BJ Bliss Ch. 10 Blowstorm

Malena was jumping and cheering as Katrin delivered her final pleading request. Justin, Peter, and Bob fired off a chain of successive geysers, only seconds apart like a Vegas fountain show. Everyone in the room watched the semen go flying in slow motion and splash down onto Katrin's smiling face.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Katrin screamed out in joy as rope after rope of warm semen zebra-striped her forehead and streamed across her hair.

"Katrin wins!" Claudia announced.

Seconds after the announcement, Vlad was grunting and firing off his load into Felicia's cunt. She hopped up in a frenzy of pleasure and bitter defeat and ran toward Katrin, tackling her onto the mat. Her vaginal opening was dripping cum all over Katrin's stockings as she wiped her hands across Katrin's face, sliding gobs of cum towards her mouth aggressively.

"Do you really think you're better than me?! Why don't you be a good little slut and clean up this mess," Felicia taunted as she leaned in to hold Katrin down with her forearm and wipe the cum across Katin's lips.

Before anyone could step in to help, Katrin swung her hand through the air and delivered a hard slap across Felicia's face, sending a splatter of semen onto the mat. With Felicia momentarily disoriented, Katrin reached up to grasp at Felicia's breasts, shoving with all of her strength. Felicia fell onto her back and Katrin straddled her head in reverse, trapping her face under her dripping pussy and clenching her legs against the sides of her head forcefully to hold her in place.

Katrin grabbed Felicia's thighs and leaned in for a taste of her cum-filled pussy. Felicia moaned in pleasure as she fought for the upper hand. She kicked hard against the mat, causing them to roll together in a 69 position. The lashed at each other's cunts with their tongues and sucked each other's clits while everyone watched in shock.

Felicia and Katrin plunged their fingers into each other and squirmed across each other's slippery, cum-coated bodies. The room echoed with their moaning and aggressive finger-fucking. They climaxed on each other's faces and quivered in intense pleasure before going limp with exhaustion on the mat.

Justin began with a single clap, gradually adding additional slow claps at a faster pace until he realized no one else was going to join him. He put his hands at his sides in embarrassment.

Claudia stepped forward to survey the mess with Holly at her side. "So, the merger arrangement is settled. BJ Bliss will be incorporated with Felicia as an equal shareholder. Katrin and Malena will collect their double-bonuses at signing." She turned to her naked sister Felicia, who was sitting upright and heaving with labored breaths from the finale. "And you and I are finally even, Sis."

"What do you mean?" Felicia replied.

"I fucked your husband and, now, you've sucked my husband's cock. Fair enough," Claudia explained.

Katrin sat up in confusion, looking around the room, wondering who Claudia could possibly be referring to. She noticed that Felicia was staring back at her with a grin.

"Oh. She didn't know," Felicia said to Claudia.

Peter stepped forward and took hands with Claudia. "I'm sorry, Katrin. I didn't want you to find out this way."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Katrin begged to know.

"Well, since you did attend my divorce party," Claudia began, "you might as well meet my ex-husband, Peter. We figured it would be best to plant a single man in your operation, so we got divorced, on paper. We still have our fun."

"I knew it! You were too good to be true," Malena shouted at Peter as she kneeled at Katrin's side with a towel.

"You said you recently moved out of your girlfriend's place!" Katrin yelled at Peter with tears forming at her eyes. "You said you loved me!"

"Katrin, I never used the word girlfriend," Peter corrected. "And I do love you. I love Claudia as well. We can be a family now."

Katrin screamed out in pain, attempting to lunge forward and collapsing against the mat as she began to hyperventilate. Malena saw Katrin going into shock and desperately tried to revive her.

"Katrin. Katrin," Malena repeated with a touch on the shoulder, snapping Katrin out of a stress nap and causing her to jump in surprise. "Are you awake?"

Katrin turned her attention to Claudia's ominous and familiar mansion, colored by the setting sun.

What the? She looked back at her teammates, scrunched together in the back seat of her Kia and eager to get started with the competition.

"What's your ex-girlfriend's name!" Katrin yelled at Peter, startling everyone in the car.

"Lacey," he replied with a look of concern.

"Really? He dated a Lacey?" Malena said under her breath with a chuckle.

"Katrin, are you okay?" Peter asked. "Maybe we should step out for a moment."

