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Mrs. Montrose

By: qhml1



Part one of this series is in Transsexuals and Crossdressers, "The Creation Of Shanna" might want to read it first.

There isn't a lot of Bondage in this, mostly examples of domination and control.

Enjoy the read.

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Edie Montrose sat at her new[temporarily]desk, wondering what she had gotten into. This was a good opportunity for her, the company was highly regarded as a good place to work, if a little eccentric. Publicly traded, the majority of the stock was owned by the founder, a transsexual named Angie Browne-Davies. The biggest minority owner was her new boss, Mike Hogue. A veritable giant, he was six feet six, and weighed at least two fifty. Platinum blond hair, cool grey eyes, chiseled jaw. He looked like like the actor he used to be. She used to watch his show, and fantasized about him, he seemed to be shirtless and nearly naked most of the time.

He was still in good shape, but off the market.

Shanna Jones, his fiance, was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, remarkable since she was genetically a man. They had been together almost two years. Rumor had it there was trouble in paradise.

She had been in his office yesterday. Not smiling when she entered, she seemed furious when she left. His office wasn't quite soundproof, and she was pretty sure they were yelling.

The morning went fairly smoothly, she was aware she was the fourth temp he had used in the last three months, after his old assistant had to quit and move to Arizona with her husband, a man with diminished breathing capacity, for the dry air.

The first three temps were younger, and when he sent the last one back he specifically requested someone more mature. Edie was 44, and when life was kinder to her she looked much younger. She had gained eighteen pounds in the last two years, and in her own opinion, was worn down.

Just after lunch, she was doublechecking the list of afternoon meetings and agendas, when Miss Jones stormed into the office. She was wearing a business suit, black slacks and blazer, white silk shirt, three inch heels. Without speaking, she went towards his office.

"Let me announce you, Miss Jones," she said while she reached for the phone.

Miss Jones swept the phone off the desk.

"I don't need to be announced. I'll come and go as I please."

To be so small she was strong, and had her swept out of the way and halfway into the office.

"Sorry, sir, she just refused to stop," Edie said as Mr. Hogue stood.

"It's all right, Mrs. Montrose. I know how determined she can get. Please, give us a few minutes."

She nodded and closed the door, going back to her desk.

She could hear screaming, and forty minutes later Miss Jones came out.

She was disheveled, crying, clothes in disarray. She had a skirt instead of slacks, and her blouse and jacket were torn. Her assistant, a comely Chinese woman, appeared and gently led her back to her office.

Ten minutes later the assistant returned, going to the door of the inner office. Once again, when she tried to stop the second woman that day to try and barge in on her boss, she was swept aside. This time it was a palm to her stomach, knocking the breath out of her.

As she lay on the floor, she was able to see and hear some of what went on.

The woman ran forward and jumped feet first over the desk, slamming into his chest as he started to rise. He and the chair went flying, skidding across the floor.

Amazingly after absorbing a blow that strong, he rolled to his feet in a defensive stance. There was a brief exchange of vicious blows, when suddenly the woman went flying into the wall, stunned.

He helped Mrs. Montrose up, made sure she was all right, told her to cancel the rest of the day, and stormed back into the office, slamming the door.

Thirty minutes later the Chinese woman stumbled out. Her lip was swelling, and there was an obvious bruise on her cheek. Her skirt was split to her waist on one side and her hose was missing.

She refused help, limping away.

What the hell was going on?

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Mike sat at his desk, wondering how his life had gone so wrong so fast.

When he and Shanna had gotten back from the road trip/vacation almost two years ago, he was the happiest he had ever been in his life.

He had fallen in love for the first time in his life. After a lonely and loveless childhood and almost fairy tale adult life, he biggest desire was to have a stable home and children. He was determined to give then the best life possible and surround his family with love.

The fact that the love of his life was physically unable to have children didn't deter him a bit. He was raised in an orphanage and knew very well there were good children out there who deserved happiness, and he had no trouble at all with giving it to them.

Their romance was a whirlwind affair, sort of. Shanna had been a man almost for the two years he had known her before she embraced her true identity. Small to the point of being petite, slender, when he first saw her he had thought she was a woman. They had established a friendship, something rare for him. He had liked his wife too, often using them as traveling companions on many of his business trips and a few vacation.

He discovered their submissive tendencies, and exploited it shamelessly. Never sexually except to tease, just pushing them past their comfort zones and ordering them to do small things once in a while.

Shane had changed to Shanna during a vacation in Vegas, and was his companion on a long trip across the country. By the middle of the trip the relationship had become sexual, revealing her feminine, submissive tendencies. His wife had been cheating before the trip, Mike had gotten proof, breaking into his vacation to fly home and confront her. She agreed to a no fault divorce from Shane.

By the end of the trip Shanna belonged to Mike heart and soul.

After she came back to work, her old assistant refused to work for her, and was replaced by Suzie Qwan, who became her best friend and teacher of all things feminine. They became very close.

After getting permission from Mike, she went on a hormone treatment. He said he didn't care about breasts, but she knew all men loved them, regardless of size. She developed into a 32B before he made her stop, saying they were the perfect size for her body. Left to her own devices

she would have went for a larger size, but didn't argue. Her nipples became super sensitive, and when he kissed, nibbled, and sucked on them, she was almost uncontrollable with excitement. They both knew it would only be seconds before his large cock was between her lips or nestled into to her tight little bottom.

She did a little more work, shaving her Adams apple down for a more feminine appearance and voice.

Soon after the vacation they had a serious discussion. Mike wanted every thing out in the open, what he wanted, what he expected in the relationship. He expected them to have a full life together, to raise a family through adoption.

He was adamant about it. It would be the deal breaker, no kids, no relationship.

She was desperately in love with him and would have agreed to just about anything. It was all new to her, and she wasn't thinking, just agreeing.

Another big thing was fidelity. He couldn't stress enough what it meant to him.

"I told you when we got together how I am, that's why I made sure you understood before we made love for the first time. I love you, but it goes deeper than that. I own you, physically and mentally. It goes back to my childhood. I have to be this way, it's the only way I can maintain balance. You don't understand, and I don't think that you ever will, just accept it to mean it will be my lifes' work to make you happy. I will in turn demand complete honesty and loyalty from you, always. If for a second you don't think you can accept this now and forever walk away now. You know by now how I feel about betrayal."

She of course promised him everything, and they settled down to a life together.

It had its ups and downs, no matter how much you love each other it takes time to learn to live together.

She had never learned to keep house, and was terrible at it. He laughed and kept his cleaning service. Her culinary skills stopped at making tea and coffee. He was an excellent cook, and usually made breakfast every morning. They dined out for lunch, and usually picked something up for dinner if they didn't go out.

She was a spendthrift and he was very, very good with money. She had to pay twenty five per cent of her salary to her ex wife, he made her save twenty five percent, putting it in a joint savings account, he putting in three dollars to her one.

The other fifty percent she could spend any way she wanted, he was a multimillionaire and it didn't matter. She was usually spending on his credit card by the end of the week.

Originally from England, she had never learned to drive. They worked for the same company, he was actually one of the owners. He was usually in the office before her and sometimes stayed late, so she relied on cabs. For her birthday one of her presents was driving lessons, and when she completed the course he gave her a vintage 1984 corvette, candy apple red, her favorite color.

Five months later she lost her license because of speeding tickets.

He spoiled her relentlessly, if he even thought she liked it, it was hers. She started feeling entitled, sometimes being condescending to her co workers. She got away with it because she was engaged to the boss, they loved him, but her star started to wane.

She wore a fifty thousand dollar engagement ring, and after a year he started pressuring her to set a date, he wanted to start their family. She was enjoying her lifestyle, and was uncertain if she could be a good mother, so she stalled. Tension was starting to build.

The balance tipped when she became friends with Chantal Gomez, a sometime business associate with her husband in his side business, apartment buildings and moderately priced houses. His primary business, Dream Realty, catered to the rich, selling exotic houses and properties for and to the very rich around the world.

Chantal had her own agenda, Mike. She had tried to seduce him before, but Shanna had just entered his life, and he wasn't interested.

Shrewd, cunning, and intuitive, she recognized Shanna's submissive personality and set out to exploit it. She stroked her ego, using her weakness. She dropped hints, asked pointed questions, inferred things she knew were false.

Mike noticed the attitude change, and tried to talk about it. She cut him off, saying he was trying to control her. He almost lost it.

"Damn right I am! You're heading down the wrong path here, honey. You know my limits, it would be very bad if you go over them. You should know by now I don't have the most forgiving nature, so be careful here. If you want out of this relationship, now is the time to tell me. We'll go our separate ways. Your choice."

Shanna was shocked. Chantal had told her to be more assertive, it was time she controlled her own life. She forgot the very reason she had decided to become a woman, Mike's woman, was because she wasn't assertive, and she loved not having to deal with things. She loved being taken care of.

She didn't help matters by flouncing off in a huff and locking the bedroom door. She screamed when the door literally flew off the hinges seconds later. He stood in the doorway, glaring.

"You try that again and the next lock you hear clicking home will be the one on the front door, from the outside. Do you understand?"

She had pushed him too far, and knew it. She immediately became meek and begged forgiveness. For the next two days she was back to her old self, and he relaxed.

Chantal eased off for a bit, letting things calm down before starting again.

"Do you not like pants?" she asked about a month later, as they ate lunch in her favorite restaurant.

"I think they look good on me, and I do wear jeans. But I promised Mike I would never wear them at work, for the same reason I don't wear pantyhose. He wants me instantly accessible, if you know what I mean." She blushed looking down.

Chantal was aroused at the thought of wearing the same thing for Mike, being thrown over his desk and being taken at will by him, but she didn't let Shanna know.

"You mean he just takes you at the office? How often. Don't you object?"

Shanna was glowing by now.

"It was almost every day there for a while. Now maybe twice or three times a week. When he calls wanting to know if I have time for a quick meeting, I usually remove my panties before I leave my office. And no, I never refuse. I made him a promise when we got together I would always be ready for him, and never say no."

Chantal could feel the wetness in her panties, the glow from within, but pressed forward.

"My god, you're not his woman, you're his fuck doll! No wonder he doesn't respect you."

Shannas' face continued to glow.

"He loves me, you can't love someone you don't respect."

Chantal closed in for the kill.

"He owns you! You don't have to respect possessions, just take care of them."

"It's deeper than that." Shanna tried to explain in frustration.

"If you say so. This is the first time I've ever met a sex object and not a person. You hide it well." Chantal said, sinking the hook deeper.

"I'm not hiding anything" Shanna insisted. "It's just the way we are. He loves me."

"Does he now. Let's see. You have to dress a certain way for him. You have to be ready to have sex with him instantly on command. He tells you where you're going, where you're going to dine, what you're going to do on the weekends. You're not a fuck doll, you're a sex slave. Is it fun to be owned? Does he spank you, punish you when you do something you don't like?"

Shanna couldn't meet her eye. Mike did occasionally spank her, but she could never admit it to her. Or that she often enjoyed the spankings after the first or second blow. It made her feel...important? Important enough to be disciplined, important enough to be corrected after a mistake. And she had to admit, he never spanked her without cause. More importantly, almost every time there was a great round of lovemaking afterwards.

Chantal continued to push, saying she should stand up to him more, make more decisions in her life.

"Tell him no every once in a while when he wants that tight little ass, that'll give him a wake up call."

Mike was shocked a few nights later when she came to bed in silk pajamas. In the almost two years they had been together, it had been sheer, short gowns, teddies, or nude.

"What's with the pajamas?"

"I saw them at the store and liked the way they looked and feel. I may get some more."

He was rubbing her nipple through the silk, considering.

"Won't they get in the way if we decide to play?"

She was trying her best to contain her excitement, damn that felt good. It took every bit of will she had to remove his hand.

"I'm tired, honey. No playing tonight. In fact, when I wear pajamas to bed from now on it will be a signal I don't want sex that night, all right? Goodnight."

She turned the lamp off and held her breath, waiting for the explosion.

Mike was so stunned he had no reply, something rare for him. He just turned away from her, something he had never done. They had always slept spooned together, his strong arms wrapped around her. Neither got much sleep that night.

In fact, Mike was up and gone before she awakened, for the first time in a long while.

She called Chantal at lunch for an update. Chantal couldn't believe her luck, that little bitch would be out of his life soon, and she was going to be there to exploit his devastation, giving him a shoulder and a nice pair pair of 44d's to cry on. Once she had his head nestled between those soft pillows, that flat chested bitch wouldn't have a chance of getting him back.

Chantal took her shopping the next week. She had her buy several business suits with skirts and pants. She overrode her objections, saying she express her own personality.

They had a short spat the day before over her pajamas. She had worn them to bed every night for a week. He wanted to play twice and she shut him down, saying once she wasn't feeling well and then that she just wasn't in the mood. The mood was icy the next morning, they didn't speak all the way to the office.

Shanna was starting to have second thoughts. She loved the way he made her feel. Sexy, desirable, wanted. Secretly she knew it was her insecurities over marriage and children, but didn't know how to address it without hurting his feelings. The last thing in the world she wanted was to lose his love, it would devastate her.

It was a liquid lunch with Chantal on a Wednesday. She expressed some of her fears to her, and she twisted them around, giving her terrible[for her]advice.

"Don't ask him, tell him. Lay down the law. Tell him you don't want kids, and maybe not married. You have a good thing going, rug rats will mess all that up. Why change. Be forceful, don't give him a chance to respond. Catch him by surprise and he might agree to anything."

She thought it was a good idea, and called Mike to tell him she was on her way to his office, she had something important to tell him.

"I'm busy right now. It'll have to wait until we get home tonight."

He said it coldly, dismissing her like a minor annoyance. It was enough to push her over the edge.

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She stormed by the dowdy new assistant he had, barely acknowledging the pathetic attempt to stop her,

She slammed the door and stood in front of his desk.

He looked her over as she stood there, noticing the pants and frowning.

"All right, what is it? Make it short, I'm busy."

She exploded.

"Busy! Since when are you too busy for me, the supposed love of your life? I'm not happy with you, mister, things are gonna change."

Mike stood up, slowly. He seemed to swell before her eyes, and spoke in a low, dangerous voice.

"Damn right things are gonna change. I'm getting pretty tired of your attitude lately. If you want out of this relationship, tell me now. Don't piss me off enough to change it myself, you won't like it."

She shrank back, afraid of him for the first time. Her arrogance of his love for her surged forward. He would do what she told him or else.

"You got that right. I'm tired of being a sex doll. It's time for me to make some decisions for a change. From now on, I'm in charge of our love life. You'll get it when I say, or not at all. Deal with it."

She paused while he stood there stunned, then plunged forward.

"I've decided I'm not sure about children right now, and not sure about marriage. Maybe we need a little timeout, maybe see other people. What do you think of that?"

Her intent was to shock and awe. Get him off balance, make him agree to see things her way.

To this day, she can't understand what made her do it. The consequences weren't worth the pain she ended up going through.

She watched the love go out of his eyes, replaced by anger. She became very afraid. He never raised his voice.

"Your choice. I'll make the arrangements."

"Huh? What arrangements?"

"The arrangements for you to move into your new place. I assume you have one? If not, I'll see that you get a temporary apartment in one my buildings. Regardless, you'll never sleep in my house again. You're out, understand?"

She was reeling from his words, delivered dispassionately but firmly.

"Now hold on, I didn't say anything about moving out. We need to work on our relationship."

He grunted.

"We don't have a relationship anymore. You don't want to get married, you don't want kids, you want to see other people. Doesn't sound like somebody in a committed relationship to me.


Mrs. Montrose in Antwerp



The first part of this story was posted in Trannsexuals and Crossdressers, 'The Creation Of Shanna', the second part is posted in BDSM under the title 'Mrs. Montrose'. To understand what's going on fully you need to read these first. If you want a little mindless fun, forgo the earlier chapters and enjoy.

