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Mercedes

By: carters_fury



I have two major fetishes, one is for panties, and the other is watching women strip. Recently I found myself home, alone, my wife out of town, and I was horny as usual. I spent a fair amount of time surfing the web for porn, and although the porn was good, it really wasn't satisfying that desire that I had. I needed something more, the more that I looked at the porn, the more that I realized I wanted to see these women in the flesh. Soon I found myself in the car headed toward a strip club. After driving for about an hour I found myself pulling into the parking lot of Club Orleans in Topeka. I had never been there before and didn't quite no what to expect. I went in and as it was early there weren't too many people there yet. I found a seat near the stage and sat back to enjoy the view. Most of the girls were cute, but when I'd see one that I found to be hot, I'd make sure to tip them. 

It wasn't long before a gal named Heather came out onto the stage. She was a tall, blonde girl and had an awesome body. She danced, and I tipped her as I'm a sucker for blondes, after the dance she found her way to my table. Unfortunately her personality wasn't nearly as good looking as she was, and I found myself annoyed with her trying to chat me up. Sensing that she wasn't planning on leaving I asked her for a lap dance and she took me toward the back of the club where it was a bit more private. She moved me to a couch and sat me down. She then took my glasses off, and then her top and began giving me a dance. Occasionally she'd bury her tits in my face. Sure I got turned on, but since I'm blind without my glasses it was relatively boring. She finished up her dance, and I put my glasses back on and returned to my seat. 

I continued to sit watching girls as they came on the stage, and soon I had another girl that grabbed my attention. She went by the name Mercedes and was a small framed, brunette, small bust, but had a look in her eye that I really liked. I tipped her some, and once again when the dance was over she joined me at my table. She sat down and we started chatting. Mostly just small talk, but we really talked about a lot. She told me about some stuff that was stressing her out, an issue with her babysitter, and money. She told me that this was her second day working there, and before that she had been at a casino. We chatted for quite a while and finally I asked her for a lap dance. She agreed and soon took me to the back of the club. She gave me some tips on how to sit so that it would work better and soon she had started. She removed her top and then she climbed onto my lap. Straddling me grinding her pussy against my crotch. She would rise up onto her knees and drag her nipple across my face, and across my lips. Occasionally she would get up and turn around and start grinding her ass against me. As my cock was tucked under in my underwear there wasn't much friction against it, she moved herself so that she was sitting on one of my legs, and using her knee she slowly worked my cock into an upright position. Soon she was back on me again, this time grinding her pussy directly on my cock. 

She would alternate facing me and having her back to me, each time she faced me she would drag her nipples across my lips. She would lean into me breathing into my ear. I was so hot from what she was doing that I couldn't help myself, and my hands started moving. She didn't seem to mind, and as she sat on my lap grinding against me, I had my hands on her waist grinding with her imagining that we were having sex. She let me get pretty frisky with my hands, and I sat there, hands on her ass, or hips as she ground against me. She continued to grind against me and I couldn't take it any longer. Soon, my cock was pulsating and I began Cumming, my cock jerking against her. She continued grinding against me until the end of the song, and then I tipped her. I got up and as she was putting her top back on I started toward the door, she turned toward me, and with a glint in her eye asked if I had to go. Something about the way she asked it made me feel that she wanted me to stay. 

For the rest of the night, unless she was onstage dancing, Mercedes sat by my side, chatting and teasing with me. The night quickly came to an end, customers cleared out, and most of the dancers were on their way out too, when I decided I needed to go. Mercedes asked me to wait for her as she packed up. She soon returned and I walked out with her. Once we got outside it seems that she completely changed into a different person. She suddenly seemed energized and playful. She invited me to come over to her place for a while and hang out, to which I quickly accepted the invitation. 

I followed her to her place, and we went in, she told me she needed to go take a shower and asked me to make myself comfortable while I waited. She didn't take long, and about 10 - 15 minutes later she returned. She came out wearing a half length, silky robe, and looked wonderful. She came over to me and sat down on the couch next to me. We started chatting, but quickly our chatting was thrown out the window when she started kissing me. We began kissing, soft at first, but as we continued to kiss, our passions grew and our kissing got more aggressive. Soon, she was unbuttoning my shirt, and she climbed onto my lap. I reached down and untied the belt holding her robe closed, as her robe came undone, and opened up for me, it revealed to me that she was wearing light blue corset, with matching g-string. I grew instantly hard, and she slowly started grinding against me. 

As we continued to kiss and grind, my hands got to do what they had wanted to at the club, explore. My hands were all over her body, running the length of her silky smooth legs, and along her sides. Cupping her tits through the material of her lingerie was incredible. I slowly started to undo the clasps down the back of her corset, but before I could finish, she stood up, taking my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom. As we arrived in her room, she let me make quick work of removing the corset and she was left in just her g-string. She approached me and slowly released my belt, and soon, my pants were in a heap on the floor. 

She led me to the bed, and had me sit down on the edge, spreading my legs, she got down on her knees in front of my and started kissing my legs. As she did this her hands were massaging my cock through my underwear. She kept getting closer and closer to my cock with her kisses, and soon she was kissing my engorged member through my underwear. Hooking the elastic with her fingers, she gingerly pulled my underwear down exposing my cock to her. She slowly started licking it, starting at the base of the shaft, and dragging her tongue teasingly and slowly up the length. Soon she circled the head of my cock with her tongue, and returned the way she came. She teased me like this for a while, and about the time I thought I couldn't take her teasing anymore, she opened up, and let my cock slide into her warm mouth. She massaged my cock with her mouth, sucking on it, and circling it with her tongue. The feelings of an orgasm were growing rapidly between my legs, and soon I was on the edge and about to cum. I warned her I was about to cum, incase she didn't want it in her mouth, she looked up to me, locked eyes and continued to pump her mouth over the head of my cock. My cock began to twitch and spasm, and soon it was pumping loads of cum into her mouth, she smiled at me with her eyes, never breaking the seal of her mouth, and slowly worked me until the last pulse of my cock. 

She climbed back up onto my lap and started grinding her pussy against my softened cock. I kissed her, and as I did, I turned her around to lay her on the bed. Whispering in her ear I asked her if she'd like me to return the favor. A quite moan, laced with ecstasy was all she could manage, but it was enough to know that she wanted me to.

I slowly climbed down her body, kissing every inch of exposed skin that I could find. I spent a few minutes, just kissing and sucking on her breasts. I took each nipple into my mouth, and circled it with my tongue feeling it as it grew hard. I kissed across her stomach and soon, my kissing found the waist band of her panties. I slipped my fingers under her panties, and slowly pulled them down exposing her pussy to me for the first time. I wanted to tease, but so much of my body wanted to dive into her right then. Her lips were together, clean shaven, and looked so good. The aroma coming from her panties had me turned on. I held strong and kissed lightly over her mound, and then down her leg, tracing the path of her panties as I removed them. Soon they were off, and I started my assent back up her legs. Soon my kissing reached her inner thighs and the aroma of her sex invaded my being. Soon I found my kisses grazing her lips and slowly I started to lick her.

