Fifty Shades of Grey Tentacles (5 page)

“Look old chap, I really don't think we
should refer to females as bitches and ho's. Steal their money, OK,
all races alike; but there's no need for nastiness now is there?”
Said Cyril,

“Yo hommie, you be trippin' like a Mo'
Fo'!”

“I can assure you Denzel, I am not tripping
like a Mo' Fo', I just think some basic manners go a long way.” He
replied, being curt, like an English school teacher.

“OK, OK bro, chill-the-fuck out, and let's
get down to the down.”

I stood there, petrified, why was all this
happening to me. I had just given my virginity to a tentacle -
which was admittedly a good thing - but now this unfortunate turn
of events had me reeling. Staring down at my tits, as I knew he
would, the white one then said,

“Gimme' ya money!”

Taking my purse out of my handbag I gave it
to him willingly, hoping they wouldn't hurt me if I did so. He
tossed it over to the Asian one.

“Chan, count the fukin' dollars.” He ordered
him.

Chan, with his bright red mohawk haircut,
slowly started counting out the money in his hand,

“One, two, three, four... where was I? Shit,
sorry. One, two, three, four...”

“Yo Chan, give me that fukin' money” Said
Denzel, snatching it back off Chan, “I thought you Asians were
supposed to be good at math!”

“Oh, you wanna' talk stereotypes now do you?”
Chan rebutted, “How about the stereotype about Asians having small
dicks. Who has the biggest dick here? Come on, tell me, don't be
shy!”

All of them sighed and said,

“You do Chan.”

“That's right, I have the biggest dick here,
and don't any of you forget it!”

“Can we just get on with this please.” Said
Cyril, looking around and getting impatient, “I have a Violin class
later.”

Just then, everything became a blur, as
something lifted Cyril up and tossed him hard across the alley,
with him smashing into some garbage cans; the others, looked up,
and Denzel was hit in the face by some kind of long black thing I
couldn't make out and he fell unconscious on the floor. The other
three, looking up, screamed,

“Holy shit!” they shouted, and then ran in
all directions, leaving me shaking, and standing alone in the
alley. I couldn't work out what had just happened, when a masked
face then lowered itself in front of me, upside down,

“Spiderman?” I asked, seeing his lips in
front of me, but the rest of his face covered in a grey mask.

“No, Miss. James, I am just a normal law
abiding citizen.”

I had no idea how he knew my name, and then I
noticed he had tentacles.

“Who, who... are you?” I asked, slightly
nervous.

“It doesn't matter who I am Miss. James, but
you shouldn't be in this kind of neighborhood alone at this time of
night. All the animals come out at night, whores, skunk pussies and
insurance salesmen.”

“Well, sir, I was just going home after...
erm... after having an important meeting, and I got lost.” I told
him, not wanting to tell a total stranger - all be it a heroic one
- details of my private life.

“You are safe now Miss. James.” He said,
still hanging there, by his tentacles.

There was something familiar in his voice
that I couldn't quite place, but I imagined he just had one of
those generic voices that sounded like everybody body else's.

“Miss. James.”

“Yes.”

“Could I trouble you for a kiss?”

“Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm in a relationship, but
I'm
very
grateful to you though.”

“Miss. James, I have just potentially saved
your life, I think just one little kiss wouldn't hurt.”

“OK then, if you
really
insist.” I
said, actually looking forward to it, as I'd never kissed a
tentacled super hero before.

Bringing his lips forward, he kissed me, and
it was then I noticed his lips tasted a bit like my cherry lip
gloss, but I guessed I was just tasting my own. I didn't know why,
but I felt as if I knew him, and felt completely safe around him.
Disengaging from my mouth, he said,

“OK, you better go home now, take a cab, and
I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I said, bewildered.

“Oh, my mistake.” He said, “I was thinking
about something else.”

With that, he leaped upwards into the
blackness, until I could see him no more. I hurried back to my
college campus, having had possibly the most eventful day of my
life.

...