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Mike woke with a start, the tall blonde tucked under one arm, the petite Hispanic under the other.Extricating himself carefully, he smiled as the girls snuggled together.

He showered, dressed, and walked back into his office. He worked for an hour before going back into the bedroom.

He shook them, neither gently nor hard, and commanded "Up!"

Chantal woke with a start and immediately slid off the bed and into the submissive position. Edie, while not quite as submissive as Chantal due to the difference in training, was slower responding, but once awake mimicked her position.

"I hope you had a nice nap, my pets. Now, into the office, we have work to do. Come!"

Edie looked at Chantal, shrugged, and they went naked into the office. Chantal was about to assume her position again, but Mike ordered her to bring towels out of the bathroom.

"No leaking on the furniture" he reminded Edie.

She brought the towels, and folded one over Edie's office chair, and stood irresolute, the other towel in her hands.

"Put it on one of the chairs at the conference table and sit" Mike commanded curtly. Her haste to comply was almost comical.

He handed her a laptop.

"From now on, you're our private secretary. I know you have the skills. I'll forgive an error or two the first few days, but after that there will be consequences. Understand?"

She nodded, eyes down. He held her chin in his large hand, raising her face until she looked him in the eye.

"Nonverbal answers are not acceptable."

He swatted her bottom, hard. Edie could see the hand print. 

"Do you understand?"

Tears fought to fall from her face. Not because of the pain, she was used to far worse, but over the inner struggle to meet his eye. She had been trained for six months to never look her owner in the eye. She finally reconciled her problem by remembering she was to obey his every wish without question.

"Yes sir, I understand."

He patted her cheek, giving her great pleasure.

"Good girl. Now, let's begin."

They worked for three hours, scheduling meetings and going over any aspect of the business that needed settled before they began their overseas trip. Finally Mike snapped his laptop shut.

"Enough. Time to go home. I'll see you tomorrow, Edie. Lock up."

Edie looked concerned.

"What about Chantal? She hasn't had her dinner yet. Is she staying here again tonight?"

Mike grinned.

"It's good to see you have compassion for pets. If you want to feed her you can. Take her home with you if you want. Goodnight."

Edie looked at her after he left. It would be simple to order her dinner and leave, but she decided to take him up on his offer.

"Chantal, dress. I'm taking you home."

She obeyed instantly. While she was getting dressed she called Stan.

"I'm on my way home now. Put on a housecoat, I've ordered dinner, it should arrive shortly, I've taken care of the payment and tip. And set three plates."

His eyes were big as saucers when she came through the door with another woman. Something seemed odd about her, she kept her eyes downcast and didn't speak.

"Stan, this is Chantal. She's our guest for the night. I see you have the food ready. Serve us please. And why do you have that housecoat still on?"

He was blushing furiously. He realized what he must look like, standing there in a pink robe with his hair pulled back in a ponytail. All he had on underneath was a pink thong. He bowed his head under her stern look and removed the housecoat. The woman never even blinked as he plated their food and stood waiting for his next command.

"Very good, Stanley. Serve yourself and join us. Chantal, eat up honey."

The woman immediately started eating, slowly, relishing every bite. It was Mexican, from the restaurant Mike was so fond of. It was like tasting home for her. She cleaned her plate and looked at Edie, begging with her eyes. Edie laughed.

"All right my pet, have just a little more, but save some room for dessert. Ice cream, our favorite."

Tears started leaking down her cheeks.

"Thank you, Mistress."

Edie patted her cheek with a napkin while Stan sat there stunned.

"It's all right baby, now eat."

Cherry vanilla, her favorite. She was allowed one bowl. Finished, they moved to the living room.

"Clean the kitchen later, Stanley. We have things to discuss in the living room."

He followed. She reached into her purse and pulled out two fives and a ten. He silently put them in the jar, estimating there had to be close to a thousand by now.

Edie pulled her dress over her head, allowing it to crumple to the floor. She hadn't bothered with underwear.

"I didn't get a chance to shower today, and I really need to be cleaned. Pay attention to my thighs, a lot of it leaked out and dried there.

Fighting feelings of incredible shame and unbelievable lust, he bent to the task at hand. She kept him down through two orgasms before releasing. He sat at her feet gasping.

"As good as always, my little cumsucker. Maybe one day I'll let you get it from the source instead of secondhand. Now, we have a guest, and she needs your services too. Be a good boy Stanley. Don't embarrass me in front of her. Chantal, remove your dress please."

She immediately stripped and sat back down. Edie looked at Stanley.

"Do a good job, and you might get a reward."

That motivated him. It had been three weeks since he was last allowed to come, and she made sure she fondled him to erection almost every night.

Ten minutes later Chantal gave a little squeak and pushed his head back.

"Good boy, Stanley. Go fetch your rubber."

A few weeks before he had been so excited he missed his hand and sprayed her arm. She was so angry she hadn't let him have any relief since. She came home one night a week later and handed him a box of XXXL large condoms. She knew they were far to large for him, and emphasized his smaller size.

"The next time you get a treat this will insure you don't have a mishap."

He brought it to her and stood passively as she fondled him to full staff and slipped it on.

"You get a special treat tonight. Chantal, I want you to give him the best handjob in the world."

She held up a kitchen timer and set it for forty five minutes.

"If he comes before the timer goes off I'm punishing you both. Begin."

She sat and watched for five minutes before deciding to take a shower. She showered, did her nightly rituals. She looked at the clock and saw five minutes left, so she started running a bath.

Stanley was almost dancing, as Chantal would slowly stroke him, then jack furiously for a minute or two. He was sweating and his face was red. There was one minute left on the timer.

"Now, Chantal, before he has a heart attack."

She began to stroke at a furious rate, and he exploded instantly, crying out. She smiled.

"Good job, Chantal. I'll have to think up a suitable way for him to repay you."

She turned to Stanley.

"Clean yourself" she commanded in a firm tone.

He stood embarrassed beyond words, before he slid the rubber off slowly, taking as much of his sperm as he could with it. Then he raised it to his mouth and slowly turned it inside out, licking quickly, making sure he didn't spill a drop. After he was done he presented the rubber to her for inspection.

"Good job, my dear. Now, clean the kitchen, and then it's off to bed for you. Come, Chantal."

Again the woman rose and followed her like an obedient dog. The bath was filled with warm water and perfumed soap. She put Chantal in the tub and bathed her as though she were a child, compliant to her wishes. She toweled her dry, gave her a gown that was midthigh on her but went to Chantal's knees, and led her to the bedroom. She turned the covers down.

"Left side. And if you hog the covers, I'll spank you in the morning."

She checked on Stanley, kissed his cheek and sent him to his room. She had stopped allowing him to sleep with her months ago.

She woke later that night, Chantal spooned to her tightly. She was crying quietly, shaking. She stroked her back and made crooning noises.

"Hush, child. It's all right. Go back to sleep."

Chantal surprised her by reaching up to the hand that was caressing her cheek, kissing it and holding it like it was the last preserver on a sinking ship. She was still holding it when they woke.

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Over the next few weeks Edie and Chantal became

closer. Thirteen years her senior, Edie began treating her like a surrogate child, buying her little treats, dressing her. She took her to Ramon and had her hair changed, highlights added to her naturally dark red hair.

Mike indulged them until one day when he gave Chantal a command and she looked to Edie for askance. Annoyed, he ordered both to the conference table.

He had them strip and bend over the table.

"Chantal, who owns you?"

"You, Master."

He placed a hand on Edie's ass.

"Mrs. Montrose, who do you work for?"

She knew he was a bit angry. He almost never called her that anymore.

"I do more than work for you, Mike. You own me too, just in a different way."

She didn't see the look of satisfaction on his face.

"I don't own you, Edie. Not yet anyway."

A shiver of pleasure went through her at the thought.

He drew his thoughts into focus.

"Well, if she belongs to me, and you belong to me, then why is she flirting with disobedience and looking to you when I give orders? It's time to reaffirm the chain of command."

Edie felt something soft slid across her ass. What was that?

He ordered her to stand. When she turned around she saw the object. Some kind of whip, with multiple straps. Where had that come from?

"Her punishment is due to your actions. Tell me when to stop."

She flinched when he brought it down on her bottom the first time. Welts appeared instantly.

Chantal flinched the first time, but stood stock still for the next four blows.

Edie had seen enough.

"Stop, Mike, please. She's had enough!"

He looked at her sternly.

"Not yet. Chantal. stand."

She stood and faced him, hands at her side. He brought the lash down, first on one breast, then on the other, a web of marks appearing instantly.

He turned to Edie and had her bend over the table.

"It's a good thing you stopped me at five. I had already decided whatever you deemed necessary for her would be your punishment as well."

Before she could speak he brought the lash down. It felt like needles of fire across her bottom. She cried out, softly, but remained in her position. The next four blows came quickly. She was quivering when he had her stand and turn. To her surprise he handed the lash to Chantal. 

"Finish" he said flatly.

She didn't hesitate, bringing the lash down on her breasts. She hit the nipple on one and Edie nearly collapsed.

Mike looked them both over, then had Chantal bend over the table again. He pushed the bottom of her hair back and had Edie look. There, at the edge of the hairline, was a small tattoo, almost invisible.

"See that? If you're ever truly mine, you'll wear one just like it. I'll be honest, I don't know if you have it in you, but if you ever get it, you're bound to me for life. Our paths may diverge later, you might not see me for years. But when and if I do show up, whatever I tell you will be obeyed instantly. And just so you know, she's not the only one bearing this mark. Think about it. Now, go and put some lotion on. I want the marks gone before we leave for Europe."

Edie thought about it as they gently rubbed each other. She asked Chantal if she knew what the tattoo said.

"Mine."

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They got physicals, and Edie needed to update some shots, but soon everything was in order and they were ready leave.

Edie was concerned about what to do with her husband[she thought it such an odd term to use now, he hadn't been her husband in quite a long time]and asked Mike for help. He thought about it for awhile and called Angie.

"We're leaving for Europe in three days. This looks to be a very successful trip for us. I need a favor though. Can you watch something for my assistant while we're gone?"

He heard her tenseness when she replied.

"I don't have time to watch a pet. I'm not good with animals."

"I don't know, Angie, you seem quite comfortable around the beasts you've been playing with lately. How about visiting her and looking at her pet. You might change your mind. Please, as a favor to me."

She grumbled but agreed.

Edie had taken Stanley to Ramon, and he cut his hair in a very feminine bob that highlighted his eyes and cheekbones. She had been feeding him estrogen pills that she secretly had prescribed for him when she made him go for a checkup months ago. She told him it was a vitamin supplement the doctor had recommended.

He noticed how much larger and sensitive his nipples had become, but Edie assured him it was just a side effect and would go away. He had to admit, his breasts were swelled slightly. If he pushed them together it looked like he had cleavage. He found himself pleased at the idea.

Edie insisted he wear lip gloss now, to prevent chapping, she said. They started out with clear, but she had him wearing a pale pink now. She said it gave him better protection.

Deep down he knew what she was doing, but he refused to acknowledge it, partly in shame and partly in pleasure.

He was afraid of this woman Angie. She radiated power almost as brightly as Edie's boss. Edie was talking while she was looking him over.

"Now, Stanley, you know I have to go on this trip. I don't want you left alone, so Angie has agreed to let you be a guest at her place. I expect you to behave and please her. I'll be very upset when I come back if I hear you misbehaved. Follow her directions and you'll get along fine. I'm sure you'll both enjoy it."

He hated it, but stood ready with a small bag when she sent a driver to fetch him. He was filled with fear and trepidation, dressed in a pink blouse and tight jeans under a red raincoat. It was San Francisco, it was always raining.

Edie had left specific instructions.

"Thank you so much for watching my little pet. You can do pretty much as you please with him within reason. And he's a virgin, I want him to remain one until I decide to deflower him. If you punish him, try not to leave marks. He's not allowed to come except from handjobs, and he has to clean up after himself. And then, only with your permission."

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They arrived in England jet lagged, their biological clock needing adjusting badly. Luckily they were a day early and were rested and ready for their first client.

They disliked him instantly. He thought he was the next Branson, and looked ridiculous in the too tight leather pants, making his hanging gut more prominent. He had his bleached blond hair tied back in a scraggly ponytail. His tan stood out in the gray English weather, looking sprayed on. He practically drooled over Edie and Chantal.

He made his living in technology, and was estimated to be worth two three quarters of a billion.

They were there to broker the sale of a small castle in the lake district. The owner, an Earl and the last of his line, couldn't afford the upkeep any longer and contacted the local office of Dream Realty because of their reputation.

The property was appraised at the English equivalent of fourteen million dollars for the house and grounds, or eighteen if you wished to purchase the adjoining four hundred fifty acre farm, complete with a very successful racing stable.

The local realtors had a tentative agreement to buy, but at the last minute the buyer reneged. He wanted it for two thirds of the agreed on price.

That's when Mike was called in.

The seller was very upset. He had made an agreement to buy a nice villa on the Spanish coast, but it looked like he would lose it if the sale didn't go through quickly. The buyer knew this and was using it for a bargaining chip.

Two days of intense negotiations later, the buyer wouldn't budge. Mike was sitting in a conference room with the buyer, sipping very nice scotch while he tried to close the deal.

Mr. Clive Burton-Winston[what is it with the British and hypenated names?]had already downed a few before Mike had arrived, and was waxing eloquent over his business successes.

He knew it was mostly bullshit. Yes he came up with the programs but it was his partner, a financial wizard, who kept the company going.

Mike had just about reached his limit.

"So, you see old boy, the property isn't worth what he's asking, despite what the assessors have appraised it at.

Mike was patient, barely, when explained the deal all over again.

"Actually Clive, he's dropped the price two million under the assessed price to facilitate a quick sale. I'm afraid he's not going to budge. You should have bargained before you agreed on his price, now he thinks you're dishonorable."

Mike privately agreed with that sentiment.

"Hogwash. Tell the old bugger that's the best he'll get from anyone, take it or leave it."

As he was about to answer Chantal and Edie came in to fetch Mike.

Clive, judgement clouded by the scotch, made a mistake.

"Mikey, old man, I MIGHT consider raising my offer a bit, if you'd allow me a go at these lovely little crumpets of yours."

He was watching the girls and didn't see the momentary flash of anger in his eyes.

"Ladies, take off your jackets, blouse and bras for me please."

Chantal started immediately, and Edie followed, hoping he wasn't really giving them to him. When they were done Mike walked over and stood behind them, cupping a breast from each.

"You should really feel these Clive. As great as they look, they're much better to touch. Look at their nipples."

He had been manipulating them as he spoke, and all four nipples were erect. Clive walked over like he was mesmerized, reaching his hand out.

Before he could touch them, Mike slipped between the girls and had his hand around his throat, pushing him back into the wall.

"YOU SLIMY PIECE OF SHIT. I'D CUT OFF YOU HAND IF YOU EVEN TRIED TO TOUCH THEM. WE NEVER OFFER SEX FOR A DEAL IN THIS COMPANY! NEVER. IF I FIND ANYONE IN OUR COMPANY HAS, I'LL SACK EVERYONE INVOLVED IMMEDIATELY. NEGOTIATIONS ARE OVER. DO NOT CONTACT US AGAIN. GOOD NIGHT, SIR!"

He let him go and he slumped to the floor gasping for breath. Mike never gave him another glance.

"Dress, please, girls. Let's go pack. Scotland next."

They were buttoning their blouses and carrying their bras and jackets in their hands, rushing to follow him out the door.

The earl lost the villa he wanted, but Mike found him a better one for less, having the company buy and hold it until the castle sale went through.

Two months later Clive signed the contract for full assessed value, two million more than originally agreed upon, so the earl basically got the Spanish villa free.

They closed on the Scotland estate in two days, and the French villa in three. They were a week ahead of schedule, so they took four days off and spent it on the French Riviera.

He took them to a nude beach. It was the first time Edie was nude in front of strangers.