I started with her lips, gently on the outside, letting them know that I was coming in peace. As I continued to lick, I could see them flushing, deepening in color, and spreading ever so slightly. Before long, I could see the small nub of her clit shyly peeking through. I slipped my tongue gently between her lips and tasting her fluids slowly brought my tongue up and over her clit. Mercedes shifted her hips against my mouth grinding her clit against my tongue. I continued to lick, my pressure growing more with each lick, and soon I began making out with her pussy. Sucking on her clit, circling it with my tongue, her hips began a rhythmic grind with my mouth as if she were kissing me back. I reached up below my chin with my hand, and found her pussy dripping with desire. She offered no resistance as I slipped a finger deep inside of her. Slowly pumping my finger in and out of her. Soon she had her hands locked to the back of my head, and from her moans I could tell she was nearing climax. I continued to suck, and lick, and soon, I could feel her body tense up, her back arch, and a low guttural moan escape her mouth. I could feel her pussy clenching down on my finger begging it to keep moving. I could feel her orgasm in her stomach and her thighs pressing against my head. Soon, the waves of her climax faded, and she pulled me by my head back up to her mouth.

We kissed, hard, the taste of each of our fluids on the other. My cock dancing at the lips of her pussy, now fully hard once again, waited, begging to get to go inside. As we kissed, she reached down, and guided my cock into position, and then slowly pulled me tight against her. Her pussy felt incredible, warm, wet, tight, and as my cock slipped inside of her, I could feel it holding on to me, wanting me deep inside. My cock was fully encompassed by her folds and we laid there for what seemed like hours, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies being locked together. I don't recall who started moving first, but before I realized it, we were pumping against each other. My cock pulling out of her pussy only to be pushed back in again. The feeling of her lips opening for me each time I would touch them with my cock, the feeling of her insides as they slid along past my shaft each time I'd penetrate her. Our fluids mixing, making a warm, wet, playground for each other's enjoyment. We moved from position to position, some I'd never tried before, some she hadn't, and some we made up ourselves. Somehow she read me, and as our orgasms were closing in on us, she flipped me on my back, and climbed onto me. She began riding me, fucking me for all she had, her hands on my chest, mine on her tits, her hair hanging near my face, and it happened, my cock erupted, the convulsions pumping cum deep inside of her pussy, my throbbing massaging her inner walls, and soon, she was in the throws of her orgasm as well. Her back arched, her nails dragging down my chest, her moans of pleasure filling the room.

As our orgasms calmed down, she looked down to me, our eyes locking, and she fell back to me as we embraced and made out. We fell asleep like that, my cock slipped out as it grew soft, her body relaxed into mine, and both of us sleeping a peaceful sleep, the desires of our bodies having been fulfilled.

Mercedes



"That's cute." I said, for maybe the fiftieth time.

"Hm...no, that's cuter." I said again.

I pointed to the red dress currently draped over a small black chair before me. My friend Trina looked at it and frowned. 

She always did this to me; she would call me over before her date, ask me to dress her, complain that she's fat, and complain about her impending date. During this time, I would get happily tipsy on the fantastic wine selection her husband kept. And yes, I did say husband. Trina was quite wealthily, and hatefully married. 

Though her husband was a beautiful wealthy man, with a kind heart, he also had a penchant for other beautiful men. I really couldn't blame him; I too, was a fan of beautiful men.

She didn't mind, she enjoyed the comfort she had through his money, and she'd never really been good at staying loyal anyhow. He was happy, his family had no idea, and he had fantastic arm candy for all of his parties. Not to mention, quite unbelievably, they were very good friends. 

She was tall, had flaming red hair, and a fantastic body. Too bad she had no confidence. Her lack of it annoyed me. Rather than dwell on it, I simply sipped happily on my wine.

She had put the dress on by the time I snapped out of my reverie, and was standing hands on hips in front of me. 

"I look fat." She flounced down into the little black chair.

"Trina you weigh ten fucking pounds you're not fat. In fact you need a steak dinner." I rolled over onto my back, careful not to spill my wine.

She sauntered over to the closet, where I heard her rustling for shoes. "He's a doctor. Or at least, that's what everyone tells me."

This is where I get the low down on her new beau. 

"Oh yeah?" I said, pretending to be interested. When in fact I was studying the fantastic architecture of the high ceiling. 

"Yeah," I saw a shoe fly low over my head, "he's really sexy. Tall, dark, handsome. Apparently he does have an accent."

"How do you know he's sexy, you haven't seen him." I said. 

She was very big on appearances. Come to think of it, I was too; I was just much more honest about it. 

"I saw his pictures on face book."

"He has a face book..."

"Shut up! You know everyone has a face book now." Another shoe...this one pink.

There was a loud chime, from the marbled entrance downstairs, I immediately hopped up and decided to answer the door. She came at me nearly panicked. 

"Where are you going!?" She shut the door, like we were conspiring. 

I waved my glass of Pinot Noir at the door, "I was thinking someone should answer the door maybe, and I thought since, you have one red shoe and one black, I should be the one who did it." I felt like I was being reasonable in my logic.

She shook her head frantically, "Put my robe on!"

I stared at her, my eyebrows high. My outfit consisted of stretchy black bed-shorts, and a pink tank top, hardly competition for her red fuck-me-now dress. To humor her I put the ten sizes too tall robe on. I went for the golden door handle. 

"Wait! Put a towel around your hair."

"Trina!"

"What!?"

"You are what I lovingly refer to as a 'frotch', why does MY hair need to be covered?" I had normal, white-blonde waist length hair. Nothing compared to the shimmering tresses falling from her worried head. 

She shook the towel at me forcefully, obviously unwilling to bend.

"Fine." I put the white towel around my hair. Between the brown robe, the towel, and my wine, I looked like an overweight, drunken housewife who hadn't had sex in twenty years. No problems here.

I whisked out the door and floated elegantly down the stairs. Might as well have fun with it. The doorbell had yet to chime again, either he was patient, or gone. I was hoping he was patient.

I sat my wine on the small oak table by the double doors and using both hands I grandly opened them. 

"How may I help you siiiir?" I asked in a drawn out accent.

She was right, he was very attractive. He had jet black hair, stood taller even than Trina's six foot one, and was wearing a very expensive suit. He was also driving a very nice, black, vintage Corvette. I know, because I was eye fucking it from the door. He cleared his throat to catch my attention.

My eyes snapped back to him. He had a cute little half smile on his face, "Is uh..Katrina ready yet?" He did that cute little look around the foyer that they all did. 

I moved to the left side to allow him in. Normally she makes them wait outside but I am just not that mean. After grandly shutting the doors, I nodded my head at him, and said, "Allow me to fetch her." I snatched up my wine and swept right back up the stairs. 

I managed not to die of laughter before I got into her bedroom.

Trina was staring at me with hopeful grey eyes. "Well? Is he delicious? Will I like him? Please tell me yes!"

I nodded and said, "I think you will definitely like him. He's incredibly hot, and his hair is long too."

She clapped like a child, "Really!? How long?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Uhm...like...shoulders?" I said.

"Oh my!" She fanned herself. She picked at my robe. 

"What did he say to you?" She asked.

I shrugged and grinned, "Well normally people don't talk to the maid."

"You are ridiculous you know that? Stop making people think you're my housemaid, they look at me weird when we're out to eat together!"

I sighed and said loftily, "But the lack of amusement simply kills me."

She snickered and promptly left for her date. After removing my cumbersome props, I walked out onto her balcony and watched them leave before I went downstairs to the study. With Trina out all the time, and her husband away all the rest of the time, I got to stay and play at the house more often than not. Tonight I was going to go finish some writing in the fantastic room they called a 'study'. Todd didn't like to use it, he felt like it was alarming and drab. I thought it was lovely. Trina only built it because it fit the 'mood' of the place.

