0 comments/ 394 views/ 0 favorites Simona By: Scorpio58 Datorită, cel mai probabil, unei incompatibilități software, am fost nevoit să înlocuiesc liniile de dialog cu semnul egal. Sper ca acest lucru să nu împieteze prea mult lecturarea textului. Sunt într-un mare parc, într-o plimbare solitară. Nu știu ce am, dar, de câteva zile, sunt plictisit de ideea de a primi câte o prietenă în vizită, sau de a mă duce eu la ea. Practic, simt nevoia unei pauze. Gândindu-mă, nu-mi pot reține un zâmbet în colțul gurii... Alții, săracii, când au ocazia să prindă câte o femeie, sunt în al nouălea cer, aproape că vor să joace șotronul de fericire, iar eu... sunt plictisit!... Un amic chiar m-a admonestat, după ce s-a interesat dacă nu cumva sunt bolnav: = Băi tâmpitule! Cade norocul pe capul tău, iar tu îi dai cu piciorul!... Este destul de cald, așa că grădina umbroasă a restaurantului de care mă apropii, mă face să simt brusc nevoia să mă delectez cu o bere, sau, de ce nu, două... Fiind în timpul săptămânii, la orele prânzului, e destul de multă liniște și doar vreo zece clienți, așa că-mi pot alege, lejer, o masă. Mă așez la o masă de unde să pot admira și lacul. Mă uit, cu jind, la câteva bărci cu pânze, la cei care vâslesc în caiace. În adolescență, nu mi-au permis ai mei să mă înscriu la vreun club sportiv de pe aici, iar acum, sigur am depășit vârsta și nici n-aș mai avea timp să mă țin de prostii... O singură dată, când nu aveam decât vreo zece anișori, un nene, antrenor, m-a ajutat să mă urc într-un caiac, având ocazia să constat cât de instabil este. Când i-am spus omului să fie atent, că nu știu să înot, m-a tras ăla înapoi pe ponton, de nu m-am văzut... În schimb, după ce am împlinit vârsta de paisprezece ani și mi-a dat statul buletin, veneam destul de des și închiriam câte o barcă de agrement. Între timp, învățasem și să înot... Îmi amintesc de clubul sportiv din spatele restaurantului, unde, contra cost, dacă nu au sportivii antrenamente, te poți juca popice. Sunt dotați cu două piste, doar că una dintre ele a făcut, în timp, atâtea gâlme, încât numai popice nu te mai poți juca... Sistemul este rudimentar -- după ce dărâmi popicele, trebuie să te duci și să le rearanjezi, cu mâna, bucată cu bucată. Dar, asta este!... Intrat în sală, paznicul, care îndeplinește și funcția de casier și are și grijă să nu-ți permită să folosești pista prea mult peste timpul pentru care ai plătit, îmi spune că, deocamdată, pista funcțională a fost închiriată de altcineva și, uitându-se la ceasul de la mână, îmi spune că urmează să se elibereze, cel mai devreme, peste o jumătate de oră. Achit pentru o oră, apoi mă îndrept spre pistă -- în fond, văd și eu cât de pricepuți pot să fie și alții... Surprins, constat că nu sunt mai mulți jucători, ci doar o... fată. Tocmai ce se concentrează să arunce, când mă observă. Se oprește, se uită la ceasul de la mână, apoi mi se adresează: = Să știți că mai am o jumătate de oră! Mi-e clar că prezența mea o deranjează. Oricum, vreau să fiu politicos: = Sărutmâna. Știu. Tot ce sper este să nu te deranjeze prezența mea. Promit să nu vorbesc, să nu fluier, să nu huidui și nici să nu aplaud!... Este, clar, surprinsă de tonul meu glumeț și chiar reușesc să-i smulg o jumătate de zâmbet: = Cât nu mă încurci, poți să faci ce vrei!... = OK! Mulțumesc! Se concentrează, lovind destul de central, rămânând pe poziție un singur popic. Bate din palme, bucuroasă, apoi apucă o altă bilă. Ratează, la mustață, cum se spune... Grăbită, apucă a treia bilă, ultima, de altfel, întrucât nici astea nu se întorc, automat, înapoi... Ratează și de data asta, la destul de mare distanță. Mă ridic și alerg la capătul pistei, iau bilele și i le trimit, Îi spun: = Hai că de data asta, dacă nu te grăbești și nu te mai enervezi, nimerești sigur!... Rămân acolo, în spatele parapetului. O observ, concentrându-se și aruncând. A reușit! Trimit bila înapoi, apoi încep să rearanjez popicele. Se apropie și fata -- blondă, ochi albaștri, o față, în general, drăguță, dotată la capitolul balcoane, însă nu exagerat pentru înălțimea ei, probabil undeva pe la unu șaptezecișicinci, cu un abdomen plat, iar din ce am văzut când am intrat, un fund bine proporționat, toate astea fiind susținute de niște picioare, cred eu, frumoase... Începe să vorbească -- e clar că mi se adresează mie, întrucât nu mai e nimeni prin preajmă: = Ce... faci?!? E clar că întrebarea este inutilă, ca și răspunsul, de altfel, că doar se vede cu ochiul liber ce fac. Totuși, încropesc un răspuns: = Încerc să nu mă plictisesc și să mă fac și util, dacă se poate. Mă îndrept de spinare și-i întind mâna, prezentându-mă. Cam timid, dă mâna cu mine și mi se prezintă -- ea este Simona. Îi zâmbesc, apoi mă aplec și continui aranjarea popicelor. Termin treaba și ies de acolo. O văd gânditoare, apoi mi se adresează: = Știi ce, nu vrei să facem o afacere?... Îmi cam închipui eu la ce se gândește, însă eu am chef de puțină, doar puțină, garagață: = Păi... Simona, ca să facem o afacere, mai întâi trebuie să găsim modalitatea de a fugi din țară!... Evenimentele petrecându-se în acea epocă, în care numai statul putea face afaceri, fata se prinde imediat: = Ei, nu mă gândeam la o afacere, afacere, ci la una... sportivă! = OK Simona, spune-mi ce propui, că timpul trece! Sau, și mai bine, lasă-mă să spun eu! = ...?... = Uite, jucăm împreună ce a mai rămas din timpul tău, apoi continuăm pe timpul meu -- e bine? = ... Asta vroiam să-ți propun și eu!... = OK! Ladies first! Am jucat frumos amândoi, așa că, până la coadă, când și timpul meu se apropia de sfârșit, ne-am dus și, frățește, am plătit pentru încă o oră. Nici ea nu este echipată tocmai pentru sport, cu excepția tenișilor cu care este încălțată. În rest, o fustă albastră, nu prea lungă că doar, cum v-am spus deja, are picioare care merită arătate, iar bustul îi este echipat cu o bluză crem deschis. Părul și-l ține legat la spate, în coadă, cu o clemă, sau cum s-o numi accesoriul cu pricina, că nu m-a interesat niciodată -- eu sunt obișnuit să le ajut să se debaraseze de astfel de accesorii, să am ce ciufuli!... Între timp, mai și vorbim, că doar nu suntem muți. Plăcerea de a juca acest joc a moștenit-o de la tac-su, care, în tinerețe, fusese chiar campion. A constatat că o ajută să se relaxeze și chiar și să se concentreze mai eficient. Îi povestesc cum, copil fiind, m-a împins curiozitatea să intru chiar în această sală și cum, o tânără, observându-mă, m-a chemat și mi-a arătat ce și cum, apoi mi-a arătat cum se recuperează bilele și cum se aranjează popicele... La vremea respectivă, mi s-a părut chiar o onoare că m-a lăsat pe mine să fac treaba asta, în locul ei și al celorlalți, cu care se afla acolo... Mai târziu, am venit cu tata, care a achitat pentru o oră și, sporadic, s-a jucat și el, împreună cu mine... Deci, în cazul meu, de vină a fost doar întâmplarea, nicidecum vreo tradiție... Revenind la fată, este studentă, are, deja, douăzeci și doi de ani și speră ca rezultatele să-i permită o repartiție cât mai aproape de orașul de unde provine. În fine, terminăm de jucat, apoi ne ducem la robinetul de lângă terenurile de tenis de câmp, întrucât, de la bile și de la popice, palmele noastre sunt cam... negre. O las pe ea prima și am ocazia să constat că... sigur nu poartă nici un fel de machiaj, întrucât, după ce-și rezolvă mâinile, își dă cu apă și pe față. Apoi, scoate din geanta gen sport pe care o poartă un prosop și o pereche de sandale -- se șterge și se schimbă, timp în care termin și eu cu partea de igienă și de răcorire... Îmi întinde prosopul: = Dacă nu ți-e silă, poftim! Te uzi pe cămașă!... Auzi, să-mi fie silă, om cu armata făcută, să folosesc prosopul unei femei care, deja, mi-a stârnit interesul. Și eu, care venisem în parc cu ideea de solitudine, chestii. Îi mulțumesc, apoi o invit la terasă, căci, după atâta efort, cu siguranță că merităm o bere... O simt că are o jenă, însă nu ține decât preț de câteva secunde, apoi, mi se adresează, fără însă ca să mă privească: = Știi, aș merge, însă... am o jenă... financiară. N-am luat încă bursa... Explodez, râzând: = Asta-i bună! Eu te invit, apoi mă aștept să plătești tu?!? = ... Bine, accept, dar... data viitoare fac eu cinste! Sincer, îmi place direcția în care alunecă discuția -- deja se pune problema că... ne mai vedem... Berea este rece, ospătarul destul de prompt, iar Simona, spre deosebire de mine, care n-am memoria bancurilor, este o adevărată enciclopedie -- când dă drumul la motoare, nu se mai oprește, nici măcar după ce achit consumația și plecăm, agale, prin parc... Până la coadă, îi spun: = Simona, zău, o să mă doară burta de cât am putut să râd!... = ... Da, just! Și pe mine! Iar izbucnim în râs... Trecem la lucruri serioase, verificându-ne cum stăm, fiecare, cu timpul, ca să ne mai întâlnim, în aceeași formație și să mai jucăm. O ținem așa vreo trei săptămâni, tot întâlnindu-ne și jucând. E căpoasă, la a doua întâlnire a ținut morțiș să plătească ea berea. În rest, cam împărțim totul nemțește... De fiecare dată, jucăm câte trei ore, apoi mergem la terasă și lingem câte o bere... De data asta, ghinion! Ajunși la sală, paznicul își exprimă regretul, comunicându-ne că sportivii au antrenament. Deh, dezamăgire, băgat picioarele, chestii -- Simona, deși este femeie, e destul de slobodă la gură. Gândindu-mă că tot răul e spre bine, profit de ocazie ca s-o invit la mine -- n-are ea, din ce am observat, cine știe ce pasiuni pentru muzică, însă... alt pretext n-am găsit. Clasica invitație să bem o cafea, mi s-a părut, încă din adolescență, desuetă -- ce tipă să fie atât de proastă încât să nu realizeze că dacă un tip o invită la el la o cafea, o invită, de fapt, ca să-i ofere... altceva?... Se oprește, mă apucă de mână, făcându-mă să mă întorc spre ea, apoi uitându-mi-se-n ochi, îmi spune: = Fii atent! Îmi place de tine, recunosc, însă... dacă vin, nu înseamnă că sunt de acord să mă arunci în pat! Dacă vreau și simt, bine, că doar n-o să fac pe fata mare, dar... numai dacă vreau și simt!... Îi zâmbesc: = ... Doar nu-ți închipui că mă gândeam să te violez!... Râdem, amândoi... Ajunși la mine, o întreb ce vrea să asculte. Îmi spune că... „ceva disco," iar când pornesc muzica, repede, repede, mă roagă s-o dau mai încet. Vrea să vorbim, nu să țipăm unul la altul... Îmi povestește cum și când și-a început viața sexuală, destul de devreme, dar și că pe la optsprezece ani a fost luată cu japca de trei tipi, la o petrecere, care nu numai că au obligat-o să facă sex vaginal cu ei, însă i-au inaugurat, cu ocazia respectivă și gura și curul. După „distracție," au dus-o și au abandonat-o pe o bancă, într-un parc... De-abia când au început să se arate zorii, și-a mai revenit din beție -- au avut grijă băieții să-i dea să bea, la petrecere, mai mult decât a putut ea să ducă... Nu știe unde au dus-o să-i facă felul, însă, cel mai probabil, în apartamentul unuia dintre ei. Oricum, au avut grijă ca, după ce s-au săturat de ea, s-o bage în baie și s-o spele de vomă și căcat, sau sânge, apoi au îmbrăcat-o și au dus-o în parc... Ce ține minte, din dimineața aia, este că avea o senzație profundă de greață, dureri de cap și niște usturimi anale de nedescris... Nu s-a dus direct acasă, ci la o prietenă, care participase și ea la petrecere. Când a văzut-o la ușa ei și cum arată, prietena respectivă a tras-o repede în casă și i-a făcut o cafea, mare, mare de tot, apoi a ajutat-o să se machieze și să-și pună, cât de cât, la punct, ținuta... Se pare că tipii au fost mai pricepuți s-o dezbrace, decât s-o mai și îmbrace... Nu, nu s-a dus la miliție și nici nu le-a povestit părinților prin ce a trecut -- în fond, faptul că a băut peste măsură, a fost vina ei, că doar nu i-a turnat nimeni, cu pâlnia, băutură pe gât... De atunci, întotdeauna a avut grijă cât, unde și cu cine bea. Cu băieții s-a mai întâlnit, întâmplător, însă s-au ferit de ea -- probabil că nici ei n-au fost mândri de ce au făcut, iar prietena la care a apelat, s-a dovedit a fi o prietenă adevărată, întrucât n-a mai aflat nimeni de... aventura ei din noapta cu pricina... Oricum, probabil că tipii au fost grijulii, ori n-a fost ea în perioada fertilă, așa că nu a rămas gravidă și nici nu i-au transmis cine știe ce boli venerice... Singura „amintire" pe care i-au lăsat-o, este la intrarea în anus, o excrescență ca un bob de strugure stafidit, dar care, după vreo lună, a încetat să o mai doară... O întrerup: = Altfel spus, au fost atât de ghiolbani, încât ți-au rupt curul!... = ... Cam așa ceva... Chiar s-a mirat, maică-mea, în perioada respectivă, de ce folosesc atâta vată. Noroc că m-a dus mintea și mi-am cumpărat eu un pachet de vată, fără știrea ei... Privind-o mai atent, observ că are ochii în lacrimi. Mă ridic, aduc niște șervețele, apoi plec la bucătărie și aduc, pe o tavă, o sticlă de vodcă și două pahare. Torn în pahare și o îndemn să bea: = Hai, că-ți trebuie!... Spre surprinderea mea, îmi cere o țigară -- n-o știam fumătoare. O servesc, normal, apoi i-o aprind. Nu, nu trage în piept, ci doar se prostește, ca-n liceu... Oricum, sunt lămurit de ce m-a condiționat că... nu facem nimic, decât dacă vrea... Am totuși, o curiozitate: = Simona, după experiența asta, presupun, ai mai avut de-a face și cu alți bărbați, în condiții normale, pe trezie, chestii. = ... A trebuit să treacă aproape un an, însă, atunci când am făcut-o, totul a fost normal, fără probleme... = ... Deci, înțeleg că ajungi la orgasm, te simți bine, nu te năpădesc, taman în clipele alea, amintiri nasoale, chestii... = ... Cred că norocul meu a fost că eram prea... anesteziată, ca să simt, pe bune, tot ce mi-au făcut ăia... Îi povestesc și eu că am mai întâlnit fete care au trecut prin situații asemănătoare și care, din nefericire, au ajuns să nu mai fie în stare să ajungă la orgasm... Ia paharul cu vodcă și-l dă peste cap, apoi mă roagă: = Mai toarnă-mi, te rog. Mă conformez. Mi-e limpede că la constituția ei, nu se face praștie din două păhărele de vodcă și oricum, eu, cu siguranță n-am de gând să-i fac nimic, decât în condițiile impuse de ea. Nu sunt disperat, cum spuneam, nu de femei duc eu lipsă!... Golește, iarăși, paharul și-mi cere, iarăși, un refill. Desfac dopul de la sticlă, uitându-mă în ochii ei. Mi se uită și ea în ochi -- a încetat să mai plângă: = Nu, nu mă îmbăt ușor, nu-ți face probleme!... = OK!... = ... Pot să... rămân la tine până mâine dimineață? = ... Poți rămâne și până mâine seară, sau chiar poimâine dimineață -- doar azi e sâmbătă, ai uitat? = ... Nu dar... n-aș vrea să-ți stau pe cap -- oi avea și tu altele de făcut!... = Nu-ți face probleme! Se vede pe ea că vrea să mă mai roage ceva, sau să-mi zică ceva. Nu aștept, vorbesc: = Hai, Simona, spune-mi, la ce te gândești? = ... = ... Ce să fac, să aduc un clește să-ți scot vorbele din gură cu forța?!? Zâmbește strâmb: = ... Te simți în stare, ca bărbat, să ne băgăm în pat și să stăm, pur și simplu îmbrățișați?... Îmi aprind o țigară, apoi mă uit în ochii ei: = Pune-mă la încercare!... Trag din țigară și-mi golesc și eu paharul de vodcă, apoi îl reumplu. O întreb: = Mai vrei? = ... Nu acum, mai târziu... Termin țigara și paharul, apoi mă ridic și mă duc în fața fotoliului în care este așezată. O iau de mâini și o ajut să se ridice, apoi o îmbrățișez. Stăm așa, câteva minute bune... Îmi cere să-i arăt unde este baia. După ce se întoarce, îmi dau seama că și eu am o presiune, așa că mă scuz și ies din cameră. La întoarcere, constat că Simona nu mai este așezată pe fotoliu, ci doar hainele ei, frumos împăturite. S-a băgat în pat, sub cuvertură. Pricep ideea, așa că mă dezbrac și eu și mă întind lângă ea. A fost prevăzătoare -- nu și-a dat jos și chiloții. O întorc pa o parte, cu fața spre mine și-i pun brațul sub cap. Își flexează genunchiul și și-l așează pe soldul meu, simțindu-mi, normal și erecția... O simt că se tensionează, apoi îmi spune: = Se pare că n-a fost cea mai bună idee, te chinui!... O strâng cu brațul, mai aproape de mine: = Acum, ce-oi fi vrând, să nu mai reacționez ca un bărbat?!? Stai liniștită, că nu-ți fac nimic!... Stăm așa, îmbrățișați, vreo jumătate de oră. Mă ridic, ca să schimb banda. Întors în pat, o iau iarăși în brațe. Coboară cu mâna de pe pieptul meu, pe abdomen, foarte aproape de locul acela: = Nu vrei, totuși, să te scap de stres, să te eliberezi? = ... Normal că vreau, că doar e chestie de instinct! Dar... parcă aveam o înțelegere... Își ridică capul de pe umărul meu. Știu ce vrea, așa că mă întorc spre ea și-i caut buzele. Facem totul fără grabă. Îi mângâi sânul cu mâna, simțind cum i se întărește sfârcul sub palma mea. Îi scot limba din gură și cobor la gât. Icnește: = Stai, măi, că e vorba să te scap pe tine, nu să mă apuce pe mine!... O las. Dă cuvertura de-o parte, apoi începe să mă mângâie pe pulă. O las. Se lasă în jos și-mi cuprinde pula cu buzele, lingându-mă. O las. Se întrerupe și mi se uită în ochi: = Gata, acum fă-mi cum te simți tu bine!... Mi-o ia iarăși în gură, parcă un pic mai adânc. Încep să mă mișc, forându-i gura. Intru puțin mai adânc, apoi și mai adânc. Mă lasă și nici nu dă semne că s-ar îneca... Faptul că sunt nefutut de câteva zile, mă ajută să mă apropii de punctul culminant destul de repede. O avertizez, iar ea mă prinde cu mâna de șold și mă trage spre ea... Practic, sunt intrat pe trei sferturi în gura ei -- tot ce sper este ca jeturile de spermă să n-o facă să se înece, s-o apuce tusea, sau, Doamne ferește, mai rău!... Când mă simte că sunt gata, mă scoate din gură și, observând că mi-a mai rămas o picătură pe capul pulii, scoate limba și recuperează materialul, apoi mi-o ia iarăși în gură, însă numai capul și-mi aplică o sucțiune scurtă. Vrea să fie sigură că nu mi-a mai rămas nimic pe canal. Se ridică și pleacă la baie. La întoarcere, îmi spune: = Sunt aproape sigură că o să ne înțelegem foarte bine!... Acum, te rog frumos, mai dă-mi un pahar cu vodcă. Mai bem câte un pahar, timp în care mai fumez și eu o țigară. Îi ofer și ei, însă mă refuză. Se ridică, îndreptându-se spre pat. O opresc: = Simona, acum, că te-ai lămurit, te rog eu frumos, dă-ți naibii chiloții ăia jos! Are un moment de ezitare, însă se execută, apoi se bagă sub cuvertură, de data asta cu spatele la mine. Mă întind și eu și o iau în brațe. Mă credeți, sau nu, dar... mă ia somnul... Au trecut, cu siguranță, câteva ore bune. Mâna pe care-și sprijină capul Simona îmi este deja amorțită - practic, n-o mai simt... Nu știu cât de obosită este ea, însă eu, sigur, după atâtea nopți recent nedormite, chiar beneficiez de o compensație binevenită... Afară, deja, este aproape întuneric, mai ales pentru că, după ce mă ridic și mă uit pe fereastră, observ că cerul este acoperit de nori... Nori grei, de ploaie... În sfârșit, dă și Simona semne de viață: = Ce faci?... = Hai, dormi, sau du-te să faci pipi -- eu mă duc să fac niște sandwich-uri, că doar n-om aștepta să murim de inaniție!... Aduc, împreună cu potolul și o sticlă cu vin: = Puiule, eu, la potol, beau vin, nu spirt!... = ... Mie, te rog, mai pune-mi niște... spirt de-ăsta!... Mă conformez... Îl dă pe gât... Mi se uită în ochi: = Poți, te rog, să-mi mai dai încă un pahar de spirtoasă?... = ... Nu pot, că am dreapta amorțită, însă, cu siguranță. Rezolv problema cu stânga, chiar dacă nu sunt ambidextru!... = Ești... un tip ciudat, chiar dacă... foarte amabil și, în aparență, înțelegător!... Simone There he was; her assignment. He leaned with both elbows on the bar sipping at his drink, in a world of his own. He was in a dark suit, his tie loose and the top button unbuttoned. His suit jacket was draped across the bar, his shirt sleeves rolled up. He appeared to be a tired executive stopping in for a drink before he trudged home to his loud wife and obnoxious children. Ruggedly handsome and nothing like her usual marks. Normally, these assignments were routine; boring men who cheated on their equally boring wives. She assessed him before making contact. At least, it would be a pleasure to interact with him, and a shame they had to go down this path. With a toss of her head, raven hair swung away from fine cheekbones and a delicate neck; she started into the semi-crowded bar. Catching a glimpse of herself in one of the bar's mirrored columns, she nodded imperceptibly. She was suited for this work even if it would only be temporary until she made a dent in her nest egg. She had no false modesty. She knew she was pretty. She had a heart-shaped face, large breasts with a tapered waist and an ass most women would kill to have. At 5'6” in heels, she was on the short side for modeling, which she considered briefly, but that didn't hurt her in this line of work. A black, cocktail dress accentuated her shapely legs and thighs. One shoulder of the dress left her skin exposed while the front dipped down in a scooped neckline that emphasized the inner slopes of her breasts. It was a decent amount of cleavage on display without being slutty. She turned a lot of heads as she strode to the bar situated in the middle of the room. Simone only had eyes for the mark. She didn't blow her cover by angling straight for him. She slipped onto a stool two seats away paying no attention to him. The bartender noticed her right away and rushed over with a broad grin, ignoring the customers who tried to stop him on the way. Using the excuse of the music being too loud, he leaned over the bar top and breathed close to her ear, “What can I get for you?” His eyes flickered to her cleavage. Simone shifted in her seat. The silky material gaped slightly to give the bartender a peek, and she flashed him a saucy grin, "I'll have a vodka martini." The man two stools away picked up his head, turned to look at her at the same moment she happened to glance his way. Their eyes met in a jolt she felt like an electric current all the way to her toes. She flinched, turned away quickly. A blush rose to her cheeks; her breath hitched in her throat. She dismissed her instant reaction. It was probably because the eye contact was unexpected catching her off guard. She hadn't decided how to initiate contact yet, and now he had noticed her, there was no need for an elaborate ploy. She forced her breathing to settle, turned back to find him staring at her. His file didn't do him justice. Neither did her distant glance as she entered the bar. He was the stuff of romance novels. She frowned as the thought flashed through