"Fine," Katrin agreed. They both got out of the car and Katrin walked up to Peter, clinging to his arms desperately. "You're not Claudia's ex-husband?"

"No, what are you talking about? I've never even met her," he replied with a laugh, quickly correcting himself and taking the matter seriously.

"Nevermind,' Katrin replied with a deep sigh. "I had a weird dream. I lost the competition, you were Claudia's ex-husband, and there were all of these ridiculous references to The Land Before Time—"

"Yeah, we were watching that movie in the back seat, remember? The boner-killing? You know, maybe you shouldn't go through with this?" Peter suggested. "You can just walk away and keep your partnership going, just the two of you. We'll figure out how to make it work."

Katrin's phone suddenly rang from within her purse. She dug it out and answered.

Peter watched with suspense as Katrin paced around on the empty suburban street, just outside of Claudia's driveway gate, participating in what appeared to be an intense phone conversation. She ended the call and walked back with a look of complete and total shock on her face.

"That was Ariel, that literary agent that we met up with in New York," Katrin began.

"And?"

"And I've been offered a book deal. BJ Bliss the Book. The editor heard about the primetime TV interviews and that's all it took to convince them. The interviews haven't even aired yet!"

"Did you get an advance?" Peter asked.

"A million," Katrin replied with lips quivering. "A million fucking dollars, Peter." She nearly fainted as she delivered the news.

Malena, Justin, and Bob exited the vehicle, growing concerned about their tardiness to the blowjob competition. Katrin turned to them.

"We don't need Felicia's money! We don't need her lawyers, her schemes, her stupid blowjob competitions!" she told them with tears of joy running down her cheeks. "I'm writing a book about the life of a blowjob instructor. How I got into the business, the BJ Bliss workshops, the divorce party, the rivalries, the back story about my mother, the arrest—it's all going in the book. They're giving me a million dollars!"

Malena screamed and ran in for a hug. "Yes! I can't believe an offer came through!"

"Whoa, they're really giving you a million dollars?" Justin asked.

"Yep! It's not, like, a celebrity-calibur book advance, but I'll take it! Malena and I came up with the idea," Katrin explained. "We figured, there has to be a way to cash in on the media attention, even though it might be a long shot. I made an outline on the plane and Malena hit the phones, trying to get me an appointment with every agent that she could find while I was interviewing in New York. We're going to be okay. I'm going to put the full $460,000 that Felicia promised us back into the company. We're going to do things our way," Katrin assured her team.

Malena suddenly took Katrin into an embrace and they shared a deep affectionate kiss while the men watched on in surprise.

"Okay, we can go home now," Katrin said to her cherished business partner with a brimming smile.

"Yeah, let's go home. Fuck them!" Malena declared proudly, with a middle finger extended at Claudia's mansion, where Felicia and company were waiting impatiently. "I'll drive."

"They're backing out," Mika announced as she and her sister Miho re-entered the ballroom where Felicia was waiting impatiently.

"They're just running late," Felicia assured her.

"No, they're not. They pulled up, had an argument or something, and then left. We saw it out the window. What are we going to do now?"

Felicia looked down with sadness. "We aren't going to do anything. I've tried to sabotage her, I've tried to seduce her, and I've tried to buy her. I gave her my word that she if she wanted to walk away it would be over between us. I wish her all the best."

"That's it? They win?" Mika pouted.

"They win."

The BJ Bliss team sped away from the suburban mansion and back into the city where they belonged. They would have everything they needed to spread the fun and pleasure of blowjobs from one neighborhood to the next: a veritable, citywide Blowstorm that would eventually prove to be one of the most enduring and significant campaigns in the pages of blowjob history.

"When you bring dog to Vlad's Canine Academy, Vlad don't train dog. Vlad train YOU!" Vlad declared in broken English with an extended pointer finger and an intimidating glare into the camera. The title card followed, in a pink and yellow color scheme and font that seemed right out of the early 90's, accompanied by a blazing guitar solo.

"Malena, what are you watching?" Katrin begged to know as she approached Malena's desk with curiosity.

"This commercial is fucking hilarious! One of my friends shared it. 'Vlad don't train dog. Vlad train YOU!'" Malena quoted followed by a cackling laugh. "I guess it's a local commercial."

"I've seen that one, it's great!" Katrin agreed, "What a weird character, I hope we never run into that guy. Did you update the board?" Katrin asked Malena, pointing to the big whiteboard that they were using to track workshops in session.