It was literally drawn from a classic English romance novel, complete with large fireplace and walls of books. The only difference was that there was a state-of-the-art computer system seated on the polished mahogany desk. That was where, more often than not, I wrote the books and stories that paid for me to have all the time in the world to sip on Pinot Noir in my friend's homes.

I sat in the plush leather seat and booted the computer up. But not before I refilled my wine from the convenient bottle I kept beside the desk. Believe it or not, I was not a lush. The computer started up and I immediately launched myself into my writing. I can do that. I can manipulate myself into feeling like writing. Which was good. Because it happened to be my livelihood.

I was in the middle of typing when a small chat window appeared in front of the page. My eyes unfocused and I blinked. It had literally been three hours since I'd started. Sometimes it was not unusual to be writing and have no idea what time it is. I focused my eyes on the chat bubble. Who in the hell would be up this late.

I dimly wondered if Trina ever got home.

The chat window displayed one word, Hey.

I typed back, Hey, and went back to writing, a few pages later I saw the window was blinking and reopened it.

It read, 'what are you up to tonight?' I ignored it. 

After fifteen minutes of blinking I finally reopened it, 'stop ignoring me silly girl.'

I got vaguely confused, knowing for certain that I didn't ever chat on this computer and that it was always Todd's favorite past time. 'Todd's not here right now.' I responded, this time I sipped my wine and waited. 

Idly I thought, if Todd wants to be called 'girl' that's his business.

Inevitably, they responded. 'haha I know, he's off in Italy.'

I scowled at the computer. So they knew it was me. Rather than play around I skipped the pleasantries. 'Who are you, and how do you know?'

'You've met me before :( '

I ignored the sad face.

'Refresh my memory.'

'But that would ruin all my fun :)'

I closed out the window, and continued my writing. But it was stilted and I couldn't concentrate. Writing romance novels required concentration if one was to keep it from being cheesy and unreadable. My mind kept drifting to my internet mystery friend. I didn't know who had been sending me messages but I really wanted to. I was naturally an unfortunately curious person. The writing saved, I waited a few moments, and another window popped up.

'What are you writing about?'

'None of your business.' I replied. My fingers angry on the keyboard. I had no idea how they knew I was writing. 

'Well I was only curious. I have read most of your books.'

'Thanks. But you'll find out what it's about when you read this one.'

'Hmm. I assume it's another romance novel.'

'Couldn't say.' I sent back.

'Do you ever feel a little...warm, you write those steamy sex scenes?'

I didn't reply back to that. I'd had enough, I was certain at that point that it was just another man acting like a fool and really just trying to fuck me. I'd respect them a lot more if they just came out with it in the beginning. I heard the computer chime with another message. I looked up from my wine to read it and my eyebrows rose.

'Have you ever considered yourself in one of those roles? You know, as the main character of your novel?'

'I write from first person, of course I do. But it's not the same writing it as it is for the reader.' I said, not a little bit pissy.

'So imagine you're at home, in you fine English manor, and a masked stranger wanders from the ball that your family and friends have thrown...imagine you're hiding in the study because you didn't want to be at the party in the first place. What would you do?'

I didn't answer for two reasons.

The first being that I already knew this person knew the answer to that. Because, my second reason, is that I was writing that scene into my book when they interrupted me. I had just passed the masquerade scene. I was more than a little upset and shut the computer down immediately. I hurried out of the room and into my little guest bedroom. I put my wine down, having suddenly lost the taste for it, and cuddled into my satin bed sheets and shook a little bit. It takes a lot to startle me, I may be a small woman, but I have the attitude of a big man. I was shaken, more by the fact that they knew what I was writing than anything else. I'd been hit on before, that never bothered me. I dozed off to sleep with a frown on my brow and clutching my pillows tight.

Trina woke me then next morning, by shrieking in my ear. "Mercedes! Get up!" 

I shot up in bed thinking there was a fire. There wasn't, only a frustrated red-head in a pair of expensive black slacks and a small wispy white thing she called a blouse.

"What!?" I snapped, and cradled my head in my hands.

She fell back onto the bed beside me. "I need to tell you about my date."

"Really? Before I even have coffee? Really?" I asked forlornly.

"Yes, I'll follow you to the kitchen for your stupid coffee."

Coffee was the nectar of life, and I had strong feelings on that. She stalked me into the kitchen, her heels clacking along the way. I hated her feet at that moment. But the second the Keurig released coffee into my blue mug, and the coffee hit my taste buds, I was a little bit happier inside.

"Well we started off in that horribly old car..."

"That was a classic Corvette in mint condition Trina."

She rolled her eyes, "Like I said, old. And we didn't really talk much...I mean...he was a bore. I made him bring me home almost immediately. I didn't stay at his place." She pouted.

I about dropped my coffee. "You're kidding me."

She shook her head woefully. "Anyway, I'm planning a party and I invited him. So hopefully it was the first date awkwardness and we'll...uhm...get over it." She grinned the smile of predators. 

I almost felt bad for him.

"Cool, what kind of party?"

She did the jumpy clap thing women are fond of, "A costume party! Think about it! My house is the best house for it!"

I spit my coffee out.

"Really?" I asked lightly before mopping it up casually.

She was laughing at me as she walked away, "Yes really! And you're gonna help me!"

* * *

I hated parties. It had taken four weeks to put this thing together, four weeks. Of not sleeping, eating, invitations, caterers, and decorators. I swear she spent more money on that party than I'd ever thought of doing so in my life.

On the bright side, I'd yet to get another message from my unknown person since that eventful night. I was glad, I didn't think I'd have been able to handle it. It had taken us nearly a week to get organized enough to have time to pick out our costumes. Trina had decided upon Elizabeth I, and I went with her lady in waiting. I didn't feel like taking the time to care, and Trina likes it when I appear less magnificent than she. We both agreed it was for the best.

I finally got to relax the week before. We'd taken care of everything, and so far everyone she'd invited was attending. I was so happy to be able to sit in front of the computer and write without worrying about what it was I had to do the next day. Of course that had to be the time my secret chat partner appeared again.

'Hello' was all I got as an introduction. I leapt on it this time.

'Hi Todd.' I said, since he was the only one who could've known the things they did.

'Haha, not Todd, but a good guess.'

'Oh really? I think you are Todd, but you're trying to scare me.'

'No not at all. Quite the reverse, I'd prefer you weren't frightened away. Besides, you'll see me at the masquerade  '

My wheels started turning. I couldn't think of who the hell this could be. It was ridiculous. 'It's a costume party.' I typed back, 'And who invited you?'

'Why, I believe you did.'

I had personally sent the invitations out. I frowned, it was a challenge I couldn't resist.

'Oh really? Well see you then.' I shut the pc down. It was game on. No one had ever gotten the best of me, and no one ever would.

I would surprise them when they arrived.

The day of the party came too soon. I wasn't prepared, granted I had everything set up, and all the people who were invited were coming. Trina was dressed and ready to go. I was dressing when the first few guests arrived. Trina clapped her hands and swept downstairs in a barrage of red satin with her mask. I was still lacing my satin blue corset. My mask was white with pink and blue ribbons, I had chosen it because it matched my very expensive dress. The dress was made of blue satin and fit me like a glove, accentuating my breasts and the creaminess of my skin. The white-blonde of my hair. The skirt swept out behind me in a pool of aqua and pink flowers. I was actually excited as I did my hair up in pins and curls.