her mind. She chastised herself for letting her imagination run wild. He was handsome. That was it. Her mind proceeded to argue with her. Look at him! His eyes were the essence of bedroom eyes with a lazy, seductive quality. His mouth. She could imagine that mouth on intimate parts of her body as he stared up the length of her nakedness. She realized she had been staring and gave him a small, polite smile before turning to the drink the bartender slid in front of her. The mark's image lingered. His hair was dark brown, almost black in the shadowy bar, and a touch too long. He exuded a dangerous aura. There was a hint of something in his eyes she couldn't pinpoint. She resisted the urge to look back at him. She could feel his eyes on her, and it was disconcerting. After taking a sip of her drink, she steeled herself. She certainly couldn't ignore him forever. This was her job. He was her assignment and him staring at her was perfect, actually. It meant half her job was done for her. The first part of any assignment was to get the mark to notice her. She called them marks because she wouldn't call them victim. It was the wives who were the victims. These were the perpetrators, the cheaters. Simone was the bait. Her job involved 'luring' these men to cheat. It was easier than it should have been. It clouds and colors her perception of all men. How could it not? There had been so many cheaters over the years she'd lost count. They were all the same really. Admittedly, not all were as good looking as this one, but like the rest, he would more than likely take the bait. Simone didn't have sex with these men. She enticed them with a pretty face and some flirtation to see if they would cheat. She pretended to be new to the city, staying in the hotel upstairs while searching for an apartment. After a few drinks, some laughter and flirting, they were only too willing to take the room key she slid discreetly across the bar. She always rode up in the elevator first, asking them to wait for her to get ready. They would follow a few minutes later. Except, when they got to the room, it was not her they found but her bodyguard. The bodyguard would do the unpleasant confrontation. He would explain they had been caught; the wife would be contacted and told about the cheating husband's exploits. Meanwhile, Simone was in another room in the same hotel writing up her report, changing into conservative clothing before leaving the hotel to head home. Simone turned to him. His name was Matthew. She didn't remember his last name off the top of her head. Who cares? It was in the file upstairs. She would look it up later when she wrote the details of this encounter in her report. For now, she could call him Cheater, and it wouldn't matter. He stared at her, and what she didn't recognize earlier in his eyes she did now. It was predatory awareness. Oh, yes. This one was already mentally written for that report. She smiled and leaned towards him a little, “My favorite drink. The bartender makes it just right. Not many can do that.” He stared at her until it was almost uncomfortable. Finally, he smiled, nodded to the stool between them and jumped up, “Do you mind?” Without waiting for a response, he swung into the seat. “I don't often see other people ordering that drink. It's my favorite as well.” She knows because it was in his file. It was a calculated move on her part to get a conversation started between them. Who ordered vodka martinis anymore except in James Bond movies? She had definitely been doing this long enough to know what hooked them in. It wasn't all about sex appeal and revealing clothing. That was a large part, but psychology played a huge role, too. Get into their minds and make a connection. Find some common ground. After making that connection, let her body seal the deal. It was all about calculated moves. Simone likened it to playing chess. Evaluate your opponent, assess weaknesses, and think five moves ahead. She let her fingers linger on a chain strategically dangling in the valley between her breasts, her fingertips brushed lightly across her skin as she chatted. Laughing and leaning into him, part of her coldly watched his reactions weighing and measuring his readiness for the next phase. They exchanged social chit chat; neither revealed much about themselves. He definitely didn't mention a wife at home. He was almost ready. He stared at her breasts. His gaze created a reaction within her which was strange. Her nipples strained against the front of her dress, and her face was flushed. Maybe the drink was stronger than she had anticipated when she'd hatched this little plan. No matter. She was a professional. She could close this case. Licking her lips, she leaned closer to him, her hand idly playing against the skin on his arm. Acting like the drink had more of an effect on her than it actually had, she whispered close to his ear, “Would you like to continue this conversation up in my room?” She looked up in time to see something dark pass like a shadow across his face, then it was gone, and he smiled. She dismissed the momentary shadow with a mental shrug. His voice matched hers as he leaned in and whispered back, “I'd love that.” Simone dug in her purse for a moment, fumbling when, in fact, the key was all she had in there. The key to her real room was in there, too, but that was in another zippered area of her purse. She was exaggerating her movements to make it seem as if the drink had had an effect on her. She slipped the decoy key onto the bar before sliding off the stool. “Meet me up in my room in ten minutes.” As she got up from the stool, she pretended to stumble, righted herself and nodded at her bodyguard. He'd been stationed at a table near the door for most of the night. The bodyguard left. Simone turned back to the mark as he started to get up. “Just give me a few minutes to get ready for you.” She gave him a sexy smile and moved somewhat unsteadily toward the exit. She wanted to give the bodyguard enough time to get to Room 415. That's the key she had given to Matthew. Her real room was 512, and as she got into the elevator, she pushed the button for the 5th floor. The doors started to slide close, and mentally, Simone was already in her room writing up her report, wondering if she had food at home for dinner or if she would have to run to the store. She was startled when a hand shot into the space between the closing doors causing them to bounce back open. She blinked as she saw the mark standing before her. He boarded the elevator. He stared her up and down with contempt, turned to the panel of buttons, looked at the key in his hand, and frowned. The frown was a bit exaggerated as if he already knew something was wrong before he'd stepped into the elevator. He crowded her, slid a hand into her hair and clenched it tight, but not painfully so. He loomed over her as he steadily pulled her head back to stare into her eyes. Very slowly he asked, “Now, where were you sending me exactly? It looks as if you're going to the 5th floor.” As he waited for her answer, he pressed her against the back of the elevator with his body. Simone's surprise made her mute, her head spun slightly as adrenaline punched through her. Finally finding her voice, she whispered, “I-I must have pushed the wrong button...” She winced since it didn't sound convincing to her own ears. He didn't look like he believed her. He snatched her purse and dug around inside. He brandished the second key. “Staying in two rooms, are you?” His voice was incredulous, and her mind was completely blank. She had been in worse scrapes than this before. This line of work had some danger to it. Men who'd been caught got upset and made threats, but the bodyguard handled all of the belligerent men. Simone had never had to deal with the mark after he was confronted. She'd never had a mark follow her and find out she was headed to another room. As she stared at him, she trembled at the intensity in his cold, blue eyes. How angry and volatile he looked. She realized he still had her backed against the elevator; their bodies pressed tight together. His hand was still in her hair. He was so close it was making breathing difficult. She laid both her palms on his chest and shoved. He didn't move, but the smile that crept over his face caused icy tendrils of fear to race through her. Finally finding her voice, she cleared her throat but she was still shaky. What was supposed to come out as a command was weak and shaky. “Back up right now, or I'll be forced to call hotel security.” He tilted his head, gave her a smile filled with evil amusement, “With what phone, exactly?” His free hand wiggled her purse out of her reach. As the elevator dinged their arrival, he looked up quickly to see it was the 5th floor. He leaned close, pressed her painfully against the elevator wall and whispered against her ear, “This is our floor, baby.” He yanked hard dragging her from the elevator by her hair as she started to scream. He quickly looked at the room number on the key again, headed for the corresponding door as he clamped his hand over her mouth to stifle her screams. He quickly yanked her into the hotel room and slapped her across the face. Her scream was cut off. Her hand flew to her cheek as she stared at him. This was getting way out of hand. It might be time to come clean, and maybe a dose of reality would make him realize whatever he was thinking would be a bad idea. “Look, Matthew, you don't want to do this. I'm working for a company hired by your wife. She suspects you of cheating, and I am supposed to confirm the fact you have no problem cheating...” Her voice trailed off. He'd been shaking his head slowly but with an increasing smile since she started speaking. He closed the gap between them, buried his hand in her hair, yanked it hard and pulled her face close to his. His growl was low as he whispered, “Who said my name was Matthew?” The sentence was like a bomb of confusion raining over her. She shook her head but stopped with a wince of pain, “Matthew is the name on your file. I have a picture.” She stopped talking and gasped. She had walked into the crowded bar thinking he didn't really look like his picture when she had approached him. As he saw the realization dawn on her, he whispered with a bit of menace, “Didn't confirm my name when you sat down, did you? Well, aren't you the professional? I didn't even give you my name before you handed over your room key. A fake room key, but, who am I to argue, and since we have a room right here...” He gave her a shove towards the bed. “Why don't we use it?” She stumbled in her high heels, her yelp was involuntary but she didn't waste any time on screaming for help. She ran around the outside of the bed to get some distance between them, but was brought up short when he caught her by the very ends of her hair as it streamed behind her. He gave a hard yank and she stumbled backwards into him. He covered her mouth as he held her captive against his body. She was pressed tight along the length of him as he whispered in her ear, “Let's see what you catch all those men with.” He grabbed the top of her dress at the plunging neckline, ripped it away from her body. It didn't rip completely but stretched and drooped. The silky material sagged below her breasts. He breathed heavily in her ear as she closed her eyes. Small, panicked noises swelled within her and escaped in little pants as she struggled in his arms. He groped both her breasts hard, fingers kneaded the flesh painfully leaving small, red finger marks in her previously-smooth, creamy breasts. She felt his excitement pressed against her backside. With his index finger and thumb, he imprisoned a nipple and pinched. She screeched as he pulled it out and away from her body causing her to arch toward his hand. It did nothing to lessen the pain. Finally, he bit her earlobe hard. A low squeal of pain almost drowned out his whisper, “Yes, I could see how those middle-aged men would find you attractive enough to cheat on their wives.” Her pleadings and whimpers were exciting him more. She shuddered. She could only hope the bodyguard would search for her soon. Once “Matthew” didn't show up in the decoy hotel room, the bodyguard would wonder what happened. Unfortunately, it might be an hour or so before he realized something was wrong. More time would elapse while he tried to coax her room number out of the hotel staff. A lot could happen to her in that amount of time. Without another word, he snagged a hand into her hair, pulled her backwards, and caused her to lurch in her high heels. Her legs tangled, dragged as she tried to keep up with him. At the connecting door, he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it much to her surprise. At her disbelieving look, he said in a matter-of-fact tone,”Well, you didn't expect us to stay here where anyone could interrupt, did you?” After pulling her through to the next room, he re-locked the door behind him. The room scared her more than anything since this whole incident started. It was scarier than when he boarded the elevator, and scarier than when he ripped her dress exposing her breasts. The four-poster bed was elegantly covered with a cool, blue-silk comforter accented with gold brocade. The deluxe suite's furniture was a rich, cherry lacquer. If she had been staying her on vacation, she would have adored this room. Right now, she had never hated anything more than those prissy side-tables and pretentious coverings. The additions he'd added to the room's elegant decor was jarring. The beautifully-appointed bed had nylon restraints and cuffs attached to each post. Marring the delicate tufted bench at the foot of the bed sat a ball-gag, whip, blindfold and a large dildo. She didn't recognize any of the other items laying in a tangled heap on the bench, or perhaps her mind shied away from recognition. Before she could fill her lungs with air to scream, he pulled out a pocket knife. As it snicked open, he whispered, “Don't. I'm tired of your screaming when I haven't even done anything to you... yet. You'll have time for screaming later.” Her heart beat like crazy, and her eyes darted everywhere trying to find a way to escape. Who was this guy? She tried to still her racing thoughts to figure out what was going on. It might help her escape. He had a key to the door; this room was prepared. Why did the hotel give him a key to the connecting door when she rented the other room? The hotel staff hadn't said a word. He wrapped his arm around her neck in a choke hold cutting off her air, pulled her head to the side slightly and held the knife in front of her face. All thought left her as she watched the wicked-looking blade. The light angled off the edge reinforcing the threat, displaying its sharpness. She struggled in his arms as the urge to breath started to overwhelm her. Her vision darkened around the edges. He loosened his hold enough for her to breath, and she did in a huge, whooping gasp. However, the hold wasn't loose enough for her to talk or she would have tried to persuade him to release her. His lips brushed across the shell of her ear as he whispered intimately, his hot breath against her ear and with an arousal he doesn't try to mask, “I want to see the body that entices all those men. Don't you ever wonder if the work you do makes you a prostitute? Don't whores use their body for money? That makes you no different.” He brought the knife in close to her firm breasts and trailed the tip lightly over her skin with agonizing slowness from one pink nipple to the other. As they tightened, he took the flat of the blade, pressed down on a nipple, and watched it spring back up. She watched as well, unable to look away from the knife. He guided her over to the mirror across the room. This was worse. She had mentally detached herself when gazing at one part of her body, imagining it might be happening to someone else. With the evidence of her face, and his, gazing from the mirror, she couldn't pretend this wasn't happening to her. She closed her eyes. Almost immediately, he whispered sternly, “Open your eyes, whore. You will be very aware of everything I do to you. Keep your eyes open or this situation could get a lot worse for you.” He cut her clothing away, the knife slicing quickly and cleanly through her silk dress. As the dress fluttered softly to the floor, they both stared at her body in the mirror. A quick flick of his wrist, neatly cut the sides of her panties. With the threat still ringing in her ears, she kept her eyes open staring at her naked body. Her nipples were tight; the aureolas pebbled from the cold steel that had recently skimmed them. His eyes caught hers. The contact was as startling as the knife had been. Her whole body trembled. Simone He released her neck and eyed her in the mirror, “Remember what I said, whore.” He constantly kept the knife angled almost perfectly to catch the light. She could see how deadly it was; as if she needed the reminder. His other hand pinched hard nipples and groped her breasts roughly, fingers digging painfully into flesh. The tips of his fingers pressed roughly into her skin leaving imprints that would certainly bruise later. His exploring hands groped and pinched their way down to her sex. He tugged painfully on the strip of hair leading to her pussy. At her whimper, he wiggled the knife. He roughly pried her pussy lips open. She gasped and instinctively flinched away from his invading fingers. "Whore." She immediately stilled. Not only could she see him invading her sex, she could feel it. The movements added another dimension to the humiliation, and she could only watch helplessly. He jammed one finger inside her pussy all the way to the base of his hand. He stared at her, gauging her reactions. Their eyes met in the mirror. Suddenly, he gave her a light shove, shrugged out of his jacket and pulled off his tie. His shirt came next then he kicked off his shoes. His quick movement betrayed his eagerness. In a commanding voice and a stern look, said, “Get on your knees, whore. Take off my pants. Why am I doing all the work here? This is what you get paid for after all.” Even with the knife in his hand, she couldn't help but respond, “I do not have sex for money!” He sneered, “Oh, that's right. You use your body to entice men, but don't come through on what you promise. So, you get paid for not having sex. Well, tonight, you're going to not get paid for having sex. Ironic, isn't it. Now, shut up, get on your knees and take off my pants.” She closed her eyes and shook her head as if she could negate what was happening by this simple act of denial. He spun her around and slapped her across the face. Her eyes went wide and her hand flew to her reddening cheek as she stared at him in disbelief and fear. His fingers dug into her arm as he forced her to her knees. She whimpered and clamped her mouth shut tight both so her noises couldn't escape, and she wouldn't have to take him into her mouth. It's surely what he wanted. He slapped her hard across the face once more, leaned down while taking a grip of her hair and pulled her head back. The angle was painful and he loomed over her, forcing her head up. Face to face, only inches away, his whisper was deadly serious, “If you keep refusing me, whore, I will get very angry and I'll have to use the knife on you. Do you understand?” She winced and nodded quickly as her eyes flicked nervously to the knife in his other hand. He released her head, put both hands on his hips, and waited for her next move. From her kneeling position, she trembled. One cheek was turning an angry shade of red and tears were visible in her eyes. There was no choice. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She turned her head slightly to deny him eye contact. Kneeling in front of him, the last thing she wanted was it to feel intimate. She quickly pushed his pants down his thighs. She tugged at each pant leg, he lifted his feet and she tossed his pants to the side. She sat back on her calves and waited refusing to take the initiative on anything. He laughed softly with a dangerous hint of cruelty as he stood there in his boxers, “What makes you think you're done? I'm almost at the limits of my patience. Keep testing me, whore.” The challenge in his voice made her cringe. She was scared, and though she hadn't considered what would happen beyond the next few minutes with any detail, she knew it wouldn't be anything good for her. She seemed almost in a daze. The slaps to the face not entirely responsible for her dazed reactions. The whole situation had changed so fast. One minute, she was doing her job, and the next she was on her knees about to strip her attacker so he could do unspeakable things to her. She sniffled and whimpered. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she pleaded with him, “P-please, let me go. I don't understand w-what's going on here. I'm s-sorry I lied about the key, but this...this is too much.” He threw his head back and his laugh filled the room as if this was the funniest thing he had heard all day. The sound made her cringe. As he laughed, she became even more frightened. He sounded insane. She tried to move away from him slowly inching her way backward. With a lunge, he snatched her hair yanking painfully. He increased the pressure on her scalp until she let out a cry; only then did he whisper, “Do you think this is about the room key still? Aren't you a stupid bitch.” He turned her head so she could see all the equipment laid out with such care. “This is about more than giving me the wrong room key. This took some time and planning. You're not here by mistake, whore. I'm done playing with you. Now, take off my boxers, wrap your lips around my cock and suck on it like your life depends on it because it just might.” She whimpered as he tugged harder on her hair. She pulled his boxers down over his muscular thighs. As his cock came into view, a very distant part of her noticed how large it was. In normal circumstances, she would have enjoyed it. Right now though, she was scared by its size and wondered how she would fit it into her mouth. She winced as she stretched her lips wide to wrap her mouth around the flared tip. As soon as she did, he tossed the knife onto the dresser, grabbed both sides of her head and thrust hard into the back of her throat gagging her painfully. His long groan of arousal at her gagging was nothing compared to the noise he made as he fucked her throat hard and her noises increased in volume. Small, animal-like whimpers escaped her every time he pulled back out of her throat. Her body convulsed with every throat-gagging thrust. He slowed his jarring thrusts but kept his cock in her mouth. He whispered, “At least your mouth is good for more than just talking men into thinking they have a shot of fucking you. I'm going to back up towards the bed. You will keep my cock in your mouth while you follow me on your knees. If my cock falls out of your mouth, you will regret it. Do you understand me, whore?” At her look of panic, he let out an evil laugh and started walking backwards. "I'm hoping you fail. I want to punish you and hear you scream for me." She quickly followed, her knees scraping across the floor in her haste to keep up. He reached the bed and stopped abruptly. She'd been concentrating so hard on keeping pace she didn't stop when he did. She gagged herself on his cock. Her stomach heaved, and she pulled back. An instant before she let his cock out of her mouth, she paused. Her heart slammed in her chest and adrenaline shot through her. She'd almost given him what he wanted. He picked her up, tossed her face down on the bed and quickly attached the cuffs to her wrists. As he moved down to her legs, she started kicking, struggling and screaming. The stinging slap to her ass startled her. She paused long enough for him to attach the nylon cuffs to her ankles. She could imagine what she looked like right now. Her arms were high over her head, her legs spread. She was lewdly positioned, with her sex exposed for him. She turned her head as she heard him move away, but couldn't see where he'd gone. She panicked as she wondered what he was doing. Suddenly, she heard a whistling sound a split second before an intense line of fire licked across the skin of her ass cheek. She screamed into the pillow under her. He yanked her head back and removed the pillow. “Bitch, I've worked hard for this. I want those screams.” That strange whistle and another slice of pain on her backside. Another scream forced out of her. Her whole body shook as she pulled against the restraints. Her voice was hoarse from her screams, and scratchy from the throat fucking she had received. She couldn't stop the screams if she'd tried. The skin of her ass must surely be on fire. The pain was consuming and like nothing she had ever felt before. She begged him to release her over and over repeatedly, and all she got for her screaming pleas; a moan of arousal or a laugh. Finally, he hopped up onto the bed and straddled her ass. The hair on his thighs brushed her ass and forced a piercing scream from her ravaged throat. He loomed over her, grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. He gently brushed her hair out of her face and moaned softly, she could feel his cock twitch on her back. “Your tears are perfect.” He licked her cheek. He hopped down from the bed. She heard him moving behind her, felt the bed shift as he put his weight on it. Simone twisted and turned but the way her arms were tied, she couldn't angle herself correctly to see what he was doing. She could only see small flashes of his skin out of the corner of her eye. She felt a warm puff of air between her thighs. She shuddered to realize it was his breath, so close to her pussy. Something nudged at her pussy lips. Without warning, he thrust painfully deep into her pussy with one huge shove. She screamed until her voice trailed to a breathless, panting whimper. It took a moment to realize something wasn't quite right. She couldn't feel his weight on her. It took a moment for her to figure out he had shoved something inside her, maybe the dildo she saw on her first glance into the room. He slapped her ass cheek reigniting the pain; her whole body stiffened as another scream escaped her raw throat. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed a finger experimentally against her asshole. “Tell me Simone, have you ever had anything in this hole?” As he talked, he kept pushing and prodding at her but not quite entering. She shook her head begging, “Let me go, please. I'll never tell anyone about this. I won't say a word. I promise!” She stiffened, stopped begging and lay stunned as she realized he knew her name. She hadn't given him her real name when they met downstairs. She thrashed around on the bed, knew it was useless but unable to keep still. She could hear him laughing before suddenly, a searing pain in her ass. Her screams now echoed throughout the room; she wondered why no one would come to her rescue. Whatever he shoved into her ass, he started to thrust in and out. His hand bumping into her ass let her know it was his finger. As she figured that out, he shoved a second finger inside her burning hole. The burning and cramping was almost too much for her. Her heart raced, and she started to feel lightheaded from the pain. Her screams started to fade as her vision grayed around the edges. The fingers were removed. She slumped to the bed in relief. That relief was short lived as she felt him settle his weight behind her on the bed. Something much larger than his fingers bumped against her asshole. He growled, “Get ready, bitch, cause this is going to hurt much more than my fingers.” He slammed his cock deep inside her ass. She let out a howl of pain. Her screams were never-ending and took her breath away. She drifted away mid-scream and a distant part of her mind was grateful for its instability. Next thing she knew, he had her yanked back by the hair. “There you are. You are not escaping that easily. I waited for you to wake up before I continued. I didn't want you to miss any of the fun!” He pulled back out of her ass and plunged deep again. Her whole body thrashed uncontrollably under him as she screamed yet again. Each of her screams increased in volume, and she realized she was begging, “Let me go, please. Stop hurting me... oh my god...please...stop..stop..god.” What she kept repeating after didn't make much sense. A blend of intense pain and slight shock. It didn't stop him. His thrusts increased; he pistoned in and out of her ass quickly with a force that pinned her to the bed on each downward thrust. He lay on top of her and the only thing moving was his ass as he fucked her with savage power and drove her body deep into the mattress. As he crushed her with his body, he slid his hands under her and pinched her nipples hard. He bit her neck almost hard enough to draw blood. The pain overloaded her body; she thought she might go insane from it. He pulled out of her ass with a groan and pulled her ass cheeks apart. She could feel his finger caressing her open hole. Without warning, he uncuffed her wrists and ankles. She cried with relief. He flipped her over and mockingly said, “Aww. Now you hurt my feelings. You don't want to play with me anymore?” He quickly cuffed her hands while she lay face up on the bed and leaned over her, “I decided I want to see your face while I fuck your ass.” She shook her head and whispered, “Please. Just let me go. Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me?” He leaned down and kissed her hard, pressing his lips painfully over hers in a bruising kiss as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. She was bent almost in half with the dildo still stuck inside her. Something tickled her upper thighs and trailed over her ass. She whispered, “Is that the whip handle inside me?” He nodded, laughed cruelly, and lined his cock up with her asshole. While kissing her, he pushed deep into her tight ass. Her scream was muffled against his lips. He whispered against hers, “Yesssss. Hurts doesn't it?” He pulled back from the kiss and thrust with a savage, gleeful fury in and out of her ass. The pain, pressure, and cramping was unlike anything she had ever felt. His cock slid swiftly without any of the previous friction but no less painfully. Her continuous screams and cries didn't diminish in any way, though, her voice got hoarser with each scream that passed through her worn throat. She could see him losing control. She had a glimmer of hope this whole ordeal would be over soon. His last few thrusts were erratic but just as deep as the ones before it. He pulled out and moved close to her face pressing his cock against her lips then into her mouth as he started to let loose his cum. She cringed and tried to shake her head, but he had her head pinned to the mattress. It hit the back of her throat. He pulled back and shot the rest over her face. As the warmth trickled down her face, she tried to turn and wipe it on the bed. He grabbed her hair to stop her, “You haven't learned yet. Stubborn bitch, aren't you?” As he talked, he smeared his seed all over her face with the other hand. One finger dipped into her mouth and left traces on her tongue. Suddenly, he jumped from the bed, strolled casually around the bed, selected something from the pile of toys on the bench and strolled just as casually back towards her. His cock swung obscenely in front of him as he watched her reaction. She turned to look up at the cuff holding her arms tightly. Knowing it was useless didn't stop her from testing the strength of her bonds. It was a mistake to look away from him. As she turned back, he attached a clip to her nipple. As the teeth of the clamp bit into her sensitive nipple, she arched her back and let out a high-pitched scream full of pain. She realized her legs weren't bound, and she kicked out at him. He shook his head at her pathetic attempt to injure him, attached the remaining clip to her other nipple, and cuffed her legs again. He jumped on the bed straddling her waist. With a flick of his finger against the clips, pain shot through her like a focused lightning bolt that sizzled all her nerve endings. It took her a moment to realize he was talking to her. “Since I'm resting up before I fuck you. Would you like to know how this all came about?” Through her haze of pain, she nodded, “But, please take those off me first. I-I can't h-handle it.” He grinned cruelly and gave her breast a slap that made her screech. Tears filled her eyes. He stared at her hungrily, and she could see his cock twitch and start to harden. His voice deepened with arousal, “I'm going to have to be quick with this explanation. You have no idea...” His voice trailed off as he moved up her body, his ass now on her chest. Her screams intensified. He brushed the tip of his cock across her lips, watching her face intently. “I'm going to have to explain quickly. I'm ready to fuck you again, and you need to hear what you did to start the chain of events that led to this. But, while I'm explaining, suck my cock.” He pushed his cock past her lips. He lifted his ass off her chest, flicked her nipple and in a stern voice, “I said suck my cock. Don't let it lay on your tongue like you've never tasted a cock before. We both know you have.” He moaned and nodded with satisfaction before continuing, “So, Simone. Your line of work is not something everyone could do, is it? Takes a beautiful creature with a bit of ruthlessness. Coming on to men who are married, laying a trap for them with your attractiveness and then springing that trap with your bodyguard while you slither away to report to the wives how their husbands were going to be unfaithful. I bet you have ruined more than a few marriages with your assumptions. How many marriages over the years, Simone? Do you keep a count of your kills like an assassin would?” He leaned in as she tried to talk; his cock pushed deeper into her mouth, gagging her as he said tauntingly, “Did you want to say something? I couldn't hear you. What was that?” He shrugged and sat back down causing her to howl in pain. She couldn't believe how he played with her, and what was his point about her job? Whimpering, she sucked his cock, panting through her nose, and hoped he wouldn't start choking her. “Anyway, like I was saying...you have broken up a lot of marriages based on what the man might possibly do, not on what he actually does. Let's talk about a man who walked into your trap. Let's call him Matthew, shall we?” He gave her a smirking grin. “Matthew was sitting in a bar just having a drink trying to relax from his crappy day at work. This beautiful woman walks up to him, a raven-haired beauty with a stunning smile. He was a little surprised she would talk to him, but she did. She seemed to really listen when he talked. It had been a long time since anyone had really listened to him. She invited him up to her room. He thought they could continue talking where it was quiet. After all, she was too beautiful to have any interest in him sexually, and he was a married man, but everyone can use a friendly ear once in a while. Except when he got to her room, she wasn't there. Instead, there was a man to break the news that his wife had hired their company to catch him cheating. Cheating! He wasn't there to cheat, just to talk, and although it sounded unlikely, it was the truth. After his wife left him, took the kids, and he lost his job due to his depression, he expressed his innocence in a letter to his brother. They found the letter next to his dead body. He'd killed himself.” The man on top of her leaned down, pushed his cock deep into her mouth, gagged her, and cut off her air, “Do you know who that man was, Simone? Do you remember my brother at all, or was he just another long list of maybe-cheaters you caught over the years?” Her eyes wide with fear and disbelief, she tried to shake her head. She couldn't have been responsible. Every man she lured into the upper floors of the hotel was going to cheat on his wife. It was in the body language, and the way they accepted the room keys, wasn't it? As her vision started to fade, she realized she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. She didn't care. She came to consciousness slowly. She was bouncing lightly on the bed. Her body was in so much pain she couldn't get her bearings. The stinging slap to her cheek startled her. It cleared her mind and her vision. How long had he been fucking her while she was unconscious? Simone “Wake up, whore. I had to keep myself busy since you weren't very good company and fell asleep on me.” With a whimper, her eyes opened wide, and she stared at him for a moment before closing them, and turning her face away. He was fucking her pussy, and it felt strangely more intimate than before. It may have been because this was how lovers interact. Whatever the reason, she couldn't bear to keep her eyes open. Her back arched as she let out a piercing scream. Why can no one hear her? He yelled into her face while pulling the nipple clamp, “I said keep your eyes open, bitch. It's a good thing you're pretty because you're not very bright.” Her eyes flashed with anger, and he nodded at her, “Yes, I don't care how you look at me, but you will keep your eyes open.” After a moment, he mockingly whispered, “Are you on the pill, Simone?” It took a moment for his question to register. Once it did, she screamed and pleaded with him, “No, you can't. No..no..no..not inside me, please!” His grin was evil, but his voice was full of arousal and desire, “Oh, but I will. I'm going to fill you with my sperm, Simone and, really; you can't stop me.” He increased his speed, pounded deep inside her with every thrust and stared into her eyes as he did. She gritted her teeth until he leaned down and kissed her with a surprising gentleness that caught her off guard. As the kiss deepened and turned passionate, he angled his hips and caught a spot inside her that made her heart race. A small moan escaped from her mouth to his causing him to pull back from the kiss and brush his lips against hers as he whispered, “I can make you enjoy this, Simone. Maybe that would be a better punishment than causing you pain...” He pulled out of her pussy and removed the clamps from her nipples. As the blood rushed back to her nipples, she screamed from the pain. He sucked one nipple then the other into his mouth, licking gently as he slipped two fingers into her wet, clenching pussy and rubbed his thumb in a circular motion over her clit. Her breathing grew erratic, and she shook her head quickly as she tried to get away from his probing fingers. He breathed a soft laugh against her lips as he kissed her. She could not believe she was getting turned on by this. This man caused her severe pain. He was taking her against her will, and she was getting aroused. What was wrong with her? She didn't know, but the pressure of his fingers moving inside her, his thumb on her clit raised her body temperature. She tried to wiggle away from his fingers while letting out a low moan full of arousal. He presses his lips against hers and she responded, kissing him back passionately. He removed his fingers and slid his cock inside her returning to the kiss just as she moaned into his mouth. He whispered against her lips as he began rocking into her gently, “That's right Simone, lift your hips. Show me how much you want this...” She finally felt good after hours of torture, and she didn't want it to stop. She tilted her hips slightly, and when he went back to kissing her, she felt her arousal expanding, building in her ever higher. She whimpered against his lips and broke the kiss, panting and moaning. He took that as his cue and braced himself to start fucking her harder. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin filled the room, his breathing and her moans increased until she arched her back and let out a cry as her orgasm exploded through her. His laugh was triumphant. Before she could even finish her orgasm, he mocked her, “I knew you were a whore...” He fucked her hard, painfully hard no longer concerned about being gentle. Tears filled her eyes, and this sight caused him to groan and fuck her even harder, as impossible as that seemed to her. Finally, he trembled, “I'm going to fill you with my cum, Simone!” He slammed one last time and held himself deep inside her as he let loose, shaking and groaning then collapsed on top of her pinning her to the bed. After a few minutes, the only sound in the room were her soft cries. He got up and strolled silently to his clothes and started to get dressed. He glanced at her occasionally but with no expression on his face, just a coldness in his eyes. Finally dressed, he walked over to the bed where she lay trembling, waiting for him to kill her. She assumed this was going to end badly. He brushed her hair from her face and with a coldness in his voice that matched the look on his face, “I'm leaving, but make no mistake, I will find you again. We are not close to done, Simone. Just done for now. I'll be watching you, and when I feel like taking you again; I will. Maybe next time it will be for good. I feel like I might need a permanent playtoy soon. Don't worry about getting free, I'm sure housekeeping will find you tomorrow when they come to clean the room...or maybe someone else will.” He turned, and without another word, opened the door and walked out. He left the door partway open where anyone could see her or even slip inside. Simone and Karla I'm Karla, and last New Year's Eve I was out drinking in the pub with my best friend Simone, bringing in the New Year in the traditional way - down the pub getting plastered, haha. Of course drinking resulted in a need to go to the loo quite often, but as the place grew more and more crowded this became more of a hassle. Eventually, the queue for the ladies' grew very long, which was quite a problem when we needed to pee again, and badly, because neither of us could stomach that long and boring wait. We noticed that some girls were abandoning the queue and going outside to pee, whilst others were just going into the gents', and we were considering doing something similar. In fact, we'd had this same problem here the previous year and had done just that ourselves, leaving our seats to go into the gents' to pee. When we got there though, all the cubicles were in use, as were all the urinals. Two guys were each pissing in one of the two sinks. Several others were still waiting, whilst one, who decided he couldn't - or didn't want to - wait anymore, was pissing against the wall, right in front of his squatting girlfriend, who was in there too and pissing on the floor. She was looking right at his pissing dick and grinning widely. Simone and I just hoisted our skirts, lowered our knickers, squatted there in the middle of the room, and pissed all over the floor in full view of all those guys. One of the guys still waiting took his cue from us, got his dick out, and started pissing on the floor too right in front of us. I could feel tiny droplets splashing onto my legs but I was in no mood to complain. In fact, I found the whole situation highly erotic to an extent that surprised me. The problem was that when we got back from the gents', our seats had been taken and we had to spend the rest of the evening standing. Neither of us fancied that this time. So whilst we contemplated using the gents' again, enjoying the memory of last year's "adventure" in there, we decided that we wanted to keep our seats and began to ponder other possibilities. We considered going into the gents' one at a time whilst the other looked after our seats. But neither of us thought it advisable to be in there on our own. I suggested we take turns peeing outside as an option. But Simone didn't want to risk being seen peeing in public, especially if there was any chance of being seen, arrested, and prosecuted by the police for urinating in a public place. And she had fears of being spotted, and filmed, by one of her pupils passing by. You see, she has a respectable job as a secondary school teacher and could risk losing it if either of these things were to happen. But smirking naughtily, Simone actually had what proved to be a much better idea. "Why don't we just piss here under the table?" At first I was mildly shocked at the suggestion, yet strangely excited too. "What! On the carpet? We can't do that!" But I