Naughty Meets Nice (True Grave & Yoshie)

[True Grave]

Brandon Wolf was twenty-two years old and had just graduated from UC-Berkley with his Bachelors in Computer Programming a few months ago. He had worked as a programmer for a small firm, and had recently been transferred to a small branch office in Fresno, where they were badly in need of talented programmers. He had purchased a nice starter home in a nice part of Fresno, and he was confident about the future. He drove a mid-sized Chevy car that was parked in the driveway, and he was carrying things in from a U-Haul truck that he had rented. He was carrying things in as the California sun beat down on him.

He was wearing long blue shorts that came down to his knees, and a white short-sleeved shirt. He was used to dry heat, being from Tuscon, Arizona, and he was still getting used to the wet heat of California. Brandon thought that it lived up to the images of it in the media, but in other ways, it was just like anywhere else. This well-manicured suburb could be seen in any part of the United States, and he thought he would love it here. He was looking forward to checking out some local gyms, maybe meeting some local girls. It would be nice to go from a transplant to a member of the community.

Brandon was 6'3", handsome, had black hair and brown eyes, and was well-built with hard muscle and washboard abs. He worked out and did martial arts to stay in shape, not the stereotypical picture of a computer programmer. He carried in a few boxes and then took a drink of water. One of the first things he had set up was his computer, since he needed it for work. He was thankful that this Fresno appointment would be going on for a while, since moving was always a pain in the butt. Brandon set down the water and got back to work, bringing in some more boxes.

 

[Yoshie]

5 bedrooms 3½ bathroom, two car garage town-home. No children, a butler whom everyone thinks is her husband and money in the bank. She was an upstanding citizen, paid her mortgage, car note and taxes on time. Tall, reaching 5’ 10 in height and that was without heels on; long black onyx hair, gold eyes, her original eye color was red. No one really saw her with gold eyes, she had retired them back then when she was Yellow Diamond. Yes, she was known for those bright gold orbs of lust. One stare would have a man on his knees worshiping that hourglass figure of hers. She was a dominatrix able to bend any man to her will and if looks could kill she’d been on death row.

She owned a Rolls Royce, she was a retired sensai and she held herself well. At the age of 33 she was in her prime, she had money in the bank, she had power from every committee in the community and she had the respect of the whole city. She loved where she lived, the people where friendly, the atmosphere was positive and the best part was, no one knew her secret. Behind this passive, play by the rules exterior was a black panther, a rebel, a temptress who’s only goal is to make you come and come some more. She was an Amazon goddess, her long legs led up to her thighs and those hips of hers, a man could get lost in those hips as soon as he could stop staring at the eyes. Her past was what she was running from, she was a porn star, and not just one of those regular run-of-the-mills go go girls, no she was bigger than Karen Stephens.

Her videos were never nasty or distasteful. They were just the opposite; she brought out a certain sophistication to the adult entertainment industry, only dealing with those who had fame, fortune, something to offer her in turn for her services. Back then it was a living, a means to make money, a means to keep change in her pocket and not nickel and dimes either. A stack was her spending money for the weekend and it wasn’t just on her Johnnie Walker Blue label either, although the car and bar stayed full of the Scotch Whiskey.

She was coming from one of the meetings for Neighborhood watch, one of the old ladies from the committee Mrs. Jones had been complaining about the streets were not safe. She apparently watched too much television seeing as the only thing their community was plagued with was paranoid people like herself. Nothing bad ever happened in this small town. They recycled every Wednesday trash went out every Friday. The streets were clean, the houses were clean, and people came and went as they pleased. No one questioned anything that was out of the confines of their little gated community, nothing that would lead to suspicion of Winry Seduction.

 

[True Grave]

Brandon was coming out of the house when he saw someone who he guessed was his neighbor pulling into the house next door. The car was a Rolls-Royce, and it was no question that he lived in a neighborhood where money was no problem. He considered himself to be slightly upper middle class because of his well-paying job, but it was no question that most of his neighbors outclassed him financially. This neighborhood was mostly for retirees, and he could certainly respect rich people who had earned their money more than the heirs and the heiresses splattered all over the tabloids. The person driving the car looked to be a butler or a manservant of some kind, and he opened the back door for the owner of the fancy car. Brandon was expecting some old retiree that looked like everyone's grandma, and he was pretty sure if it had been physically possible, his jaw would have hit the driveway.