I'd nearly forgotten about my strange pursuer when the time came for me to descend the stairs. I however, did recall, when I noticed the hundreds of people dancing about in a multitude of costumes and masks. I was scared, I think, to descend into the unknown. But descend I did, my mask securely before my face.

Only a few hours of constant contact with people I suspected of being my chat villain and I'd had enough. I fought through the crowd, past a frowning Trina, who stood next to a man that had to be her date from the other night. I finally made it into my study. Well...Todd's study, but since I used it most, I thought maybe it was mine by default. I stood before the fireplace, the dancing flames calming my disquiet. My dress rustled with my breath and I dropped the mask on the floor. I couldn't do it.

There was no finding this person. I didn't know if it was a man, or a woman. I didn't know if they were actually here or not. For all I knew I had hallucinated the whole thing while drunk on my wine. My hands went to the mantle and dug into the marble. I needed to get a grip.

I was finally settling down until a hand touched my side. I froze, mid-jump. I looked down at the hand, thinking it may be Trina, but it was a large, blunt fingered hand. The hand of a man. My breath quickened in fear...and curiosity. 

The hand simply rested on the curve of my hip, not moving. I saw a sleeve of black velvet resting above the wrist and I was afraid to follow it with my eyes. I did so anyway, and found my eyes traveling a long arm up to a set of wide shoulders and a broad chest. The jaw line beneath his mask was unmistakably masculine in nature. The mouth that was framed was fantastically beautiful and thoroughly kissable. Though his face was covered in a simple white mask, reminiscent of the phantom of the opera, I recognized it and the little half smile I'd seen before. I froze a little, my hands still on the mantle, and stared at him. My face not masked at all but bare and full of shock.

I recognized him, though his hair was pulled back in a queue, it was still a black that was hard to forget. I stuttered, his hand still on my hip, his chest a simple breath away. "I know you!"

He grinned the half smile that he'd had when I'd opened the door for him weeks ago. Though it was quite different when directed at me. "That you do."

His English accent was familiar as well; I planted my hands on his chest to push him away. "You're Trina's date!" I gasped.

"Well it's not Trina that I've been talking to late at night is it?"

His hand began creeping to the small of my back and pulling me closer, I bent backwards a little to look into his masked face. "No. You're my internet harasser!"

He chuckled and resisted my persistent withdrawal and put another hand at the top of my arm. "Yes. I'm surprised you hadn't figured it out yet."

I started feeling chills creep up my back, and they weren't bad chills. But I knew Trina would be upset if I closed in on her territory, so I pushed away again, this time he let me go. I paced toward the bookshelf.

"I can't, you have to go, Trina is a jealous red-head and I don't even know your name." I made a slashing movement with my hand and shook my head, which meant I was serious.

Apparently, he didn't care, because he stalked me around the desk like a hunter. "I don't care what Trina thinks, you're more to my tastes. Your writing is amazing, your mind thrills me, and even in a bathrobe and towel I find you beautiful. Now? You look like you've stepped from my fantasies. And your own, if your writing is any indication." He trailed his hand along the desk that I'd sat in front of for the last however many years.

I shifted nervously, the satin rustling with my movements.

He slowly closed in on me, giving me plenty of time to retreat but I didn't want to. At the same time, I did. I'd caught myself in my own trap. I still didn't know his name; I skittered away at the last minute, and was rewarded with a wolfish smile.

"Then what's your name? I know it's not English man with a beautiful car."

He chuckled, "So you like my car?" He was still walking toward me; I was still backing toward the fireplace.

"Yes. I love a pretty car."

"Adam."

"What?" I was scattered, I was confused, and I was vaguely turned on.

"My name?"

"Oh." 

He caught me by the upper arms, and I let him, as his mouth descended toward mine, I shivered and leaned toward him. He kissed me hungrily, like a starving man. I returned it just as eagerly. His left hand skimmed up my arm and closed lightly around my neck, like a promise. I sighed into his mouth and he tightened his grip.

I felt something hit the backs of my thighs and realized he had backed me up against the desk. Before I could say anything though, he grabbed me and flipped me around, I was soon eye to eye with the wood grain, and I gasped because I was unprepared in every way for what I thought was coming.

Instead I felt his fingers nimbly unlacing my corset. Soon it was gone, and his large hands cupped my breasts. I arched back into him and nearly purred like a cat, my ass rubbed roughly against his erection, which was almost intimidating in its size. I liked it, so I rubbed again. 




Mercedes' Bends



Martin looked out his office window as he sighed softly. He looked out at the busy sidewalk, everyone in a hurry to go to their days destinations. That's all it was day in and day out, robotics. People were going to the same place at the same time, doing the same thing. He was one of those 'robots', or least felt like one for the past fourteen months. He was a slave to his job, avoiding everything in his life, even his eighteen year old daughter Mercedes. Martin was feeling like a stranger to her anymore.

When his wife walked out that day fourteen months ago, leaving him and Mercedes to survive alone; he was devastated. He never saw it coming at the time. The more he thought about it since, the more he should have realized everything was falling apart. He picked up his phone and rang his secretary, "Darleen cancel all my afternoon sessions please. Tell my clients I got sick suddenly and needed to go home for the day. Thank you." He hung the phone up, stood and placed on his trench coat.

Before Darleen could ask him anything, he closed his briefcase and walked out of the office. If he wouldn't have, she would have been in his office playing twenty questions. Martin pulled the collar up of his grey trench coat, and headed out into the gloomy rain. Lunch hour hadn't come into play yet, the city street was less crowded than normally at this time. The few city folk that can be seen at this hour make their way quickly toward their varied destinations, eyes downcast and wrapped in dark gray or black overcoats. The rain was cold upon Martin's face as he tried to shield it from him with his briefcase as he held it over his head.

Martin knew it was time to get his life together. He needed to re-group and gather the pieces up before it was too late. Mercedes had turned eighteen two months back, and she was graduating high school in two weeks. From there she was leaving almost straight for college out of state. 'Damn it', he thought. 'Why the hell did he allow his ex-wife to cause his life to spiral downwards?' 

Martin grabbed the subway at Grant and Stratton streets like always, taking it to Seventh and Green. There he got off and walked four blocks to his brownstone outside the city. Opening the door, he quickly laid his briefcase down, took his trench coat off and placed it on the hook. "Mercedes, you home yet honey?" He called out to his daughter. Martin slipped his loafers off by the door, grabbing his briefcase he headed to his study.

"Mercedes Honey? I'm home and I'd like to talk." Martin hollered out as she walked through the living room into his study. His shirt was sticking to him, as it was soaked from the rain. Turning his back to the door, Martin undid the buttons, and removed it. He turned to walk to the bathroom with it and there she stood. 

Mercedes was five foot nine inches tall. She looked identical to him, more so than her mother. She had his jet black curly hair, his sparkling green eyes as well as all his sharp features. Martin and his ex wife are full blooded Italian; Mercedes skin was olive in color which accentuated her long curled tress. The only thing she inherited from her mother was her lithe buxom build. Mercedes stood there leaning against the door frame watching her father. Her arm stretched out as she awaited her father to hand over his shirt. She'd never noticed before, how built he was for a man of his age. 

