New Story – The Pick-Up

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    Mark Newman

    My latest story is now posted in the Superwomenmania story bank as part of Workshop 2.1. 

    The topic is "Pissed off Superwoman gets back at her ex"

    The special rule for the stories in this Workshop is the story cannot exceed 1,000 words.

    You can find mine below or at

    Please register there and vote for the best story.  Polling closes on August 26th.

    I will post the story here once the competition ends.



    Mark —

    Another great work of yours!  WTG!  Hope you have something planned for the "weapon" contest as well 🙂
    I persoanlly liked the 1000 limit, def was a challenge and caused all sorts of editing headaches!


    My latest story is now posted in the Superwomenmania story bank as part of Workshop 2.1. 

    The topic is "Pissed off Superwoman gets back at her ex"

    The special rule for the stories in this Workshop is the story cannot exceed 1,000 words.

    You can find mine below or at

    Please register there and vote for the best story.  Polling closes on August 26th.

    I will post the story here once the competition ends.



    That's a great tale, Marknew.  I love how there's so much story and activity going on within such a small number of words.  Also there was no really evil activity going on, just domination etc. (I feel sorry for characters in your stories sometimes!).  Thanks for posting this.  I hope it encourages other writers to give 1000 words a go as a constraint that can actually generate really good stories.

    Mark Newman

    Thanks Random.  It was a particularly enjoyable challenge to keep it that short. 

    Several other stories in the workshop were quite good too.  My favorites were Dropping by, Call Before You Come Over, and The List.

    Mark Newman

    Sorry I've neglected so long to post this.  I suppose y'all could have followed the link, but I like to make it easy.


    The Pick-Up (A thousand word story)
    by Marknew
    John has a tougher time with his Ex-girlfriend than most of us.

    This story was written for Superwomenmania Workshop 2.1. 
    The assignment was to write a story of no more than 1,000 words on the topic
    "Pissed off Superwoman gets back at her Ex."

    John shifted his butt on the bar stool, breathed deeply and gazed at the
    beauty next to him.  She held his look and smiled slightly when his eyes
    drifted to her generous bosom, most of which was visible above her low
    neckline.  She lifted a strand of blond hair from her eye, her forearm casually
    brushing against her breast, briefly revealing more of its delectable
    fleshiness as it wobbled before regaining its delectable repose inside.

    He knew she was waiting for him to say something, to make the move he wanted
    so badly to make.  Two guys at a nearby table looked at him enviously.  "Why
    him and not me?" their expressions said.  If they only knew!  Although he
    wanted her, he would gladly trade places with them.  Why do I DO this!!?
    Because I'm a guy, he answered himself.  Because I want to get laid.  Because
    it's been eight months. Because this girl is gorgeous.  Fucking gorgeous.  And
    totally willing. 

    More willing than he was, actually, under the circumstances.  Because it was
    hopeless.  Why bother?

    She must have noticed his expression change, because she said, "What's the
    matter?  You're not actually worried I'll say no?"  She grinned and turned her
    torso, pushing her bust out even more.  The blood rushed through his body and
    at the same time he heard one of the guys nearby groan with desire.  He
    couldn't stand it.  Fuck!  Why not?  Hasn't it been long enough?!  Maybe ….
    He reached for her hand and slipped off the stool.  She followed instantly,
    positioning herself so his arm fell around her shoulder and her hip nudged the
    most important  part of his groin.  "Oooh, that's exactly what I wanted to
    know!" she said, rubbing against him.  "You have nothing to worry about.  And
    neither do I!" she cooed.

    Make that a wish, he said to himself, and paid their tabs.

    He drove the fifteen minutes to his house, his interest continually rising as
    her body, facing his, undulated in ever-changing positions.  She pressed her
    face sensuously into the soft leather of the seat, her lips already kissing him
    through the air.  He felt every kiss.

    She murmured admiration of his sizable house as they entered and he guided her
    to the couch.  "A drink?" he asked.