"Yes," Malena replied defensively. "I had to move Justin to the advanced cumplay workshop. There's four girls and he really does have the biggest load."

"You know, I was just reviewing that course last week with the new instructor, Rochelle. She got the idea to include some martini glasses on top of the normal facial and cumswapping routine—you know, a real cum cocktail party?"

"Those Boston girls are dirty," Malena said in admiration. She turned back to her laptop.

"Malena, you've got three new recruits just standing naked and at attention in the lounge. Were you going to interview them or something?"

"Right, sorry," Malena said as she shut her laptop. "Mika, Miho, are you ready?"

"Ready!" they replied in unison from their desks next to the office jacuzzi.

"Okay, we have some beefcakes to inspect!" Malena declared. She walked hand-in-hand with the twins and they skipped towards the lounge with excitement, eager to try out the new crop of blowjob models.

Bob stood on guard at the lounge entrance and Malena hung back for moment while the twins went ahead.

"We've got some serious sucking to do. Want to watch?" Malena asked Bob.

"If you like," he replied.

"I do not like!" she shot back. "You'll stay right here unless you are needed, understand? No peeking."

"Yes, Ms. Morales."

"Good boy," Malena replied with the crack of a smile and a hand firmly placed at Bob's swelling groin. "When we get home tonight, you're going to get it good."

Katrin opened the front door of the Mutton Chop Tap to see that her lunch date was waiting for her at the bar, sipping a cocktail and looking quite out of place among the regulars.

"Hello, Felicia. Thanks for meeting here. I know this isn't your style."

"It definitely is not, but that's okay. I forgot how great these dives can be for a cougar like myself," Felicia remarked, slyly nodding towards the younger men at the other end of the bar. "How is the blowjob biz treating you, Katrin?"

"Well, it sucks," Katrin said with a laugh. "Seriously though, it couldn't be better. I thought the winter would slow things down. Boy was I wrong." Katrin removed her coat and sat at the barstool to Felicia's side.

"Nothing like a nice hot load to keep you warm," Felicia mused before taking a sip of her drink. "The success of the book is probably to blame."

"Yeah, who would have thought so many people would want read a book about blowjobs?" Katrin quipped.

"As you can imagine, I was eager to pick up a copy myself." Felicia pointed to the hardback first edition in her purse. "Although anyone in this city would be able to identify me as your bitter rival, I do want to thank you for changing my name and leaving out the more sensitive details of my background. You had no reason to protect me."

"I protect all of my fellow women, Felicia. I would never reveal things that you told me in confidence," Katrin assured her.

"So, when does the movie come out?"

"Ha, there won't be a movie," Katrin said with a laugh. "And HBO passed on the series. Too many cumshots, they said. They aren't quite ready for us."

"If there is one thing that TV could use more of, it's cumshots," Felicia commented. "I'll take those over gunshots any day."

"Ladies, you are entirely too hot for this bar, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Liz the bartender interjected as she approached for Katrin's drink order.

"Don't mind her," Katrin said to Felicia who was squinting at Liz with disapproval. "Liz, can I have what she's having?"

"Sure thing, Katrin," Liz replied. She stepped away to fill a shaker with ice and continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"The twins are working out well, by the way, they are fantastic blowjob instructors," Katrin said to Felicia.

"Don't I know it," Felicia replied dryly.

"Listen, I know you're not doing the blowjob classes anymore but surely you're not getting out of the sex business altogether?"

"You know me too well. I most certainly am not getting out of the business," Felicia confirmed. "I've just changed my approach. I'm going much bigger. Lately, I've been pulling the strings, so to speak, in a recent campaign of political action. Some legislation is in the works that could to make our work much safer in the future. My sister and I have been buttering up the right people and suddenly the State and local lawmakers are feeling very favorable about sex work. In fact, in a less than a year, you'll likely be seeing the first of many blowjob cafes springing up in the city with my backing."

"Blowjob cafes?" Katrin asked with intrigue as she received her drink from Liz and took a sip.

"Yes, it's just what it sounds like," Felicia assured her. "The waiters will provide hard drinks and hard cocks so that you and your girlfriends can enjoy giving some blowjobs together, in a classy but casual atmosphere. Or, if you want to fly solo, you can sit at the counter and enjoy a quick shot of cum on your lunch break. Anyway, I'm sure there will be opportunities to collaborate."

