Knife

The woman with the green eyes wanted someone who would let her cut their clothes off in front of an audience. She asked me. She asked me! I'd been sweet on her for a couple of years already by then, dropping small hints but not wanting to pressure her or embarrass myself. I was so happy she'd asked me, I floated for days just thinking about it.

When the time came, I was nervous, but I tried to act cocky. There were well over a hundred people crowded into the room. I sat in a chair off to the side, waiting for her to finish her introductions and safety lecture, wondering whether my knees would shake when I stood up to walk to the front of the room. I was daydreaming a little. I hate to say it, but I didn't notice her creeping closer until she was right in my face, and by then it was too late to prepare myself. Of course she didn't sneak up on me on purpose. Of course not.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, her hand right shot out and grabbed the side of my face, hard, fingers hooking under my jawbone. Her left hand brought the knife up--where did that come from??--and pressed it hard against my throat. She wasn't fucking around: I could feel the bite of the sharp edge against my skin. I gasped loudly and went straight into subspace. It's amazing how fast that can happen, given the right encouragement. She could have done just about anything right then, and I would have let her.

I had just enough time to notice her self-satisfied smirk before she hauled me out of my chair by a handful of hair and half-dragged me across the floor to the front of the room. I would have gone willingly, but it's always more fun when you can't quite get your feet under you. She switches--I know she knows this. There was a loud whump! as my back hit the wall, then pressure on my windpipe as her surprisingly strong hand dug in beneath my jaw. She was about my height, but I outweighed her by a good seventy pounds; clearly, size means very little in such situations.

She gave me a small shake or two, planted her knee firmly against my crotch to anchor me against the wall, and pressed the tip of the knife against my sternum. The same sharp blade which had moments before been pressed against my throat then found its way through the thin fabric of my t-shirt and began to rend it into useless shreds.

It was her eyes that held me, though, more than anything. I stared hard into them: green, a hint of brown around the pupil, unfathomably deep, locked onto mine like a missile onto its target.

When she was done with me, she left me there, gasping against the wall, my breasts framed by the hanging tatters of my clothing, while she turned her attention back to her audience. As she spoke to them about other ways one could use a knife in a scene, I watched her and tried to get my breathing under control. She had set the knife down, and after a bit, I reached over and plucked it off the table. It was dark and sharp, medieval looking. I'd never seen anything quite like it. I stroked it a few times, thoughtfully. I was really turned on, and I imagined the blade jutting out at me from the fly of her 501's. I stroked it a little more.

She turned back to me just then, and I must have had a strange expression, because she stopped in mid-sentence and asked, What? The room was silent. My eyes locked onto hers, I opened my mouth... and lowered it slowly over the blade. My lips and tongue caressed the smooth flat surface of the knife's blade as I slid my mouth slowly down its length, farther, farther, my brown eyes never leaving her widening green ones. I took it all the way in until I felt the tip against the back of my throat, moving impossibly slowly, telling her with my eyes that what I was really sliding my wet mouth along was her cock... up and down and up and down the blade, maybe two or three times, and then I stopped. Drew my tongue along its length one last time, lips apart, showing her how much I wanted it, lingering on the point for a moment longer, then pausing to smile, satisfied, and set the knife back on the table. As both the woman with the green eyes and the audience collectively exhaled, I turned and walked back to my seat.