Vicky Part 1

"Well mister, are you gonna answer me?" She said as she loomed closer.

"I...I....I..." Was all I could stutter.

"Awww, a newbie!" a voice from outside my vision squealed.

"Is that true? Is this your first time with our little club?" The well-muscled girl asked, putting her face close enough to mine that I could have kissed her.

"There's some sort of mistake. I'm trying to leave." I said weakly.

"Oh there's no mistake mister. We hand pick all our members. I bet you have a certain file on your computer starring me, don't you?" She said in a knowing voice.

How could she know?

"We have a special little extra code in that file. If it doesn't get deleted after 30 days, or gets watched 30 times it sends us the information of the person watching it. You had a month to remedy this little 'mistake', but you didn't."

I was caught like a deer in the headlights. Her presence was overpowering, her demeanor overriding my urge to run. She looked me up and down, and I got the feeling she knew every detail about me.

"What's your name?" She asked, but her eyes made it more a demand.

"Victor." I blurted.

"Not any more. Your name is now Vicky." She replied.

This caused me to find a little bit of my spine.

"Hey what makes you think you can just tell me what my own name is?" I said trying to stand up straight.

Suddenly her hand snatched mine and pulled it to her cock. My hand grabbed it instinctively. I froze all over again. She started my hand pumping.

"I know exactly what you want Vicky, even if you don't. You love watching girls like me, with big hard cocks fucking other girls and boys. And your dirty little secret is you want to be that little boy I fuck. You know it, even if you won't admit it yet. But you'll come around."

Her cock was so hot and big, it filled my hand. I had never touched another cock before in my life. Precum oozed from the tip. Could it be true what she was saying? Is this what I wanted?