"Your home early today Dad, should have called I would have came and picked you up at the office. You sick?" She took his wet shirt from his fingers, and turned toward the bathroom.

"Mercedes, I really wish to talk with you. No Hon, I'm not sick. I came home to talk with you." He said with a warm smile to his daughter. Looking to her, he realized how much he's been missing. She had grown before his eyes and he never took notice.

"Give me a second Dad; I'll be right back," She said with a smile. Mercedes turned and walked to the bathroom, hanging his shirt on a hook to dry. Grabbing a towel she returned handing it to him. "Ok, let's talk," she said while taking a seat on the deep window sill crossing her legs.

Martin took a seat behind his desk, as he watched her get comfortable. "We seemed to grow distant, and it's my fault." Mercedes went to speak but he cut her off. "Ever since you Mother left, I went downhill, throwing myself into work and ignoring your needs when you needed me most. Granted, I got my company where I wanted it to be, but it cost me my time with you Mercedes. Time I cannot get back. I'm sorry for that." Every time she went to speak he cut her off quickly. 

Martin stood and walked to her, his arm reached out as she caressed her cheek with his fingertips. He looked into her eyes of green as he spoke, "You will be graduating soon, then off to college. I thought maybe you would like to get away with me. A dad and daughter weekend, something I could really use Honey."

Martin watched her young daughter's face, her expressions as she took everything in her just said. Mercedes leaned her head so his hand cupped her cheek, rubbing against it softly. Her eyes closed for a few moments as she felt his touch. Opening them she looked up to his eyes, and smiled. "Dad, when do you wish to do this weekend, and where would you like to go?"

"I can clear my weekend coming up if you have no plans. I'll call the travel agent and see if there are deals, unless you have an idea of where you want to go." He moved his hand along her face watching her eyes close as he continued to caress her face, her neck and back up. His fingers ran through her hair as he parted his legs, straddling her own. His arms wrapped around her tightly, his hand to the back of her head as her cheek rested against his chest. Martin's thick fingers ran through her long dark hair as he himself closed his eyes seizing the moments he had with his daughter. "I left her take me from you, not physically but mentally and emotionally. Mercedes please, please forgive me."

Mercedes felt her Father's heart felt apology, she knew it came from the heart. Her head stayed against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Dad, of course I forgive you. It wasn't easy for either of us; it wasn't fair to us what she did. I love her, she's my mother but I no longer respect her." Mercedes held close to him, not wanting to let him go. She felt like she was a young girl again in her Father's arms.

Pulling her head back, she tilted it upward looking to him. "Dad, why don't you tie up loose ends at the office and I will check around and see what's available. I'll call Lillian and see what deals she can swing and where. You game for anything?"

Martin leaned down, kissing his daughter's soft lips as he looked within her gorgeous eyes. "I'm going to leave this vacation trip to you. It's all your to plan, just tell me what to pack and all the when, where details. I'm going to trust you and Lillian with this, even though that is one scary thought!" Martin laughed as she ruffled his daughter tress with his fingers. He pulled his arms from around her, and smiled. "All I ask is that we don't end up at the North Pole or Antarctica, nowhere freezing cold please, honey." He laughed again as he headed toward the door, "Think we'll order out tonight unless you wish to go to Giorgio's?"

Mercedes swung her feet back and forth as she sat there upon the deep window sill. Martin couldn't but help notice her long tan legs that went from the floor to the ceiling. His eyes kept rising upward over her slender buxom body. His thoughts were not what they should be as he looked over his grown daughter. "Order out, that way we can spend some time together unless you have plans for this evening." She kicked off the sill, and stood behind him with a smile, "Chinese please. General's chicken with a side of pork friend rice and an egg roll."

Martin smirked, "Fine, fine, Chinese for tonight it is. I'll go get showered and changed first, maybe see if anything good is on TV. I say we call in about two hours. That will make it 4PM and I bet it will be delivered around 4:45PM. Going to bet me Hon?" he asked her.

"You're on! I'll say 5:07PM for delivery time, but you got to call at 4 exactly." Mercedes said with a laugh. "Go ahead dad, I'm going to make a call to Lillian and see what she can do for us."

"Deal!" he said as she went off to shower with a laugh.

Mercedes walked back and sat behind her father's mahogany desk, she paged thought his rolodex and found the number to their travel agent. "Hello Lillian, this is Mercedes Montgomery, my father is Martin Montgomery. "Um, yes that's us." She laughed as she listened to Lillian describe their last booking to Hawaii on last minute. "Father and I have decided a weekend away for just the two of us before I graduate and head to college in the next few weeks. " Thank you Lillian, we're looking for something this weekend from Friday to Sunday or Monday. Yes we can leave Thursday night and be back Monday. Got something in mind?"

She listened carefully as Lillian went over a few available choices. Mercedes wrinkled her nose up at all of those. Most were places like New York for a theater production, or Mexico for three days. "And where is this again? Hmm, that's something we haven't done since I was a kid. I actually like that idea Lillian. Thank you. I'll call you tomorrow for directions. Bye for now."

Mercedes was excited; she and her father were going camping for three days. They haven't went fishing and camping since she was younger. Always loving nature and biology being her major, this worked out perfect for her. Being in the woods upon a mountain meant they would have no phone, computers or TV. Mercedes wasn't sure how her father would take to her choice, she decided to tell him. Walking into the hallway she headed up the steps to his bedroom. She knocked on the door twice and heard no answer.

Entering the bathroom, she heard the shower running and her father singing his heart out. She laughed and shook her head. Mercedes hadn't heard him this cheerful in a long time; she'd hope her news didn't ruin the mood. Standing there she kept listening to him sing, he had a nice voice. He once sang in a rock and roll band back in high school. She smiled as she sang softly along with his words. "If I leave here tomorrow would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on, now, there's too many places I haven't seen and if I stayed here with you, now. Things just wouldn't be the same. Well I'm as free as a bird now..." 

She heard the water turn off, out of respect she stepped around the corner of the bathroom door giving her father privacy. Mercedes heard the glass door of the shower slide across the wet tracking. "Daddy, I called Lillian and she suggested something, that's if you're game on the idea." She turned her head forth and looked front, Mercedes saw her father in the mirror across from her. He stood there naked without a towel wrapped around him; he was running it through his hair drying it. She could see the droplets of water running along his nicely built body.

A shiver ran through her as she wanted to look away but didn't. Swallowing hard she watched his movements in the mirror, how he turned his back towards the door. His ass cheeks were firm and rounded. Mercedes was probably the only virgin girl left in her senior class. The only naked male body she'd ever seen was in pictures and of course movies. He turned giving her a side view, she watched as his limp cock flopped a bit. The towel ran along his defined body, as he responded back to her. "I don't know if I like the sound of that honey," he said with a laugh. "Tell me what she suggested and don't say something like a weekend in Death Valley either or one of those who done it train rides." 

Martin looked toward the door and caught his daughter watching him; he chose to not embarrass her as he watched her head turn away. He snickered a bit not really knowing why. Turning off the bathroom light he exited the bathroom and entered his bedroom where she was standing. "Well, what did she say?" he asked as she opened his dresser drawer. Mercedes felt a tad embarrassed but like him she brushed the incident off, but her body didn't. Her body felt a tingle within it. A feeling she'd never felt before.

