A Small Price to Pay, or: Patrick Breeds Busty Lesbian Milfs, Ch. 01

A Small Price to Pay; or, Patrick Breeds Busty Lesbian Milfs

by Fidget

Chapter 1

Evelyn was lucky it had happened at the club she’d decided to go to that night. She was even luckier that she noticed when it happened, because it was so subtle and over so quickly that if she hadn’t been paying attention, she would have missed it completely.

The only reason she’d noticed it at all is because she was preparing to go hit on the cute little blonde herself, but before she could make her move an average-looking guy sidled up next to her and gently placed his hand on her bare arm.

The girl, who looked to be in her mid-twenties, recoiled automatically at the unwanted touch, but, to Evelyn’s surprise, she soon calmed down and seemed to take the contact in stride.

Even more oddly, the girl didn’t move a muscle as the man bent down toward her ear, and by straining her hearing, Evelyn was barely able to make out parts of what he said to her: “… most attractive man you’ve ever… …desperately… …make out with me.”

Evelyn smirked, expecting the cute blonde to jerk her arm away and send him packing, which would give the thirty-year-old lesbian the perfect opportunity to swoop in and commiserate with her about how horrible men were. Instead, Evelyn was shocked to see the target of their affections hesitantly mumbling something under her breath, followed by the guy repeating what he had said more firmly. This time Evelyn made it out clearly:

“You think I’m the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, and you desperately want to make out with me.”

This time there was no hesitation at all as the woman repeated the man’s words back to him, and even as she did so her eyes became large and liquid, her cheeks began to flush, and her body language subtly shifted to emphasize the feminine sexuality of her modest curves.

Somehow, in the space of just a few seconds after hearing what this man had said to her, this girl had obviously fallen head over heels for him.

Evelyn quickly glanced at the dancers around them. Nobody else had noticed, and it was only by happenstance that she even had. 

The man removed his hand from her arm, and the worked-up cutie immediately pressed her hips against his, looking up into his face with eyes wide with infatuation. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and she stood up on her tiptoes as their lips met. Her eyes closed in what was clearly bliss, and she even began to moan against his mouth when his hand snaked up her side and shamelessly brushed across her small breast.

Things began to get hot and heavy between the two on the dance floor, until the guy placed his hand on the naked skin of her waist, and Evelyn watched as the woman fell still and compliant once more. He bent down to whisper in her ear, and this time Evelyn couldn’t make out what he said, but when the girl robotically parroted his words back at him, Evelyn thought she made out the word “private”.

A second later the life came back into the blonde’s eyes, and she looked up at her amorous suitor and nodded.

He reached out to grab a passing waitress’s arm. “You need to let us into the private back room.”

The waitress slowed to a stop, but managed to slowly shake her head, as though fighting through molasses. “I can’t, sir. It’s closed for renovations.”

The man patiently repeated what he had said, his hand still firmly clasped around the naked skin of the woman’s wrist. “You need to let me into the private back room and make sure none of the staff disturb us.”

Her brow furrowed, and her mouth opened and closed a few times like a confused goldfish, but ultimately the fight seemed to go out of her, and she calmly repeated his words back to him, before turning and leading the horny couple through the crowd once the man had released her.

Evelyn followed at a distance, and arrived at the door to the back room just in time to watch the man touch the waitress’s arm again before saying, “Thanks sex kitten. Also, you love wearing tops that show off your tits.”

The bemused server was still repeating the words “sex kitten… show off my tits” as the man disappeared into the back room with his enraptured hottie, and Evelyn watched as the waitress looked down at her boobs with newfound interest, before undoing a button on her top and pressing her boobs up to show a bit more cleavage as she walked away.

Evelyn watched her go, now with noticeably more bounce in her step and sway in her hips than she had had when the man had first grabbed her. Evelyn was sorely tempted to go after the server instead and see what exactly “sex kitten” meant, but she forced herself to take a breath and focus.

She had just witnessed two women completely change their behavior for the sluttier after a mere touch from this man, so whatever power was involved was clearly worth more than a single night with one waitress. Even if that waitress’ sex appeal had been boosted off the charts by the man’s influence.

Evelyn steeled herself, and then opened the door marked “Private” and walked through to meet her destiny.

The scene inside was much as she’d expected. The man and woman were standing alone in the dimly lit room, their bodies tightly clasped together among the haphazardly-arranged tables as they continued to prepare their bodies for sexual intercourse.

