Consent Porn
Erotic fiction for the #MeToo era
As they collapsed in an embrace on the bed, Jen felt the passion tingling in her sex. “Make love to me, Pablo,” she cried.
“Absolutely,” responded Pablo, his brown eyes blazing with desire. “Let’s make the preparations. I’d like you to meet my lawyer, Jeffrey Goldblatt, J.D.”
A middle-aged lawyer in a business suit exited the closet of the bedroom.
“Nice to meet you, Jen, “ he said politely, extending her hand. “This won’t take a minute.”
The surprised Jen held the sheet up over her chest. Pablo had removed her blouse, but she still wore a nice black Victoria Secret pushup that accented her athletic figure.
“You’ve been in the closet the whole time?” she asked.
“Oh yes, but it’s pro forma,” said the lawyer. “This is a boilerplate contract.”
“And after I sign it you’re going to leave?”
Jen saw Pablo and the lawyer exchange a furtive glance.
“Uh, Jen,” explained Pablo. “It’s best that he remain for the duration. You know, to avoid any… uncertainty or unpleasantness.”
“In the closet?” uttered Jen, surprised.
“Um, no, he likes to stay out here,” explained Jen.
“I like to keep an eye on things,” said Jeffrey Goldblatt, J.D. “Is that a problem? A lot of people have reported that being… uh… watched makes the whole procedure even more exciting.”
“He’s not going to participate, is he?” stammered Jen.
“Oh no, no, no,” said Pablo. “Unless you want him to.”
“So if you just sign here, here, and here,” said Jeffrey, handing Jen a rather extravagant fountain pen.
“I’m not going to sign anything without my lawyer looking over it first,” objected Jen.
“It simply states that you give your consent fully to have Pablo continue undressing you,” explained Jeffrey. “First he will remove your bra. And then, unless you give a verbal signal that you are uncomfortable in some way, he will continue by pulling off your skirt, which by the way is a very attractive cut. Is that Ann Taylor?”
“Hugo Boss,” said Jen, blushing. She was beginning to notice that Jeffrey Goldblatt was rather attractive, in a different way from Pablo, who was gym-toned, dark haired, and just twenty-six. Mr. Goldblatt was Jewish, a little pudgy, pushing fifty, but something about his manner said authority, strength and confidence. Jen felt another little tingle in her sex.
“That sounds fine,” said Jen. “But I like to be on the safe side. Gloria, you can come in now.”
The two men turned surprised to the window of the hotel room, which suddenly opened, and Gloria Anthony, J.D., in full rappel gear and a swank Chanel suit, swung into the room.
“Good evening gentlemen,” she said, removing the buckles of her climbing harness. Gloria was about 45, had had some work done to her face, and perhaps a breast augmentation. Jen glanced quickly over at Pablo. She noticed that spark in his eyes — he was attracted to her. Then she looked over at Pablo’s lawyer. He obviously knew Ms. Anthony. He seemed suddenly downcast.
“Hello, Gloria,” said Jeffrey Goldblatt. “I didn’t know you were….involved in this case.”
“Well, Jeffrey, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” said Gloria. “Oh it’s so humid tonight, isn’t it. I hope you don’t mind if I remove this jacket.”
She took off her Chanel blazer, revealing just a lace chamise underneath. Jen saw Jeffrey Goldblatt burning with desire and sorrow at the same time, if that was possible. And again, in Jen’s sex, the tingling mounted.
“According to this document,” said Gloria, snatching it out of Jeffrey’s trembling hands. “After he removes the skirt, he’s going to leave the panties on for a period of nibbling and cooing. Is that alright with you, Jen?”
“A period of nibbling and cooing,” said Jen. She was becoming almost breathless with anticipation. “That sounds quite nice,” she murmured.
“However,” interjected Jeffrey Goldblatt. “Jen, you will need to submit to a breathalyzer test, just in case your ability to consent has been in some way impaired.”
“A breathalyzer test,” said Jen, turning to Pablo. “Is that really necessary?”
“Actually, it’s kind of fun,” said Pablo. “Officer Pelayo, come on in.”
From the bathroom then emerged an off-duty Los Angeles police officer. He had the regular police uniform on top, but a pair of tight fitting cycling shorts on.
“I’m a cycling officer,” explained Officer Pelayo, noticing Jen’s glance descending to his shorts…and the bulge there. “And I’m hung.”
“You certainly are,” said Jen.
Officer Pelayo brought the breathalyzer gadget over to the bed.
“Just open your mouth,” he said seductively, “And blow on this.”
It was going to be a wild night!