giggled at the naughtiness of the idea nevertheless. "Why not? No one is going to notice us doing it, tucked away in this corner. And it'll save us the hassle of having to get up. And it's a lot safer than taking turns going in the mens' toilets, or outside on our own. It'll be kind of fun anyway, don't you think?" I laughed and said, " Yeah maybe, but won't it ruin the carpet?" "So what! It's not our carpet is it! Besides, just think how much wine and beer must get spillt on it every day. I don't think our pee will really make all that much difference, do you?" "Simone, you're so naughty!" I laughed. But I took my knickers off and stuffed them into my handbag, as Simone did likewise. And pretty soon we were sitting on the front edge of the seat, the backs of our skirts pulled up and our muffs overhanging the seat. And then we both just started to pee right there all over the pub carpet under the table, both of us grinning at each other. Simone said, "I've always wanted to be a dirty cow like this and just piss anywhere, but never done it. I'm a highly respectable lady you see!" And we both laughed as we carried on pissing all over that carpet. We must have peed for over a minute. Our bladders had been desperately full. It was a real turn on, and I was disappointed when I ran out of pee. Right then I wished I could have peed for ever, haha. With our bladders empty, Simone grinned at me, saying, "I really enjoyed that." "Me too", I responded immediately, both of us laughing. I couldn't resist taking a quick peek under the table to see the damage. "Fucking hell, Simone! Have you seen the state of the carpet? It's fucking soaked! Haha." Simone took a look for herself. " I see what you mean. But so fucking what! I don't know about you, Karla, but I'm sure we're going to need to pee again before this evening is out, and I'm not intending to bother going anywhere else." "Nah, me neither" I grinned. "Well, Karla, if you think that carpet looks in a bad way now, it's going to look a whole lot worse by the time we leave, haha." And sure enough, we each needed to pee three more times before the evening was done, each time a pretty full bladder. By the time we left, not only was the entire carpeted area below the table quite obviously soaked, but a large pool of pee rested upon part of it, the carpet too saturated to absorb anymore. With a last giggle at the sight of this, we finally departed the scene of our crime. Simone Revealed Chapter I: Fall 2010 Smooth. Her skin was so smooth. It felt like silk and smelled like the earthy cologne she wore and underneath it was her; the scent of her skin, clean and warm. It meant whatever fragrance she sprayed on would never smell the same on someone else. Something in me reacted to her aroma; it made my body wake up and stand at attention. She was so sexy, so...potent. I was almost unable to handle how strongly she pulled at me. It was four months shy of my twenty-ninth birthday when I was first officially introduced to Alex Guidry though I'd seen her around the office periodically for nearly a year. The company we worked for had completed a merger three years before. After all the core synchronizations of policies and procedures, systems analysis and roll-over had been decided and implemented it was time to begin focusing energies on new initiatives. One such project was developing new sales and marketing software which would make the reporting process easier for the affected departments. The CFO had called me in and asked that I take point on the project. It was a tremendous opportunity that I naturally couldn't pass up. Despite an already swamped schedule I took on the additional role and prepared to give it 200%. After all, I had no social life and spent 70 hours a week in the office. What was another ten? When Alex entered the room during the first planning meeting my eyes were drawn to her instantly. I had to work very hard to not stare at her. She was introduced after the company president announced her relocation to California. She was our VP of Information Systems and Networking and had been with the company for twelve years. I didn't catch much after that because our eyes met for a moment as she was given the names of each person in attendance. She looked at me, nodded then moved on but I felt like I was losing my mind just a little bit. It had been awhile since I'd felt that exciting jolt of instant lust however, my reaction to Alex was beyond even that. It took several minutes to pull myself back into clear focus on what my purpose was in the meeting. There were many meetings to attend during the planning phase, many phone conferences and email exchanges for roughly six weeks. During that time I held fast to my self-control and actively denied my attraction to her because she was a co-worker and I had very strict rules about fraternizing in the office. That's what I tried to sell to myself every time she entered my offer to discuss updates or get clarity on a suggestion I had submitted. In reality Alex made it harder to remember my personal decree every day. And she did it without trying. She never touched me, never looked at me in any way that made me feel she was assessing me or trying to decide if she liked what she saw; no heat ever entered her incredible eyes for me. Because she kept her distance, I could fantasize at night in the privacy of my home with my vibrator and her image in my mind's eye. Then one day shortly after the Thanksgiving holiday the dynamic of our relationship shifted and my real struggle began. It was subtle, an almost imperceptible difference, yet I knew it. I was extremely aware of it all the time. We worked in different departments but they were housed on the same floor in adjacent sections. Walking at a brisk pace, running behind schedule for a meeting, I rounded a corner too fast and ran directly into her. The recoil had me losing balance but she reached out quickly to steady me. Her hands are large. Alex is five feet nine inches, taller than average for a woman, and stocky. She's thick but it's a toned and solid thickness. I'm only five four, five six with my sensible work pumps. Her hands wrapped around my waist, her fingers overlapping one another. We were so close, for just that moment and my insides jellied. She smiled at me as she passed with a polite 'Sorry.' I think I nodded but I was concentrating rather intensely on staying on my feet so I can't be certain. What I do know is that her scent had invaded me gently, deeply. And having it close enough to taste combined with a hint of the strength in her hands and arms was exhilarating. The potential for the press of her body beside mine, above mine, inside mine was clear to me in just that fleeting touch. I soaked my panties and could feel them sliding between the wet lips of my pussy, stroking my sensitized clit with each step I took until I reached orgasm just as I got inside my office and closed my door. I had to lean on it to hold myself up. I was useless at work the rest of that day. I went home that night and masturbated until I passed out; my body still dancing with need, demanding more to achieve satisfaction than I could give with just my toys. They weren't her and she was what I was craving. Chapter II: Winter 2010 From that day forward, we seemed to run into each other more frequently. She would smile at me and her eyes, like pools of warm chocolate, would dance. She'd strike up a conversation when we saw each other in the break room and even though it was all work related I felt special that she was talking to me. She had plenty of admirers at the job but I never heard any rumors about her with anyone. This didn't mean she was single but it did please me to know in the place we spent the most time in a given day, there was no one else who had her attention the way I wanted it, the way I started to dare to hope I might be able to have it. For a few more weeks the frequency of our interactions increased and there twice the number of times we saw each other in passing where her gaze would meet mine directly with a smile in her eyes. Her flirtations were so subtle I found myself uncertain of whether or not I was being flirted with at all. It drove me crazy because, of course, I wanted her to be flirting with me. I wanted to know that I wasn't alone in this sea of desire. That need to know I wasn't by myself with this aching made me wonder if I was imagining there was something more than mere office politeness. Because I yearned for her, I fervently wished for her to want me too. I found myself dreaming about her almost nightly. I went from trying my best to avoid her to hoping I would run across her every time I stepped out of my office. It was the last Thursday of the year when we crossed the bridge into new territory. End of year close outs were always a nightmare but the software we'd implemented had cut the work down significantly. Still not everything had been converted or included in the product. On top of the cross platform reporting that I had to streamline into a single cohesive outline, the tedious process of making adjustments on both platforms that were necessary because of users failure to follow instructions and managements failure to catch the errors sooner, negated any time saving the software had afforded. I would be at work until 1 or 2 in the morning on New Year's Eve. I could have left around 9 and come in for a few hours the next day but for some reason I was determined to finish it all before I left. I really wanted to be able to relax without work in the back of my mind all weekend. It had been over two years since I had enjoyed a three day weekend. Having forced myself to take a breather to avoid a mental overload, I was eating my dinner when she came into the deserted break room. She wore a black suit that hung on her body so well it was clearly tailor-made. Her hair was recently cut and the dreadlocks lay back in neat rows down to her shoulders. "Hey! Working late huh?" She questioned sliding coins into the vending machine. I watched her while she couldn't see and partially hoped it was a quick stop for her. The other, bigger, more persistent part of me wanted her to sit down so I could smell her and hear the smooth richness of her voice. "Yeah. Year's end, you know how that goes." I answered. "Oh yeah. Do you mind if I join you for a few minutes? If I don't let my eyes uncross I'll stop being able to understand the code on the screen soon." She told me. She turned toward me waiting for permission to come over. "No, I don't mind. When I finally go home, I'll be fixing myself a strong drink, running a bubble bath and soaking this week away." I told her. It was the most personal statement ever made between us. She began to move toward me. Her eyes locked onto mine and it was the first time she ever let her interest show. Not the interest given when someone really cares about what you're saying; she was always attentive. What I saw at that moment was the interest of stud for femme, woman for woman. It was nothing overt. Just the slightest shift in her expression and I knew. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. My heart beat faster the closer she got, "What do you listen to while you relax in the tub?" She asked quietly while pulling out a chair and spinning it around so she could straddle it. Another ping of awareness that something with her had changed hit me. I realized it was there in her voice. Some nuance in her speech made me believe she was thinking of me in a bath; naked in steamy water, my hair piled atop my head, wet tendrils of the long, dark brown locks dancing in the water. The blouse I'd worn that day was a V-neck that gave a tasteful hint of cleavage. I could almost feel her gaze like a caress when it briefly slid down to my breasts and wondered if she was imagining them peeking out above the foamy surface of the fragrant water I'd be lounging in. "It depends on my mood. I like a wide variety of music. Pop, rock, R&B, Neo soul, hip-hop, conscious rap, country, opera, show tunes." I stopped talking abruptly when I realized I was rambling. She smiled again and her dimples flashed in the perfectly smooth cocoa of her skin. "Okay. What mood do you have to be in for rock?" She inquired. "Pissed off, same goes for opera." I was excited by her desire to know more about my mentality as much as by her nearness. "I can get behind that." She informed me. An image of her bending me over the cafeteria table and pushing into me from the back flashed into my mind. I blushed and felt like a teenager correlating any mundane phrase to sex. "What about Neo soul?" She pressed on. Her eyes never left mine and in that moment, the directness of her gaze unlocked the chains on my inhibitions. I felt the concept of 'off-limits' slipping away. I didn't understand what I was feeling beyond the scope of intense need. But who I'd thought I was, what I'd thought I'd want was unraveling. I felt myself starting to conceive of being able to be bold enough to make my interest clear to her. "Well, Neo soul, jazz, funk, blues, those come out when I'm feeling grown and restless." I answered. I knew my eyes were smiling wickedly at her. Two accounting reps entered. "Hey Alex." They greeted. I didn't know either of the females by anything more than name, but their infatuation with the tall stud was blatant upon their young faces. The fact that they pointedly did not say anything to me, spoke volumes. Alex waved but gave her attention fleetingly before turning back to me. I preened internally. I was only twenty-eight but I'd felt the bite of dismissal with the promise of barely legal pussy being given. It was nice to be the one commanding such attention. "Grown and restless huh? I think that's exactly how I'm feeling. I have to work tomorrow though." She said. "Short weekend. You know what that means right?" "Nah, what does it mean?" She inquired taking a sip of her water. I watched her lick a drop off her bottom lip and had to work not to drool or moan. "It means you have to make the most of it." I told her in a voice that had gone a little breathless. Her eyes lit up at that. "Alex, Sandy is looking for you." One of the girls called as they headed back out the door. Alex sighed but stood. "See you later." She said returning the chair to its original position.. The promise in her words had me aching. I felt completely intoxicated. It was somewhat frightening that she affected me so easily and so thoroughly, yet at the same time, it thrilled and intrigued me. If she had even half the talent my gut told me she did, I would never forget the experience, no matter what came of it. That knowledge should have been more disturbing to me, but I was too far-gone. I returned to my office and forced myself to finish my work. My libido wasn't allowed to interfere with the job I had to do. By one-thirty that morning, I was finished and exhausted. I packed my briefcase and turned to leave only to find Alex watching me. She leaned in the doorjamb, ankles crossed, hands in her pockets. She'd ditched her jacket, unbuttoned the second button on her shirt and rolled up her sleeves. She looked like temptation personified. "Hey." She said. "Hey." I managed. My legs were weak and I feared I wouldn't make it if I had to walk to where she stood. She stepped in and closed the door. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in getting together later this evening?" "Yes." I breathed. I could barely think straight but I did my best to keep my cool. "I should be done by six. So let's say eight? You like Thai food?" "Yes, actually." I answered. I was inordinately pleased that I didn't have to lie and somewhat bemused to realize I would have. If it would please her I wanted to do it, I wanted to be it. "Great. So you know, you just made it so I'll be making the most of my weekend." She said with an smile. "Glad to be of service. Let me give you my number." I offered and went back to my desk to jot it down. I knew the moment she stepped behind me. I could feel her presence; could feel the heat of her body, the pulse of her energy tingling along my spine. I knew her eyes were caressing the line of my back, sliding over the roundness of my ass. I didn't get much in the breast department; I barely manage to fill a B cup. When it comes to hips, ass and thighs, however, I am blessed. At that moment I was more cognizant of my physical appeal than ever before. Alex didn't touch me, didn't give the sense of hovering but she made me so very aware. Not just of her, but of myself, of both of our bodies. I handed her my number and she slid her fingers lightly across mine as she accepted the slip of paper. I shivered and smiled shyly. "Thanks. I'll call for directions when I'm on my way." She said softly. "Okay." I agreed feeling delirious with surreal pleasure. Alex escorted me to my car because the number of people in the 15 story building was less than a dozen including cleaning staff and security. I appreciated her gentlewomanliness and thanked her when she helped me into the drivers seat. "Drive safe." I nodded and pulled away before I begged her to fuck me right there. While it would no doubt be hot, I was too classy to have her first time taking me be in a cold creepy parking garage. I went home, soaked in my tub, drank my Remy Martin Red and dreamed about Alex when I slept. In my dream, she stood behind me in front of a mirrored wall. I was naked and she wore the clothes I'd last seen her in. She was pressed against me, touching me. My eyes wanted to drift closed but she whispered in my ear and told me to watch. She squeezed my nipples and I moaned. My pussy is plump and when aroused my clit protrudes from the thick lips and pulses rhythmically between them. Even in the dream, I could feel that throbbing. She stroked my body slowly, taking her time. She touched me everywhere except between my legs, teased me mercilessly. I was aflame. "Do you see yourself? So sexy. You don't yet, but you will." She said to my reflection. The orgasm that overtook me ripped me from sleep. I fell back against the bed soaking wet and panting. When I went back to sleep I didn't dream again. When I woke, I showered and groomed myself then ran errands in the morning. I came home and cleaned. By four-thirty I was on my back porch reading a book and enjoying the mild breeze. My phone rang at five. "Hello?" "Hey there. I got off sooner than expected. Are you busy or can I interest you in an earlier start?" Alex inquired. Her voice was a rich honeyed alto and even over the phone it affected me. "No, I'm not busy." "Okay, I was thinking I could grab the food on the way there. I should warn you, I'm a bit of a bore. Most weekends I make it a blockbuster event." She admitted. I grinned to myself. "It's okay. I'm pretty much the same way. I'll run errands, clean up, sit on the porch and read 'til the sun goes down or play in my veggie garden. Most of my friends are married or in serious relationships so we don't get to spend as much time together and I left the club scene awhile ago." I told her. She exhaled and I realized she'd been worried I wouldn't be interested once I knew she was a homebody. I was flattered that she wanted me enough to be worried. Make no mistake; I knew what would happen when she came over that day. We'd spent months moving steadily toward that moment. "Excellent. Well, what kind of movies are you in to?" "I love a good suspense/thriller." I told her. "I'll bring a few to choose from." She offered. I gave her directions and we hung up. Around six Alex arrived at my house carrying bags of delicious smelling food and a large CD case full of movies. "Smells terrific." I said. I took the DVD's leaving her to carry the take-out. She followed me into the kitchen where we dished out food. We talked and she asked me about the end of year outcome. I told her I'd made some notes to write up and send to her. We laughed over some of the more comical fuck-ups in our respective departments as we headed into the living room. It felt natural and nice having her in my space. She wore a pair of straight-legged jeans and a black polo with black Timberland boots. Her hair was pulled back out of her face. I wanted to rip her clothes off. I'd treated myself to a 50-inch wall mounted plasma television for my last birthday. Alex whistled appreciatively when she saw it. "A woman after my own heart." She commented. I blushed. We took a seat on the floor in front of the couch and I flipped through the movies she'd brought. I was half way through the book when I realized every movie there was a suspense flick. The woman had either a lot of movies or a real love for the genre. I finally settled on a classic, Cape Fear. We ate in silence as we watched. When it ended, I was much closer to her than I had started out as each heart pounding moment moved me toward her. I stood and walked to the DVD player to remove the movie. Once again, I knew when she came to stand behind me. "To risk sounding presumptuous, am I mistaken in thinking there is an attraction between us?" She asked resting her hands on my hips. I lost all brain function for a moment. "No, you aren't." I finally said. Her hands were again encircling my waist. I trembled with need and wondered if Alex felt it. Her thumbs gently stroked my sides. No woman had ever touched me so simply and made my entire body respond. I straightened and turned to face her when she flexed her fingers. I didn't question how I knew what she wanted, I just responded. "I'd like to be grown with you tonight." She said. Her eyes were achingly beautiful. She allowed me for the first time to fully see her desire and it matched my own. My pussy fluttered. "I'd like that too." I practically whispered. Her lips touched mine and I let go of my restraint. I would be whatever she wanted me to be, I would take whatever she gave me. The way she kissed me I knew I would love every minute of it. She pressed our bodies together and finally, I could feel her against me. I wanted to feel her skin but my strength betrayed me as she feasted on my mouth. She slid her hands beneath my shirt and I moaned. The reality of her touch on my bare skin was delicious. The part of my mind that would normally have been screaming that Alex was a co-worker and I was breaking one of my cardinal rules was silent. From the first moment her scent had grabbed me, I'd known that eventually I would lose the fight to resist her. Now that the time had come, there was no point in arguing with myself about it. I wanted this woman with an intensity I'd thought could only be found in stories. Her full, soft lips left mine and moved down to my neck. I moaned. Her tongue moved over one of my most sensitive areas and caused a delightfully shivery sensation to ripple though me. I was pliant in her arms. Only her hands wrapped around me kept me standing. "I've got countless fantasies built up about you and lots of freaky things I want to do, but this first time, I want you in a bed. I want to take my time." She whispered in my ear. Her words, I can hardly explain. I'm a firm believer that sex is mostly mental. Well, good sex is anyway. I hadn't really had any lovers who completely subscribed to that school of thinking. Simone Revealed Alex seemed to not only know it and embrace it; she seemed to be jacked directly into my brain. When she spoke her words brought an image to my mind with powerful clarity and translated almost instantly to my body. It was everything. The words she said were just as important as her voice, sensuous in my ear. The warmth of her breath, the knowledge that she wanted me in every way she could have me. It was there in the way she said the words. It was just her! All the little factors that made her up, made her unique, made her irresistible. Suddenly I could walk again. I needed this to happen. I needed release and I needed it to be Alex's actions as well as her words that gave it to me. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. When we arrived, I turned to face her again. She pulled off her shirt and stepped toward me. "You're beautiful." She said. I bit my bottom lip, nervous, excited. Her eyes slid over me and I could feel her gaze like a caress. Where it touched, I tingled. She undressed me slowly. I'd worn a dark blue spaghetti strapped t-shirt and a pair of tight dark jeans. She pulled the shirt off first. My breasts were bare. She ran her fingertips along the curve of the sensitive mounds with the barest of touches. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and I heard Alex groan low in her throat as she watched my pulse jump in my neck like a frightened rabbit. She continued to stroke my breasts, moving ever closer to the hard aching points of my nipples while her lips and teeth wrapped around my pulse. She suckled my neck and my fingers clutched her shoulders. Her hands cupped my breasts and I whimpered when she used her palms to tug on my nipples. She kissed her way down my body and I wept when her lips closed around one hardened peak. My hands held the nape of her neck pressing her closer. Part of me could hardly believe it was happening. She'd unzipped my jeans at some point. I couldn't think past the warm wetness of her mouth pulling my entire breast into her mouth. She broke contact to strip my jeans down my legs and help me out of them. I'd worn a simple white thong. She moved around me and I closed my eyes waiting. The anticipation was almost as intense as the pleasure. She grabbed my ass gently, palming the globe and squeezing. My panties were soaked. She came back to the front and pulled the thong off. I was exposed. My clit protruded from between the engorged lips of my pussy. I felt the heat of her mouth, so close, as she had me step out of the drenched fabric. I held my breath. It was almost too much, almost too intense. Her tongue slid over my pearl in one long, slow stroke and I came in a flood. She groaned again. She picked me up suddenly and placed me on the edge of the bed. Kneeling at the side, she pulled me closer. I looked down along my body and watched her gaze at me. I was dying for her to finish it. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. I whimpered pleadingly and she took pity on me, leaned forward and placed her lips against me. Her tongue eased in slowly and she licked along my inner lips collecting all the nectar she could. Oh. My. God. I was breathless; my heart felt like it would break free of the confines of my chest, my legs began to shake. I couldn't make up my mind what to do with my hands and they fluttered like restless butterflies from her head, to her hands, to the bedspread. She didn't rush, her tongue moved slowly, deeply, confidently. All my fantasies evaporated in the wake of the heat the truth of her evoked. Her big hands held me in place, gently but firmly. The surety of the strokes of her tongue drove me crazy. She moved as though she'd delved into me this way many times before. The second orgasm began in the center of my body and moved out until I felt as though I had dissolved. I couldn't even scream with the pleasure. I didn't realize I had passed out until I came to with Alex looking down at me. She'd moved us deeper into the bed. "Welcome back." She said softly. She lay beside me on her side. Her fingertips traced a lazy figure eight around my navel and small shivers wracked my body. "How long was I out?" I asked. I was acutely aware of her touch and had a difficult time focusing on her answer. "Just a few minutes. Do you want to continue?" She asked. I felt light as a feather and knew I looked equally languorous. I gazed at her lying almost fully dressed next to me and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not nearly finished with you. What I do want to know is why I'm naked and you're still wearing all those clothes?" "That's a good question." She said. "Do you not like to be touched?" I asked her. It was certainly a possibility. It would be a great disappointment but I would deal with it. "I love to be touched." Alex informed me as she stood and began to disrobe. I watched her with hungry eyes. I'd dreamed about her body being revealed to me. She pulled her beater over her head and I ran my eyes up along the gently rounded curve of her stomach. Her breasts were perfect. Full, round, perky. Her nipples were already hard and I couldn't think of anything I wanted more in that moment than to run my tongue over them. She watched me study her and the heat in her gaze was enough to sear. She pushed her pants down and I managed to tear my eyes away from her chest. She wore a pair of tight white boxerbriefs. She also wore a harness. I stared at the thick bulge imagining the pleasure to be had with the use of the tool she'd chosen. "I debated on whether to wear this, bring it with me or leave it at home. I couldn't bring myself to leave it, just in case. And it seemed worse somehow to pull it out of a bag if we ended up needing it." Alex said as though she had read my mind. Hell maybe she had. "If you're not into penetration I'll take it off." She advised me. I grinned at her. I could have pretended to be offended by her assumptions but I looked down again and saw the long imprint of the piece. The thick tip was only a breath away from the edge of the shorts. I imagined watching her entering me with it, seeing excitement in her eyes as she watched my pussy sucking it in. I wanted that delicious pleasure of being opened and filled up, with my lover's weight behind her thrusts pushing her dick in deeper. I shook my head to let her know it wasn't a problem. "I want everything you've got for me." I told her. I didn't tell her it had been over two years since anyone had used a strap to penetrate me, just as I didn't tell her that it had been over a year since I'd last had a lover. She nodded and returned to the bed. Energy pumped through me. I was going to make sure I got all I could handle of what I wanted, in case I never got it again. I moved so I was above her, straddling her waist when she returned to my side. She put her hands up behind her head and studied me. I shuddered at the sensation of having her dick pressed tightly against me. I rubbed myself against it, wetting her underwear, pleasing us both. She moaned with me when I slipped over the edge. Her hands smoothed their way over my back. "It's so sexy seeing you lose control Simone. I've spent countless hours imagining what it would be like to have you outside of the workplace, outside the suits and the polite conversation. I wanted to know if I could make you scream, what you would taste like, how wet you would get and what it would feel like to be inside of you. My dreams didn't come close." I placed my lips against hers because nothing I could think to say seemed adequate to express all that I was willing to give her. I was no simpering virgin, no emotional cripple. I was not a woman who'd never had incredible sex before. Still, I'd never felt like Alex made me feel with anyone. No one had ever gazed at me with such burning sincerity before. For the first time I felt what it was like to have someone look at me as though I was the only woman they could see. It was heady; a brilliant rush. She accepted my kiss and returned it with as much passion as she did tenderness. I nibbled my way down her body; reveled in her moans and sighs. Being with a stud that didn't try to deny or forget that she's a woman was like a breath of the sweetest freshest air. Gender identity issues are tiresome and definitely not for me. Alex was not afraid to express her delight with what I was doing to her. My lips brushed lightly across her nipples and her hand buried itself in my hair pressing me closer, silently urging me to take her into my mouth. I obliged, sucking first gently, then, when she encouraged it, with more force. Her skin was smooth, soft, supple and delicious. My tongue danced across her nipples, teeth nipped lightly, lips suckled. "You know what you're doing with that mouth of yours." She moaned as I continued to move down her body. I grinned against her. When I reached the waistband of her boxers, I ran my tongue along the skin just below the snug material. I could feel her stomach muscles clenching and it shot my arousal up. I could smell her. That same earthy note that had first ensnared me was now deeper, more pungent. Intoxicating. I wanted to taste her, to feel her wet and slick on my tongue. I contented myself with teasing both of us by running my tongue along the length of the thick phallus she wore. I heard her breath catch and felt powerful beyond measure in that moment. I pulled the boxers down until the dick popped out. The bulbous head was resting on the tip of my tongue before I'd fully realized it was my intent. Seeing the flames rise in her eyes was all the motivation I needed to give her a show. Eyes never leaving hers, I swirled my tongue over the head while moving my hands down. My left gripped the base of the thick dick so I could hold it steady for what I was about to do; my right slipped into her boxers and teased her pussy lightly. I wrapped my lips around the tip and began sucking it in. She didn't just gasp this time, she groaned as though she could really feel what I was doing. Her hand was again buried in my hair, guiding my movements, adding to both of our enjoyment. I slid two fingers into her pussy and couldn't help but moan around her dick when I felt the copious amounts of wetness I encountered. I'd never in my wildest dreams have imagined she would be so wet. She squeezed my fingers tightly with her walls when I began reintroducing myself to deep-throating. When I looked up at her she grinned at me. I took as much of the long black monster as I could. It filled my mouth and I knew she was watching my lips wrapped around her piece intently. When giving a blowjob to a fake dick, it's obviously not about sensation. The visual is what incites the heat. A half-assed attempt is not sexy. We reached the boiling point at the same time. She pulled me back and I moved above her anxious to have her filling me elsewhere. I gripped the dick and slowly eased myself down onto it. Words fail. Beyond the physical sensation of being opened, plugged; her face was an erotic feast to behold. Her eyes were nearly black they were so dark with her excitement. She was biting her full lower lip. She watched me take her python and I found myself riveted studying her face and seeing how much it turned her on. I threw my head back, gripped her forearms and arched my back deeply then screamed when orgasm surfaced unexpectedly. Like a great leviathan emerging from the murky depths, it had been rising undetected. While I'd been so involved with examining her expressions I hadn't been paying attention to my body continuing to run toward a massive peak. I had only taken half of the veiny shaft when I began cumming. Alex took advantage of the additional lubrication my climax provided combined with her hold on my arms and pulled me down the rest of the way. I couldn't speak. Her hard thrust rocketed me back up and over. She continued to grind her dick into me while buried deeply. She was touching an area of my body no one had ever reached and caused pleasure. I didn't consider myself one of those women that enjoyed cervix hits. But the pleasure pain I was feeling right then was keeping me on a rollercoaster of climaxes. I'd never achieved multiple orgasms before. Once a friend tried to explain what it was like but the descriptive fell short because I couldn't quite wrap my mind around the concept, couldn't put myself in the place of someone capable of having them. I understood then. I couldn't keep track of the number. I couldn't understand the words coming out of my mouth despite being unable to stop speaking them. Half weren't even English. I spoke in a language I'd thought I'd forgotten because I hadn't used it in so long. I was probably babbling incoherent adjectives trying to convey how amazing what I was feeling was. My pussy throbbed viciously around the dick when it finally ended. I shivered uncontrollably as I straightened. My breath burst forth in ragged pants. My thighs quivered with each movement. Alex remained still for the moment. My hair hung obscuring part of my face while I struggled to regain control. Her big hands came up to stroke over my breasts. My nipples, rigid and aching, seemed to strain toward her. I felt full yet I wanted more, so much more. My body was not yet satisfied, not yet ready to admit defeat. Alex took over for me while I was still searching for the ability to start moving. She gripped my hips, lifted me up a few inches and slid the dick deeply in and out while hitting all sides of my pussy. She pulled out some high quality porn shit on me and in a half dozen rapid and rough strokes stripped me of hard won sophistication. I traveled back to my hood roots, let whatever came in my head spill out without bothering to grammar check it. I'd never realized even during sex I code switched. The pleasure Alex made me feel unlocked the understanding that you're not supposed to be able to think that clearly nor should you care when you're in the midst of a passionate session. Maybe I'd only thought I'd known passion before. Whatever the case in my past had been, there was no holding back with Alex. "Ooh fuck! Oh, God damn, I ain't never had no shit like this!" I told her. She grinned at me. "You like the way I'm working that pipe?" "Ooooooh fuck! Oh yes, yes. Keep going Alex. I'm going to come again." I pleaded. I gripped my own hair and pulled. It was right there, riding the fine edge. Like a high speed chase my orgasm pursued me. With just the right pit maneuver it would catch me and the collision would be magnificent. She increased her tempo and my eyes opened in shock. That was the push. Intense pleasure slammed into me at lightning speed. I screamed until I had no air, until my throat burned and people outside might think something sinister was being done to me. Then I flooded her strap. Literally. I felt my body release, felt the sticky wetness run over my thighs. "Fuck!" Alex gasped. She moved us, rolling over so she was above me. "Jesus, you're amazing." She told me. I wept without shame or control. She kissed away my tears, never losing her rhythm. Each time she entered me I crested. It was as though each thrust pushed me up another level. My nails clawed her back when I hit another shattering point. I drew blood but she didn't stop. "Please, Alex." I begged, not even completely sure of what I wanted, whether I was pleading for her not to stop or to grant a reprieve. "More?" She asked. She'd stopped moving, left the dick buried inside me. My pussy throbbed and convulsed around it. "More. From the back." I found myself answering. Alex pulled out slowly, and then moved to the side of the bed. With her feet planted firmly on the thickly carpeted floor, she waited while I shifted. I arched my back deeply, felt myself open and ready as I offered my pussy up to her. She slapped my ass sharply. I cried out with shocked excitement. It felt like her hand had begun the spread of fiery need over every molecule of my skin until I could no longer differentiate between one part of me and the next. The next blow wasn't as shocking but just as arousing. "Oh fuck, please, don't tease me baby." I begged. She obliged by pushing into me roughly, filling me. I clawed the sheets. She didn't pound into me as I'd expected. Her strokes were long, deep and measured. She touched that spot deep inside again just barely grazing it every time she pushed into me. Her hands, those glorious long-fingered, slightly rough-palmed hands, caressed my back. She gripped my throat and lifted me up so I was sitting up riding her. She was so strong; I could feel it in her hand. Yet she controlled it which turned me on even more. She spoke in my ear in a voice rough with passion and dominance. "Cum bitch!" Her words flipped the switch and she held me firm against her chest when I came with body bucking force. It blanked my mind and left me floating in a sea of undiluted ecstasy. I woke in the early hours of the morning. Alex lay beside me sleeping. My head was pillowed on her bicep as she spooned me from the back and her arm was draped over my waist. I felt safer than I had since I was a kid; in the days when my father was still comfortable around me, showed affection easily. I was so small next to her, she completely cupped me. I started to snuggle deeper into her but froze when I moved against her dick. My body was a mass of sensation; I tingled everywhere, as though even as I slept I'd been reeling from her performance the previous night. My mind hadn't started sorting out individual areas yet. Alex gripped my thigh so suddenly I let out a short scream. It was cut off by a gasp when she lifted my leg and entered me from behind. My pussy was still ridiculously wet and she slid in easily, despite the fact that I was tighter than the previous night. It's my pussy's way of absorbing a really good fucking; locking itself down, almost like it was afraid the sensation would leak out. She pushed in deeply and withdrew quickly. And so began her rhythm. No foreplay, none was needed. My body was on high alert where she was concerned. The fact that right out of sleep she was diving into me like she had no doubts I would still be humming from what she had done to me last night, amazed me. I threw it back at her strokes making it rougher, harder, deeper. She was hitting my G-spot but the sensation almost felt as though it were upside down. "Ooooh! Oh, baby, oh, Alex baby right there. Ooh shit. Keep fucking me, keep fucking me, don't stop. Please, please, don't stop! I'm bout to cum. I'm bout to - I'm coming! Ohmigod! I'm fucking coming all over your dick!" I moaned as it built and built and finally tumbled out of me. I ended screaming her name, shaking my way through a body numbing orgasm and praising her in Portuguese. I'm not even Portugese! Alex held me tight through it, keeping the dick moving in and out of me, prolonging everything. It was a bonus layer of cake for the sense-sational feast being with her was. I came for what must have been a minute or two but what felt like an hour. I collapsed to the bed when it was over. She pulled out of me and held me while the aftershocks worked their way through me. I was barely conscious but I was thinking quite clearly that I was in trouble if she decided she never wanted to fuck me again. It would be a special kind of cruel to make me feel the way she did and then take it away. I prayed for whatever God there really is to let me keep this woman, to let her keep fucking me like this. I must have fallen back into sleep at some point. I came into my dream as though I'd woken up into it. A feeling of lucidity yet disconnection from self filled me. I was astride Alex's face in a reverse cowgirl position, her tongue was moving inside of me in ways that should have been illegal if not impossible. I shuddered in the dream. She gave unreal head. I don't know how she didn't have an army of stalkers. I felt her hands gripping my hips and the sensation was so tangible I began to wonder if I was actually dreaming at all. I felt my legs shaking and heard myself moaning and whispering, "So good, so good." over and over again. Simone Revealed Alex held me in position above her as she woke me with sure strokes. She moaned against me when I spasmed around her tongue. The hum of her moaning into my pussy catapulted me into climax. "Alex!" I called out. She drank me down, licked up every last drop. Naturally such thorough attention only caused me to cum again, harder even than the previous time. She lifted me, moved me down to her lap and impaled me on her pipe. She thrust up into me while bracing her right arm across my lower back. She held herself in position with one arm behind herself, hand planted on the bed. She continued thrusting up into me in long hard strokes. She was pushing against my g-spot each time she went inside of me. "Don't stop fucking me!" I cried out. She didn't, she continued drilling into me until I surrendered to her. When I came it ran out of me in a powerful spray that I watched cascade down the dick which had been almost completely ejected by the force of my orgasm; watched it wet Alex's boxers and watched it darken the blanket beneath us. I was too drained to care. The shit felt spectacular and that was all that mattered. Alex made me feel more alive than ever before. I was going to go with whatever was meant to come from