Mike and Chantal disrobed without comment. Mike looked at Edie.

"Strip!" He said, using his voice of command.

Her hands shook, but she complied. 

They were instant hits, men and women ogling all three, especially the women. Word spread, and there was a lot of female traffic by their cabana, casing looks of wonder and lust at Mike.




Mrs. Montrose in Antwerp



Edie discovered she was an exhibitionist. She would often wander the beach, making sure she stayed in sight, three or four times a day.

Chantal was content to lay on her blanket, almost at his feet while he sat in the lounge chair. She would reach a hand out occasionally, making sure he was still there.

He spoke to the beach manager, and three times a day two male attendants would show up with small carryalls and combine a small massage with oil application.

"Make sure you cover every inch, or there won't be a tip" Mike admonished.

They were hesitant the first time, but when they saw the tip they made absolutely sure they missed nothing from then on. Edie nearly had an orgasm every time, especially when they she had to spread her legs to oil her lips.

"You don't want this burned, cherie" her attendant would say, making sure every centimeter was covered.

When one of the attendants offered to oil Mike, he surprised her by having her sit on his lounge while both attendants made sure he was completely covered. One of the attendant stroked his massive cock in wonder until his partner made him stop.

She couldn't see his eyes because of his sunglasses, but when the man let go of his mostly erect cock and left, she almost dragged him into the cabana.

Immediately bending over the wicker settee, she thrust backwards in need and lust.

He entered her fully in one stroke, forcing the air out of her lungs. He pounded her savagely while she moaned into the pillow until he exploded. He walked out, fluids still dripping off his cock, and ordered Chantal inside to clean up. He reversed their roles the next day.

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Mike noticed her first. She would wait until Edie was walking the beach. She was the epitome of a Reuben painting, large, lush, almost cartoonishly proportioned. She had a deep tan and the hairiest vagina he had ever seen. Despite her size she dripped of sensuality, and seemed to have a little following of young men. After the first day she shooed them off, appearing alone. She would say hello in a heavy French accent after she discovered they were American, unashamedly eying his cock. She would fade away when Edie returned, to reappear after she had gone off on another walk.

"Who is that fat bitch?" she asked in irritation the second day.

Chantal actually giggled.

"Her name is Bridget", she said, pronouncing it the french form.

"She seems enraptured by our Master's cock."

"Well, aren't they all" she said somewhat snappishly.

Mike laughed and caressed her nipple. His Edie was a little jealous.

"Don't get short, Edie. She looks like she could be a lot of fun. Maybe we'll seduce her before we leave."

Edie was a bit shocked but said little.

The next afternoon she came back to see Bridget and Mike in deep conversation. He made the introductions.

"Edie, this is Bridget. She's on holiday with her husband. We might get together later for drinks, if she agrees. I told her she had to run it by you first."

Edie was a bit nervous, she was looking at her like a starving dog with a steak in front of it. She held out her hand.

"Come, cherie, I think we'll get along famously.

Let's talk privately."

She led her into the cabana, where she was surprised to see Chantal lying back on the settee with sticky thighs and a glazed look on her face.

"Up, my little angel. We need a little privacy for a talk."

Chantal roused, smiled briefly, and kissed them both on the cheek. She wandered out and settled on her towel. She heard her thanking Mike before the curtain closed.

Bridget smiled.

"I suggested to your...boyfriend that it would be pleasant if we spent an evening together, with my husband, of course. I had to do an interview with your little friend, and now it's your turn. If it makes any difference, Mike said if I failed, then the evening was off. And cherie, I never fail to give satisfaction.

Maybe it was the wine and the sun. Maybe it was the time and place. Or maybe it was because she knew it was what Mike wanted and she finally accepted that she would do whatever he said, but she allowed herself to be pushed gently on the settee.

She would remember the next half hour the rest of her life. Bridget had the best oral skills she had ever encountered, and that included Mike. She almost attacked her the first time, having her climax within three minutes. She looked up, her juices on her face, and smiled.

"Now that I've taken the edge off, let me show you real pleasure."

Soon she was on the floor, writhing while Bridget attacked her with fingers and tongue. Caught up in the moment, she tried to pull her into a sixty nine, but Bridget looked up.

"Sorry, cherie, as much as I would like to, I have specific instructions. I promise you, If we spend the evening together we will do that and much more."

She returned to her task, running her large rough tongue over her pearl and into her depths, making her bite down on a towel to keep from screaming. It excited her no end to hear the voices of the beachgoers, mere feet from where she was.

Forty minutes and three orgasms later, Edie pushed her off.

"Stop! Please Bridget, I'm way too sensitive."

They exchanged a deep kiss, and Edie suckled one of those massive breasts for a moment before the went back outside. They both gave Mike a nice kiss and each thanked him, for different reasons.

Mike looked at Edie with his familiar half smile.

"Well?"

Instead of answering him she looked at Bridget.

"Bridget, would you and your husband join us in our suite tomorrow evening for a quiet dinner and some relaxation?"

Bridget smiled warmly.

"We would love to. Seven?"

"That would be fine. I look forward to it."

He stood and kissed Bridget on both cheeks.

"See you on the beach tomorrow."

The girls were so wired up they tried to kill Mike with sex. He satisfied them both admirably, then told them to clean up and come to bed. He woke later with them on the bed engaged in a very vocal sixty nine, Chantals' hand pulling on his erection. He joined them for another round and they slept in, cuddled to him.

Bridget joined them for an hour on the beach the next afternoon, chatting amiably, before she excused herself.

"I have to go prepare for our evening. I have to do a little grooming. It seems Americans have an aversion to hair."

She was looking at the bald mounds of both women.

Mike surprised her.

"Please don't, unless you really want to. Edie keeps her smooth out of choice, and Chantal had hers[forcibly]removed permanently. I admire your bush, it'll be a refreshing change of pace."

The whole time he was talking he was running his fingers through her pubic hair, in front of everyone on the beach. She almost orgasmed on the spot.

They arrived at precisely seven. He had on a nice suit, and she had a very nice dress that accented her attributes. Mike had instructed her to forgo underwear, and she obeyed without question. They seemed mismatched, she was just over six feet tall, while he couldn't have been over five seven and very slender.

Chantal and Edie were in matching lingerie, white corsets, thongs, and patterned thigh high hose. They each had three inch heels.

Mike appeared in a nice shirt and slacks, barefoot.

Introductions were made and wine was poured. Her husband Andre could barely turn his eyes away from the women long enough to acknowledge Mike.

The girls put on robes while the dinner was delivered, a light three course meal with the appropriate wines.

Just before they sat down, Mike looked at Bridget.

"I believe you're a bit overdressed, my dear. Wouldn't you like to be more comfortable?"

He held her eye for just a second, and she slipped out of the dress, folding it neatly over an occasional chair. Her nipples hardened and she felt herself moisten under the gazes of the other four people.

She sat and they enjoyed the meal. Bridget ate, but couldn't remember the next day what they had.

They adjourned to the living area. Mike had the three women sit on the couch, Bridget in the middle, while he and Andre settled into facing chairs.

"So Andre, what do you do?"

Andre found it hard to concentrate on the conversation, watching in fascination as Chantal and Edie stroked his wifes' breasts, rolling and tugging on her nipples. You could hear her start to pant.

Andre it turns out, was a barrister, one of the best in the country. Mike filed that away for future reference. Bridget had confessed she was the dominant one in the relationship.

"It's very frustrating. I've tried to get him to be more aggressive, but ever time I push he gets meeker. I tried to shock him by threatening to use a strapon, but he seemed to get hard just at the idea."

He let Andre watch for a few more seconds as the girls let their hands wander down to her dripping pussy, one rubbing her clit while the other pushed three fingers in and out rapidly. Bridget stiffened as she squirted all over their hands.

They rubbed the juices all over her massive breasts, licking the nipples when they were done.

"Andre, stand up!"

He rose instantly without question.

"Girls, remove his clothes."

Chantal and Edie obeyed instantly. While they were removing his clothes he looked at Bridget.

"Bridget, come."

She started to rise but he stopped her.

"Crawl."

So in front of her husband, she crawled over, waiting at the chair for his next order.

He stood and stripped. Andre saw the size of his cock and gasped. His was thick, but very short, four inches. Could Bridget handle this?

Mike sat, and using her hair, guided her to his cock. She immediately began licking his shaft and balls, swirling up to the head and taking in an inch or two before licking back down to the root.

"I just love a good blowjob. Don't you, Andre? Bridget says she is very good, and so far she is living up to her claim. Why don't you get a closer look?"

Thew girls led him over, guiding him to kneel on the floor between them. Edie was biting his nipples gently while Chantal lightly stroked him.

He couldn't believe it when Bridget managed to rest her nose in his pubic hair. Mike was holding her lightly by the hair as she bobbed up and down.

She started going faster and faster, and although it seemed like a lifetime to Andre, fifteen minutes later Mike stiffened and held her head firmly. Andre was sure he was emptying his balls down her throat. He was amazed she didn't choke.

Bridget sat back, redfaced, gasping, but looking very pleased.

"Did I please you?"

She said it like she was pleading for his approval.

He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.

"It was very pleasurable. Thank you."

She glowed under his praise.

He looked over at his girls.

"Get the bag."

They scurried into the bed room while Mike helped Andre and Bridget to their feet.

He had Andre sit on a chair he carried in from the table.

"Sit here, Andre, I think you'll enjoy what come next."

Andre was very complaint. He sat, and Mike placed a blindfold over his eyes.

"To heighten your experience" he whispered.

Soon he felt his cock engulfed to the root. With the blindfold on he couldn't tell which woman was before him. Two other sets of lips were nibbling on his ears and nipples. He felt something soft on his wrists and then heard a click. Chantal removed the blindfold. He was handcuffed to the chair while his wife knelt between his legs.

As soon as she heard the cuffs click she rose. Getting a collar out of the bag, she placed it round his neck and attached the leash.

"For later" said Bridget with a smile.

Chantal was stroking his cock and lifting, while Edie snapped a cock ring in place.

Bridget had gone back to nursing on Mike's cock. The girls joined her, one stroking her slit while the other feasted on her nipples. Occasionally one would return to Andre, stroking him back into hardness.

As soon as he was hard again, He lay Bridget on the thick carpet, head towards Andre. He watched in agonized arousal as Mike slowly sank into her. Soon he was sliding in and out of her while she gurgled and cooed.

"Andre, she is incredibly tight! Have you not been attending her needs? Thank you so much for allowing me to be your surrogate tonight."

He pulled her up, moving her in profile to Andre as he began pounding her from behind. She moaned and howled, screaming for him to fill her in one breath and begging him to never stop in the next.

He was so enthralled watching his wife being filled as never before he was surprised when something hit his cheek.

Edie stood beside him, sporting a strapon harness and a six inch dildo. When Mike had told her what he planned she almost couldn't contain herself. She had been thinking of getting one to use on Stanley and Chantal. This gave her a chance to try it out.

"Suck, Baby, and you'll be rewarded." 

He resisted at first, until Chantal twisted a nipple savagely. He opened his mouth in pain and she slipped the first three inches in, holding his head in place.

"Good boy. That's not so bad, not is it?"

He couldn't answer but decided it really wasn't bad. After having him swirl his tongue around to get used to it, she eased inch after inch in until his mouth was at the base. Chantal, meanwhile, had slipped his short cock in all the way to the back of her throat, holding it there with no problem. She would swirl her tongue around it occasionally, mostly to keep it full erect.

The sight of her husband sucking on a fake phallus while a woman sucked his cock, on top of the sensations she was experiencing on the end of Mikes' very real cock sent her into sensory overload. She screamed through the most intense orgasm of her life, thrusting back so hard she almost knocked Mike off her. He grabbed her ample ass harder and started thrusting rapidly. The new assault brought her to another climax minutes later, as Mike filled her. She collapsed on the floor in a near swoon.

Edie knew what to do, having been coached by Mike.

Chantal released Andre from his cuffs and helped pull him to his knees in front of Bridget.

"Clean her!" Edie demanded, thrusting his face into her gaping cunt.

"If it's not positively sparkling when you get done, you'll regret it."

She slapped the end of the leash down on his right ass cheek, making a nice little red mark. He immediately started lapping. He felt someone pet the back of his head, then a cool liquid sensation on his backside. 

Chantal slowly worked her way into his ass, one finger, two, then finally three. Patiently, gently, until she thought him ready. She grabbed his cock and stroked it rapidly, trying to distract him from the pain he was about to feel.

It didn't hurt at first, but as he got deeper it started to become uncomfortable. Bridget had his head pulled firmly between her legs, his mouth so full he couldn't cry out. As he relaxed and she started hitting his prostrate, he actually humped back.

At that point Chantal let him go and crawled over to Mike, cleaning Bridget's juices off his cock.

Edie pounded relentlessly, even after Bridget had moved away from his mouth. She sat and stared in wonder at the sight of her husband. Collared, with his back arched as he took the six inch dildo to the hilt. Three minutes later he cried out and spewed with the biggest climax of his life.

They all paused for a little rest and a sip of wine. The evening flowed, and Edie remembered it vividly years later. Mike pounding Chantal and Edie, and watching them as Bridget and Andre eagerly cleaned them.

Mike remembered watching Edie fuck Chantal, Bridget, and finally Andre again with the strapon.

He watched Bridget do Chantal with it, and later Andre got it from both Chantal and Bridget, until he begged them to stop.

Bridget rewarded him by letting him have her ass, something she had never done. It aroused Mike, so before Andre finished he pulled him away and listened to Bridget scream and cry as he took her. He finished and then allowed Andre back in. In less than a minute he added his sperm to Mikes' as she lay moaning.

They finally left them passed out on the floor four hours later, showered and went to bed. Edie had pointed out a spare bedroom while they were still cognizant, and that's where they found them the next morning. They let them sleep until noon, then roused them for lunch.

Mike and the girls were fully dressed. They had hidden their clothes, saying they would give them back in due time, so they ate nude.

After lunch was over, Mike simply grabbed Bridget and pulled her to the bedroom, using her thoroughly while her husband watched. He had to clean her, and pleasure Edie and Chantal with his tongue, before he was allowed to fuck his wife.

They left at four, exhausted and sore.

Bridget asked about another evening. Mike apologized, saying they were leaving for Antwerp in two hours for business.

They said their goodbyes and promised to keep in touch. 

Mike, Edie, and Chantal slept on the train almost all the way to Antwerp.

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Holiday over, with nice all over tans, they journeyed to Antwerp. They arrived, as their habit, a day early and took in some of the sights.

It varied from bright and cheery to gray and dismal, depending on the area. 

They were starting to miss home. Mike had given Edie a credit card with no limit, and she had taken Chantal and gone on mini shopping sprees, buying a few clothes in France and some nice lingerie. While in England, Mike got a few suits from a famous tailor on Saville row, and Edie discovered one that catered exclusively to women, and purchased several smart business suits for both of them.

To their surprise, negotiations for the small estate they were there to sell were almost complete, thanks to a very competent local realtor. Edie asked once how many offices they had in Europe.

"We don't have them just in Europe, although we have offices in England, Scotland, Ireland, France, Germany, Belgium, Spain, and Italy."

We also have affiliates in Mexico, Costa Rica, Brazil, Argentina, and Belize in South America.

There are other offices in Taiwan, Laos, Dubai, Morocco, New Zealand, Capetown, and the Pacific Islands." 

He grinned.

"We try to put our finger in every pie we can find."

Mike seemed unusually chipper, and Edie asked why.

"Business is done, and I just found out my best friend is in town. You'll like him. I'm planning something special for him."

The morning he was to arrive, Mike took them to a salon. They were shocked when he ordered the attendant to dye their hair black.

"Don't worry, we'll change it back in a couple of days."

He took them to a specialty shop, and had them fitted with black leather, cupless corsets, thigh high boots with five inch heels, and collars. He refused to explain.

