social status likely crumbled, and I'm probably the only person who treats her with any kindness. She has suffered for her crime, worse than I'd suffered for her lies, and my name is clear. In a sense I'm her jailer, the only one that can set her free. The sense of power over her that that gives me is a heady feeling that I immediately feel guilty for. I've enough power over her as it is.

Sucking in a deep breath, I ready myself to tell her she is forgiven, but before the words leave my mouth, she turns her face up to mine and plants her soft lips against me. The kiss is gentle, not fierce or passionate like others have been, but ever better for its tenderness. Her arms snake around my naked torso, and hug me tighter to her slender frame. I hold in the breath of air as long as I can, letting it out slowly through my nose. There is no tongue involved in this kiss, just our lips and bodies pressed against each other, and yet I can feel myself growing hard as it continues on.

Unexpectedly Gina pulls away, and I can see fear in her red rimmed hazel eyes. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that. . . I just—"

I silence her with a quick peck, "You're forgiven." The words come easier than I think they should, but I know they are true. She really has suffered enough. "Not because of the kiss, or the sex, or anything else, but because I can see you've suffered enough. You don't need to worry about me anymore; I can take care of myself. You don't have to do anything else that you don't want to."

Fear turns to relief, and then confusion. "That I don't want to?" Her eyes search my own. "I haven't done anything I didn't want to, Nick. Even when I let you in my ass, it was something I wanted to do, at the time. Whenever Robbie tried it always hurt, but when I'm with you, everything is different. I feel good when you talk to me, and your touch sends thrills through my body. I don't know what this effect is that you have on me, but I like it, and I like being with you."

Now I'm the one to feel low. She only feels that way, because I'd made her feel like that. It's my fault. The catchphrase from Spiderman comes back to me, "With great power, comes great responsibility." How true that is, I think as I look down at the beautiful blonde still in my arms. I'm now responsible for her.

"Gina, I—" her finger presses against my lips and cuts me off. I was about to apologize myself, and maybe ask her to leave before I caused any more damage.

"Don't say it. I won't say it either, but just don't send me away. You know how I feel now. Just-just hold me." And so I hold her, feeling like a heel, but not knowing what else to do. I can't remove the switches in her, and even if I change the one she is conditioned with, it won't change her conditioning. I toy with the idea of reconditioning her, but decide not to for two reasons: I've no right to manipulate her further, and can actually cause more damage, and though I feel worse for it, I like holding her and being with her.

In silence we hold each other, me not daring to speak, and manipulate her more, and I've no idea what is going through her head. After some time has passed, Gina looks up to me, and asks, "Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you." Three such simple words, and yet they hold so much weight.

"Dennis is home," I try to back out, talking as little as possible. "What if he walks in?"

"Then he can watch like he did the other night," she says, as I feel her lips start sucking on my nipple, while her hands dig into my boxers.

Somehow I'm not too surprised that she knew Dennis had watched us. I'm a little disappointed my ploy had failed. It isn't that I'm not in the mood. Her fingers firmly squeezing my rock hard shaft can attest to that. My only problem is I still feel bad about what I've done to her.

As her digits slide up and down my pole, I can feel my resolve weakening. "We really shouldn't," I try to say, as her lips trail down my torso. She really knows how to use her hands I think, as a moan inexplicably leaves my throat. I need to put a stop to this, before it goes too far.

But my hands stay where they are, and I make no move to stop her. Would it really be so bad? Just this one last time, then never again. . . No, this is wrong. I need to stop this now. I need to. . . I need. . . The thought is lost as her lips touch the head of my penis, and this time there is no chance of stopping the moan. My hands finally move as they go to the back of her head, digging into her hair.

I feel, more than hear, her moan through my cock, and she picks up the pace of her sucking. I lift my head off my pillow, and look down at her. Her face and my crotch are hidden behind her blonde hair, but a movement from her arm catches my attention. By the looks of it, she is playing with herself, while giving me a great blowjob.

I know I shouldn't say it, it is wrong to do so, but I'm lost to lust by this point. "Take off your clothes, I want to taste you."

Quicker than I think possible, and with more energy than I'd seen her have all morning, Gina practically rips off her clothes, plants her already soaked crotch against my lips, and swallows me back between her own.

I want to make her feel as good as she's making me feel, so I moan loudly while I lick her labia, and am rewarded with a fresh flood of her fluids. She tastes different from Shanna, but not in a bad way. Both women taste great. I shove my tongue in as far as it will go down her hole, grab an ass cheek in each hand, and try to shove my whole face inside her. I then suck her clit between my teeth, and have to hold on tight as she comes once again.

Gina breathlessly flops over onto her side, as she comes down from her climax, and then starts to kiss her way up my body. When she gets to my face, she over my lips, and instead licks all her juices from my chin, cheeks, and nose, before finally shoving her tongue as far down my throat as she can.