The woman getting out of the vehicle was reasonably young, of course, but that was not the shocker. The true shocker was that he recognized her, though not in a way that he would just freely admit to anyone. His next door neighbor was Winry Seduction, a former high-class porn star that almost every young man at his college knew well. She was dressed to the nines, and she had clearly attended some community event. Brandon struggled to tear his eyes away, not wanting to be staring at her. Winry was well-known for dealing with the rich and famous, and a young up-and-comer like him was probably not too interesting for her.

At the very least, he would have a cool story to tell his former dorm mates. They would never believe that a famous porn star was living next door to him. Honestly, she reminded him of the song "Photograph" by Def Leppard.
"Sexy woman, you've got style. You make every man feel like a child."
He had whispered this softly to himself, now convinced that he wanted to listen to that song again.

Brandon finished bringing the boxes out of the truck and into the house. He closed the back shutter and got in to drive it back to the U-Haul lot. He jogged back home, which was not too far, and stood in front of his home as the sun was starting to sink over the horizon.
"I've finally made it."
He smiled to himself and went inside, starting to put some things away. Once he was done with some packing, he was going to head to the local gym and do a workout.

 

[Yoshie]

Before walking in the house she saw what looked like mail. It was addressed to the house next door. She paused and then looked over; this had been going on for at least a week now. The mailman was fucking up, seemingly he was either dyslexic or he was doing this shit on purpose. She bent over legs straight and picked up the mail… there was a couple of bills and then a gamer magazine and it featured, her? She remembered something about them putting her in a new car game. She smiled, it looked like her but the breasts were ungodly large. No one would notice right? She shook it off and went over to the next yard and the mailbox was already full so she had no choice but to knock on the door. Waited and then knocked again.

The clothes that she had on, the long black dress, the slit going up to her thigh and her breasts perfectly lifted she thought nothing of it and sighed. She headed and knocked on the door. She knew he had just moved in but the least they could do was not get the addresses mixed up once a damn week.

She stood at the door arms folded under her breasts and magazine in hand.

"Eh, well... at least he has taste in games." She said chucking to herself.

 

[True Grave]

Brandon had just finished getting his stuff stashed when he heard a knock at the door. That was unusual, since none of his friends would come and visit him out of the blue. He began headed toward the front door, and the person knocked again.
"Just a second," he called out.
He unlocked the door and opened it, surprised when the visitor was Winry herself.
"Hi," he said, thankful that he could say it in a natural tone and with a straight face.

She was holding what looked to be his mail, since he could see a bill with his name on it in one of her hands. The other thing she was holding was a bit awkward, a picture of herself from the newest car simulation game in a checkered flag pattern two-piece bikini with impossibly huge breasts. He had completely forgotten that that game was coming out, and for the real Ms. Seduction to be coming up to his door holding it, well...He guessed that might be a little embarrassing.
"I'm guessing that my mail got delivered to your house by mistake."
He gently reached out and took the mail from her, trying to keep his eyes on hers, even though he badly wanted to run his eyes all over her deliciously curvy body.
"Even though you already know this, I'm Brandon Wolf, and I just moved in."

Winry was wearing a tasteful long black dress that seemed to hug every inch of her. Her breasts were perfectly cradled by the neck of it, and he guessed that she might have been wearing a push-up bra, as well. There was a slit in her dress that went up to her hip, and he had to wonder just what kind of community board meeting she would be going to dressed like that. Winry was definitely comfortable in her own skin to come to his place dressed like that, and he was impressed by that. Watching her in one of her movies, he had once dreamed of her coming to him, but now that he was out of college and with his own place, he wasn't quite sure what to do now.
"Thank you for bringing me my mail."

Brandon reached over and got the rest of it out of the mailbox.
"I've been so busy with moving in lately that I forgot about it."
He briefly scanned it, and it was mostly bills or junk, with the magazine being the only special piece of mail. He was subscribed to several tech and gaming magazines, since he liked to stay on the cutting edge of the field.
"I do have one thing that I've always wanted to ask you, however. Is Winry Seduction your real name, or just your porn star handle?"