They met his friend at the airport. Martin Coombs was a giant, two inches taller than Mike and easily four hundred pounds. Chantal hid behind Edie, plainly frightened.

They watched as Mike and Martin hugged, obviously happy. Edie thought it was the happiest he had ever seen Mike.

Martin had a woman with him, a redhead with creamy skin lightly scattered with freckles. She was quiet and did everything he asked, instantly.

"Submissive" thought Edie, as she watched their interactions.

Lunch was light, as they discussed the night.

"Things still on?" asked Martin.

"Yes. Take her here." He gave Martin the address of the shop where they got their leathers.

Mike had the hairdresser they had used come by the suite and do their hair, oiling and swirling Chantals' in a tight, skull hugging pattern. He oiled Edies' lightly, pulling it into a severe ponytail.

They had on matching dresses, alluring , short, black, held together by three large buttons.




Mrs. Montrose in Antwerp



Underneath were the leather corsets, and that was all.

They picked up Martin and his partner. She was dressed in a similar dress, her hair oiled and piled high on her head.

The driver took them to a rundown part of town, mostly empty warehouses and factories.

Edie held Chantal tightly by the hand, butterflies in her stomach. Mike had told them nothing.

They were dropped off in front of what appeared to be an empty warehouse, a single dim bulb above the door. They walked through it, down a hall to a steel door. Mike knocked, and a slot opened. He passed a piece of paper through the slot, and thirty minutes later it opened. A man in a very expensive suit welcomed them in perfect English.

"Please, come in. You are expected. If there is anything you require, simply ask one of our attendants. Enjoy!"

They stopped at a booth that reminded Edie of an old fashioned coat room. The smiling, uniformed attendant asked their names. Checking them against a laptop, she smiled.

Welcome to our establishment. You may leave your clothes here."

Edie stood in shock as Mike and Martin calmly disrobed. The woman with Mike slipped off her dress to show off a deep green leather corset similar to the ones they wore.

Mike looked at them.

"Girls!" he said sharply, "Don't keep me waiting."

Chantal had already taken off her dress and was helping Edie. The attendant handed him two leashes.

"Have a good time. Remember the rules."

They walked through he double doors into a very well decorated night club. The music was muted, the furnishing tasteful, and all the patrons were naked or nearly so. Conservatively dressed waitresses circulated, making sure champange flutes were topped or more serious drinks were refilled.

"What is this place?" asked Edie, as both she and Chantal crowded up against him.

"It's a bondage club. Very exclusive and very private. I want you to stay close. If you get off the leash, it's a signal you are available. Anyone who can leash you gets to keep you for the duration of the evening, and some of these people are not pleasant."

They were led to a very nice booth, a large semicircular couch facing the floor.

The table was plexiglass, thick and clear. There were no legs. It was suspended from the ceiling by four metal, intertwined bars. Edie was soon to find out why.

She looked around. The patrons ranged from exceptionally attractive to vulgar.

They got a good bit of attention. Martin was almost as well endowed as Mike, and with three beautiful women in tow they stood out.

People approached their table, offering to exchange submissives. They politely refused, saying they were new and needed to get acclimated first. Despite disappointed looks, no one pressed.

The atmosphere was getting to the men. Mike tugged gently on their leashes and pointed down. His erection was magnified by the table.

Chantal instantly slid down underneath the table and started. He looked at Edie with a raised eyebrow. The woman with Martin was bobbing rapidly, her pale skin contrasting sharply with his darkness.

She looked around. Patrons had stopped and were watching, many making approving comments. She felt a tug on her leash and turned to see his frown. She slid down quickly, gently pushing Chantal to the side. She made a show of it, sliding slowly down to the base, sliding even more slowly back up, swirling and licking for a second before repeating the process. 

She glanced up on an upstroke to see Chantal taking Martin down her throat while the redhead nibbled on her nipples. Soon she felt a nudge, and she moved over and let her have a turn. Soon she grew impatient, pulled her off and pushed her to the floor, straddled her head, and went back to pleasing Mike. The redhead was obediently licking and sucking. Between her servicing, the thrill of performing before a group of people, and Mike beginning to hold her head and thrust urgently, she had one of the biggest orgasms of her life.

Mike groaned and filled her mouth. She swallowed a bit, but held most of it. Martin was just behind Mike, and Edie grabbed Chantal and they shared, slipping it back and forth before leaning over the redhead, opening up and letting it dribble into her mouth. She looked up, hearing cheers and applause. There was about fifty people gathered around, and they were on every TV screen in the club. Apparently every booth was wired with cameras and sound. They could be turned off for privacy.

A voice came over a sound system, speaking in several languages before switching to English.

"Congratulations table seventeen! Quite erotic, wouldn't you agree?"

There was a smattering of applause from those who understood the language. Edie and Chantal glowed, pridefully. Martin and Mike just smiled and waved.

Mike slipped a finger in both women, pleased how wet they were.

"Enjoying this, my pets?"

Chantal licked his hand while Edie smiled.

Edie was amazed at the traffic by their table. A few offered to buy them from Mike. She was shocked when a man of middle eastern look offered him five hundred thousand for the pair, or three fifty for Edie. Mike politely declined the offers, taking their cards should he change his mind.

After a few drinks, they were escorted to the restrooms. He gave the leashes to one of the attendants and she escorted them in and out, returning the leashes.

"What would have happened if I had went alone?"

Mike looked grim.

"You would probably be on a plane to parts unknown by now. I'm not exaggerating. These people play by different rules."

Chantal was wriggling in her seat, watching Martin fuck his redhead on the table. They had fondled Mike erect, and he effortlessly lifted her to his waist and impaled her. Soon she was bouncing up and down, grunting, while Mike had a discussion with another patron about Edies' nipple size. Mike allowed him to suck them hard to prove his point. Between that and Mike fingering her relentlessly she came with a scream.

He lifted Chantal off and slid Edie on, coming with a grunt ten minutes later. She slid down under the table, nearly comatose, only to have Chantal lick her clean. She actually did pass out for a few moments. 

She came to her senses, seeing Chantal snuggled against Mike's legs. Deciding it look comforting, she snuggled into the other side, holding her hand.

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By then the smell of sex overwhelmed the room. Every imaginable combination of people and acts were in progress all over the room. There were more rooms throughout the club, but Mike had warned her sternly. 

"You do not want to see what goes on in those rooms."

Occasionally over the noise of the club, a scream would pierce the air. Some would actually applaud at the sound.

Again a voice came over the speakers. When it got to English they listened intently.

"Attention, attention please. For anyone wishing to participate in The Run, it will commence in thirty minutes. A list of the rules will be distributed. Anyone having property they wish to keep private should escort them to the Playroom, where they will be attended to until you return. Thank you." 

Confused, Martin asked a hostess for an explanation. They were immediately intrigued and decided to pay the fee and participate.

Chantal, Edie, and the redhead Clara were turned over to attendants and led to a large room. Every leash was tethered to rings in the wall. There were low benches for them to sit, and attendants circulated constantly with small whips. They could hear a lash and a grunt occasionally. It kept unacceptable behavior to a minimum.

"What's going on?" Edie asked the athletic looking young man beside her, noting the whip marks and the cock cage.

"You're new to this aren't you?" he said, smiling.

She nodded.

"The Run is held once a year. Anyone with a submissive they wish to enter registers. At the appointed time, all entrants are gathered and released into this maze of warehouses. Twenty minutes later the hunters are released. Any submissive they capture belongs to them for twenty four hours. You're allowed three captures, but no one has gotten that many for years."

They sat for over an hour before being led back. Martin and Mike came back to the table, laughing.

Mike had an attractive black girl on a leash and what appeared to be a small oriental woman over his shoulder. Martin was carrying a small woman with large breasts on his hip like a child. She was four foot eight they discovered later. He was leading a man with his leash. He was dwarfed between the two men, being only five eight. 

A nearby hostess gave them leashes, and soon the whole group was situated around the table. They turned them over to the girls with strict orders to keep them there, and went looking for their owners. It was easy to find them, the collars all had table numbers on them.

They exchanged information about where they would be for the next twenty four hours, and got information on any restrictions or special qualities they might have.

They drank another round of drinks, watching as the black girl and the small woman ate each other out under the table.

Then they went back to the reception room, retrieved their clothes, and went back to their suite.

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The next twenty four hours passed in a series of disjointed segments for Edie.

They slept for a few hours, had room service bring up a huge breakfast. Afterwards, she and Chantal ended up with the black girl and the small man. They were serviced by both, and then they took turns using a strapon on both.

She glimpsed Mike with the tiny girl, standing upright and effortlessly bounced her on his cock while she moaned and screamed. Later she saw him with the small oriental, slamming into her doggie style. It was then she got a full view and saw she was a transsexual. She also saw the look on Mike's face. He looked sad and alone for just a second. She had a flash of intuition.

"He still loves Shanna" she thought, before she got distracted by the petite woman sucking on her nipples.

At the very end, she found herself sucking on Mike while Martin pounded her from behind. Filled to capacity by two huge cocks, she almost passed out.

When the owners called to retrieve their property they found all exhausted. They gave them a generous tip, complimenting their training.

Martin talked privately with the owner of the transsexual, and bought her, arranging for her to be delivered to his home in Atlanta.

"Are you going to work her?" Mike asked on the plane back home.

"No. I finally see some of the attraction you had for your ex. I know it was her training, but she was desperate to please me, and acted like the sun revolved around me. I'll keep her until I get bored, then I don't know. It might be years before I get rid of her."

They were on a private jet and stopped in Atlanta to let Martin off before going home to San Francisco. When they were airborne again the girls snuggled up to him.

"Did you have a good time Edie?"

"This trip was so unusual I have nothing to compare it to. Yes, I enjoyed it, but for the first time in my life I know what the expression 'all fucked out' means."

She squeezed his hand.

"But it will be burned into my memory for one thing. I finally became your property."

She rubbed the back of her neck, feeling the bandaid and the stubble from the small strip of hair that had to be shaved off. Underneath the bandaid was a small tattoo, an almost exact replica of the one on Chantal.

They arrived back at home. He took the girls home and they spent the weekend mostly sleeping.

The next day Edie was subdued. Mike was playing in her hair, swirling it through his fingers.

"What's on your mind, Edie?"

"Just wondering things. Do you buy and sell humans as casually as those in Belgium?"



"Martin does, to a point. Not my scene, really. What I did to Chantal was about the worse thing I've ever done to anyone. I tend to buy people with kindness. It's how I got you, after all."

She wriggled around until she displaced Chantal on his lap. Chantal sank beside them, content.

"Do we need to get tested? I'm a little worried. It never occurred to me until this morning."

"We don't need to, but it would probably be a good idea. Everyone is required to submit monthly health certificates. And before you asked, we did. That's one of the reasons blood was drawn before we left."

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They went over Sunday for Edie to collect Stanley.

Angie had promised her she wouldn't know 'her'.

Angie had him wait in a bedroom until they were settled on the couch.

"I didn't know how far you got in her training, but I saw where you were going and I nudged her a little harder. I think you'll be pleased."

She called out, "Dolly, come here."

"Dolly" walked into the living room and twirled. Edie knew her mouth was hanging open.

She had on a tight red corset that pushed her small breasts up and together. Her nipples had been pierced and small hoops were inserted. A small gold chain ran between them. There was a tight red skirt, barely wider than a belt. She was in gartered hose, and four inch heels. Completely shaven, something silver glittered between her legs when she twirled. She was holding a translucent vibrator.

Angie gushed, patting her bottom.

"Isn't she just the cutest thing ever? Dolly, show your Mistress your jewelery."

She walked her over to Edie and Mike.

"Look here" she cooed, lifting her skirt.

Instead of a cock cage, his penis had been measured, soft of course, and a jeweler had made a silver sleeve that was custom fitted to him. As long as it was on he couldn't get hard. It was held in place by two small hex screws. It was decorated, and had a space like one would see on an old fashion ID bracelet. Angie proudly held it up so they could read it, putting Dolly up on her toes.

"Dolly, owned by Mistress Edie."

"We could put your phone number on it, you know, in case she wanders off."

Edie felt her nipples harden with power. She had no problem calling him 'her'. Her husband gone, the last vestiges locked away in a silver cock cage. She looked at the vibrator Dolly was holding.

"What's that for?"

Angie beamed.

"Tell them, Dolly. And show them as well."

With no shame, she looked them in the eye.

"It's my lollipop. I'm to suck on it, for pleasure and practice. Watch."

She took the seven inch dildo and slid it into her mouth all the way and pulled it back out slowly, before plunging it rapidly in and out several times. She was looking at Mike's crotch the whole time.

Mike couldn't help asking.

"How is she with the real thing?"

Angie looked at Edie.

"If I may?"

Edie nodded her head, fascinated.

Angie snapped her fingers.

"Dolly, come."

She immediately dropped to all fours and crawled over, leaning against her thigh. She snapped her fingers twice more.

Dolly didn't hesitate, reaching under her skirt, fondling the eight inch cock under it. When it was hard, she slid it down her thighs and helped her step out of it.

They watched fascinated as Dolly worked on it, plunging it deep, stopping to fondle and lick her balls occasionally before going back to work. She went at a steady pace until Angie tapped her head twice. She immediately built up speed until Angie gripped her hair and stiffened. Dolly sank back on her knees.

"Show them" she commanded. Dolly crawled over to the couch and opened her mouth, showing it filled with cum.

"good girl, you may swallow now."

She made a production of it, swirling it around, allowing some to touch her lips before sucking it back in before she swallowed it all, opening her mouth to show it was gone.

Angie gave her a rhinestone encrusted collar and matching leash. She also gave her a small hex key on a silver chain. It was to unlock his cage when she felt the need.

"Thank you so much for letting me help train her. If you need help or want me to finish, just call. I've become quite fond of her."

She and Chantal rode in the back seat of her SUV on the way back to the apartment. Edie looked back and could have sworn they had their heads together giggling. Her head was aching slightly, wondering what type of rabbit hole she had fallen into.

It didn't stop her from using the strapon that night to take her virginity, the last barrier to total femdon.

She woke later to feel them snuggled under her arms. She hugged them tighter and went back to sleep.

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Mike was sleeping peacefully, alone, when his cell phone rang at three in the morning. He looked at the time as he reached for his phone. It was never good news this late at night.

"Mike? Mike, I need you. Kevin isn't supposed to last the night. Will you come?"

"Kathryn?"

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The next segment will be in the Mature section. My wife says my pen name should have been square peg round hole, because most everything I write doesn't always fit exactly in the section I aim for. It's just the way I am.

As always, comments desired, votes appreciated.

QHML1



Mrs. Montrose



I need your keys to my house, and my ring back, please."

Her world started collapsing at that moment.

"Wait, wait! I'm not moving, and I'm not giving my ring back! We need to talk."

He came around the desk.

"You talked, I reacted. Talking is over. Ring. NOW!"

She had never heard that tone of voice from him. No love, just anger, cold, deep, anger. She closed her hand into a fist, terrified.

"No, honey, no, no........."

She fought as best she could, but he was not to be denied. He gave up on the ring temporarily, grabbed the waistband of her pants, and pulled. The buttons flew off and the zipper broke. He pulled, and they fell to her ankles. If he was angry before, he was in a rage now.

"You know how I feel about pantyhose", he said in a cold, dispassionate voice.

Tossing her on the large conference table he stripped her of her hose and panties with one hand, holding her down with the other as she struggled. He let go of her, tearing the pantyhose in two. Before she could react he had one half tied around her wrists, the other half around her mouth, after he stuffed her panties in.

He pulled her jacket down, further immobilizing her. He yanked her blouse open, causing buttons to fly everywhere, then pulling her bra up, exposing her small breasts. He caressed them softly before pinching a nipple savagely. She screamed into her gag.

"I'm gonna miss these" he said sadly, "And this" as he stroked her bare bottom. Despite the situation, Shanna felt her arousal, wiggling in spite of herself. Maybe a good romp would calm him down.