"Lillian suggested we take a camping trip. She told me of this place in the mountains where you hike or ride horses to get to the camping area. The land I guess is game preserved around it. There's a lake, a pond and you can fish there. We haven't done that since I was probably around ten years old. Oh! She also stated there was a large picnic area for tents and you can cook on open flame as long as you tend to it and make sure its out." After speaking she watched his face, she waited for her father to immediately shoot the idea down or laugh at it.

"Honey, I happen to think that's a fantastic idea. Did she tell you where it's located and all the details?"

"Not everything Daddy, I told her I'd get back in touch with her soon. I really wanted to run the idea by you before I asked for anymore information. I'm kind of shocked you'd really want to go camping. I figured you would say no. It would be good for me any ways, since it's my major for college."

She watched him grab out a pair of silk black lounge pants. "Honey, tomorrow morning call and set it all up. Get all the information and start packing what we need. I know there is old camping gear in the garage up in the loft. We'll need to get it down and sort through it, making sure we have all we need. Now, I'm going to go make a pot of coffee call my office and let Darleen know I'll be taking Thursday through Monday off. That will give us time to pack and do the last minute odds and ends." He slipped on the pajama pants under the robe while she was in the room then hung the wet towel in the bathroom. He stopped before her and kissed her cheek softly and then headed for the kitchen.

Mercedes stood there for a second and smiled. Not sure if it was for what she'd seen in the reflection of the mirror or the fact she and her father were going away together. She went and joined him for coffee, then picked out a few movies that were delivered through the mailing program they were joined with. Walking into the living room where she saw him relaxing on the couch reading the paper, she took the seat aside him. "I picked these three movies the other night when I sent the others back. I have Saw II, Blood Woods and an old one I always wanted to see, Looking for Mr. Goodbar." Mercedes laughed, "Blood Woods is about a bunch of teens on a camping trip where some psycho murdered goes around killing people. Not sure I want to watch that knowing we're going camping now."

Martin placed the paper down and put his arm around her shoulder bringing her close to him, feeling her resting against his bare chest. He kissed her nose, her forehead and whispered softly in her ear, "Honey, I'd never allow anything to happen to you, you're my only baby girl." He held her tightly as she quickly reminded him of the time.

"I know that daddy, that's why this trip is so special. Others are going places with friends and boyfriends, girlfriends, and I rather spend what time I have left at home here with you. Oh! It's almost 4PM; remember we have a bet call it in."

Martin laughed as he used his free hand and called the order in exactly at 4 PM like they agreed upon. Now, they had to wait and see what time it was delivered. "We didn't make out the full bet, we didn't decide on the winner and loser part. So, whoever wins does or gets what from the loser?"

Mercedes laughed and gave it a little bit of thought. "I never gave that any thought, the wager, H-m-m...might need to think a few minutes on this."

He kept her held close as he went back to reading the financial section. She took the entertainment section and looked through it. They hadn't cuddled on the couch for a long time. The bell rang and startled them both; they both looked at the grandfather clock and grinned. It was 4:47PM which meant Martin had won the bet. "Seems I was the closest one honey, I guess we better decide what the wager is now." He got up and went to the door, paid the delivery boy and brought the food back into the living room. "We going to eat it while watching a movie or in the kitchen?"

They chose to eat it in comfort while watching Saw II. The food was finished as they re-cuddled back up; she pulled the blanket down over herself and laid her head within her father's lap. Martin stretched his legs out over the coffee table while he ran his fingers through her long soft tress. She fell asleep upon his lap, as she was; Martin looked down at her and smiled at his precious sleeping beauty. He carefully got up, scooped her up within his arms and carried her up the steps to her bedroom. Martin laid his daughter upon her bed and covered her up. Returning to the living room he cleaned up and shut everything off then retired for the night himself.

The days flew by quickly; it was already Wednesday. That evening, both went into the garage and got down the camping gear. They sorted it all out and realized the only thing needed would be a pair of hiking boots for Martin and a new rod and reel for Mercedes. They went out for dinner that evening and took care of that, plus, bought the food they wanted and anything else they thought of at the last minute. Driving home, Martin looked over to his daughter as she be-bopped around in the passenger seat. "You do know we still have a wager that needs paid off. I was thinking that you could give me a massage for my win. My lower back has been killing me lately, how's that?"

"Mercedes laughed and nodded her head, "Deal that's simple enough. I thought you would forget; then I remembered your mind worked like a steel trap. I can do that tonight after I grab a shower. Oh, I got the directions and any information we needed from Lillian. She said it was a while since she'd been there so things may have changed, but assured me it was still a place to camp." 

Once home Mercedes showered and changed for bed, as did Martin. She walked into his bedroom where he was laying on the bed with a towel over his bare behind. She swallowed hard as she entered and walked towards the bed. "I have a warming lotion on the dresser; you can use that. I'm hoping you can relieve me of the painful ache I've been feeling this past month."

Mercedes retrieved the lotion and walked back to him; crawling up on the bed, she straddled his thighs. Pulling down the towel a bit to expose his back she shivered once again. Flipping the top open she applied a few drops of the oil then began to work his lower back listening to him moan and groan each time she hit a knotted muscle. Martin closed his eyes and felt her hands working all the sore areas within his lower back. He had needed this desperately, and was glad he'd won the wager, though he knew if he'd had asked her, Mercedes would have gave him the massage regardless. 

Martin felt his cock twitch as his daughter's hands moved smoothly along his toned body. Each moan and groan was released not only for how good her hands felt, but for how good she felt straddled over him. He knew his thoughts were wrong, yet his mind couldn't help the images that were running through it. "Mercedes, why don't you have a boyfriend? I mean, I'm sorry if I'm prying Hon, but I notice you never go out on dates, or do anything with a special boy."

"She sat up letting her fingers run along his back, sliding easily from the oil. "Daddy, I just never found one that has interested me enough to go out. I have male friends and I'd like to keep them as friends, so I always thought it was best not to date them. Schooling always came first as well. I wanted to keep up good grades and earn my way into college by scholarships. I know you would have paid my tuition, but I didn't want that. I'm responsible for my own, or least I try to be."




Mercedes Bends



Authors Note: Welcome to my latest story and...hard to believe it's been four years since I have posted in this category. A couple of notes about this story; one, it's on the longer side and features a story, not just 'action' so if you enjoy shorter pieces, this may not be for you. Second, this story is part of my Circle series and hopefully will leave you wanting to know more about the group. It also for my longtime fans features a brief cameo of an old favorite. Enjoy. Lovecraft68

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Sitting back in the comfortable leather recliner, The Lady Mercedes took a long drag on her cigarette and checked the time on her cell phone. She'd left- her eyes narrowed as she had to struggle to recall his name-was it Rick? Exhaling she gave a mental shrug, did it really matter? She'd been referring to him as dog for the last hour; that was good enough. 

She'd left him alone five minutes ago and her experience told her she had maybe another five minutes before the vibrating cock ring would bring him to the point of no return. The ring was on its lowest setting, barely a tease, but she'd been edging him for close to an hour now. 

Taking the final drag from the cigarette, she sighed and crushed it out in the small ashtray next to her. Picking up the bottle of water from the ice bucket on the end table, she took a sip then placed the bottle against her sweaty face. She'd turned the heat up to over ninety in the other room and the cold felt damn good. 