The woman’s skimpy black dress had been pulled down, and the man was busy mauling her naked tits while she squirmed and moaned encouragement. Even in the dim light Evelyn could clearly see that the look on her face: this was a woman desperate to get herself penetrated.

Evelyn’s mouth dropped open in shock. Not at the fact that the girl wanted to have sex – that was an expression that Evelyn took pride in putting on other women’s faces all the time – but at the fact that the horny woman’s breasts were significantly larger than Evelyn remembered them being just minutes ago. She shook her head and looked again, thinking that maybe it was just an optical illusion in the dim light in the back room, but there was no mistaking it: the cute girl’s breasts had somehow ballooned out to at least double Ds, when Evelyn was completely certain they couldn’t have been larger than Bs when she’d been scoping out the cutie on the dance floor.

She shook her head in distaste. The blonde had been so cute and petite before, and now her perfect figure had been ruined by a man’s unrealistic, juvenile, porn-fueled fantasy of what a healthy, sexually attractive woman should look like. It was a big part of why Evelyn preferred small breasts herself, and why she was so glad that all of her thickness had sunk down to her thighs and ass where it belonged – her pear-shaped body meant that she had to deal with much less unwanted attention from immature horndog men unconsciously trying to fill her teats with milk so they could live out their perverted mommy fantasies.

Anyhow, regardless of her opinion about the blonde’s new tits, it was clear that this guy could change far more than just behavior. Evelyn knew that she should leave, that whatever was going on here was far too dangerous to get herself involved with. She hadn’t been spotted yet, so she could still just turn around, walk back through the door, have a night of orgasmic fun with the sex kitten waitress, and forget this whole thing had ever happened.

But she knew that fate had put her here for a reason, that this was the only chance she would ever get to take this power for herself.

Evelyn took two steps into the dark room and loudly cleared her throat.

The man looked up at her with annoyance and a complete lack of concern, but his face took on an expression of mild interest when he noticed that she didn’t seem at all surprised by what he was doing.

“Can I help you?”

His new pet tried to pull his attention back down to her, clearly wanting him to continue manhandling her tits, but Evelyn and the man both ignored her as they stared at each other.

“I think you can,” Evelyn said evenly, feeling strangely calm and pragmatic as she addressed a person who could effortlessly destroy her life if he decided to. “I want what you have. I want to be able to do what you do.”

The man’s face took on an amused, thoughtful expression for a second, before his busty arm candy spoke. “Patrick? Who is this woman? Get rid of her so that you can fuck me! You promised!”

The man, whose name was apparently Patrick, looked down at his bimbo in mild annoyance, but then he began squeezing her large breasts between his fingers, and after a few seconds the newly-minted slut once again became calm and passive.

“You just had the best idea in the world – you should give me a blowjob while I talk to my new friend here.”

“Blowjob…” the big-titted blonde mumbled obediently, and a second after he had removed his hands from her tits, her eyes lit up. “I know exactly what you need, you naught boy,” she said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, before dropping to her knees, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his modest cock. She popped it into her mouth without hesitation and looked up at him with wide, lovestruck blue eyes as she began to slurp and suck.

Evelyn fought the urge to roll her eyes at the vulgar display, but instead she kept her gaze on Patrick and began slowly making her way across the floor toward him.

He waited patiently as she approached, grunting softly each time the enthusiastic blonde’s slick orifice enveloped his cock.

Then, as soon as she drew close enough his arm shot out without warning, and Evelyn was suddenly overwhelmed with a sensation of calm, receptive lethargy that spread through her body from where Patrick’s hand had made contact with her upper arm. She instinctively tried to jerk away and shake off the feeling, but found that she couldn’t quite muster the energy, and the sensation of passive compliance continued to grow whether she wanted it to or not, until finally, after a few seconds of struggling, Evelyn finally gave in and felt her body relax completely.

As strong-willed as Evelyn was, she was apparently just as susceptible to Patrick’s influence as all of the other women had been. Her worst fears had been realized: she was fully aware that she was at his mercy, and there was nothing whatsoever she could do about it.

“You should take your top off.”

The idea appeared from the ether and rested itself heavily upon her psyche. Evelyn briefly felt like the world was somehow shifting around her, changing beyond her control, and then all of a sudden she realized that she did, in fact, need to take her top off.

“I…” she began, trying to resist her urge to repeat what Patrick had said to her, even though it rang oddly true inside her head.