"Oh, want a goodbye fuck?"

The cold way way he said it took away her desire. She heard his zipper slide, and felt him position himself between her legs. Usually a gentle lover, readying her with small strokes, this time he plunged all the way to the hilt in one thrust.

She tried to scream as his ten inches impaled her, but it came out as a gurgle. He was sawing in and out of her savagely. She realized they weren't making love, he was simply fucking her.

His talking made it even more humiliating.

"Enjoy this, bitch, it's the last time. I've ruined you, you know? A man with an average cock will never be able to satisfy you. Then again, any adult site should have a toy that will work.

I want you to think about it every time a small cock or cold plastic slides into you, knowing it could have been me."

Her body betrayed her, starting to move with him. He stopped immediately, buried in her.

"Oh no, bitch, you don't get to have fun. This is for me, not you."

Keeping her impaled, he methodically began to spank her, slow steady strokes that increased in force as he went. Soon the pain was agonizing, and her bottom glowed red. After what seemed an eternity, he stopped and began moving in her again, gaining speed. She grunted in pain every time he bottomed out. With a lunge that lifted her off the table he came, hard spurts that seemed to last forever.

Pulling out, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to his desk, throwing her to the floor, where she lay sobbing. He fixed his pants and sat down, putting his foot on her throat.

"Move or make a noise, and I crush your throat."

She lay there, terrified. 

He picked up the phone and starting making calls.

The first was to his banker.

"Bob, I need you to move some accounts around for me. The joint savings account Shanna and I have needs to be closed out. She only contributed a fourth, but I'm feeling generous. Take a third and open an account in just her name, she'll be in to sign any necessary papers later. Also, take her name off any card we have that isn't in her name alone."

After the call he opened a desk drawer and showed her some pictures of a house he was thinking about purchasing. He held them close.

"Look at it good, you cunt. This was going to be our house. It had everything you said you wanted in a home. That was what the savings account was for, to use on our new house. I foolishly thought it would mean more to you if part of the money you earned would be used to help pay for it."

She just lay there, sobbing quietly.

He pulled out more papers. They were from an adoption agency that specialized in same sex couples. He held them to her face. The pain made his voice crack.

"I did the groundwork, bitch. We were already approved, a boy and a girl, preferably brother and sister. You killed their dream today too."

He literally screamed and tore the paperwork to pieces.

His next call was to the super in his largest apartment building.

"Mario, do we have any two bedroom units available? Good. Someone will be moving in today.

No, a single woman, but she needs the room, you wouldn't believe the amount of clothes and shit she has. She'll be moving in tonight, if you can make it happen. Thanks."

Finally he called a moving company.

"I need this done today, I'll pay any extra you require. Someone will meet you at the house to let you in and show you what needs to be moved. Make sure you take it all. Thank you."

He looked down at her, she was almost in shock.

"Time for you to give me the ring back."

She roused, fighting with all her strength , but in the end the ring was in his hand, and she had a skinned knuckle. He went through a door, he actually had a small suite, with a bedroom and bath, for the many times in his past he had stayed overnight. They kept some spare clothes there, their lovemaking sometimes resulted in torn garments. He came back in and threw a skirt on the table, bending over to untie her.

"Goodbye bitch. I can't believe I loved you. I'm going back into the suite. Be dressed and gone before I come back out. Do not try to talk to me now or in the future. You're good at your job and it isn't in jeopardy, but we won't have any direct contact any longer. Make sure you do well, you're gonna need this job. Remember, from now on you're on your own financially."

He untied her hands and stood by the door, looking into her eyes, before he passed through and left her on the floor.

She untied the gag, spitting the panties out. Rushing to the door, she pounded on it and begged him to talk to her. The door remained closed. After several minutes the voice of his assistant came through the speaker phone.

"Miss Jones, Mr. Hogue has asked me to tell you that unless you leave the office in the next five minutes, security will be called. Please Miss Jones, don't be difficult."

Bowing her head, she accepted her fate. she picked up the skirt and donned it. She tried to fix her makeup in the bathroom, but tears finally defeated her. She called her best friend and assistant to help her back to her office.

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Suzie Qwan was furious. How dare he treat Shanna in such a way! She was emotionally shattered, as near as she could tell from her own actions. What the hell was she thinking? She strongly suspected that bitch Chantal was the cause of all this, she had told Shanna she didn't trust her.

But still, to abuse her so badly shocked her. Her bottom was starting to go from red to purple. Suzie had her lying on her stomach in her office, cooling balm spread thickly to minimize pain. It didn't seem to be helping.

Shanna was sobbing her heart out, and Suzie snapped. Mr. big bad Mike needed a lesson. A black belt in the Cantonese version of martial arts, she thought she would be more than a match for him. As far as she knew he hadn't practiced martial arts in ten years.

It soon became apparent how wrong she was. Mike had not only kept up his training, he was a seventh degree black belt, working out and receiving instruction two to three times weekly.

Hoping to use the element of surprise, she leapt over the desk, hitting him squarely in the chest and sending him flying. Suzie went to press the advantage and was shocked when he rolled to his feet in a defensive posture, ignoring the kick. The fight was brief and desperate, but his size and training won out. Catching her leg as she delivered a kick, he twirled, using her momentum to slam her into the wall about three feet off the floor. She slid down, semi-conscious.

Watching as he checked on his assistant, she felt a shiver of fear. His face seemed cast in stone as he closed the door.

She tried to mount a defense, but it was useless.

Soon she too had her pantyhose torn in two, her hands tied and her mouth stuffed with panties and tied off with hose. He stood over her.

"Suzie, Suzie, I liked you, but you shouldn't interfere in things not your business. Yes, I beat the hell out of her. Call it even for breaking my heart. You know she told me she didn't want kids, and the engagement was off? She even said she wanted to see other men."

Suzie wanted to tell him he was wrong, but all she could do was grunt around the gag.

"Stop trying to defend her. You're a loyal friend, and she's going to need you in the near future, so I'm not gonna fire you for attacking me. But you need to be punished for interfering.

How about I give you what I gave her, think that would make us even?"

Her eyes filled with the vision of Shanna's bruised bottom, and she began to struggle. He had her face down on the conference table, holding her steady with one hand. Her skirt was split halfway up the seam during the fight. He grabbed and pulled, and it split all the way to the waistband. He flipped it up, exposing her bare ass. She was screaming into the gag by now.

He rubbed up and down her bottom, gently.

"You have a very nice ass, Suzie, almost as pretty and well shaped as Shanna's. I fucked the hell out of her first, think I should do the same to you? Think you can take my cock? I'm sure Shanna has bragged about my cock before, want to see it?"

She tried to move but he held her firmly by her wrists. Slowly he pulled her head around and she was inches from his cock. She could smell the musky odor. Her eyes filled in terror. He could split her in half!

"Wanna kiss it? See how long it would take to work it down your throat? Or maybe I should just ram it down, either way before it's over, my balls would be dangling off your chin."

His coming erection fueled her terror. He rubbed it across her cheeks, dragging it over her lips a couple of times.

He pulled back, caressing her ass, literally lifting her up as his hand slide underneath her.

"Hmmm, smooth as a baby's bottom. Feels great. But that's not what we want, is it?"

He slowly slid his hand from underneath her, moving across her wet slit, brushing her clit and then her asshole, where his finger lingered. Despite being terrified, she was extremely aroused.

She was ordered to spread her legs, and she obeyed, half from lust and half from terror.

He leaned over her and pushed her long black hair over her neck, exposing the right side of her face and neck. He whispered to her between nibbles and licks of her ear and neck.

"I'm not gonna force you to fuck me, that would be wrong. But I am going to punish you, and if you decide you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask. Ready now?"

Hell no she wasn't ready, she was terrified.

His hand continued to caress her ass, dipping down to her slit, slipping in for a stroke or two before traveling back up her cheeks. When he rubbed her hardened little nub, she moaned and thrust back.

"Ready, I see." He chuckled as he slid first one, then two of his long thick fingers into her pussy. She gasped through the gag. She was filled. and it was only two fingers.

He took his thumb and moistened it with her twat, moving up to her asshole, circling it until it suddenly slipped in. She was moaning as he put the two fingers back inside her, making a little gripping motion, stroking her g spot from two different sides while at the same time flicking her clit with a third finger. She was so far lost in her lust the first two blows didn't register, but as the speed and impact increased the pain became intense.

Between the blows and the fingers she was practically dancing on his hand. Suddenly she stiffened, and squirted. He immediately removed his fingers and spread the moisture over her bruised bottom, rubbing gently.

When he was done he cut the hose holding her hands, giving her the same treatment as he had Shanna, going out of the room while she gathered herself and left.

She staggered out of the office, bruised cheek, swelling lips, and dripping pussy. She held her skirt together to keep from flashing her ass, and hobbled off, to the wide eyed amazement of his assistant.

To her shame, she knew if the gag had been out she would have been begging him to fuck her after the first five minutes.

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Mrs. Montrose sat at the desk, almost in terror. She thought about leaving a few times, but needed the job desperately. After an hour Mr. Hogue came out.

"Mrs....Montrose, is it? Could you come in and bring your lap top? Maybe we can actually get some business done now."

She stood, but hesitated. He noticed.

"Come, come, Mrs. Montrose. Unless you've broken my heart today or tried to attack me, you'll be quite safe. Leave the door open if you like."

Bracing herself, she went in.

The conference table was sideways, chairs knocked everywhere. Two lamps lay broken on the carpet, and one blind was ruined.

He righted the chairs and straightened the table, motioning her to sit.

"First order of business, get maintenance up here in the morning to replace the lamps and the blind. Now let's see if we can reschedule my appointments. Give them my apologies and tell them I'll be available at their leisure. With me so far?"

"Yes sir. You had three meetings scheduled. I checked your calender and gave them dates you would be available. Jones and Stein will be in next Tuesday at three. Keyway Builders said anytime was fine, so I put them down for ten Wednesday. Mr. Ware said his schedule during the day would be difficult the next three weeks, but if you could take a dinner meeting anytime is fine. It seemed the most time sensitive. You have a tentative reservation at La Scalia next Monday at seven, pending your confirmation. He said he loved Italian. All pending your approval, sir."

Mike looked at her in amazement.

"Very good, Mrs. Montrose. Well done. Pull up the Anderson file. Let's see what we can offer him."

She blushed.

"I don't have the codes. Being a temp, I'm blocked out."

Mike didn't say a word, reached over to his desk, and produced a small card.

"These are the access codes. They change every three days, and are determined by me alone. Commit them to memory and destroy the card, understand? I have six people working in shifts to make sure we're not compromised. In the high end world of real estate, like everything else, confidentiality is key."

She felt honored.

They worked companionably for awhile when he noticed the time.

"I apologize, Mrs. Montrose. You should have already been home. If you stay a little longer, I'll pay you and buy dinner. Deal?"

She agreed, uncertainly. He saw it right away.

"Mrs. Montrose, I like what I see so far. Two things I expect from my employees above all else. Honesty when I ask a question, even if I don't like the answer. It will never affect any working relationship I have. Second, I demand absolute loyalty. If you can't do those things I'll ask for another temp tomorrow. Now, do you have a problem working over?"

She nodded.

"I don't have a car. If I don't leave soon I'll miss the last bus of the evening. I live forty blocks away."

He nodded.

"Thank you for honesty. Pick something for dinner, your choice. The menus for my favorite restaurants are on your laptop. I'll see you get home. If you have a license, I'll get a company car for you. Just return it tomorrow."

She called home and left a message, her husband wasn't home. He didn't have a job. Most likely at the bar.

She chose Indian, then reconsidered, remembering his ex fiance was half Indian, and ordered Italian instead. She told them who it was for, and asked if they knew his favorites. They did, and promised a forty five minute delivery.

They returned to work. She was astute, asking the right questions and after a little, offering a tentative suggestion. The suggestion wasn't feasible, and instead of telling her no he explained in more detail, and she understood.

The food arrived and she signed for it, adding the tip to the bill. She was staggered at the cost.

They ate at the conference table. He complimented her choices, and in the spirit of honesty told him she asked for his favorites. The restaurant sent two bottles of chianti, and they emptied one during dinner.

He sat back afterwards and eyed her speculatively.

"Any questions about this afternoon?"

She sighed.

"Lots, but it's none of my business, and if it doesn't concern me, I don't need to know."

"Diplomatic yet honest. You continue to surprise me, Mrs. Montrose. Short story, I lost my fiance this afternoon, and her assistant took exception. I'm sure you saw most of the..um..discussion."

"Yes, I'm sorry about the fiancee. I won't presume to offer an opinion. I'm sure you're in a lot of pain. Still, if you ever want an opinion from someone who doesn't know the players, I'm available."

He actually told her a little about Shanna, their relationship and how it started, and his sadness at losing her. She listened.

"No compromise? Do you want to talk to her more?"

His cold gaze shocked her.

"None. There's nothing to talk about. As I said before, I tend to deal in absolutes. You're either with me, or you're not."

"Surely you understand everyone makes a mistake once in awhile."

She was trying to get him to soften his attitude.

His tone was one of finality.

"A mistake is denting the car, forgetting dinner or an appointment, or ordering the wrong item off Ebay. A mistake is not looking at the man you're supposed to marry and say you don't want to get married right now, or have children together, or see other people."

She had no response to that.

He opened the other bottle, poured two more glasses, and raised his.

"To regrets."

She raised her glass in return.

"To regrets."

Something in her tone caught his attention.

"Do you have any regrets, Mrs. Montrose?"

She looked down.

"Many. As bad as your life is right now, at least you can feel alive, not run down and useless."

"Are you, Mrs. Montrose? Run down and useless?"

He looked at her speculatively.

"My husband thinks I am, useless that is, and I definitely feel run down. Life has not been kind to me the last few years."

He looked her over, making a decision.

"Stand up, Mrs. Montrose."

She looked up sharply, recognizing the tone of command. Slowly she stood.

"Go over and lock the door, come back here and stand in front of me."

He had gotten up and was leaning casually against the table. For reasons she couldn't understand, she obeyed. She stood silently as he inspected her.

"Put your hands on top of your head and turn completely around. Do it now."

Edie didn't know if it was the wine, the day, or the situation, but she did as he ordered. Knowing it made her breasts stand out, she twirled slowly.

"Very good Mrs. Montrose. Keep your hands up. I'd like to make a few observations. Tell me how close I am."

He paused, thinking.

"You're of above average in intelligence, your skills seem past that of a professional assistant.

At one time in the not so distant past I feel you had a position of power, and was good at your job.

Your clothes, while presentable, are at least two years out of date. They fit you a little too snugly, you've gained what, fifteen or so pounds since you bought them. How accurate am I?"

She was shocked he could surmise so much.

"Very. Three years ago I was an office/human resources manager for a small manufacturing firm up north. The recession got me. I haven't been able to find anything close to what I had since.




Mrs. Montrose



These clothes did fit me much better them, I've gained eighteen pounds, stress, poor diet, and lack of exercise."

She was facing away from him while she talked, acutely aware of her position but unwilling to move until he said so. She jumped slightly when she felt his hands on her neck, then shoulders.

They slid slowly down, reaching around to cup her breasts lightly for just a second, before sliding down across her ass and down to her knees.

"Hmmm. Panty hose, functional bra, full cut panties. I'll bet they're white. How long has it been since you wore something sexy instead of functional?"

"A while. And they're pink."

"Pink?"

"yes, my panties, they're pink."

She could almost feel his smile.

"I stand corrected, although I may just verify that later. Put your hands down, Mrs. Montrose, sit down and tell me your story."

Gratefully, she put her hands down and pulled out a chair.

"Not a very original one, I'm afraid. We, my husband and I, both worked at the same place. He was production manager. We fell in love, married.

We were classic DINKs, dual income, no kids. We made good money, so we bought a bigger house than we needed. Bought a bunch of toys. He had a truck, a motorcycle, a boat, and a four wheeler.