my having known her. She had fucked me into a new year and a new mindset. We spent most of Saturday and Sunday together, parting only when she left to get some clothes from her house. She lived ten minutes away from the job but was willing to have to drive nearly an hour to get from my house to work, so she could spend another night with me. I was undeniably relieved when she asked if I wanted her to stay. I nodded unable to form the words. I was humiliated to find myself on the verge of tears. Feeling stupid, I turned away to busy myself with some unnecessary task. She didn't crowd me and I appreciated her for that. She stopped at the grocery store and purchased the fixings for dinner. She cooked in my fully equipped and almost completely unused kitchen. As I watched her prepare a meal for me, I couldn't get over a worry growing in the back of my mind. This woman was too perfect. She probably had a wife somewhere. Some poor femme was probably sitting at home thinking she was the one and only while in reality Alex had several relationships, getting a thrill out of the conquest. Or maybe she was abusive or obsessively jealous. She lured women in with the guise of being sweet, strong and undeniably sensual and then began beating their ass or dismantling them mentally. Or she was a stalker and would start to want to know every move her woman is making, every person she communicates with. Maybe she was a compulsive gambler/liar, or worse mentally unstable! I pushed those thoughts aside. I refused to let myself make trouble where there was none. We watched another movie. Or we started to. Twenty minutes in and I was on the couch with my panties being pulled off so she could place her lips on my pussy. She ate me til I was soaked then fucked me decent. She positioned me at the edge of the couch with my legs pushed up against my chest and spread wide. My thighs were pressed against my breasts. Alex surprised me when she didn't kneel between my legs and enter me but instead flipped around so her legs lay across mine pinning them in place. Her feet were planted against the back of the couch, her hands were on the floor between my legs and her pelvis was lined up with mine. She held herself up with one hand and used the other to grip the dick and position it at my entrance. She pushed into me and when her dick was deep enough to no longer need a guide she returned her hand to the floor, stabilizing herself. Alex began rolling her hips, pushing the dick into me then withdrawing. I would have never even conceived of such a position but it felt really, really good. I came back to back in rapid succession. Alex changed her pace, dropping down in fast short strokes, hitting my spot over and over again. I gripped her calves and screamed. Her body weight was keeping my legs up and open. There was no escaping the pleasure, nothing to do but ride it out, to surrender to it or be obliterated by it. She made me cum repeatedly in that position, seemingly as though she would never get tired of holding herself that way. I wanted to be on top however. "Alex." I gasped around my next peak. She pushed herself forward rolling out and off of me. She moved gracefully and I could only gape as she rose and moved toward me. "How do you want it now?" She questioned gripping her wet dick and stroking it. Her eyes never left my face. I felt myself heat and open. I wanted her back inside me. "Sit." I wanted to say much more, I wanted to tell her exactly what I intended to do to her so that she could anticipate it as she made me anticipate. But the words wouldn't form. So I did the only thing I could, I stood on legs that refused to stop trembling and waited for her to move to the couch and sit down. I straddled her filling myself with the length of her piece in a fast rush. I shuddered when I had taken it all. "Damn that was hot!" She said. I took her face between my hands and kissed her deeply. I rode her slowly milking it for every shivery, delicious sensation I could endure. My orgasm was a slow motion tidal wave. The leisurely pace of me winding my hips and her counter rotation built me almost unnoticeably toward completion. I watched her face while we moved together. She leaned forward and kissed my breasts. Her mouth was soft as it moved over my nipples, sucking gently. Her tongue came out to play and abruptly the tidal wave crested and my climax was suddenly just there. I must have looked as surprised as I was for a moment. After that my mind went into a meltdown. The next morning Alex was moving around quietly, dressing, when I opened my eyes. She came to the bed and sat on the edge next to me when she realized I was no longer sleeping. "Hey. I tried not to wake you." She said softly. "You're leaving?" I questioned. My voice sounded a little pouty and I cleared my throat to make sure it didn't happen again. Clearly she had to leave. It would likely be a turn-off if I seemed the type to cause a fuss about things I know have to happen. "Reluctantly believe me. But it's after seven and I have to go home and let my dog out." She told me. Something in my chest loosened as I listened to her. There would be a next time. I'd prepared myself for the possibility that I would never experience her again. I'd worried about it while she was gone on Saturday. I didn't know how to grab and hold on to what I wanted. If she had decided it was going to be a one weekend stint, I wouldn't have been able to try to prevent it, to be demanding enough for my own pleasure and happiness to even find out why she was denying me. "Okay. In the future, you can bring your dog. I love animals. Or, you know, I can come to your place. I need to get up and get ready myself." I agreed. She smiled at me. "This weekend was amazing." I couldn't stop myself from blurting out. It had been amazing. I was wonderfully sore yet loose and relaxed. I didn't want to go to work, didn't want to do anything but remain curled up like a giant cat. "Yes it was. It was everything I dreamed it would be and more and I'm really looking forward to doing it again. I sincerely wish I didn't have to go to work today." She told me. Her gaze was steady on mine and it was me who looked away first. I felt like she could see into my soul when she looked at me like that. "Me too. I have to ask you a favor." "As long as I can say no." She replied. "Of course." I said. I appreciated her straight-forward manner. It made being open with my communication easier because I didn't worry that I would spend a lot of time trying to decipher how she had taken what I said. "Then go right ahead." She said. "I need you to stay away from me at work today." I told her. "Okay." She agreed. No questions asked, she probably already knew why. Part of me had believed that once we'd had sex it'd be easier to be around her, that it wouldn't have been so distracting every time I saw her or thought of her. I knew better now. I'd be fired within a month for lack of productivity if I didn't keep some space during work hours. "Thank you." I rose to go brush my teeth and wash my face while she finished dressing. When she was ready to depart I walked her to the door and she left me with a kiss that melted me. It took a mortifying three minutes to lock the door and make my way back to my bedroom after she'd gone. She kept her word and her distance that day, yet I repeatedly found myself staring through my computer screen at images of us rumpling the sheets of my bed. My body insisted on remembering the glory of what she'd done to me in vivid sensory detail. By six that evening I was nowhere near completion of the tasks I'd set forth to perform. My cell phone signaled a message and I pulled it out of my purse. Alex had messaged to say she was being sent to the Detroit site for a few days but she could be reached after nine that evening. I was crestfallen having already been anticipating we'd be together that night. I wrote her back to say ok, to tell her to have a safe trip. I debated with myself for several minutes before sending a second message to let her know I'd be eagerly awaiting her return. I wasn't feeling timid as much as cautious. Alex might be a good time boi that would take the party elsewhere as soon as she started to feel like things were getting too serious. But I did want her to know that I was going to be looking forward to her return. As it turned out the issue calling Alex away to Detroit would tie my next week into nightmarish knots. An electrical storm had fried a server. Sales requests, meetings, logistics were thrown into chaos. I had regional managers with a half dozen to a dozen executive sales associates and 20 to 50 sales reps below them demanding assistance. The CFO and President wanted estimates on how much this was going to cost the company in terms of potential loss of clients, revenue, refunds, etc. It was my intention each day to call Alex but we both proved extremely busy and the 3 hour time difference was also not helping. Despite insane schedules, we did text a few times a day. Tuesday early in the morning I woke to find she'd sent a video message. She told me she'd been fantasizing about the next time she would get to taste me. Alex said she could still feel my clit between her lips, could still feel my legs trembling while straddling her face. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that she didn't talk about using her strap on me. While I certainly enjoy the way it makes me feel, I don't find it appealing when studs talk about using the dick if it's not being done while we are actually having sex. Alex gave only a wonderfully erotic and unbelievably flattering description of her worshipping my pussy. I came listening to her and every morning after I would replay it. By the following Monday I was in finishing up putting out the last of the fires. Alex had worked her magic on the frontlines and we were back up and running with no client and minimal revenue loss. The big wigs were pleased, my sales force was impressed and I was feeling proud of myself. I'd done a great deal of work since day one but had never previously allowed myself to really acknowledge my own successes. This was beyond a success. Some of my Regionals said I had pulled off a miracle. It was good to feel I had at last earned respect and the confidence that I deserved my position in the eyes of those who reported to me. Still the effort it had taken to make that miracle was taking it's toll. My focus was practically nonexistent by four that afternoon. My phone rang and I jumped. I'd been day dreaming again. Disgusted with myself I snatched up the phone. "This is Simone." "Have you been thinking about what we did last weekend?" She asked. Over the phone, her voice lost none of its potency. I was shocked when I came. Thoughts raced through my brain, sensations surged through my body. I was breathless. She waited while I composed myself. "Yes." I finally managed to tell her. "Me too. I can't wait to do it again." "Yeah." I responded dumbly. "Is your door open?" "What? Oh, yes." I answered. I was unaccustomed to being so unable to get my wits together. She opened the door closing her cell phone in one hand. "Done for the day?" She inquired. "Yes." I said. Suddenly there was nothing on my desk that couldn't wait until Monday. "Come, you're going home with me." Alex stated. "I don't have anything to wear tomorrow." I heard myself say then wondered why it mattered? I could go home in the morning and get something to wear. Hell I could be in a sex-hazed fog and wear the same outfit for a second day and probably not even think twice about it. Of course I was going home with her. "I bought you something to wear." She informed me. I hadn't expected that. I mean the thought was nice but we didn't know each other well enough for her to buy me clothes. They would probably fit poorly. I'd still wear them. With no other reason to delay, I grabbed my purse and my keys, locked my computer and walked out behind her. I didn't even bother to bring my briefcase. It wouldn't occur to me until weeks later how significant that was. I followed her to her house. She lived in a spacious townhouse with a two-car garage, lovely front porch and a large yard in the back. I stood behind her nervously as she opened the door that led into the house from the garage. Hers was not a cluttered or disorganized carport. Power tools lined the walls; huge toolboxes stood gleaming in the dim light. It didn't surprise me that she liked to work with her hands. The door opened into the kitchen and again, the room was orderly. Copper pots hung from a wrack over a large marble-topped island. I knew they weren't for show, she used them. "Would you like something to drink?" "Wine if you have it?" "Is chardonnay okay?" Alex asked. I nodded. She pulled out two long slender flutes and then opened the cooler and pulled out an unopened bottle of white wine. I waited, as nervous and excited as a virgin in love on her prom night. She was so quiet. She handed me my drink and then proceeded to stare at me. Her eyes penetrated all my defenses until I felt utterly naked and exposed. The wine was cool but I couldn't really taste it. My heart thudded in my chest. The anticipation was even sharper than it had been Thursday night when she'd taken me for the first time. Instead of being steadier because I knew what to expect, I was twice as flustered because I knew what to expect. She walked around me and bent down to speak into my ear. "Are you nervous?" She questioned. "God, yes." I admitted. "Good." She said. Her lips touched down on my neck a moment later and I felt her remove the glass from my limp fingers before it could fall to the tiled floor. As though that simple kiss had activated the nitrous in our engines, she spun me around quickly and our lips were fused together. She kissed me deeply, thoroughly, exploring my mouth, while her hands tore at my clothing. My need was in overdrive and I wanted everything she made me feel right then. I felt crazed, like a heroin addict in withdrawal. I ripped her shirt open sending buttons flying, tugged impatiently at the belt of her slacks anxious to have her naked above me. She pushed my skirt up, moved my panties aside and I felt her fingers parting my lips. Then she was inside of me, ruthlessly manipulating my spot until I flooded her hand. I dragged her down to the floor just as I released her strap from her pants. I gripped the thick phallus and guided it to my now soaked entrance. I screamed when she thrust roughly into me, my hands clutched at her shoulders and I could do nothing but hold on and enjoy the ride. It was fast and hard and rough. She pumped, thrust, slammed into me over and over again. I let myself go with the carnal quality of the mating. My hips and thighs would be bruised from the strength of her grip; my nails scored her back with scratches. I bit her neck hard enough to leave a golf ball sized mark below her ear. Her hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed to just this side of real pain. The orgasm was stunning, leaving me with stars dancing in front of my eyes. I was still dazed when she picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. I was aware of her moving around the room but couldn't seem to get my mind to make my eyes open and focus. By the time I'd regained my strength, she had me secured to her bed by soft leather straps. I swallowed hard and waited to see what she had planned. I'd never been into bondage before. Hell I'd never really thought about it much honestly. The idea of letting someone tie me up was terrifying. I didn't trust anyone that much. That was typically where I drew the line and ended the conversation. Just then the choice had been made for me and it was scary. The fear, however added an unexpected layer to the pleasure of the anticipation. As though a light had been switched on in a dark room of my mind, I suddenly realized how little I actually knew about Alex. I had no idea what she might do to me while I was in such a vulnerable state and the not knowing was turning me on like never before. "Comfortable?" She asked me. I nodded, never taking my eyes off her as she moved around the room. Music played in the background. Something with a steady thumping bass line, turned low so the words were a mystery and the only thing that registered was the pulsating beat. I could imagine her entering me in time to its hypnotic rhythm. "Very good." My eyes widened when she moved a low wheeled table closer to the bed and removed the sheet that had been covering its contents. She gripped first one leg, then the next and secured them to the headboard next to my hands. I was wide open, utterly defenseless. I saw only a few of the toys and various gadgets she'd brought out and swallowed again. I wondered if she planned on using them all. "Have you ever been fucked in your ass?" She asked me. The crude phrasing of the question didn't offend me as it might have with another lover. "Not for quite awhile." I admitted. "Did you like it?" She asked. Her tone was conversational as she surveyed the instruments she'd use. Whether they would be for my pleasure or my pain remained to be seen but I had a feeling it would be some of both. "Yes." I replied. "You know I thought you might." She plucked a pair of vibrating nipple clamps off the table and applied them quickly. I'd never had anything like them used on me before. I'd never even had a lover who'd been willing to be rough with my breasts. The pain was immediate but not overwhelming and I was surprised to feel my pussy jump in response to the sensation. She turned them on and my whole body spasmed. "Ahhh yes I see you like that." She commented and I realized she was watching the juices flow from me. I was beyond embarrassment; the emotion meant nothing to me when I was with Alex. "God, yes baby I love it." I told her without restraint. She grinned and it changed her face into something beautifully dangerous. She picked up a blindfold that was jet black and looked as though it would cover half my face. I wouldn't be able to see what was coming next. Again I was forcibly reminded of the fact that I didn't know her well and of how unquestionably helpless I was. I closed my eyes before she blocked out all light and left me floating in a dark sea of pure sensation. My heart raced, my blood pounded loudly in my veins, my breathing was shallow and fast. I yelped when she touched me unable to help myself. The suspense was killing me. I could hear her chuckling at me but couldn't bring myself to be pissed off. I could only feel my body tightening with need with every breath I took, every rapid beat of my heart. Simone Revealed I felt her tongue push into me into suddenly and then retreat. I moaned pitifully. She laughed again softly, almost like she was purring. She turned the vibration off from the nipple clamps but did not remove them. "Have you ever had a totally mental orgasm?" She inquired near my ear. "Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered. "I mean has anyone ever just talked to you and you came? Have you ever been stimulated through descriptive words alone?" "Not including you? No. It's indescribable." I confessed. "I haven't had the pleasure of witnessing that. Do you remember the feeling of my lips on your body? Kissing your breasts, sucking your nipple in, tongue slipping over and around it?" I could not only remember it, her words coaxed the sensation into my body. "Yes." I breathed. "Do you feel my hands on your body? Feel my fingers running over your sides, your thighs, your ass? Feel me licking down your stomach." She had switched smoothly from asking questions to giving instructions and my brain followed them to the letter. When she said feel it, I did. I moaned; my walls spasmed and my clit throbbed because they knew what came next. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you tonight?" "No." I replied. "That's half the fun. Not knowing. I'm tossing around ideas but I do know your pussy is calling my tongue. My mouth waters every time I look down and see how juicy and plump she is. I need to push my tongue inside you so I can feel your walls sucking on it when you cum." My body obeyed the subtle message. The orgasm was stunning. I tensed against the cuffs I wore on my wrists and ankles. She hadn't touched me yet every nerve in my body was sizzling as though she had. I felt the bed shift as she stood. She made no sounds and I wondered if she had left the room. Then the vibration returned to my nipples and I knew she hadn't. She thrust two fingers into me up the knuckles at the same moment her tongue ran over my clit. The shock of sensation after her departure had me calling out the Lord's name. She knew exactly how to give it to me; exactly how to own my entire being. It was one of the most amazing things about being with her. No other lover had ever been able to provide my body every single thing it needed and wanted without coaching from me and without a significant amount of time to learn my body. Right from the beginning Alex had maneuvered like she'd been given the answers to the test ahead of time. She read my body like an extra large print book and when I came my walls locked around her fingers, holding them deep inside. Her tongue danced over my clit and the second wave of my peak gave her plenty of juices to catch. As with our weekend sessions our appetite was not quickly sated. She put me in positions I hadn't even considered possible. Each climax was another brick removed from my rapidly dwindling wall of inhibition. She used every toy on her table and even went for more at some point. The first deliciously painful pleasure of her entering my ass made me weep. She had me on my hands and knees, unbound by tethers but just as unable to move without her permission. She started with a finger, then two, then a long slim dildo. She filled both holes up and I lost track of my orgasms. They bled together until I could no longer distinguish between them. Her repeat performance was the one that sealed my status as addicted to her fuck. What she had done to me was not a fluke. She truly was as captivating as I remembered and more than even my imagination had been able to conceive of. After we'd worn each other out, Alex made me a chef salad for a late supper. We ate in bed and talked. "What made you move here from Chicago?" I asked curious about her. "A few things really. I started with the company about thirteen years ago. After the acquisition of Speed, I became the go to girl for hardware issues. It was cheaper to send me to various locations when there were problems with the system, than it was to hire an outside technician. When we took on the Cali location, I came to oversee all the system installations. I loved it out here; the weather, the women, the entire vibe of the west coast. I continued to travel frequently spending no more than six weeks home before heading to one of the remote sites for analysis." She told me. I listened fascinated. Alex was generally a woman of few words. She was riveting to listen to."Two years ago I came here and spotted you. I felt like a teenager afraid the object of their desire would notice them, yet, at the same time, hoping they would. You stole my breath. I did some probing to find out about you. They told me you had come on a few months before and seemed to know your shit. Some figured you for an ass kissing stoolie -- it was the only way you could be getting so much recognition so quickly in their minds; others thought you a do girl wonder woman. Most didn't really know one way or another. "I remained intrigued even after returning to Chicago. Months went by, I came here a few times, stole looks at you when I could, picked up new tidbits of info about you. When the purchasing position became available I applied for it. Big cheese wanted to know why I wanted to 'step down' from my current position. I told them I wanted to relocate to California. They said I could just as easily do my job from the national headquarters as I could from the Chicago site. And so here I am. I won all around." She said with a smile, placing her hand on my thigh and squeezing briefly before returning to her food. I couldn't believe it. Certainly I had seen Alex from time to time when she came for routine system checks and hardware upgrades but she was usually only in the office one day and spent most of that time holed up in the IT department. I'd never previously even been introduced to her before she moved permanently to California. I was floored, staggered, speechless. She'd been very matter-of-fact about it. Alex remained silent but not as though she was waiting for a reply. She'd said all she'd had to on the subject. I didn't know what to say so I followed her lead and remained quiet. We slept like rocks. I woke first and made my way to the bathroom. I relieved myself and moved to wash my hands but froze when I caught my own reflection in the mirror. I've always considered myself moderately attractive. What I saw made me gasp. I was practically glowing. The woman staring back through the looking glass was only somewhat recognizable as me. I'd never have imagined I might see myself looking like the vixen I studied just then. Not only was my skin flawless and radiant, my hair was sexily tousled, eyes heavy lidded and seductive. They held a brightness I'd never seen in them, a carnal knowledge and a sexual confidence. My lips were full and flushed and looked as though they were made to have something thick between them. I stared at my visage for long minutes trying to make sense of the change. I hadn't woken up to find surgery had been performed on me or anything as drastic as that. But the difference was noticeable. After several minutes I was able to pull my gaze away from my face. Travelling down as much of my body as I was able to see in the mirror I noted the effects weren't just above my neck. My breasts looked fuller yet perkier, nipples still hard and sensitive. Through fortunate genetics I have a small waist and flat stomach. I'd never had definition though because I wasn't interested in putting forth the effort with both diet and exercise necessary to establish a six-pack. The outline of the muscles in my stomach could be seen and pressing my fingertips to them I could feel them just below the surface. My pussy was thick, still wet, my clit calmer but not fully shielded. Alex was there when I opened the door. One look into her eyes and every part of me was at attention instantly. "Turn around and bend over." she said. I complied without thinking. She spread the cheeks of my ass and licked me from asshole to clit and back up again. I came within that one rotation. She ate my ass. It sounds so wrong and so nasty but it felt so good. She pushed me to the brink of orgasm then stood behind me and pushed a fat dick into me. I'd discovered she had quite a collection as she'd changed them up several times throughout the night. Now she wore something not as long as some she had introduced me to, but thicker than any of the others. Alex gripped a fistful of my hair with her left hand forcing my head back. I was left staring at myself in the mirror and behind me, Alex, guiding the dick with her right hand yet watching me look at it all. She filled me up, then began fucking me. She coated her fingers with my juices then pushed two into my ass. I could feel those long digits pressing against the veiny shaft, stroking over the bulbous head. Alex kept her hold on my hair, forced me to watch my own face. The pleasure was overwhelming. I spoke to her, told her how good it felt. "Ooh yes baby, yes. Give it to me, take this pussy. Beat this bitch in you fucker!" I cried out taunting her. Our eyes met in the mirror and I smirked at her as though to say, 'What are you going to do about it?' Alex had an answer for me. It turned the heat up even more to see in my own eyes how I enjoyed pushing her buttons, feeling her energy building as I pissed her off a little. In response she doubled the force of her thrusts. She wiped the smirk off my face. I got to witness my climax rise up in my eyes, able to focus on nothing but my face in that wall of glass. I was the same, yet changed. "Oooooh shit, ooooh fuck baby. Oh my God, ooh fuck you. Fuck you." I moaned. "Fuck you mothafucka!" I screamed. "What's that? Fuck me? Fuck me?" She barked driving into me at a ruthless pace. Her piece slid in and out in long powerful thrusts. "Oh my God! Daddy I'm fucking busting all over your dick." I cried out unable to hold it off any longer. Alex came against me. I didn't know she could get off that way. From what I could tell it wasn't a vibrating strap. Her orgasm added a thick layer of supreme satisfaction to my own pleasure. "Damn that was good." She said as she withdrew. "Hell yeah." I uttered. We showered together which lead to two washings and some incredible sex against the water warmed tiles between them. By eight she was dressing me in the clothes she'd bought. Real stockings secured by garters encased my legs up to mid-thigh. A knee-length black skirt with two four inch slits in the sides hugged my hips and ass; a crimson colored blouse over a black brassiere showcased my breasts. There was a black suit jacket that went with the skirt and three inch heels for me to step into. Every item fit me as though I had shopped for them myself. Certainly, I'd have never picked out the garters or stockings. The skirt was tighter than I'd have gone for, the heels taller than I'd have chosen. Still, I felt undeniably sexy in the out-fit. I enjoyed the attention I got that day. I tolerated the drooling men and noted several women I'd never have suspected as being interested in women, looking my way. Alex kept her distance again and I found I was more productive than I had been previously. I could still become distracted if I didn't maintain some space during working hours but I was no longer anxious and on edge so I could maintain my composure when we did have to interact during the course of the day. Simone Says Caught. That's the short version. In fairness to me, they were my dishes – in my kitchen. The breeze had dropped so it was hot and okay I'd had two, three cider and a beer. But, really. And I do have to say the distinctive click of a digital cam was something of a shock. In fact I froze, not even breathing. " Let me just say that is one gorgeous male tush – and in my own defence you hadn't even closed the upper half of this dutch door let alone drawn the drapes..." I was guessing it was the new neighbor. Simone. She'd moved in about 3 months ago and we'd kept promising to get together for a glass of wine but when she was off I was working and vice versa. Until, it seemed, tonight. "But mostly, " she continued, "that's a great tush. I've admired it in shorts on the road but when it's just right there, well..." Picking up a dishtowel I turned, drying my hands – straight into a second click and a big bright wry smile. "Now that's a serious cock..." Women can do that. Distract you with flattery for the vital second or two so it was that long, at least, before I realized the pic was being uploaded. "Hang on, where are you sending that?" "Don't worry. Somewhere where it'll be appreciated. Let me just say again that really is a serious cock. Uh-uh," she tucked the camera behind her own back, smiling, and backed a step away from the door. "I could run off and you're hardly in a position to give chase...then I could take my time and post these just about anywhere. You really don't want to upset me." I froze. "This is my house. I could have you for breaking and entering." Pausing, I thought about that. She wasn't actually in my house. Her eyes positively twinkled. "Think of it as online poker. I have two aces," she flashed the camera, "and I know exactly what you have...but you could still try to bluff if you want." I arced the dishtowel at her, which she caught with her free hand as I turned away and went back to my sink. Brazen as ever she simply followed me in, closing the top of the door behind her at least so we wouldn't have every stray in the neighbourhood inside my place. I heard my fridge door open. "You're always promising me a glass of wine. Mind if I have some of the white?" "Do I have a choice?" "No, not really." She was up beside me at the counter, pretending to look in my cupboards for a glass but actually glancing sidelong at my erection. She was a nice looking lady. Tight. Lush brunette. At a guess, 5-2ish. Well maintained. "True bachelor aren't you? You don't do the dishes until every one in the place is dirty." I handed her a soapy wineglass and went on washing. It was a bit surreal actually. But what was I supposed to do? She'd seen everything there was. It would have been churlish to hide or dress or whatever. "Not bad," she said, after sipping the wine. Her eyes were now fixed overtly on my erection. "Did I mention I like your attitude? Love your cock and your tush and your attitude is good too." "Should I take a bow?" I chuckled. "No. Just turn this way a little. A little more. How long will it take to finish up all those dishes?" I shrugged, my hip now resting on the countertop as I went on working. "Fair enough," she slid her bluejean clad rump up onto my counter and sipped her wine, watching my erection. "I like the way it sorta rolls gently when you move like that. Do that again. Hmm," she put down her glass and the cam materialized in her hand, "Smile." Click! "Now look..." "I am." She was quick, very quick. Too quick to compete with verbally for sure. "I asked you to do that little thing for me. Do that little thing for me now." After a moment, she lowered the blackberry and looked at me over it, still smiling. "I thought we'd established that I have all the aces. Maybe I should be more precise. Think of it not so much as online poker, but as strip poker. You're naked and I'm about to start thinking up the most diabolical forfeits." Was she serious? She had an excellent poker face, give her that. Hell, why not? I did 'that little thing'. "I like that." She was snapping pix now. "Do it again. I want to get a vid..." She went on and on making video. Me washing dishes...me clenching my tush...me making my erection roll and jounce about...until, at last, I finished stacking my soapy dishes on most flat surfaces. Then she got video of me bringing and pouring wine for her in the living room. Beyond surreal now, with the sun going down outside and me pouring wine, nude, to a fully clothed, attractive woman I hardly knew. Who was taking pix and video, no less...for whom? Who would see them? She asked if I'd always been an exhibitionist. I shook my head, laughing. "I'm serious, you know."Her smile belied that. "I think you've probably always been at least a latent exhibitionist. And I think we should explore that. In fact," she shut off the video, "we've established it's Simone says....and Simone says we will explore that." "Can't we just go upstairs and fuck?" "On our first date?" Mock horror mixed with a wry grin on her face. "What kind of girl do you take me for?" She drained off her wine and got up, leaving the room. "Hold that thought. We'll see about it later. Meantime, enjoy your wine...I'll be right back." I thought she'd gone out of the house. I had no idea she'd actually slipped upstairs to my bedroom and gone through my closet, until she came into the room with one of my blue shirts on it's hanger. I would've been really upset with her but the whole thing was so outrageous, well, somehow I just seemed have got sucked into something and it just kept tugging and tugging and tugging until it was impossible, truly impossible, or so it seemed, to say no. Which is how I came to be climbing into her car in my driveway a few minutes later, clad only in a blue shirt. She finished reading a text and pocketed her blackberry, winking at me. "Blue is your colour." She smiled, wheeling the car out of the driveway and through the neighbourhood we both lived in, heading...presumably she knew where. I certainly didn't... "I love the tent-pole effect, by the way...:" she flicked me a sidelong glance, again, moving us along through the dark... "What?" "She's expecting you. You give her a button and she'll let you pick a card." The thought occurred that I could arrested for this. Could I? It was a motel, small. The No Vacancy sign was lit up and no one was around. "Well go on. While the coast is clear." The only person visible through the window into the check in area was a woman about our age. "Leah you said?" I slipped open the door and without waiting moved off across the tarmac parking lot. The tarmac was rough on my bare feet and the air was cooling now , brushing against my bare legs. I pushed through the door, the bell rang, seeming very loud. Startling me to be honest...but my heart was pounding away anyway so... She looked up from her book...looked me up and down with a wry smile, and said, "Do I get to pick which button?" "I don't know. " I shrugged. "Was that the arrangement?" "I think it should be." "Okay." I really just wanted her to get on with it. I knew it was like a goldfish bowl from outside and she was in no hurry, kibitzing away while she unboxed the cards, shuffled them, shuffled them again. By which time I was working very hard not to hop from one foot to the next. At long last she let me cut the cards. But she slipped the top card off the bottom pile and held it to her quite sizeable tits. "Bottom button first." Of course. I popped it off. The shirt was tightish. Any tighter and the rest of the buttons would've been irrelevant. As it was, well, not quite all was revealed. I handed her the button and she quickly glanced at the card. "Guess which suit." "Was that part of the arrangement?" "It is now." "I don't know. Diamonds?" "Wrong. I could ask for the second bottom button but I'm not that sort of girl. Any button will do." I gave her the top button. She reached over and slid the card into my shirt pocket. "No peeking now." I was out of there and across that carpark in a flash, so to speak. I didn't know if anyone was around, looking out unit windows, whatever, but I didn't see anyone. "She took two buttons," I complained. "Yes. I saw that." Simone chuckled, wheeling us out the carpark. "That's our Leah." We passed through some pretty busy central streets this time. An SUV spent some time beside us, before speeding off ahead eventually...but I was fairly well covered up, really, so the blonde driver hadn't seen anything. Simone, on the other hand, was, well, she reached out shortly after that and adjusted the flaps on my shirt, creating a bit of a view for herself. It was a convenience-gasoline shop. Two cars at the pumps, another three or four customers inside the brightly lit shop itself. My stomach was doing flip flops. This I couldn't do. That I was sure of... Simone's blackberry pinged. She read the text. "You'll find her round the back. Pretending to put air in her tires." Reaching out, she slipped the playing card out of my pocket and tucked it on the flap over her windshield. "Okay?" What could I say? Whatever. I was harder again this time. Not that I'd been flaccid at the motel by any means but this time I was full on hard and every nerve was twitching, since it was longish exposed walk...and it was a bit cooler than earlier as well. Felt almost chill where it could directly get at that one little exposed slice of my balls. I couldn't see the colour of the car, or her for that matter. "Helda?" I used my quiet voice. "Over here." She didn't bother worrying about volume, leaned casually against the front bumper. Tall, slim...too dark to see hair colour. "Button?" I popped off the second from the top. She took it, pocketed it and quickly spread the cards on the hood of her car, choosing one. "I understand we get to make you guess." Voices startled me. Close. A group of teenage girls in short skirts, lurching along in ridiculous heels. They only had to glance...it took forever...I think I counted to 20, which can be forever ...but they didn't glance. Still absorbed in their own world, oblivious, they went in the shop. "Hearts." I mopped at the perspiration on my forehead. She slipped the card in my pocket, and, shaking her head, used fingertips only to lift and separate the flaps of my shirt. There it was, illuminated as though by the sort of clever lighting they do in movies, fully exposed for her to study. I didn't want to appear anxious. I was terrified actually but I didn't know how many more buttons I could afford to lose. I only had three left. "Nice," shwe said finally, smoothing the shirt back into place and copping a bit of a feel in the process. "Both cuff buttons and we'll call it even." I got caught. For the second time in the same night. I rounded the corner of the shop, looking ahead at the stretch of tarmac I had to cross and I walked right into a female customer unwrapping the plastic from a cigarette pack. She knew I wasn't wearing pants. Her eyes widened and she dropped the cigarette pack. But she was too shocked to say or do anything. I walked very quickly across to the car and jumped in. Simone already had us underway, chuckling. It was only four or five blocks this time. Down two back alleys and across one main intersection before slipping down another back alley to the rear of a restaurant-bar. "I don't know," Simone had said, when I asked what happens if I run out of buttons. "I didn't expect them to add the wrinkle of the question." This time I recognized the vehicle. It was the SUV from earlier and the blonde driver. She made me get into the passenger seat, pop off the one button for her then undo the other two and sit with the shirt wide open and butt turned sideways on the seat for a good old fashioned blatent ogling. She made me very nervous and I was extremely hard, having trouble not wriggling about on the seat. I decided I should be grateful she had parked under a streetlight instead of turning on the dome light. Maybe the thought transmitted itself because she reached up and bathed the entire interior in bright light. The thing about being inside a lit vehicle or room is you can't see outside the space you're in. So there could be anyone or any number of people out there and I had no way of knowing. It was a thought I was trying to resist having...and she was dealing two hands of cards. "Straight stud poker," she said, winking, "pun intended." When the last card hit the console between us, she said, "what do you have? Besides a superb erection of course." Nothing. 