 

[Yoshie]

Winry was taken aback. She stared blankly at the boy. He would soon learn to watch his tongue when talking to her. Those crimson red eyes shot daggers at him as they darted around to see if anyone else heard what the smart-alek said out his mouth.

“Listen here Innocent.” Her voice was sultry even when cussing someone out. “You saw nothing. You know nothing. Yes, that is my name. What I did a long time ago was only because it got me here. Nothing more; nothing less and therefore; I’ve left that part of my life in the past.” She got closer to him now her breasts almost under his nose. If he would smell he would smell her Red Door Perfume from Elizabeth Arden. She whispered now in his direction.

“No one knows who I am in this town. As far as they are concerned I’m just another rich bitch.” She smirked and decided to tease him. “Besides… I earned my name… Temptress for a reason… Innocent.” She said dragging her black manicured fingernail from his chest to his belly. She turned completely around to give him a full view of what he will never have and as she handed him the rest of his mail she brushed her hair across his face.

“I’m glad we had this talk… Wolfie.” Those hips moving as fierce as ever. Swaying as if to say You want this… you need this.

 

[True Grave]

Brandon was not expecting this kind of reaction. He guessed that her former profession was meant to be a secret, and that he could have busted her out. It seemed that she was trying to escape her past life in a cloak of respectability. She basically made it clear to him that he was to keep his knowledge mum, and despite her being quite cross with him, it was almost...seductive? Her breasts were almost under his nose, and she was wearing some kind of perfume that smelled like serious money. She basically confirmed all of his suspicions by admitting that no one knew who she was in a sultry whisper.

That wasn't really a surprise, of course. Most of the people in this neighborhood skewed older, and if they watched porn, which was dubious, they would not want to advertise it either. She then took one of her fingernails and dragged it gently from his chest to his stomach in a move that sent electricity to different parts of his body. She seemed to put extra emphasis on the term Temptress, and called him Innocent. Sex seemed to ooze from every pore in her body, and Brandon found himself exhilarated by it. She had suddenly turned around, and her ass looked delicious in the dress.

She then decided that Innocent was not a personal enough nickname, and dubbed him 'Wolfie'. It was better than being called 'Brandy', at least. Her hips moved fiercely, almost hypnotizing in the way her hips rolled from one sensuous rhythm to the other. It was clear that she was punishing him for almost blowing her cover.
"I'm sorry I touched a raw nerve, Winry."
He shrugged his shoulders and went inside, not expecting this woman of such high-class to be so sensitive.

Brandon set his bills down and stretched a bit.
"Time to hit the gym."
He went upstairs and grabbed his bag, putting some workout clothes, bottled water, and a music player inside. The whole episode with Winry reminded him of Bayonetta and Luca from the game Bayonetta, in which the title character almost always referred to him as 'Cheshire'. Brandon slung his bag over his shoulder and went outside, getting into his car. He started it up and headed for the gym.

 

[Yoshie]

Night was to fall sure enough but Winry went out onto her balcony. There was no one else outside. She liked watching the sun set at this time of day. Something about the breeze wanted her to touch herself. She thought about her Wolfie and the pleasure that being a star gave her. She slowly caressed her body.


“Yes…” She cooed. She touched her breasts. “Ahh…” She traced her finger over her lips. “Kiss me…” Her hands caressing her entire body as her robe fell to the ground. She lifted her right leg over and placed it on the banister of the balcony. Her fingers slowly going down to her love canal. It was so wet, she surprised herself. She tried to insert three fingers, to no avail, she was so tight! How long had it been since she’d not had a man? She stroked her clit as she purred with ecstasy. Licking her nipple, a rush of pleasure surged through her entire body as her gratification danced down her legs. Yes, she was a squirter, she was ashamed of this usually but now she had no fear. Fingering much faster her hips moved to the beat that he hand was proving. The satisfaction making a puddle on the balcony top.