Lost in what she is doing, I don't even realize when she moves her pelvis into position, until I feel her velvety folds start to squeeze tightly down my member. I drop my hands to her rear again, and we soon reach a matched rhythm. Her hands are on my face, as she kisses me hungrily, her torso pressed against mine, and my cock going ever deeper and deeper into her slippery crevice.

She is the one to break the kiss, as she gasps for air, and sits upright, allowing me to go a little further into her. I'm still a little outside her, but I reach down with one hand, and rubbed her clit, while I use my other hand to fondle one of her large breasts. She shudders as another climax takes her, and I twist my hips to roll us over.

I have to pull out, but I keep her on her side, straddle her right leg, and slip back into her, with her left leg going around my torso. I use my left hand to continue rubbing her clit, as I slide in and out of her hot hole. She twists her upper body so her shoulders are flat on my bed, and use her left hand to encourage me to up my pace.

Grabbing one of her delectable tits again, I lean forward to take one of her nipples between my teeth. Even with my length, I can't go as deep like this, but by her moans, she doesn't care.

I know I'm getting close, and pick up my attack on her cunny, feeling sweat start to bead on my brow.

"Fuck me, with that cock, Nick. Fuck me hard! Oh, God, I'm going to cum again. Don't stop. Don't stooOOPPppp!" As I feel her inner muscles clamp down hard on my shaft, I let fly with my own ejaculate. Her eyes fly open, as I spew inside her, and it seems as if her orgasm doubles in intensity.

Spent, worn out, and tired, I collapse behind her, and soon fall back to sleep.

I wake a few hours later to the feel of soft lips against my own. Smiling, I open my eyes to see Gina's Hazel eyes looking back at me. The memory of my crumbling resolve, and all the wrongs I've done her comes flooding back, and I scoot away from her, falling out of the bed.

Gina laughs at my misfortune, before saying, "Not the reaction I was expecting." She laughs some more as I try to get up, and I notice I'm still naked. I try to cover myself, and can't remember where my boxers went. Had I ever even taken the time to take them off during the sex? Grabbing a clean pair, I turn back to face the beautiful blonde, but don't dare speak. "Dennis poked his head in awhile ago, and asked if you are still going to the party tonight." Her face has gone solemn, and I feel a sinking sensation in my gut. She is talking about Derek's party, and he had specifically asked me not to take her. "Is he talking about Derek's party?"

I can't lie, but I don't dare talk either. I don't need her getting horny again at the sound of my voice. I just nod my head.

"I know I'm not invited. Do you still plan on going? We can stay here all day. . . When Dennis leaves, we'd have the whole place to ourselves. I'll even let you put that beast in my ass again."

It's tempting. Oh, so tempting, but I know I have to refuse. I can't do that to her. Not again.

"I'm going," I say, and watch as her face falls.

She gets out of my bed, and starts dressing. I can see the tears forming in her eyes, but don't know what I can say to stop them.

"Fine. I know when I'm not wanted." She gathers all of her things, and is headed for the door. Despite myself, I block her. "I see you really haven't forgiven me."

I grab both her arms in my hands, and hold her at arm's length. "Gina, it's not that you're not wanted. This is the first time I've ever been invited to a party. Ever," I emphasize. Against my will, the words are coming out, many more than I want to say. "You ARE forgiven. I promise."

I see hope return to her eyes a split second before her arms pull out of my hands and wrap around me, hugging me tight. "Thank you, Nick. I promise not to be too angry, but don't forget me while you're there. I know how Derek's parties usually turn out."

I nod, and then she kisses me and leaves. I sag against the door, and curse myself for my weak will. Why can't I have just let her go? Maybe it will be best if I avoid her for a while.

I spend the rest of the day trying to get my mind off my problems, by playing games and lightly practicing my switches, but only partially succeed.

As the sun starts to set, I take a quick shower, followed by Dennis. I put on my Kingdom Hearts shirt, which Dennis raises an eyebrow at, but thankfully doesn't comment, and a pair of blue jeans.

The drive to Shanna's house is a cool one, but blessedly quick. Standing at her front door, I wait somewhat impatiently for her to answer. When the door finally opens, it feels like my heart skips a beat. She looks lovely, with her makeup lightly done, a pair of skin tight jeans, and a light winter coat on.

"Shall we?" Her voice is soft and sweet as she passes by me, and I catch the slight fragrance of lilac and vanilla. I'm slightly surprised she didn't kiss me right away, but blow it off as I rush after her. Holding my car door open for her, she gets in. "Oh, a gentleman," she coos, and I can't hide my smile. I don't know what my mother would think of how I'm using my abilities, but she HAS taught me how to treat a woman.

The drive to the party seems to start and end before I'm even aware of it, my head filled with her sweet scent. The moon hangs heavily in the sky, and the snow is falling lightly, like a million little diamonds from the sparse clouds. When I tell the analogy to Shanna, she laughs her lovely little laugh, and I think, tonight is going to be a good night. I'm going to forget about the demons, forget about Gina, and just have fun with Shanna.