I had a high end SUV and a cute little sports car. We traveled, threw parties. Life was good."

"Then the economy collapsed. We had to let go of a couple people in the office and had to take over their jobs. Production dropped drastically.

My husband got demoted to line manager at reduced pay. It was either that or be laid off."

"First we sold off the toys. The boat, the four wheeler, the motorcycle, my SUV. It helped, but not much."

"Then he got laid off while I was was working sixty five hours a week on reduced salary. We lost the house. Then the plant closed. We sold his truck and took the little severance pay and 401 we cashed out, and moved here, looking for better things. All I can find is temp work, and he hasn't worked anywhere in a year. We barely make the rent and power. His unemployment runs out in three months. If he doesn't have a job by then I don't know what's gonna happen."

"Does your husband have any prospects?"

She shrugged in frustration.

"I can't say with any certainty if he is even looking."

He nodded.

"Stress effects people differently. Bring me his resume, I know and meet a lot of different people. Maybe someone will have something for him."

He changed subjects abruptly.

"How's your love life? Must be banging around like monkeys with all that spare time."

She grimaced.

"That may have been so the first six months, but I can honestly say it's probably been over eight months. Not due to me, he just isn't interested."

"That's bullshit, Mrs. Montrose. All men are interested in sex, even the ones too old or incapable. It's how we're wired. He just needs to get motivated."

"Maybe" she said sadly, "it's been so long if someone brushes against me in the bus my nipples get hard."

It hit her what she had said and she blushed furiously.

She failed to see the gleam in his eyes. He filled her glass once again, and sat companionably while she drank. He reached out when the glass was almost empty and took it gently.

"Stand up, Mrs. Montrose. I'm about to give you a gift."

"What kind of gift?" she asked almost shyly.

"The gift of a man appreciating the assets of an attractive woman. Take off your jacket and blouse, please. Place them on the chair."

They stared into each others' eyes for a moment before she recognized the dominant force, and removed her jacket and blouse, standing before him in just a bra and skirt. She had a fleeting regret it wasn't the pink wonder bra in the back of her dresser.

"Very good, Mrs. Montrose. Hold your arms out, please."

Her arms seemed to rise of their own accord.

He stepped behind her, unclipping the bra and removing it, to join the clothes already on the table. Her breasts sagged slightly but were still firm, her nipples standing out proud and hard. He reached around and cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples slowly and firmly. She moaned and almost sagged down.

He sat in a chair and had her stand in front of him while he worshipped her breasts with his mouth and tongue. sucking hard and nipping softly. She was emitting squeaks and moans, at one time cradling his head in both her arms as he continued to tease and torment her. He finally released her.

"Skirt, hose, panties, on the table, now."

She seemed to be in a hypnotic state, moving slowly. The skirt, hose and panties were soon on the table. He had her place her hands on her head again and twirl for him once more. She was suddenly ashamed of her full bush, she hadn't trimmed it in almost a year. He didn't comment, except to say she was as beautiful as he thought she would be. Her whole body glowed with pride.

He held up her pantyhose.

"I know you don't know it, but I have a severe aversion to pantyhose. Can't stand the garment. Shall I show you how I used the last two pair I came in contact with?"

He ripped them in two. She was still shaking and shuddering from her near orgasm because of the breast play. She would have done anything for him at that particular moment.

He quickly bound her hands behind her. Then he gagged her with the other half. Without any seeming effort he lifted her by her waist and sat her on the table.

At five nine and one sixty, she was by no means a small woman. She was suitably impressed.

He sat beside her on the table, stroking her gently, talking into her ear.

"You're a very attractive woman, Mrs. Montrose. There probably isn't a man in this building who wouldn't bed you if he had the chance."

He bent down and nipped a breast, but not hard enough to make a mark. He slid a hand down, rubbing her tummy just above her hair line in slow, concentric circles. It felt like he left a trail of goosebumps every time.

He spread her legs and dropped between them, nipping and licking up and down her inner thighs, stopping just above the knee and just below her her throbbing sex. Moisture was already evident.

He kissed closer and closer, finally making contact with her slit, licking rapidly up to her swollen clit, which he sucked into his mouth firmly, rolling his tongue around it constantly.

To her surprise she climaxed instantly, strongly.

By the time she got her senses back she realized he hadn't slowed his assault, adding two fingers to go with his tongue. A minute later she came so hard she almost lost consciousness.

When she regained her senses he had released her, moving her slowly to the bathroom, so she could freshen up. He closed the door behind her gently, leaving her standing confused, staring into her flushed face and heaving chest in the mirror.

"Why didn't he fuck me?" she though abstractedly as she cleaned the juices off her legs.

He was sitting at his desk, face buried in his hands when she returned. She knelt beside him, uncertain, before rubbing his thigh and edging towards his cock. He reached down gently and stopped her.

"No, Mrs. Montrose, this was about you. Thank you for letting me appreciate you. Perhaps you'd like to go now, it seems I've gotten a bit maudlin."

The last thing she wanted to do was leave this man when he was in so much pain. She clasped his hand in both hers and lay her head on his thigh.

He idly ruffled her hair with his other hand. She felt him shaking, and risked a glance up, to have a tear drop on her face. She looked back down, sure he wouldn't want her to see his tears flow.

They spent perhaps thirty minutes in silence, before he shook himself and helped her up.

"Time for you to go home, Mrs. Montrose. We have to work tomorrow. And Mrs. Montrose, thank you. Please don't mention this to anyone."

"I would die first" she said with conviction.

He looked in her eyes.

"I believe you. Once again, thank you. Now, let's get you home."

While she dressed he called for a car.

"Carlos, what vehicles do we have available?"

"We've got two sedans, two vans, and the town car. Which do you want ready?"

"The town car, and get a driver, if you can."

"I'll do it boss, it's almost time for me to leave anyway."

"Thank you, Carlos. I owe you one. She'll be out front in about twenty minutes. Make sure she get safely inside before you leave her."

"Got it boss. I'll be waiting."

He looked over at her while she adjusted her clothes.

"There will be a black town car outside the building. Your driver is Carlos. He'll see you safely home. Goodnight, Mrs. Montrose."

...............................................

The car was just where he said it would be. A slender man opened the door for her.

"Good evening, Mrs. Montrose."

She seemed surprised.

"How did you know who I was?"

He grinned. "Mike called and described you. Now, are you ready?"

She nodded and slid into the back seat.

"Have you been working for Dream Realty long?"

He answered without turning round.

"Four years. It's the best job I've ever had. I usually don't drive. I'm in charge of the company vehicles. I was a motor pool sergeant in the service so this comes naturally."

She leaned back, luxuriating in the feel of the leather.

"Do you drive Mike often?"

"Not often, he usually drives himself. I tend to drive him personally when he needs a car."

She was fishing.

"What kind of man is he?"

There was an uncomfortable silence before he spoke.

"He's the kind of man that appreciates someone who minds their own business. You'll find very few willing to discuss him."

She sighed.

"I'd like to say I didn't mean to pry, but that would be a lie. I'm working through a temp service and I would really like to make this job permanent. I'm impressed with what I see. I'd like to stay. Got any advice?"

He smiled in the rear view mirror.

"Do the best job you can. His old assistant was with him from the beginning. She was twenty years older, and became his conscience and mother figure. She could make him do things he normally wouldn't do, and he would thank her later. He had a rough childhood, she kept him human. She had to move because of the health of her husband. He took it hard."

"You're too young to mother him, but if you learn to anticipate his needs and mood you'll be ahead of the game. The first two temps were too young and he didn't take them seriously. The last one was just over thirty, and she was husband hunting. She made a play for him, but nothing came between him and his girlfriend. She set her sights on some of the others, but he had enough and got rid of her. I hope you work out, Mrs. Montrose."

"Thank you for your advice, Carlos. And please, call me Edie. One more thing, what time does he start working? He's always there when I arrive, it makes me feel like I'm playing catch up."

Carlos grimaced.

"He was almost a workaholic before Shanna. Even now, he's there by seven thirty most days."

"Damn, that's too early for my bus route!"

Carlos made a decision he hoped he wouldn't regret.

"I go right by here on my way to work every morning. If you can be ready, I can pick you up by seven."

He liked her smile.

"Carlos, I think we are going to be good friends! Thank you so much. I'll be waiting."

..............................................

She was, coming out the door when she saw him pull up. She sat up front.

"Too formal as friends for me to sit in the back." she said in explanation. He stopped at a bagel shop. She looked askance.

"He likes pumpernickel and whole wheat, with lots of cream cheese."

She was already opening the door.

"Coffee too? And what's your favorite?"

"Blueberry, and no, he has a pot in his office. He's kind of a gourmet blend junkie."

She felt immense satisfaction at the the look on his face when he arrived. She had the day's schedule laid out on his desk, the coffee brewed, and the cheese spread on his warm bagel.

His smile was worth the effort.

"Well come on, I'll pour. Cream, sugar?"

She tried to get him to let her pour but he refused.

"You obviously made an effort here. I suspect Carlos had a hand in this. The least I can do is serve you. Pumpernickel or whole wheat?"

They ate in silence, enjoying the moment.

"Mrs. Montrose, you don't have to come in this early."

"A good assistant starts when her boss starts, if not before. End of discussion, okay boss?"

He smiled.

"Discussion closed."

They worked steadily. Shanna called twice, Suzie once. He refused their calls.

They were in his office with the door closed, his signal they were not to be disturbed. He had locked the door in case they tried to barge in. Just before lunch he looked over.

"Mrs. Montrose, do you have on pantyhose?"

She nodded, wondering where this was going.

"Show me."

"Sir?"

"I spoke clearly, Mrs. Montrose. Lift your skirt, show me."

He said it calmly, in a matter of fact voice, but she knew he meant it. For the life of her, she couldn't understand why she was obeying.

She lifted her dress high, exposing herself. He frowned.

"Mrs. Montrose, I'm sure you know by now I have odd proclivities. I hate pantyhose with a passion. Take them off, right now. Give them to me. Panties too."

She obeyed slowly, stepping out of her heels and sliding them down her legs. When she handed them to him he threw them into the waste basket.

"Thank you. If I catch them on you again you won't like it."

Before she could process his words he reached into his pocket and retrieved a money clip. He rolled four hundreds off and handed them to her.

"Since I require something out of the norm, I intend to pay for it. Your new assignment is to take a long lunch, and go shopping. Buy at least five pair of thigh highs, and two pair of stockings and a garter belt. Get the best. If you don't have enough you are to call me and hand the phone to the salesperson. I'll take care of it.

Buy a few pair of prettier panties while you're at it. Wear them back, and rest assured I will inspect. Any questions?"

"Uh, yes, I mean no, I guess I mean...yes sir, I'll complete my new assignment at lunch."

"Good, I'll get someone to drive you. Off you go, now."

In forty five minutes she was standing in Macy's. Carlos drove her personally. As she got out he gave her a message.

"Mike said to forget about the money. Ask for Julie in lingerie, she'll help you."

He said it in a calm voice, like this was an everyday occurrence when you worked for Mike. Maybe it was.

Ninety minutes later she was back in the office. Mike never said a word as they went back to work.

At five they stopped.

"A good day, Mrs. Montrose. Time to stop. I'll see you in the morning. Carlos said if you can leave in the next thirty minutes he'll give you a ride home."

She shut down the computers and tidied her desk. Just before she left she tried to give him back the money he had given her.

"Keep it. Consider it pay for the late hours last night and the early arrival this morning. Good night."

She was almost out the door when he called her back.

"I almost forgot. Show me what I paid for."

She felt her whole body redden as she slowly lifted her skirt. The thigh highs were patterned and seamed, the panties beige lace boyshorts.

She moaned when he caressed her ass.

"Very nice, Mrs. Montrose. Money well spent."

He turned and strode into his little apartment, leaving her still holding her dress up. She felt like she was on fire. It was a long ride home.

It became habit for Carlos to pick her up every morning. They became friends.

She tried to entice her husband with her new lingerie, but he seemed more interested in the ball game and beer to make the effort. He often slept on his recliner. She was becoming more frustrated than ever. Between Mike's caresses and her husbands' disinterest she was about to explode.

Mike finally had to threaten to fire Shanna and Suzie before they would leave him alone. Suzie had moved in with Shanna, to keep an eye on her more than anything else. Shanna railed at Chantal for destroying their relationship.

Mike had not forgotten Chantal, not at all.

.................................................

Almost a month after his breakup he gave Chantal a call.

"Hi. I waited awhile before I called you, out of respect I guess. But now it's time to move on. Are you free for dinner Friday.

"I don't know" she said playfully, "do you like rancho heuvos?"

"Yes, but isn't that a breakfast dish?"

She giggled.

"Yes it is, My muy hombre."

He laughed. 

"I love them."

He took her to the most exclusive restaurant in Mexico City, flying her down. They stayed at the most luxurious condo she had ever seen. They drank two thousand dollar a bottle champagne.

And they made love, for hours. He seemed hell bent on making it the most memorable sex she ever had, and succeeded. After four hours of almost continuous sexual pleasure they rested. He poured her another glass but not one for him. She was smiling at him when her hand relaxed and she dropped the glass to the hardwood floor. She idly wondered why when she lost consciousness.

..................................................

Shanna almost passed out when she answered the door. Martin Coombs, a man Mike considered a brother, stood at the door. Two inches taller than Mike, easily weighing four hundred pounds, black as night. She was terrified of him.

When Mike introduced him, he was the perfect gentleman until he ran out to get more wine.

A minute after Mike went through the door he had her by the throat, backed up against the kitchen counter. 

"Listen bitch, listen good. I love that man more than I do anyone alive. There is nothing, NOTHING, we wouldn't do for each other. T-girls are notoriously fickle, I know from experience.

Hurt him, and nothing in this world can save you. I got a business I can use you in, and when you wear out I'll put you on a street corner until there's nothing left, then I'll kill you, slow. Understand me, nothing can save you, so you better be the best bitch a woman can be for him.

The alternative ain't too rosy for you."

He sat her gently back in her chair, smoothing her clothes and kissing her cheek.

"Glad we had this talk, cleared the air. Now, say you're from England?"

The rest of the night took on a surrealistic quality. She made it a point to be gone whenever he visited, telling Mike to spend all his time with him, because they got together so rarely. Mike loved her for it.

Now he stood there, and Mike wasn't there to protect her. He walked by her and sat on the sofa.

"Bitch, aren't you gonna offer me a beer?"

She got him a Victoria and sat just as far away as she could from him. Suzie came in, noticing her tenseness.

He smiled and introduced himself as Mike's best friend. He seemed so nice, she immediately started pleading with him to help her get them back together. He held his hand up.

"I ain't here for that. Up to me, I'd have the bitch on her back makin' me some coins. Why he still wants to protect her is way beyond my comprehension. I thought the old Mike was back until he gave me this. You're to watch it, then I'm destroying it. It's the only copy. Watch, and then thank whatever god you believe in he still has a little love for you left."

He put the DVD in and sat back.

The first fifteen minutes were a compilation of sex scenes, Mike and Chantal in every conceivable position. Mike licking her pussy, her deep throating him. Her bouncing on his cock, alternately facing each direction, Him penetrating her both doggy and missionary, before slamming it into her ass repeatedly.

There was about three minutes of then cuddling, praising each other. Shanna was weeping pitifully.

Then the scene dissolved, changing locations.




Mrs. Montrose



It was dark, it seemed to be in a warehouse of some kind. There was a person, hanging by her arms from chains in the ceiling. A man walked up and twirled the body to the light. It was Chantal Gomez. She was naked, and a ball gag was in her mouth.

"Wakey, Wakey" said the man gently, tapping her cheeks. Her eyes flew open in terror, garbled noises coming from around the gag.

Mike walked into the frame.