 

[True Grave]

Brandon stayed at the gym for a couple hours, doing a variety of exercises. He finished up and showered in the men's locker room before changing into his street clothes and heading home. It was getting dark, but the temperature was still moderate with a light breeze. He parked his car in the garage and headed inside through the door, shutting both the outer and inner doors behind him. After making sure that it was locked, he headed upstairs and placed his gym bag in the closet. As he was turning to change into some night clothes, his eyes almost popped out of his head. From his second floor window, he could see Winry's balcony, and a lot more of her than he had ever expected to see in person.

Winry was completely naked, the robe she had been wearing forgotten at her feet. He could see her enormous breasts perfectly, and the way that her leg was positioned on the railing gave him a great view of her pussy. He crept closer to the window, trying to stay out of sight behind the curtain. She appeared to be masturbating in public, and didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon. He was rock hard and still trying to fully wrap his head around what he was seeing. For someone so concerned about her public image, she was taking a huge risk, being out in plain sight like this.

The biggest thing was that Brandon could not understand why she was doing it. Surely she wasn't still punishing him for almost blowing her cover, especially since nobody else had been around and he had not told anybody about it yet. She had to know he could see her from this vantage point, but she was acting like she didn't even care. Was this just a fetish of hers that she would do all the time regardless of whether anyone could see her? Not likely. The most likely answer was also the most unbelievable, that being that she was trying to tempt him into sex, or at least let him know that she was sexually attracted to him.

Brandon felt like he was in an awkward position. He didn't want to peep on her in this intimately private moment of hers, but he couldn't tear himself away. Her full breasts jiggled with the slightest movement, and her cum was just pooling on the balcony. He wanted her so badly, and it took everything he had to resist bursting onto the balcony and talking to her. Brandon finally turned away, his head still spinning from the unexpected, but not unpleasant surprise. He pulled his shirt off and crawled into bed, trying to think about work and his future instead of the Temptress outside his window.

 

[Yoshie]

This was her revenge. This was her way of saying ‘you want what you can’t have.’ She knew he would come home from the gym. She timed the events that transpired so that he would see her. The couple next to her house were on vacation and would not be home until tomorrow. So no one would see her… but him. She wanted to see if he was staring. She wanted to see if he would masturbate with her. Thinking about him touching himself send shivers up her spine to her final orgasm.


She finished herself off and casually picked up her robe. Winry was fulfilled now as she pushed open the door to her balcony to finally lie down. Her scent still on the balcony; her little gift to him for keeping her secret.

 

[True Grave]

The next morning, Brandon awoke at 10:00 AM more tired than he should have been. Despite his best efforts, his dreams had been filled with images of Winry masturbating. This had sparked other images from past porn flicks that he had watched of her, and he had been unable to fall completely asleep until late. Thankfully, he didn't have to be to work early and could take the time to rest up. He got out of bed and got some coffee, putting it in a cup and heading over to his computer. On the weekends, Brandon worked his second job as a website builder for small businesses.

The day's work started when he put on his headset and started receiving calls. He mostly worked for small businesses in the area, building professional-looking websites so that they could advertise effectively and compete with larger companies. He had always liked coding, and designed every bit of the websites himself from scratch. His work for this job was fairly sporadic, allowing him to do it and still hold down his full-time job. Both jobs were paying him well, allowing him to pay his bills and afford some extra from time-to-time. After a few hours of continuous working, Brandon took off his headset and went on break.

It was while he was making himself lunch that he thought about Winry's little 'show'. Had that been real, or just another dream? He had worked out pretty hard last night, but he was doubtful that he would have really just imagined such a thing. Brandon went upstairs with his steak sandwich and then over to the second floor window. His suspicions that he had not imagined it were confirmed when he saw a puddle glinting in the sunlight, and he knew it was not rain. It seemed that Ms. Seduction was as much of a Temptress as always.

Brandon went back downstairs and ate on his sandwich as he headed to the front door. He stepped outside to grab his mail and smirked as he looked over at Winry's place. He wondered if accidental mail delivery would lead her back to his doorstep, and he wondered if he should say anything about what he saw. He would certainly be more discreet about it this time. He wanted her to feel comfortable doing something like that again, and he thought that she just might if he played ball. She was a Temptress and he was an Innocent, but he was still a mighty cool and smooth person, able to play this chess game with her if that was what she wanted.