Letting her head fall back against the chair, she trailed the bottle down her neck and to her chest, letting it rest between her small perky breasts. Putting down the bottle, Mercedes picked up an ice cube and sliding her black robe and the lingerie she was wearing beneath, to the side; pressed the ice against her nipple and winced at the sudden chill. 

Sliding it to her other nipple, she held it there longer, enjoying the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure the cold brought to her sensitive skin. Closing her yes, she pressed the cube hard into her now swollen nipple, pushing the silver spike pierced through it deep into the soft skin of her breast. The increased pain caused a warm sensation to build between her legs, as for the first time since she'd started tonight's game, she began to become aroused. Well on that note, she thought, she may as well go get this over with. 

With a grunt of disgust, Mercedes rose from the chair and walked over to the door of the room. She was in a small suite in the upper level of her club; The Velvet Rope and like the other suite's this one had a small cooling off room as she referred to it and the bedroom, or in the case of some of the suites, a small dungeon in the other. The door featured a full length mirror and standing before it, Mercedes untied the long black robe she had been wearing, even in the heat of the room, and let it fall to the floor. 

Beneath the robe she was wearing a yellow lace teddy that tied in the middle leaving her hard flat stomach bare. The material over her small firm breasts was transparent, showing off her brown nipples. Below the waist all she had on was a yellow thong, leaving her long well toned legs exposed up to her hips.

Reaching up to remove the clip in her hair, Mercedes rolled her eyes. She was not a fan of the color, but had been told many times it looked amazing on her ebony skin. So being that tonight was all about the over grown teenagers that shared the Circle's table getting a show, the lingerie would work fine. 

Mercedes pulled the clip out and with a shake of her head sent her long black hair cascading down her back. She noticed that because of the heat it was starting to curl and knew she'd have to get it straightened yet again. But again, it had been pointed out to her by several of the men how her hair looked better curly and after all, this was the groups night, not hers, so even better to please them with. She reached down to the doorknob, then struck by an idea walked back to the ice bucket and grabbed a couple of cubes. 

Mercedes walked back to the door and entering the room, quickly closed it behind her. Turning around she paused to take in the sight of her handy work. Rick, she was pretty sure that was his name, was not in the bed, but a modified reclining chair next to it. His wrists were bound together over his head, the other end of the rope affixed to the bottom of the back of the chair. He'd learned the hard way, that if her pulled forward the leg rest would rise and he definitely didn't want that to happen. 

Rick's legs were spread apart with his feet on the floor, straddling the leg rest. The position would not be uncomfortable, but for the fact Mercedes had tied a thin rope around the base of his cock and around his scrotum, separating his balls to the point she was able to tie each one individually as well. The end of the rope was attached to the leg of the chair and if the leg rest rose the rope would tighten on his already painfully swollen balls. 

Rick's rather large cock was tied tightly at the base and with the exception of an occasional loosening of the knot, had been for close to an hour. His turgid cock was standing at full attention and attached to it was a vibrating cock ring. Ricks eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow and rapid. Each of his breaths ended in a pathetic whimper and even from across the room she could see his legs shaking. 

Walking up to the chair, Mercedes glanced up at the corner of the ceiling and saw the small red light blinking. There were five cameras mounted throughout the room all with a direct feed to a lap top in her suite. When her show was over she would send the videos' to be spliced and edited down to the final product that would be shown at the next meeting. Normally they went to Loki, a surveillance specialist, but this time would be different. Reaching the chair Mercedes stood and watched Rick moaning.

Between the heat of the room and his body's desperate need to reach an orgasm he was no longer completely aware of his surroundings and had no idea she was standing there. Mercedes looked down at his cock and saw it was twitching. As she had calculated in the other room, he would cum, and soon. To confirm that thought, Rick released a louder moan and his hips jerked. He immediately whimpered when the movement tightened the rope around his testicles and Mercedes felt her nipples stiffen at the sound.

Unlike the rest of the Circle, Mercedes had become indifferent to the actual act of sex, for her it was about this. The thrill of watching someone totally helpless, completely at her mercy and at a point they would do anything for the release only she could give them. But tonight she would have to give in and allow Rick to fuck her. The group had rules and although she had bent them repeatedly, Mercedes could tell from Mistress Scarlett's reaction to her last one, and the fact she wanted to see her next video before Loki, she was not pleased. 

Looking down at Rick, Mercedes figured the women would be pleased with her choice of sub. Rick was as dark as Mercedes herself and the muscles in his hard body were glistening from sweat and bulging as his body strained to cum. Mercedes eyes once again found the most impressive of those muscles and saw the twitching was becoming more pronounced. She picked up the remote for the cock ring and held it in her hand. She was still holding the ice cubes in the other and put that one behind her back.

"Ohhh, oh yeah." Rick groaned in front of her, his hips moving ever so slightly, trying to urge the orgasm along without tightening the rope. 

Mercedes silently counted to ten and when Rick's next moan was longer and higher pitched she shut the ring off. 

"Sorry my pet, time's up." She said softly. 

Rick's eyes flew open and he moaned, "Oh please Mistress, just a little more I..."

"I gave you plenty of time." She answered as she tossed the remote aside and easing her finger into the rubber cock ring, slid it off. 

He groaned at the contact and with a nasty smile, she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and gave it a couple of slow pumps. 

"Please." He moaned.

Mercedes squeezed his cock and could feel her pussy growing wet at the feeling of him throbbing in her hand. His eyes were wide and his entire body shaking as she stroked him. She stopped and when he whimpered shook her head. 

"You sound like a dog, a pathetic dog, then again that's what you arte isn't it?"

"Y...yes Mistress." He whispered. 

"And you should know that it was best you did not come. By holding back, you're showing me there may be some hope for you yet." 

Reaching down between his legs, she picked up the feather that was on the leg rest and began lightly flicking it across the engorged head of his cock. She circled it twice then teased it across the sensitive underside of the tip. His hips moved, yet even as he groaned in pain he gasped.

"Oh, please let me come!"

"Yeah? You all worked up and need it?" she asked sweetly as the feather continued to dance across his straining cock.

"Yes I..."

"Then I guess we should cool you down."

Bringing her hand around, Mercedes pressed the ice cubes directly onto his balls. Rick cried out in surprise and pain and his hips lifted off the chair. His cry turned into a loud groan as the rope tightened around his scrotum. Despite the fact it was causing him more pain, he couldn't control writhing and his groans were like music to her ears. 

The sight of his muscular body squirming against her touch and the fact his bound cock was still hard, sent a surge of desire through her and knowing it would play well to the group said, "Let's see how you handle some pleasure with your pain."

Parting her lips, she took the head of his cock between them, sucking on just the tip. Rick moaned and then cried out as he reflexively pumped his hips. The sound of his moan caused her to begin breathing harder around his desperate flesh and she took him deeper into her mouth. She held him there, feeling her pussy moistening at the sensation of him trembling between her lips. Mercedes slowly bobbed her head, her eyes locked on his face. His eyes were bulging and the look of mixed pain and lust on his face was one she knew Loki would use in the video. 

Rick started moving his hips, his need to come surpassing the pain, and Mercedes remained still, allowing him very briefly to fuck her mouth. When he arched his back off the chair and a look of relief began to pass across his face, she quickly removed him from her mouth and with a flick of her wrist dealt his cock a slap. He yelped and she snapped, 

"No thank you? I suck your worthless cock and get no thank you? You are hopeless aren't you?"

"I...I'm sorry mistress," he was still gasping in pain and was pausing between each word, "Please have..."