"Good, you're awake. I bet you wonder what's going on, huh. It's simple. You schemed, lied, and manipulated the person I most loved in the world into something I hate. You destroyed my life, Chantal, my one chance at happiness. Why would you do such a mean thing to me? I thought we were friends. What? Oh, sorry, just a minute."

He removed her gag. She immediately started pleading.

"Please, please don't hurt me. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what, Chantal?" He asked gently, stroking her cheek.

"I'm sorry I broke you and Shanna up! Please don't hurt me, I can't take pain."

"Well then, you just made a serious error in judgement. Still didn't answer my question. Why?"

Some of her old confidence came back.

"She didn't deserve you! She was just an air headed sex doll, you needed a real woman, someone to give you babies. I wanted you, and that flat chested little dick girl was in my way."

He shook his head.

"Chantal, Chantal, what in the world makes you think I would want you?"

She was shocked.

"What? Come on, look at me. I got a great body, just made for fucking. I'd be real good for you, baby, and I got something she don't, a real pussy. How can you compare us, she doesn't have a chance against me."

He hefted one of her breasts.

"You mean these saggy sacks of fat?" He slapped her ass. "Or you mean this, this cellulite riddled monstrosity you call an ass? They're both sagging, in five years they'll both almost drag the ground. Not an attractive thought. In five years, Shanna will still have attractive, perky breasts and a cute little ass. You don't have a chance."

That hurt Chantal to the core, she had always been proud of her 44d's and 'ghetto booty'.

"You can't be serious!" she screamed.

"Oh, but I am. I've decided your so called attributes have clouded your thinking. I'm going to help you get a new perspective."

He held up a pair of shears, working them a few times. The snicks struck terror in her.

"Wha...what are you doing?"

He smiled, a smile so cold it would have frozen the Carribean.

"I think all that hair is pulling blood from your brain. I'll fix it for you. He grabbed a handful of hair and started cutting, while she screamed. She had been inordinately proud of her waist length hair. Now she had a cut so short it was almost a crew cut.

He grabbed a breast as she sobbed. She didn't see the ping pong paddle until it made contact. The smack was extremely loud. Her breast bounced in his hand. She lost her breath, and before she could get it back he grabbed the other breast and gave it the same treatment. Even in the dim light, you could see the bruising start to appear. He shoved the ball gag back into her mouth and gave her a few minutes before he methodically started beating her, going from knees to neck, while she shook and screamed into the gag.

Suzie ran to the bathroom and threw up, Shanna sat in shock, unable to move. He paused it until Suzie came back.

She hugged Shanna, blocking the screen with her body.

Martin was unmoved.

"Sit down bitch, before I knock you down. It's almost over."

He waited. When she didn't move, he got up. She cowered before him, her martial arts training completely forgotten. He was almost gentle as he pulled her to her chair.

He sat back down and hit play.

Chantal was hanging by the chains, weeping. He gently held her head up. There was a man beside him in a mask.

"Chantal, this is Mr. Smith. I don't know him, He doesn't know me. We have no history together. This will be the first and last time I'll ever see him. He's a contractor, a friend recommended his services to me."

"You're going to be spending a little time with him, learn some new skills. A personal trainer, so to speak. Pay attention, he doesn't like slackers, and the cost of disobedience is high. I'm sure you'll like him, he comes very highly recommended. Goodby, Chantal. I'll see you later."

The DVD faded to black. Martin stood and removed it.

He looked at the girls.

"This will be destroyed after I leave. Never speak of this, ever. You have no proof of wrongdoing, you don't even have a body. If it makes any difference, she is alive."

Shanna was sitting on the sofa, hugging her knees, and rocking back and forth. She didn't respond so he took her face in his huge hands, forcing her to look at him.

"This is all your fault. If you hadn't broken his heart, he would be bouncing around your offices and home with that goofy half grin of his, happy as could be. You destroyed the man, and I don't see him ever coming back."

He walked to the door, pausing for one last comment.

"I've known some bad people in my life, scary, scary individuals I'm afraid to be in the same room with. I wouldn't want any of them around Mike in the mood he's in now. People would die.

To be honest, right now he's the scariest person I've ever seen, and that's saying a lot. You did this bitch, man I hate your guts. What you saw on the disc will be a walk in the park compared to what I do to you, if he ever turns me loose on you. Ya'll have a nice evenin' now, ya hear."

His Georgia accent tended to get thicker when he was angry. Without a backwards glance he walked out the door.

They slept together that night, double locking the doors and pushing the dresser in front of the bedroom door. They left the lights on.

.................................................

Three weeks after their breakup, Mike and Shanna were in the same room together. It was a monthly meeting of senior staffers, a company function not to be missed. Angie had wisely made sure they were on opposite sides of the room. It was very uncomfortable for everyone, the staff was used to her practically sitting on his lap during these meetings, and the obvious distance cast a pall.

They got through it, she didn't make it to the hall before she was crying. 

It was heart rending, listening to her sob. She was waiting for Mike to come out, but he had gone through the inner doors. Suzie gently took her back to her office. Mrs. Montrose witnessed it all.

Later, in his office, she approached him. 

"Mike, may I offer a suggestion? About Shanna, I mean."

His eyes narrowed but he nodded.

"She made a mistake. She got bad advice and took it. Maybe being married or having a family scared her. Maybe she was afraid she would be absorbed by such a dominant personality there would be nothing left of her in the relationship."

"All good, valid points, Mrs. Montrose, but the fact of the matter is not what she meant, but what I heard."

She knew by his tone to drop it.

.................................................

A month had gone by then. Mrs. Montrose felt she was doing well. They had established an easy routine. Days would go by and he wouldn't touch her, and then he would have her strip to her underwear, often making her continue working while he admired her. She had started eating better and had lost six pounds.

He looked at her one day as they took a coffee break.

"Mrs. Montrose, you're doing very well. How would you feel if I bought out your obligation to the temp service and offer you full time employment?"

She didn't know whether to cry, dance around the office, or kiss him. Covering her bases, she did them all. He smiled.

"I take it that means you'll consider it."

She calmed down, and gave him an answer.

"I would accept your offer gratefully."

"Before you do, we need to clear up a few things.

We sell real estate all over the country and the world, so I have to travel. When I do, ninety per cent of the time my assistant has to go also. Can you deal with that? Sometimes it's two weeks or better. Will that be a problem? Can your husband deal with you being gone?"

She frowned.

"He probably won't notice I'm gone until dinnertime, and I'm not there to fix it for him."

Trouble at home, he thought.

"Did he send those resumes to the people I mentioned?"

...............................................

She had been so happy when she got home. Things were going well for her, she felt her life was back on track. She gave him the contact information on the companies Mike had suggested.

"Here honey, my boss gave me these. They're companies that are accepting resumes. He said to be sure and put him down as a reference, especially at Mega Products, the CEO is a golfing buddy."

He didn't even get out of his recliner.

"Thanks honey, I'll send them out as soon as we get the car fixed. Can't be seen getting off the bus. Wouldn't look good."

She suppressed her anger. He didn't mind letting her ride the bus. It was going to cost twenty three hundred to get the car repaired, and they were still half a month behind on the rent.

"They won't know how you got there for the interview. Get the job and we'll make sure you have transportation."

He grunted.

"Damn it woman! I got my pride. Why don't you ask that new hot shot boss of yours if you can borrow the money? Lord knows he wouldn't miss it."

She was appalled.

"I'm still a temp. How would it look to try and borrow money off someone I don't actually work for and barely know? I'd be out in a minute."

He sneered.

"Well then, I guess we'll just have to wait until we save enough to fix the car."

She had lost all patience.

"You know, that would happen a lot quicker if you'd stop spending so much time in the bars. Drink at home, it'll be a lot cheaper. If you get bored, you could always do a little housework."

It degenerated into a screaming match, with a lot of issues she had ignored before coming out. Neither was happy when it was over. She locked him out of the bedroom. Since it was a one bedroom, he had to sleep in his recliner. There were eight beer cans around him when she went to work the next day.

..................................................

She replied honestly to his question.

"I don't think so. He says he has too much pride to ride a bus, but he doesn't mind letting me do it. I think he's given up, content to let me work while he sits at home and drinks. I don't know what to do. Looks like we're almost at the end of our road." 

A small tear trickled down her cheek. Mike didn't like seeing her in distress. He pulled out his checkbook.

"Here" he said, handing her a check for five thousand dollars.

"Get your car fixed. If he comes up with an excuse after that, write him off."

She wouldn't take the check.

"I can't take this, I don't know when I can return it."

"Nonsense' he said, grinning. "I happen to know you're about to get a really well paying job, and I'm not in a hurry for the money. Now, we need to finish spelling out your job responsibilities."

For the next hour he explained what was expected of her.

"You have to take a course and get certified to sell real estate. We never know when you might have to finish a deal without me. After you're fully trained, you cease to be just you any longer. When it comes to business you'll be an extension of me. You'll know what we can or cannot do, and I'll give you the authority to act on behalf of the company. If you do something wrong it will be because I didn't train you well enough, and you will not be judged. People will fear you, Edie, because when they look at you they'll see me. Kathryn[his old assistant]terrified the secretarial pool. One word, and they would scatter like a covey of quail. I think you can handle it or I wouldn't offer you the job. Still with me? Oh, and if you help seal a deal, you get a commission like any other agent. And by seal a deal, I don't mean sexually."

She nodded, trying to take it all in.

"All right then. You'll start at fifty a year, plus commissions and bonuses. The more you learn, the more you make. Kathryn was averaging about a hundred ten before she left. It'll take you awhile, but it's there if you work for it."

The number made her gasp.

He threw one more thing at her.

"As my assistant, you'll get a company car when you want it or need it. I'll expect you'll need it most of the time, can't have you running errands for me on a bus. Carlos will fix you up, make sure it's dependable. See him. I don't think I'm going to get much out of you the rest of the day, so I'm sending you on some errands to take your mind off things."

He gave her a thousand dollars in cash.

"Carlos will drive you. He knows what to do and where to go. Do as you're told at these places, understood? It should be pleasant for you. See you tomorrow, Mrs. Montrose."

................................................

Carlos was grinning when she got to the car.

"Congratulations."

She was surprised he knew.

"Mike already told you?"

The grin got bigger.

"He didn't have to. I knew when he told me where to take you. You need to understand, where I'm taking you now is very exclusive, you're only the third woman Mike has sent there. Did he give you some money?"

She nodded.

"You'll know who to give it to. Now, shall we?"

Twenty five minutes later they pulled up in front of what looked like a small warehouse. The only mark on the building was the street address.

"We're here."

"What is this place?" she said with apprehension.

"I'm not going to spoil the surprise. Ring the buzzer and give them your name. They'll take good care of them. You'll be there awhile. I'm going to lunch, call me when you're ready to leave."

He watched as she approached the building and rang the bell. When she went inside she left.

She was led into a small waiting room, offered refreshments. It reminded her of a doctor's office. Five minutes later one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen came in.

Silver hair with an occasional strand of red cascaded down past her shoulders. Her perfectly proportioned body was wrapped in in a gray silk sheath, with matching gray hose and shoes. Diamonds glittered in her ears and at her throat and wrists. Her neckline plunged slightly and her dress was split up the middle, offering glances at her thighs as she moved.

"Mrs. Montrose, I'm Rose. This is my establishment. Welcome, you come highly recommended. Shall we?"

She led her into a larger room, where she was met by three younger women.

"This is Ashley, Megan, and Elizabeth. They're here to assist you."

After a round of hellos they fell to business.

"Mrs. Montrose, please remove your clothing." one of the assistants asked, politely.

"I beg your pardon?" Mrs. Montrose asked in surprise.

"Please, remove your clothing, we have to measure you to make sure you have the proper fit." Elizabeth explained quietly.

"This is a dress shop?"

All four women laughed lightly. Rose spoke.

"In a matter of speaking. Mike didn't tell you anything, did he? Just like him. Now please, disrobe."

Uncomfortably she removed her clothing. Rose walked around her, frowning. She felt like she was at a livestock judging.

"Missed a few trips to the gym lately, haven't we?" Rose asked, gently. Edie glowed with embarrassment.

"I've missed a lot of trips to the gym lately, but I've recently lost six pounds, and I'm still losing."

"Good for you, Mrs. Montrose. This does alter things a bit, but not insurmountably."

While they were talking Megan and Elizabeth were measuring her from head to toe and Ashley fed the information into her laptop. Then they had her stand with her legs and arms spread wide while Elizabeth waved a wand like they used at airports completely over her body. A sixty inch flat screen on the wall lit up with a three dimensional representation of her while numbers scrolled across the top and bottom. Edie was fascinated. She looked at Rose.

She smiled.

"Come, come, Mrs. Montrose, do you think it's still measuring tapes and straight pins?"

Megan gave her a robe and offered a chair, saying they would be back in a few minutes. They came back, bearing garment bags and boxes.

"Mrs. Montrose, we're going to start simply. Everything we make is custom tailored to the customer. Given you body shape and your assurances that you intend to keep losing until you get to your optimum weight, we're going to start with these."

They pulled out three corsets. One was light gray silk, one white satin, and one in black leather.

The beauty of these are they're adjustable, so even after you lose weight they will still fit, you'll just have to lace them a little tighter.

They come with full cups, and half cups, or can be removed completely. They'll shape your body, and give full support to total freedom in your bust. And they're very, very sexy. Shall we?"

They fitted each one separately, adjusting the laces.

"How will I ever do this by myself?"

Rose smiled.

"You can't. We'll adjust them to your body. As you lose weight, come back in and we'll readjust.

Look here."

She showed her a carefully concealed zipper on the side.

"It'll take a little getting used to at first, but then it will be fine."

Edie looked in the mirror. They gave her a better figure, displaying her breasts prominently and giving more flair to her hips.

"Our panties are hand made, on premises. Custom fit to the customer. Try these."

Rose pulled out matching panties for each corset, three in each color, including a tiny black leather thong. Rose twirled it.

"For when you feel naughty" she said, as the girls tittered.

The others were sheer to the point of being nonexistent. Two were boyshorts, cheekie style. Rose had her put the gray corset on with full cups, and the matching panties. She had never felt sexier, until she saw her hair flowing out the sides. She had to do something about that, soon.

Rose snapped her fingers and Megan pulled an exquisite gray silk blouse out and handed it to her, along with a pencil skirt in a slightly darker shade. They fit her like a glove. There was another set in black, and two dresses, one in teal, the other in ivory.

"There you go Mrs. Montrose, your starter wardrobe. Mike says to tell you every time you loose another five pounds, you get two more outfits. Loose ten pounds and you get this."

She pointed to a table. It was the form of the bottom half of a woman. There was a pair of panties that seemed to be woven on. Rose explained them.

"These are custom forms, matching your exact measurements. Pull this" she pointed at what seemed to be a loose string "and they unravel in your lovers' hand. You'll learn the weave before you get your form, then you'll get ten pair."

She flipped a switch and a full form, minus head and arms, was illuminated. It had what appeared to be a body stocking on.

"This is one of our triumphs. We have a Polynesian lady who is an expert in weaving. The only way for it to come off is to pull the string at the bottom. It will come off as fast or as slowly as you want, from the bottom to the top. It's five thousand minimum. Some like pearls and jewels included. They are true works of art, and can run as high as fifty thousand. All for a one time use, they can never be rewoven exactly the same. You'd be surprised at how many we sell. Thank you for coming to see us. I look forward to next time. Megan will show you out. Your other outfits have already been placed in your car."

Megan was giving her forms to fill out.

"We're very exclusive, Mrs. Montrose, word of mouth is the only advertising we use. You can't just walk in off the street, you have to be referred and have an appointment. No exceptions. Please don't talk about us, just accept any compliment you get graciously. And if we say don't come back, you can never return. Do you understand? Good. Have a pleasant afternoon, Mrs. Montrose. We look forward to seeing you again."




Mrs. Montrose



Mrs. Montrose held up the thousand Mike gave her.