    She rolled her tongue around her lips slowly and undid the first two buttons
    of her blouse.  "From me," she replied, and arched her back. He completed the
    unbuttoning and reached behind her, hands trembling with eagerness to free her
    glorious breasts.  They looked like they'd be even better than …

    There was a knock.  She turned, concerned.  "Who's that?"

    Another knock, even harder.  The door shook.  "Ignore it!" he said, his hands
    working her thick bra-strap.  Four hooks!  She was so busty, so soft, so
    willing, so —

    There was a whistling sound, then feet on the stairs.

    "Somebody's inside!" she said.

    "Oh no!" he groaned. 

    A frighteningly attractive, fit redhead strode confidently downstairs, her
    large bosom and erect nipples pushing out her top, barely bouncing even without
    a bra.

    "Who's she?" Barbie asked.

    "I'm Sup … Sue!" the redhead said, not smiling.

    "I'm Barbie."  She turned anxiously to John.  "You didn't tell me …

    The redhead took John's hand, pulled him away and wrapped her arm around his
    waist.  "Put your toys away, Barbie.  'Ken's' with me."


    "He's mine, slut.  Shoooo!"

    Barbie stood amazed, her mouth wide open.  "John.  Are you going to let her —

    John turned, his body pressed tightly against the redhead's.  "I can't stop
    her, Barbie.  I …

    With one finger, the redhead turned John's head back to her and pushed him
    down into a long kiss. She put two fingers on his butt and held him close
    against her.  "Mmmmmm, ni-i-i-i-i-i-ce and ha-a-a-r-r-r-r-d,"  the redhead
    said, wriggling her hips.  "Just how I like it."

    Barbie looked at them, shocked.  "What's wrong with you, John?  You're the
    man.  If you don't want her, push her away!"

    "But she's … she's too strong," John said.

    Barbie angrily pulled John out of the redhead's arms and John flew across the

    "Isn't he a weakling?" the redhead said.  "Kinda sad!"

    "I'm not!  She pushed me!" John said, trying to explain.  "No! Don't hit her,
    Barbie!  She's got super–

    "No one calls ME a slut!" Barbie was shouting and slapped the redhead, who, to
    John's surprise, stumbled backward and yelped in pain.

    "She's faking, Barbie.  You don't realize who she is!"

    "I don't CARE who she is," Barbie replied.

    John rushed to get between them, but somehow he tripped and fell.

    "He's clumsy too," the redhead smirked, rubbing her face where Barbie slapped

    "She tripped me!"

    "Now, how could I do that — from way over here?" she said innocently. "You
    better go, Barbie doll.  What do you want anyway with a weak, clumsy, faithless
    betrayer like John?"  She sauntered over to him. "Hard day, dear?" She knelt
    down to kiss his neck while holding his  shoulder with one hand and putting the
    other across his crotch, vibrating her fingers  with great speed, almost
    invisibly, against his stiffened member.

    "Lissa, no!" John pleaded and tried, unsuccessfully, to push her hand away and
    stand up.  But he couldn't move, not even an inch, as though he were as weak as
    a baby or only pretending to resist.

    "But she said her name was Sue!" Barbie said, even more confused, and then
    stared, amazed, as a dark, sticky stain appeared on John's pants.  Barbie
    wrinkled her nose.

    "He's so quick on the trigger," the redhead said disdainfully.  "Why DO I

    "Me too.  Why DO I go to bars?!" Barbie said, buttoning her blouse. "You're
    pathetic!", she declared to John and marched out.

    Lissa, also known as Superlass, aimed her superbreath at the wet spot on
    John's trousers, drying it instantly, and with two fingers lifted him to his
    feet.  "WHEN will you learn, John?  There's no one for you but me, and there
    never WILL be.  NEVER! EVER! EVER!!"


    Oh good Christ John!  Use reverse psychology, go hard for her and she'll lose interest (hopefully).  Otherwise just lean back and enjoy the ride (like you have a choice anyway). 

    P.S.  Ya, ya, I know Johns a fictional character, I just have no sympathy for the dude!

    P.P.S.  By the way, great story!

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