 

[Yoshie]

She was standing on the porch in her gown. The same gown that massaged all over her body. She had a glass of Johnny Walker in her hand. She had time. Sipping it slowly she leaned on the cold rails thinking about what she had to do today. Thinking about how to make more money. Business was booming but there are always ways to make even more money. Relaxing was not something she normally do but the sunset was rather pretty at this time of day. It was something that she could not pass up.

Seduction was running a little late for work the next evening. She had already stayed up half the night filing checks and making papers for the employees; not to mention her little showcase out on her balcony.

 

[True Grave]

Brandon walked casually over to the mansion house of Winry Seduction. He couldn't help but think that it was just like her in a way, dignified and mysterious. Having grown up in middle-class suburbia, this kind of wealthy community was new to him. It was still so strange to him that he would find an ex-porn star here, and that she would have reinvented herself into some kind of business mogul. He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door. The person that opened the door was not the lithe beauty, but an old manservant in a sharp tuxedo that looked like he was pushing ninety.

"Yes? Do you have an appointment with Miss Seduction today?"
"Um, no, sir. I just came to pick up my mail. The mailperson delivered to the wrong house again."
"Did he now?"

The old man scanned through some documents near the door, and nodded his head as he pulled four pieces of mail from the pile.
"Indeed, he did. I am so sorry for the inconvenience, sir. If this should happen again, I shall have them brought to your door posthaste."
"It's not a big deal, but I appreciate your consideration."
As he reached for the mail, he saw an almost imperceptible quake in the man's hands, as if he had Parkinson's disease.

"I must return to my duties. Have a good day, Mr. Wolf."
The door closed, and Brandon returned to his home. The mail was nothing major, and he had to admit that he was disappointed that he had not gotten more time with Winry. As much as he hated to admit it, her charms were starting to pull him in, and he was wondering if he could resist, and even more, if he wanted to. He smiled as he picked up the phone to call his old college roommate, who would sure be surprised by what he would tell him.

 

[Yoshie]

Seduction came from the balcony and headed out the door but before she could reach it the butler had already closed it.
“Who was at the door?”

“It was the Master of the other house…”

“Oh… him…”

“You’ve met with him Mistress?”

“We… um… the postman keeps delivering the mail to the wrong house.”

“I seem to have had the same problem today… but he left.”

“Are we ready to leave?”

“Yes Mistress…”


They headed out the door and to Club Temptation.

 

[True Grave]

"No way, man!"
"I swear it's true."
Brandon had been on the phone with his old college roommate Scott Dorsey and had just gotten done telling him that he lived next door to Winry Seduction.
"You're telling me that in that fancy-pants community, you are living next door to a former high-class porn star?"
"Yeah, man. I even met her face-to-face."

Scott whistled.
"Wow, that's really something. I watched a lot of her work back at the dorm. She's one hell of a woman."
"Yeah, man, and I think she likes me."
"Oh, really?"

He could tell that his friend was skeptical now.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I think it's true. She's been flirting with me a bit now and then."
"I think it's wishful thinking, but whatever floats your boat, bud."
"Anyway, just keep this on the down-low. I promised her that I wouldn't tell anybody."

"I'll keep my mouth shut, don't worry. What's she doing nowadays, anyway?"
"I'm not really sure. She's on several important community boards, though."
"Ah, I see. Well, I have to go for now."

"Okay, man. I'll talk to you later."
He hung up the phone and was walking into his living room when he saw Winry's limo go past.
"Now, where are they off to?"
His curiosity got the better of him, and he decided that he would follow him. He wanted to learn more about his mysterious and sexy neighbor.

Brandon got into his car and followed from a safe distance. They were heading out of the rich part of town and into the club scene. Nightclubs and strip clubs were down in this seedier part of town, and he wondered what business she had down here. The limo turned off and parked at a place called 'Club Temptation'. Once they were inside, Brandon parked his car and followed them in. He wondered just what kind of club this would turn out to be.