After waking the next day, I lay in bed for
some time. I didn't have class that morning, and started thinking
about the previous day's events. Grey had seemed to be developing
strong feelings for me; I got that impression when he had fired one
of the executives and by the way he had kissed me. Perhaps he had
only been seeking a true partner all these years, with his string
of young and beautiful BDSM submissives. He certainly seemed as if
he needed my advice, and I wondered if he knew his secretary was
always trying to show him up.

I sighed, running my hands all over my now
womanly body, it was my first day of not being a virgin and I felt
a little sore down there, but the memory of Grey's tentacles all
over and inside me more than made up for that. Our relationship had
obviously hit some kind of milestone, but I was worried if he'd
really commit to me or if, in fact, he'd just been playing with me.
If I found out he was playing with me, it wouldn't be so bad, I
told myself; I had options, there was, after all, a tentacled
superhero now in my life. I wondered what the odds were of meeting
two tentacled people in the space of one day, and suddenly I
realized something! I'd left one of my hair pins in Grey's office.
I hoped he'd make sure to have it with him when I later saw
him.

Taking a shower, with the water running all
over me, licking my body with its hot wetness, I thought about what
would happen when I saw Grey later. I decided to get some formal
commitment out of him, because I really wasn't too sure where I
stood with him and the whole submissive BDSM deal. Did it mean we
were exclusive? That he'd not penetrate any other virgins with his
tentacles if he was with me? I didn't know, and that was the
problem. If he really had feelings for me, he'd commit to me, and
if he didn't commit to me, well then I'd just leave him. I'd done
so before with my ex boyfriend Richard, who for three years as he
was often making-out with me, he'd make-out with other girls too,
but not at the same time. In those three years I'd asked him for
commitment on many occasions, but each time I had, he suddenly
remembered he'd left the stove on at home and had to rush off,
although quite what he was doing cooking as a fifteen year old, I
never quite worked out. This time it would be different, a man like
Grey didn't cook for himself, he'd be sure to have a maid, so he
wouldn't have that excuse. I made up my mind, and I knew it
wouldn't be swayed, tentacle domination sex or not.

I waited outside the college campus and the
limousine pulled up. Getting in, some of the other students looked
surprised and began pointing and whispering, if they only knew who
I was going to meet and who he actually was, I thought. The limo
pulled away and I found myself feeling I could get quite used to
this kind of treatment, not that a billionaire lifestyle attracted
me or anything, it was simply that I could see that it meant Mr.
Grey cared. Sure, I'd had other guys 'care' for me before, but a
movie ticket and a box of popcorn was nothing compared to this kind
of consideration, although you couldn't ever attach a monetary
value to these kinds of things I always said. It wasn't the money,
it was just the sense of absolute luxury I was now awash with, the
smell of the fine leather, the hand-made chocolates placed on the
table in the car especially for me, and, who knows, perhaps a
platinum credit card he might give me later, to prove he
really
cared.

I looked out of the window, expecting the car
to go to the center of town, yet it didn't seem to be, so I asked
the driver,

“Where are we going? This doesn't look like
the correct route at all.”

The driver told me we were going to Grey
Mansion, Mr. Grey's home. I felt so excited, he was actually going
to show me his house, and perhaps his dungeon! All BDSM experts had
a dungeon, and I'd often wanted to visit one, but not the creepy
kind that serial killers usually kept you in for weeks on end
before they finally bumped you off. That would be
so
'not'
sexy. The car drove on, and finally arrived at some large gates
that opened automatically. I leaned down, so I could get a good
look at Grey Mansion through the drivers window, and was a little
disappointed when I noted there were no gargoyles on the building.
In fact, it looked rather pleasant, and not the kind of building
I'd expect a BDSM expert to live in. I figured it was just a cover
for the truly dark and edgy things that really went on inside.

Getting out of the car, Grey's butler greeted
me,

“Miss. James I presume?”

“You presume correctly.” I told him, trying
to maintain a formal distance with the staff, as I worried in the
future he may get too familiar with me and start taking liberties,
especially with my body.

“My name is Morris Micklewhite. And not a lot
of people know that.”