"Who do I give this to? It can't possibly be enough cover what I've got."

"I'll take it. You're right, this is just a gratuity, Miss Rose gets twenty five percent for flowers and refreshments for the shop, and the rest is divided among the associates. We have a very low turnover rate. People actually wait years to work here."

She was escorted to the car. Carlos gave an appreciative whistle once they were moving.

"Damn, Edie, you look good enough to eat, and I mean it just the way you think I do. I'm escorting you back up to your office tomorrow, I want to see Mike's face when he sees you."

She flushed.

"Are we going home now?"

"Oh no, you have two more stops before we're done. Here's the next one."

It was as over the top as the other was understated. All glass, chrome, and neon, it proudly announced its' presence.

"Ramon's Day Spa and Salon, The Best For The Best"

Ramon met them at the door.

"Hello Carlos, you sexy hunk of man. Finally ready to switch teams? I'll show you a side of paradise you've never seen."

He looked Edie over while Carlos laughed.

"Who is this creature? Such potential! I'm going to have a lot of fun with her."

Carlos was laughing with him.

"As appealing as that offer is, I couldn't face the broken hearts of my wife and daughters if I took you up on your offer. This is Edie Montrose, a friend. Mike said give her the works."

Ramon's smile nearly made his face disappear.

"Everything?"

Carlos nodded.

"Everything."

"Great! You might as well come in and get that mop trimmed, Carlos. This might take a while."

"All right, but leave out the smelly stuff. Tina was sure I was with another woman the last time."

Ramon sniffed. "All right, if you must."

He was snapping his fingers as they entered. Men and women flocked to her. Over the next three hours she had things done to her she didn't understand.

She was exfoliated, massaged, wrapped, pedicured and manicured, dipped in something that looked and smelled like regular mud, allowed to dry and then hosed off. She had her first Brazilian wax. Finally she was lotioned, powdered, and given a robe.

Ramon personally did her hair.

She started sniffing and flicking his scissors when she told him what she wanted.

"Ramon knows best, and Mike said use my judgement."

When he was done and she was fully dressed, she wasn't sure who was staring back from the mirror. She was sure if she walked by her old friends back home they wouldn't know her. Carlos was right, she did look good enough to eat.

The next stop was at a little store with a single word sign out front, "SHOES".

She was of course, expected, and had to show her outfits to the clerk, who then selected four pair of heels, black, gray, white, and red. She couldn't see a label so she asked what brand they were.

"Mine" said the man. "I make then in the shop. You're on record now, the next pairs will be made to your exact foot specification. Did you know your left foot was four millimeters wider than your right? These are just generic, but should serve you well."

She marveled at the suppleness and comfort. No charge was mentioned, and by now she was used to it.

Carlos helped her carry her packages into her apartment. She wanted to show her husband, but he was off to the bar. She carefully hung up her dress and put on her robe, ate a sandwich, and went to bed. He was passed out in his recliner when she got ready for work. She didn't wake him.

She wore the teal dress, fluffing her hair the way Ramon taught her, Carlos whistled, and true to his word, escorted her to the office. Heads turned as she walked by, as people tried to figure out who she was. Her new look and attitude took ten years off her.

Mike almost walked by her before he stopped and turned.

"My gosh! Edie you look fantastic."

He turned to Carlos.

"Your hair looks nice too, but where's that smell I love?"

Carlos actually blushed and left grinning and mumbling at the same time.

Mike insisted on taking her to his favorite Mexican restaurant for lunch. Heads turned as the couple were seated. Hermando insisted on waiting on them. 

"How's your daughter doing?" Mike asked, "Still ready to come to work for me when she graduates?"

Hermando beamed.

"Ready? That's all she talks about. She's already got her real estate license, and is studying like mad. She said she was the highest paid intern in the world last summer. The money helped her tremendously."

"Good. Remember, she is to come to me first. I have just the slot picked out for her."

The meal was enjoyable. Mike praised her look again.

"How did your husband react? I know I would have jumped you instantly, unwrapping you like a Christmas present."

She felt a tingle go through her, then sadness.

"He hasn't seen it yet. He was out when I got home, and out cold when I got up."

The frustration in her voice was evident.

"Did you give him the money for the car repair?"

She didn't want to tell him she didn't trust her husband with that much cash.

"No. I called the garage you recommended and had it towed over. It should be done next week."

They returned to work. Mike had her lock the door.

"Did you like Rose? And Ramon? Did Bill's shoes please you?"

"They were amazing. How do you know them?"

He gave her an enigmatic look.

"You'd be amazed at the people I know. I'm always looking for business opportunities. They both needed funding to expand their business and couldn't get it from conventional lenders. I bought into both businesses, and helped grow them. I own fifty one percent of both, but leave them alone unless they have a problem. They're both now very successful."

"What about the shoe store?"

"I don't have a hand in every thing, Edie. I found Bill by accident. He could do five to ten times the business if he would let me help him, but he's content. He won't serve over five hundred customers at any given time. His shoes are so well made they last forever. Wait until he makes you a pair of boots."

He didn't ask, but about three she got up and checked the door.

"May I show what else you bought?"

He looked at her, a smile forming.

"Please."

She had on the white satin corset, with matching panties, a thong. This corset had garters, and white stocking were clipped carefully to them.

"Look" she said "These have snaps on the sides, you don't even have to pull them off."

She was standing right in front of him, and he reached out and unsnapped both sides of her panties, putting them in his desk drawer. He admired her bald mound for just a second before rubbing it lightly, enjoying the smoothness. She moaned in pleasure.

"Remove your cups, please."

He's familiar with this type of garment, she thought, as she removed the cups and added them to the panties in the drawer.

"Outstanding, Edie. You're every bit as beautiful as I thought you'd be. Now, back to work."

She excused herself, and returned with a small hand towel.

"Don't want to stain the leather," she said, as she sat back down.

She tried to work, but every so often he would caress a breast until the nipple bulged, or run his finger over and into her bald slit. He kept her on the edge of orgasm for almost an hour, before giving her release with his fingers. She almost fainted from the power of the eruption.

At the end of the day he carefully snapped the panties back on, and help slide the dress back over her head and smooth it out.

He kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Good night, Edie, it's a pleasure to work with you."

She sighed in frustration as she walked down to her new car. And she did mean new. Carlos had just removed the dealer stickers. He was impressed.

"He must really like you. Kathryn had one just like this. Angie's assistant threw a fit when she saw it, demanding one. She didn't get it."

It was a midsize Lexus SUV. Mike explained why he bought it.

"If I have to send you to pick someone up, they'll be impressed. It has plenty of room, so we can take it on road trips. I used to take my Firebird, but Kathryn said it was uncomfortable so we took hers, and it was just like this. I had to admit it was very comfortable."

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Edie was startled when she found Shanna standing by her car the next afternoon.

"You're fucking him, aren't you?" she said without preamble.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me bitch, you're fucking him, I can tell by the smile you have when you leave every evening. I used to have that smile."

She felt uncomfortable, but happy to tell her the truth.

"No, we are not having sex. He's my boss, and I have a lot of loyalty him. I don't think he would like us discussing him. Please excuse me."

Shanna surprised her by dropping to her knees.

"Please, please tell him I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. I was just a fool. Tell him I'll do ANYTHING for a chance just to talk to him.

Please!"

Edie helped her gently get to her feet.

"I'm not going to get involved in his private life. I don't think he would like it."

She saw the hope go out of her eyes.

"However, just this once, I'll relay your message. Good night, Miss Jones."

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Things were degenerating at home. Her husband finally noticed her clothes and the new car.

"Are you fucking him? You have to be to get this stuff. Is he good? Is his dick big? Is he worth our marriage?"

All her frustrations came out. 

"No, he isn't fucking me! I kinda wish he was, at least I'd be getting it from somebody. I never thought I'd see the day when you wanted a cold beer more than a hot woman. Where did the man I marry go? He got the clothes for me for the same reason he got the car. His clients are some of the richest people in the world, and we have to make a suitable impression. Don't worry, with my new salary I'll be buying my own clothes from now on."

"I'll tell you this. He's everything you're not. Tall. Handsome. Fit. Obscenely rich. And he knows how to treat a woman. If I weren't twelve years older than him and didn't like this job so much I'd be hanging on him like wallpaper."

She tossed him a set of keys. 

"Here, the car is fixed, and I got it tagged and insured. I wonder what excuse you'll use now for not getting a job. Snap out of the funk you're in, Stan, or we're history. Now, I have to attend a dinner meeting with my boss, so you need to get your own dinner. I'll be home by nine."

He wasn't home at nine, or seven the next morning. Sadly, it didn't bother her much.

The next night he was home, and the argument got violent. She had the dark bruise on her cheek to prove it.

..................................................

Mike noticed it immediately. She could tell he was angry.

"What happened?"

"Short story? Domestic dispute. If you think I look bad, you should probably see his balls. I bet they're bruised as badly as my cheek."

"What are you going to do?"

She shrugged.

"Leave him, I suppose. Got any apartments available?"

He did, at a much better rate. And she did, for three weeks before he showed up at her door, sober, begging for another chance. He had a job, not nearly as good as hers, but a job nonetheless.

She took him back, with reservations.

His job lasted five weeks, before he got fired for poor performance and alcohol use. He decided to drink away his blues, wrecked on the way home, and got a driving while impared ticket. She was livid, refusing to get him out of the drunk tank.

He showed up the next day to see all his things in the spare bedroom.

The car repairs were going to be over three thousand, and she refused to pay it, telling him to get another job and ride the bus. He was going to lose his license anyway when the trial came up.

He hatched a plan.

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In the meantime, Mike had began really enjoy working with Edie. She could sense if he was stressed, and learned that walking around in her underwear seemed to calm him. One tense look and she would be asking him to help her get comfortable, and unzip her dress.

One particularly bad day, she went into the bathroom and removed everything. Coming back out, she twirled and asked Mike if he could see the weight she had lost.

"All I can see is a beautiful woman. You are outstanding, Edie."

She glowed in pleasure, and decided to move things along.

"Mike, can I ask why you've never tried to make love to me? Am I undesirable?"

"You're very desirable, Edie, but under normal circumstances I never fool with a married woman, and I never force anyone. You have to tell me you want to, ask even."

She strutted over, pushed the papers off his desk, leaned back and spread her legs.

"Do I have to say please, too?"

Her eyes got huge when he disrobed. She had heard the rumors, but had dismissed them out of hand.

For the first time she felt a little fear. 

It was unfounded. He was gentle, getting her used to his size by easing slowly into her. She knew she had to be tight, she had had sex with her husband twice in the last year and didn't own toys.

It felt amazing. She lost count of her climaxes, and once he stopped when he saw her crying. She wrapped her legs round him, saying it was tears of joy, and don't dare stop.

Forty five minutes later he was still pounding her.

"How long does it take you to get off?" She managed to ask between grunts.

Usually about thirty minutes, the first time."

She raised her head and looked into his eyes.

"You mean you've already...and you're still going?

Are you a machine? Not that I want you to stop, mind you. Are you always like this?"

He paused his thrusting and looked down at her.

"Pretty much. Is that a problem?"

"Not in the least, but this desk is starting to get uncomfortable. Can we move to the bed?"

They did, and she shoved him down.

"Time for me to do a little work."

She rode him hard for about twenty minutes before she felt him stiffen. She rode him through it before collapsing on his chest.

"Oh my God! That is without doubt the best I've ever had. Between my long dry spell and your size, I'm in heaven, exhausted, sore, but in heaven."

He ruffled her hair.

"Really? I was just about to start round two."

She raised her head to see if he was serious. He was still inside her, and didn't seem that soft.

She saw the glint in her eye. She kissed his chest.

"You devil! Much as I like cuddling, shouldn't we be doing a little more work?"

He hugged her.

"No more work today for you. Come on, let's take a shower."

The shower stall was huge, custom built for his size. They started out cleaning each other, but ended up playing. He brought her to another screaming orgasm with his fingers. She dropped to her knees and looked up at him.

"It's been awhile, and you're so huge, but I'll do my best."

She tried, hard, but six inches was all she could take. It turns out she was very good, next to Shanna the best he had ever had, and in ten minutes he was spraying down her throat as she hung on desperately, trying to swallow it all. She looked up and wiped her chin, bringing it up and sucking on her fingers. She slumped back against the shower.

"I swear, Mike, you must have been a Clydesdale in a past life. Help me up, please."

He helped her up, toweled her off, turned down the covers and slid her into bed.

"Nap time."

She looked up at him.

"Aren't you going to lie down with me?"

"No, I'm too wired. Great sex does that to me. I'm going to do a little work. I'll wake you in an hour or so."

He kissed her forehead and walked out, whistling. She was asleep in about five minutes.

She awoke to find his head between her legs, with her hands on his head, right on the edge of orgasm. She could barely drive home, she was so exhausted.

...............................................

They fell into a pattern. They would work until ten, have some coffee, and she would usually give him a blowjob. It was her decision, she was determined to take him all. She was able to handle eight inches, and thought another month would do the trick. He returned the favor with his fingers or tongue. About every other day they would take a long lunch, including about thirty to forty minutes of bed time.

Two weeks later, she looked up him as she wiped her mouth, she still couldn't swallow it all, and told him.

"My husband knows."

He helped her up and cuddled her in his lap.

"Do you care?"

She shrugged.

"Not really. My marriage is all over but the paperwork. He asked, I told him, he got mad. He sulked a little, then came to me with his brilliant plan. We're gonna blackmail you."

"What?"

She giggled.

"He wants to trade me for a better lifestyle. He figures we can get another three thousand a month to buy our silence."

He looked at her before grinning.

"Why should I worry? This isn't an alienation of affection state. He couldn't sue me, I'm not married, and my clients could give a rat's ass as long as I get them a good price on what they're buying or selling. No one has actually seen us engaged in sexual activity in the office, so it would be word against word, and without hard proof he's screwed. He might get a little alimony out of you. If he tries, I'll fire you, as far as he knows. You'll still be working for me, just off the books. Do you want to stay with him?"

It was her turn to grin.

"No, the love is pretty much gone. I would like to give him a little money to restart his life, for old times sake, but other than that, I don't care if I ever see him again. When you get down to it, he threw me away a long time ago."

"When is this grand scheme going to take shape?"

He asked, idly curious.

"This Friday. He's going to come here after work, confront you, then make his offer. I think I'll tell him to just forget it."

"No, no." Mike said, "Let him do it. It might make him feel better about himself after you're gone. It'll be fun to see his face when it falls apart."

She secretly thought it was a bad idea, but as always, agreed to his wishes.

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Her husband was fuming. He tried to go over the details of the blackmail plan one last time, and she asked him again not to do it. He'd show her, and him too, by God. He might just slap him around a little, show who the real man was. He didn't care if he was a little bigger according to Edie.

He was shocked when he showed up at six. He was a lot bigger in person than he was on television, and he wasn't smiling when he ushered him into his office. He didn't notice when he locked the door. Stan took the drink he was offered, a double, and it seemed to make him braver.

For the first time he noticed his wife wasn't there.

"Where's Edie?"

Mike smiled, without warmth.

"She'll be along shortly. I understand you have a business proposal for me?"

Stan stood up, trying to stand straighter and add to his height. He tried to look threatening.

"I know you've been fucking my wife!"

Mike grinned.

"Yes, I have. As a matter of fact, she's one of the best I've ever slept with. And not to brag, but that's saying something for me."

Edie had come out of the bathroom during the exchange. Stan had his back to her and didn't know.

Stan was surprised with the admonition, and the casual way it was given.

"You have to stop, damn you!"

Mike just grinned.

"No I don't. As long as she's willing, so am I."

Stan felt he was losing ground fast.

"I'll ruin you. I'll sue. You'll regret this."

He paused in triumph. The alcohol he had consumed before coming, coupled with the drink he had after he got there made him think he had the upper hand.

"Unless...."

Edie was grinning now, knowing what was coming.