10 high. I showed her. "Too bad. Pair of Jacks. You keep your ten and I'll take one of the remaining buttons." She was pulling on her seatbelt. "And I just won the right to chauffeur you for a while. Don't worry, Simone won't be far behind. Do up your seatbelt please." It was a frightening journey. Way too fast. Fear causing adrenalin to course. Acrid taste in my mouth and erection at full flag and then some. We pulled over at a corner and a woman hopped in the rear seat. "Hi, Emily," the new arrival reached over and shook my hand, and craned over for a good look, "nice". The SUV swayed wildly and Emily popped back upright, laughing, "I get it. If the cops stop us, so be it." My stomach did a flip at the thought. "Button." Evidently she was repeating herself. "I don't know...great cock, deaf as a post. Is it biological do you think that's good cocks and hearing are mutually exclusive?" She accepted the button, my last button, and flipped over the top card in the deck which had been used for our hand of Stud. "Suit?" Clubs sprang to mind. "Nope. Shirt please." So that was it. Decision made by Emily. Result: stark naked, in a car with two women I didn't know and likely to be pulled over by the cops at any moment. "Double or nothing?" "Emily," the driver said, "He has nothing." "Not true. I'd settle for a lock of hair. Never mind." There was a rush of cold air and my shirt went ghosting out the rear drivers side window. That was that. Not a stitch left anywhere. Emily leaned over the seat again and said, "Put your hands atop your head. Both hands." When I did she used her hands to trap my wrists, pulling back until she had all the leverage. Stark naked . Completely exposed. And all of this started because I was doing my own dishes in my own house. The driver cut into this reverie. "We're just going to drive around for a while. Hour, hour and a half. Show you off to a few people enroute probably. Say auntie if it gets too much." Emily loved that, laughed. "Say auntie...perfect" They found a bus. Pulled right in beside it and matched its speed exactly. It was then I discovered Emily had somehow contrived to tie my wrists to the headrest. Too much stimulus of course. I really must try not to get so distracted someone can tie me up without me noticing...at which moment I remembered the bus. 7, no 8 people at least. I was trying not to look at the bus, thinking if I did I might attract more attention. Hoping of course to attract no attention. Then the light came on. Emily, bless her heart, on switched on the interior lighting for the rear seat passengers. Just sufficient light for me to be clearly visible. Bits and snatches now...Emily grinning at me over my left shoulder...a woman of 60ish staring slack-jawed straight down into exposed lap...then fishing in her handbag, eyes fixed on me...then a phone in her hand...I'm thinking oh god she's going to phone the cops...then she's taking my pic... the dirty old bitch. Emily burst out laughing, and said, "I hope I'm as quick as her at her age." Then the bus, finally, pulled into a stop. Thank god. A few yards farther on we also pulled over to the curb. Not good. A park beside us. A bar about 100 feet ahead, people around and about. Emily said, " Well done, very clever." "Thank you," the driver replied. Jesus! I could feel sweat trickling down my lower spine, tickling. There were way too many options available to them and none of them good for me. "So how can I pay you ladies off?" No answer. "You know, blatantly bribe you to not do whatever you have planned." "You have nothing of value we don't already control," the driver said. Try adjusting your position to get comfortable with your wrists tied to the headrest. "What's your name, btw?" I smiled over at her. "Too late." She smiled. "No point in trying to connect with me as a person at this stage. I'm terminally offended and want nothing more than amuse myself, amuse all of us entirely at your expense." Emily said, "I've sent the text. Simone now has our two cards." Still smiling, the driver dipped one fingertip in the little pool of pre-cum nestled in the tip of my quivering erection. That simple brush was like an explosion...almost almost enough. She was saying, "and you have one more card to get and absolutely nothing left to bargain with. Don't pop and mess my upholstery, okay....or you really will be sorry..." • * * An arm slithered round me and a hand cupped my hypersensitive cock and balls. Where was I? Oh yes, Simone. I rolled onto my back and she moved her head onto my shoulder, still fingering me with her free hand. "That was quite a night last night." "Was it only one night? Felt like a week to me. Well, either a week or 15 minutes." She chuckled. "I love your sense of humour." "Whose kidding?" Still chuckling, she propped up on one elbow, dark eyes fixed on mine. "I've never done CFNM before. I quite like it..." Right...CFNM. For the life of me I couldn't remember what it's called. CFNM. Clothed Female Nude Male. I caught up with what she saying just at, ..."I'm not normally like that, you know." My snort of disbelief was purely a reflex. "I'm not." "Could've fooled me. You sure took over my life..." "You invited me in..." "I did no such thing..." "You tossed me the dishtowel...and you didn't close the top half of the door. Of course that was invitation, I had to return the towel." Women. Change the rules as they go along. "I was in my own house, washing my own dishes..." "In the nude....""It was hot..." "Not that hot...you were complaining later..." "It was hot then..." "You were bored to tears. ...""Bored...?" "Admit it, you were bored, spicing up your life by doing chores in the nude. Nothing wrong with that, but it's what was going on." She was holding my cock still, playing with it. Distracting me. "Admit it." I was going to lose this argument. Whether or not she was right, I was going to lose the argument. "Who were all those women? The local CFNM club?" "Nice deflection. Just to let you know it's not getting by...." Her smile broadened slightly. "First, there weren't all those women...only five of us. And we're just a small group of women of a certain age who all happen to be living, quite happily I might add, without men in our lives at the present time." "Right. Nice deflection. Just to let you know it's not getting by..." I'd caught her off balance and she was easy to move, to roll on top of. My cock was seeing eye, slipped right in to her tight wet pussy. I began at a gentle pace, a little stiff in the lower back from the previous night, I confess, but also because it had been frantic last night...and it was time to start learning a little about each other. She liked this pace, at this moment, her eyes going smokey in an instant and the nails starting to create niches in my back... "So what was your favourite part of the evening...?" "Mind your own." I chuckled. "A guy has to have some secrets." "Does he now? Hmmm?" Proverbial dog with a bone this one. Barely had time for the orgasm spasms to subside and she was right back on topic, so to speak." Know what impressed me? You didn't try to cover up or hide. Even when you picked up the dishtowel it was to dry your hands....and you didn't do it, you know, down there, you just dried your hands...like it was the most common thing in the world to be nude in front of me..." She pursed her lips, smiling quickly. "Hang on. Right back." And she was sliding out of bed. Great tush, and legs. 5-2&3/4 I had been told firmly. Okay. Could be. Not stick insect and certainly not BBW. Just...nice. Good flow to her when she was moving away. (Guys get that, even women don't) Returning, scissors in hand now. (Guys'll also get that she wasn't big but there was sufficient sway to be fun). Simone Says "Simone says 'Lick my shoes'!" Instantly, the naked young college athlete kneels at my feet as I sit on my couch, my legs crossed, my black high-heeled shoe dangling off one foot as I jiggle it impatiently. Ryan, the handsome buck, nervously holds steady my foot and lavishes the shiny black leather with trembling tongue, running it up and down the shoe and down its pointy heel as I smile. My name is Simone, I'm a 64-year-old, silver-haired grandmother, quite beautiful and well kept for my age, I must say, with a penchant for young studs like Ryan here. It's quite easy to find them, you just start using one or two for your regular slaves and word of mouth leads to other, eager applicants to fill my needs. I sit back on my couch, still in my business suit of dark blazer, white blouse, black skirt, black nylons held up by old-fashioned garters beneath, and expensive black shoes. It's been a long day of running my company, and I'm hot, tired, sweaty -- and ready for slave Ryan's attention. The rules are simple in "Simone Says." They do what Simone says, they continue. They do it without the word "Simone" in the sentence, they are punished severely. Though they usually come to enjoy even that. Something about a young man's eagerness to totally please a sexy old woman triple their age! That's the case with 20-year-old Ryan, slobbering now over my shoes, dipping his head to the floor to clean the other one as I sip a much-needed glass of wine I had him bring me, his thick, 8-inch cock bobbing wetly as he ran back and forth to my kitchen. Now I watch him moaning, smelling my dirty shoes, licking the insides, tasting the day's sweat and funk as I relax. "Simone says 'Take off my shoes and smell my old nasty feet and that stinky, cheesy pantyhose!'" He's wild with passion now as I plop both feet on my glass coffee table and he slips my shoes off, planting his groaning face into the sweaty nylon of the soles, inhaling deeply, relishing the funky scent, ramming his nostrils between my long, red-painted toenails to get even more aromatic rewards. I am enjoying myself immensely as I slowly peel off my blazer and shirt, then bra, exposing the milky white orbs of my sagging tits, brown nipples thick and ready, and unsnap my skirt. Ryan looks up through my feet, eyes bulging at the sight of my creamy tits, offset by the deep tan of my slightly wrinkled cleavage and neck. "Lick those toes, slave Ryan!" Mindlessly, his tongue flashes out, tracing a hungry path up each wrinkled sole and then sucking on my toes before he stops, realizing his mistake. "Uh-oh!" I laugh darkly. "I didn't say 'Simone Says!' Assume the position!" He gulps and stands up, spreading his legs, hands behind his back, fear in his eyes, that massive cock before him, dripping precum. I smile slyly, slip my butt out to the edge of the cushion, laying back and firing out both feet into his huge young cum-filled balls, slamming the nylon insteps into the wonderfully smooth sacs, making him scream in agony as I do it over and over and over, precum flying all over my lower legs, 10 times in all, sending him staggering back on both feet, hands still behind him, precum lacing the dark nylon of my shins. "On your knees!" I bark. He groans and hits his knees, again realizing I didn't say "Simone Says!" His eyes widen in fear, that enormous cock pointing straight up against his muscular torso. I smile, slipping off my skirt, standing only in garter and nylons and the tiniest of black g-string panties, my ample, fleshy ass and tops of my powerful thighs flashing before him as I walked over. "You're such a slow learner," I sigh. I straddle his head from behind, grinding my pussy into his neck and push down, forcing his head and neck to bend painfully, his moaning mouth inches from his own cock. "Simone says suck it, bitch," I growl, pushing down harder, feeling my hairy cunt soak in my g-string. "Simone says grab that dick, pull it up and suck it!" This is a "punishment" reserved for my bigger-dicked studs, and Ryan fits that bill to meaty perfection. He fists his huge dick up as I squat on his head harder and soon I hear the slurping sucking sounds of the dear slave blowing himself! "That's a boy...Simone says EAT all that nasty precum!" He does and then pops the first inches into his mouth as I bounce playfully on the back of his neck, leaning over, my saggy boobs bouncing before his eyes, to watch the sexy sight of a hot young stud sucking his own dick, his hand jerking it madly, those bloated balls flopping up and down. I let him get close to cumming before stepping off his head to let him fall to his back, that gorgeous young prick slick and wet. I giggle, slipping off my g-string and lay face down on the floor, wiggling the slightly wrinkled mounds of white ass meat at him, my back and legs dark brown from constant sunning and a milky contrast that's warm and inviting. Ryan groans, watching me grab the flesh and jiggle it back and forth, opening it to show him the sweaty, hairy ring of my asshole. "Simone says sniff her ass!" I growl. He dives in, face first, screwing his eager nose into the moist brown hole and takes a deep whiff, gagging at first at the day's worth of funky sweat but resuming his task, burrowing deeply, pulling my quivering ass cheeks apart to get in deeper. "Very nice, slave Ryan, you smell my asshole so well, you must love my scent," I purr, sneaking a hand under me to play with my soaking wet pussy. "Now, Simone says, clean that asshole...get in there with that tongue and dig in!" He is beside himself now, straddling my legs, his long dong dripping and brushing against my muscular, nylon-clad calves as he groans and devours my nasty asshole, drilling that long tongue deep inside, wiggling it back and forth, scouring the tight walls of my rectum and then attaching his lips to it to suck on it. The dear boy was doing his best to satisfy his GILF mistress! I train them so well, and now he flutter-fucked my old asshole, powering his tongue in and out with urgent, eager thrusts, his face completely buried in the sweaty soft white cheeks of my wrinkled butt. I shake his face away, rolling over, thighs spread, hairy pussy matted with sweat and my juices, framing his handsome face. I curl a finger at him. "Simone says smell that pussy," I hiss. Groaning, he dips forward, his nose brushing the copious matted fur of my cunt as I spread the meaty lips in my fingers, the moist vapors exploding from within, bathing his face. He sniffs deeply, hypnotized by my funky scent, the day's sweat taking control of his soul. He closes his eyes, inhaling my vapors, humping the rug he is lying on. "Now eat that pussy and make me cum!" Again, he forgets the game, instantly snaking out his tongue to lap at my thick clitty, eyes peering up over my creamy belly and wrinkled tits into my eyes. And no smile on my face. "Tsk-tsk-tsk," I say, slowly closing one thigh over his face, followed by the other, Ryan's terror-filled eyes following the path of each as I tilt his chin up to let my powerful, wrinkled thighs latch to the sides of his neck where the arteries bring blood to his addled brain, locking my calves and holding my legs straight up. "Simone says it's time for a little nap!" "No...please...God..no..." he moans as slowly I tighten my locked thighs around his neck, the muscles under that soft, wrinkled, supple flesh tensing, pulsating the inner thighs on him, crimping the blood flow to his brain. "Not...aga...." He can't finish! My scissors are legendary as punishment in my circle of studs, one of the many ways I torture the poor things, and within seconds of applying just enough pressure with my quivering thighs, Ryan's eyes roll over white and he is out like a light, another victim of my sexy old legs! I let him rest, his mouth snorting, eyes open and unseeing as his body fought to regain consciousness that my powerful scissor hold was denying him. Finally, I relax my scissoring grip and he slowly comes back around. I tilt his face to my bush and gently hold it there with my relaxed thighs. "Now, Simone says..lick pussy!" Eagerly, my young stud slave obeys, lavishing my hairy cunt with his tongue, parting the sweat-matted fur with his long tongue and dribbling at my engorged clit, making me arch my back in response and run my fingers through his hair. "Mmmm, nice, nice, nice," I moan, feeling my cunt go electric beneath his hot, wet tongue. "Simone says make me cum, bitch, make me cum!" I adore having my pussy worshipped and it doesn't take long when a slave is good at it, and Ryan's one of my best, and within a minute, I'm groaning, arching my back, my ass off the floor, clamping his groaning head in my powerful thighs, the garter clasps digging into his face, as I flood it with my womanly cream, nearly choking him with it as I grunt and squirt out streams of the sweet juices. I finally stop cumming, and relax my thighs, looking at his sweaty young face. "Uh-oh," I giggle, flipping him to his back and squatting on my heels over his face, my hairy pussy gaping wide. "Gotta pee..Simone says DRINK UP!" He cries out a pitiful protest and is rewarded by a hot stream of piss, directed into his open mouth, filling it, the poor boy swallowing for dear life to keep from drowning as I use my fingers to keep the stream of molten-hot urine directed into his sputtering mouth. "Don't you DARE spill a drop and get my rug dirty, boy," I snarl as he gulps my golden shower madly. "If you do, I swear I will shit right down your fucking throat!!!" The boy is gifted in his ability to contain my gushing piss and gobbles down every drop, and when I'm finished, is so kind as to lift his head to lap the residue clean that clings to my long, wet pubic hair before digging his face between the spread lips to complete his pissy task. I train them well. I stand up, straddling his face, hands on my hips, looking down at that gorgeous, huge cock bobbing from his loins, and down at the frantic expression on his face. He is begging for release with his eyes. He's ready. I haven't let him cum for three weeks and his balls are hanging fat and full on his sleek young thighs. "Do you want to cum, boy?" I ask, sitting on the couch now. "Oh yes, Mistress Simone, God, please, yes!" he babbles. "Simone says sit before her," I snarl, pointing to my nylon-clad feet together on the floor. He obeys, sitting and spreading his legs as I direct him, those massive, spunk-bloated balls flat on the floor, his big dick draped over them. I slowly move my toes and balls of my feet over them, and then capture them both in my insteps, curling my feet together, making him wince in pain. I snuggle my toes under his ass, probing his tight young rectum with them. Smiling at him, I lean forward, putting more pressure on his nuts being painfully, deliciously so, between my powerful, wrinkled old feet. "You wanna cum, from my ball massage don't ya, boy?" I hiss into his panic-filled face as I knead and maul his hot young balls in my feet, leaning down to pull the head of his cock up and clamp it between my shins, the bulbous cap now captured in the meaty muscles of my calves behind them. "Yes...oh God..yes...please please Mistress Simone...say it, please say it!" I laugh and spit in his face, a thick foamy gob of my spittle coating his lips which he eagerly licks in and swallows with his talented tongue, sweeping it over his lips. I tense and relax my calves faster and faster now, at the same time crushing his balls in my insteps harder and harder, milking them, knowing it will be impossible for them to soon discharge their pent-up offering, my calves quivering in a meaty, sexy scissor around the most sensitive part of his cock. "Simone says...Simone says...Simone says...." I tease him, each sentence punctuated by a punishing pinch of his balls and increased silky stroking with my gnarly old calves covered in pantyhose. "Simone says...Simone says...Simone says...." "Please...please..PLEASE!!!!" he yells, head back, eyes closed, his body and soul captives of my feet and calves. "Simone says...CUM!" I growl into his face, quickly adding, "In 10 seconds!" His eyes blink open, looking directly into mine as I continue to work his nuts and prick, increasing the tempo of my quivering calves and draining, mounting pressure of my feet on his balls. "Ten.....9....8," I start, very slowly, a good full second between each number, his face dripping sweat, his body trembling as he strains to contain what cannot be stopped. "...7....6...5..." "Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!!!" he shouts as his scissored cock head streams sticky precum into my calves, lubricating them, making the quivering muscles beneath the nylon feel more heavenly still, his balls squeezed hard in my feet where I can feel them pulsate and start their inexorable unloading of the boy cream within. "...4.......3...." I continue with agonizing, slow precision, reducing the tempo of my numerical utterance while ramping up the pressure on his imprisoned balls and prick, the words coming hot from my lips which are a mere half inch from his, our eyes locked, his frantic and begging, mine sure and hypnotizing. "Mistress...can't...help it...please...please stop...PLEASE!!!!" "....2....." I continue as I feel his giant knob pulsate in my madly quivering calves and his balls crushed flat in my insteps. "NOOOOO!!!!" His first shot of cum is scorching hot in the milking clamp of my pantyhose-clad calves, and I flex them harder, making the muscle bigger, to completely contain the spurting prick head, which continues to stream cum into them as my insteps crush harder on his balls, squeezing out every drop. His eyes are wide open, mouth agape in a silent scream of abject joy and anticipated humiliation of what will surely follow by his failing to meet my directive. I pump and jiggle my old calves on him until he finally stops spurting, and release the foot scissors from his depleted balls, now pulling back to sit on the couch, holding my legs together, a thick bubble of white, goopy sperm forming up and down my clenched shins and calves, running down in a white stream to my feet and heels. I cross my arms, looking at him with disappointment. "You know what to do, young man," I say, nodding my head down to my soaked lower legs and feet. "But to make it official, Simone says clean your filthy cum from my beautiful legs with your tongue!" He gulps and gamely leans forward to start at the hot cream pooling on my arches, lapping and wincing at the taste, swallowing and continuing up my sexy shins, his tongue filling with his own seed, gulping it down and digging in between my legs to seek out more. The boy shoots a lot, one of the biggest shooters in my stable, and it takes him a full five minutes to completely clean my legs and feet of his spunk, all the while as I finger my pussy slowly, smiling at him, and oozing out a small, satisfying orgasm, coating my hand. As he finishes his task and my legs and feet are free of his cum, I hold my fingers before him to suck clean, one finger at a time. I stand up, and walk to the kitchen, his eyes riveted to my saggy, flexing ass as I do, and I hear him moan behind me. I get something from the freezer, then bend over the counter, jiggling my butt and spreading my cheeks. "Simone says fuck her," I growl over my shoulder. He races to me, his young cock still hard and fists it into the hairy pussy waiting for it, going balls deep in one thrust, moaning as he holds my fleshy hips and pounds into me, sending my fleshy ass into a quivering wave in front of him. His big cock is just what I need right now, and I ride a wave of continuous orgasms until I feel his thrusts mounting with increasing intensity, his balls slapping off my thighs. "Simone says DO NOT CUM!!" I shout just as I feel him about to, spinning around, off his about-to-spurt dick, and wrap the bag of ice around it that I'd taken from the freezer. He screams in pain and frustration as he looks down to the bag of ice enveloping his rapidly wilting dick and shrinking balls as I hold it there tightly until his pecker retreats to a nub and his nuts all but disappear, aching from the sudden stoppage. I laugh, pulling the bag away and retrieving a cock cage from my nearby purse, fitting the soft, chilly meat inside and snapping the lock shut, holding up the key before his astonished, desperate eyes. "Maybe this will teach you, boy," I hiss. "When Simone says something, she means it!" And then I send him on his way, captured and deprived -- for the next six weeks.