“I see Morris. Well, where is Mr. Grey?”

“Mr Grey is currently on the phone to
London.”

“Who is London!? And why is Mr. Grey calling
her?” I asked, feeling jealous and slightly angry.

“London the city, in England, Miss.
James.”

“Yes, of course; I knew that.” I said, a
little embarrassed, “I thought England was a city though?”

“Erm, no Miss. James, here, let me take your
coat.” Said Morris, as he led me in through the large oak
doors.

The inside of Grey Mansion was just as
imposing as the outside had been, and I had to stand still for a
few moments to take it all in. I noted though, that Grey had a poor
sense of color matching; taupe and fuchsia just didn't work well
together at all, and I knew we'd have to get that changed,
otherwise we'd never live it down as a couple when we began giving
BDSM parties. Morris showed me into a large and impressive sitting
room and asked me if I needed anything, I told him I was fine,
although if he had a Red Bull it would come in handy, as I was sure
I'd be needing a lot of energy later. Sitting there, I felt
pensive, I'd already decided the first thing I'd talk to Grey about
was the commitment issue, he'd understand, I was sure.

The floral wallpaper in the room hinted at a
bygone age; and the furniture covered in dyed pink fur, was very
tasteful I thought.

Grey walked in wearing a smoking jacket. He
smiled as he saw me, and greeted me,

“Miss. James, how delightful to see you
again.”

“Oh please, call me Elle.” I said, feeling
myself sparkle a little.

His eyes belied his growing feelings towards
me, and he was now staring at my tits, he couldn't control his
urges or his passion, I realized.

“Mr. Grey.” I said, suddenly realizing
something, “I don't actually know your first name. What is your
first name?”

Grey laughed, like 'The Count' in Sesame
Street, throwing his head back as he did so, and I thought it
exaggerated and a little unusual.

“Elle, when I first came to this planet I had
no name, and so chose one by just picking a word out of the
dictionary.”

Grey explained that he'd then had to get
documents made, such as his I.D card and passport, and since that
time, he'd been unable to change it.

“So, I never actually tell people what my
first name is, as it's a little embarrassing. But since we've
already had tentacle sex, I guess it would be OK to tell you.”

I wondered what it could be, and my mind
raced through thousands of words I'd pored over when in the
beginning, as I writer, I was trying to improve my lexicon.

“It's OK Mr. Grey, you know you can tell me
anything.” I said, wanting to take hold of his hand as he then sat
down beside me.

“What is it?” I said, in as warm and
understanding a tone that I could muster.

“Battleship.” He said.

“Battleship!” I repeated in disbelief.

“Yes, 'Battleship', it was one of the first
words I ever saw, and I thought it looked kind of cool, you
know.”

“So, you mean your name is Battleship
Grey?”

“Hmm, yes, that's what everyone asks.”

“You do realize that's the name of a shade of
Grey right?”

“Yes, it is something of a coincidence, I
admit.”

“That's ridiculous.” I said, not being able
to hold it back.

“Thanks.”

“Oh I'm sorry, it's just… ” and then I tried
to stifle a laugh, “ ...it just seems a little
unusual
.”

“Yes, thank you for reminding me.”

“Oh, but actually it could kind of work.” I
told him, trying to salvage the situation.”You could be like Prince
or Madonna and just use the first name, 'Battleship'.”

“I'm not an entertainer Miss. James, I work
in the cut-throat world of the confectionery industry.”

“Yes, of course, I understand you Battleship,
I mean Mr. Grey.” I commented, not really now knowing what to now
call him.

The situation was a little uncomfortable, but
it seemed like as good a time as any to begin discussing our
future.

“Mr. Grey Battleship, I'd like to talk to you
about our future.”

“Oh my God!” He suddenly said, looking at his
watch.

“What?” I asked, wondering what ever could be
the matter.

“I just remembered, I left the stove on.”

“Really? I thought your maid would cook for
you.”

“She can't, it's her day off.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

“No, no, it's OK, you stay here, and I'll
tell Morris to take care of you.”