"That is genius, I love it!" Katrin exclaimed. "So it would be, like, me and you for example, sharing a table and sucking off the waiter together in public?!"

"Exactly. You can expect an invitation to the opening where you and I will do that very thing," Felicia assured her. She looked Katrin in the eyes as her expression turned serious. "It wouldn't have been possible without you having laid the groundwork with your blowjob workshops, Katrin. You're a revolutionary. A legend—just like I said you would be. Still, I'll always wonder what would have happened if we had gone through with that competition?"

"Maybe we'll find out some day, just for fun?" Katrin suggested. "I'm going to be out of the country for the holidays, but let's talk when I get back."

"Let's," Felicia replied with a suggestive smile.

"Are you sure that we should be driving in this?" Katrin asked the surly, octogenarian taxi driver as he swerved them up the road through the blinding snowstorm.

"Oh ya," he grumbled at her with a wave of dismissal.

"He probably knows what he's doing," Peter suggested with a shrug. "And if he buries us out here, we'll just have to eat him, like that movie Alive."

"Who references Alive?!" Katrin asked with a laugh. "I've still never seen that stupid movie. The trailer gave me nightmares when i was a kid."

"And I'll eat you next," Peter assured her as he reached between her legs.

"Stop it!" Katrin said with a hand slap. "You need to be on your best behavior starting now!"

"Ooookay. This is house," the old driver muttered unintelligibly as the car screeched to a halt.

Katrin and Peter squinted to try and make out the quaint hillside house through the sheets of falling snow. They hopped out of the car, submerging their boots and blocking their faces from the wind as they collected their bags. Peter handed the driver the equivalent of several hundred US dollars and they ran up to the porch.

Katrin was filled with nervous excitement as she knocked on the front door. It almost immediately swung open and her mother nearly tackled her with a hug. "Kah-trin!" she said with tears of joy. "I can't believe you are finally here!"

"Hi, Mom!" Katrin blurted, overwhelmed by the emotional reunion. Gertrud quickly escorted them into the house and out of the blizzard.

"Mom, meet my fiancé, Peter."

"Trevligt att träffas, Peter!" Gertrud said with a hug.

"Nice to meet you," Katrin translated for him.

"Sorry, I've been out of the states for so long!" Gertrud explained with a laugh. "But don't worry, Peter, we all speak English here."

"Trevligt att träffas," Peter repeated back to Katrin's mother, pronouncing the best he could.

"Very good!" Gertrud replied. "He's a keeper."

As Katrin and Peter struggled to get out of their winter garb, Katrin took in her mother's appearance more closely. Now in her fifties, she was still as vibrant and beautiful as Katrin remembered her. Her body was in incredible shape. Familiar, alluring curves were poking out from her tight spandex leotard, which she paired with 80's style leg warmers.

"Mom, what the hell are you wearing?!" Katrin asked with embarrassment.

"Oh, sorry, I was doing the aerobics," Gertrud explained with a naughty laugh. Peter raised his eyebrows and quickly darted his glance to the floor before Katrin could catch him. "How do you like Chicago, Katrin?" her mother asked, changing the subject from her inappropriately revealing outfit.

"I love it. It finally feels like home," Katrin said. She stepped forward with Peter onto the carpet and took him by the hand.

"That is wonderful! I am so proud of you—the business, the book, the fiancé." Gertrud suddenly turned and darted into the kitchen, revealing the thong side of her leotard. Katrin cringed in embarrassment and covered Peter's eyes defensively. Peter turned to Katrin and couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"I am so happy and so mortified at the same time," Katrin said, clinging to his hand tightly. "At least I warned you."

Where the hell are her wrinkles? Katrin wondered. Is that ridiculous semen-facial myth, that she always insists on, really working?

"What's up?" Peter asked Katrin, who seemed deep in thought.

"Nothing," Katrin said. She cupped her hand to her mouth and whispered into his ear. "Can we incorporate more facials into our routine? Like every morning or something?"

"Ah, okay," Peter said with a chuckle.

Gertrud came back with two steaming hot mugs and a brimming smile. "Warm up with some glogg while I shower and change. Your aunts will be here a little later to help put out the julbord."

"Buffet," Katrin whispered the translation to Peter.