"Never mind the fact I wore something special for you as a reward for you not coming and you don't even notice it." Taking her hands she rubbed her tits before sliding them down her exposed stomach and across the crotch of her thong, "I guess you don't find me attractive."

"My...my mistress is v...very desirable." 

"Am I now? If I were I wouldn't have had to point out my change of attire." She sighed, "Perhaps I should leave again."

"Mercedes please!" He cried out, "T...this isn't..."

His words turned into a yowl of pain as Mercedes grabbed the rope between his balls and gave it a quick tug.

"Since when are we on a first named basis?" she snapped.

"I...I'm sorry Mistress." He whimpered.

"And were you going to say this isn't fair?" she laughed harshly, "You sought me out did you not? Thought because you'd played with handcuffs a few times with your little sluts you were ready for a true Mistress?"

"But you...you keep"

"Keep what, playing unfair? Are you a man or a boy?" Mercedes grabbed his cock and gave it a hard squeeze, "This does not make you man, all it does is make you pathetic. You're all the same, all you men think about is your cock and what hole you can stick it into next. Tell me arrogant one, do you really think I'm going to let you fuck me?"

"You're supposed to fuck...ow!"

Mercedes released his cock and gave it another slap, "You didn't even thank me for the privilege of my mouth, yet you think you can have my pussy?"

"I...I'm at your mercy, Mistress." 

His voice came out in a high pitched whine that caused her desire to wan. There was nothing Mercedes hated more than when a man expected it of her. Had he just continued to beg she would have let the game go on, but now she was done.

She would leave him and have one of her girls come in and untie him, he could jack himself off and leave. Mercedes began to turn when the red light caught her eye. She was expected to fuck tonight and by someone other than this pathetic fool. 

Taking a deep breath she told herself to relax and just let it happen. He had been whimpering for quite some time now, she had nothing to prove. Turning back to Rick she ran her fingernail down the length of his cock. 

"I'll tell you what," she said, making her way alongside the chair, "I'll give you a chance you don't deserve. You prove that tongue is good for something other than whining like a child, I'll let you cum."

"Thank you, Mistress! I promise I'll..."

"Not only will I let you come, but I'll even let you fuck me if I come hard enough, fair?"

"My Mistress is better than I deserve." He said, and Mercedes noted his eyes were now working their way up and down her body.

"That goes without saying." She said softly. 

Leaning over, she pulled the end of the rope through one of the loops between his balls. The knot loosened and Rick's breath hissed between his teeth as the pressure was relieved. Mercedes waited several seconds and smiled as his relief turned into pain as the blood rushed back into his testicles. 

"Well?" she asked.

"Th...thank you Mistress," He moaned through clenched teeth. 

"This way you'll calm down and maybe enjoy me for more than the thirty seconds you'd last. That is of course, if you impress me."

Turning to face him, Mercedes untied her top. She did so slowly, waiting to see if he'd learned anything. This time he didn't disappoint.

"Mistress, may I see your beautiful tits?"

"Good start," she said as she pulled the string and let the top fall from her shoulders.

Ricky licked his lips at the sight of her breasts and she asked, "Do you like them?"

"They're perfect." He said his eyes locked onto her dark nipples, "Everything about you is."

"Oh, you can learn can't you?" She grabbed his cock and gently stroked it, he moaned this time in simple pleasure. "See, if you behave yourself, you get rewarded."

Leaning over she placed her left tit in his face. She expected him to lick her nipple, instead he whispered, "Mistress, may I?"

"You may." She answered, her hand sliding down his cock to begin massaging his balls. 

His tongue flicked across her nipple softly several times, before he sucked it into his mouth. Mercedes released a moan for the benefit of the camera and closed her eyes to hide the indifferent expression she knew would be on her face.

With an exaggerated sigh, she allowed him to suck her tit, before removing it and sliding over so he could suck the other one. She slid her hand back to his cock and after pumping it several times, released it and rubbed her hand along his flat hard stomach. 

As his tongue eagerly worked her nipple, Mercedes rubbed his chest and told herself he was attractive, if he could last more than a couple of minutes after all the teasing she would get a decent fuck out of him. Straightening, she turned so that her back was to him and hooking her fingers through the sides of her thong, slipped it halfway down her ass. 

"Please let me see your pussy mistress."

His tone wasn't as sincere as it should have been, but at this point it was no longer going to be what she wanted to do, but what she needed to. That thought caused her to frown and for a brief instance Mercedes had the image of herself as an eighteen year old freshmen; nervously opening her legs for a man who had just handed her a roll of bills. 

Blinking away that memory, Mercedes slowly shimmied out of the thong. Putting on a show for the camera, she bent over, bracing her hands on the chair and giving Ricky a good view of her smooth pussy peeking out from between her thighs. 

Turning back around, she lifted her leg, placing it on the arm of the chair. She spread her pussy open, exposing her pink flesh through her dark lips. Rick's eyes were wide and he was breathing hard as, once again for the benefit of the camera, Mercedes teased her long red nail around her clit. 

Bending her leg, she leaned forward until her pussy was directly in front of his face. This time he didn't ask and pressed his tongue against her clit. She thought about pulling away, but she'd already had enough.

"You like that pussy?" she asked in the breathy voice she'd used years ago to make the johns think she was into them. "You want to show me how good you are with that tongue?"

"Oh, yeah." He said, flicking his tongue across her clit. 

His words were accompanied by a small smile that made her want to tie his balls again, but instead she lowered her leg to the floor and pushed the recliner back, so he was horizontal.

Turning around, she swung her leg back up onto the chair and over his head. Mercedes brought her other leg up so that she was straddling his chest. She lowered her pussy to just over his face and gave her ass a playful shake, pulling her pussy away from his tongue. 

"Please?" he asked, she felt his chest move beneath her and realized he had laughed, he now thought this was just a game. 

Even as she lowered her pussy to his eager tongue, Mercedes thought, why wouldn't he? She'd been forced to do a complete three sixty and let him have her. His tongue found her clit and she released a moan that sounded as sincere as his last 'please'. 

"Hold still," she told him.

"Yes ma'am." She could feel him smiling.

Still playing her part, Mercedes started rocking, sliding his tongue between the folds of her pussy. He was wiggling his tongue back and forth, rather than keeping it still as she asked, but she faked another moan, trying not to focus on the fact he was disobeying her. Resting her chest on his stomach, she reached back and spread her ass open. 

"Tongue my ass." She told him.

"I don't like that." He replied.

Video or no video, she was not going to tolerate that. Grabbing his still tender balls, she gave them a hard squeeze. He cried out in pain and rather than release them, she continued to squeeze until she felt his tongue move to her asshole. She quickly sat back so she was straddling his face and began gyrating on him, shoving his tongue deep into her ass. Facing the camera she knew was behind the mirror she played with her nipples and moaned, "That's right, lick my ass, you do what I tell you to!"

He moaned something and she leaned back down and moving slightly forward, gave him her pussy again. As he began sliding his tongue around her clit, Mercedes grabbed his cock and stroked it. Looking directly at the camera she rubbed his large cock along her face, rolling her eyes back as if she loved it. 

Rick was now sucking on her clit. Typical man, she thought as she brought the head of his cock to her lips, he wasn't trying to tease or please at all, just wanted her to get off so he could fuck her. 

Closing her eyes she parted her lips and moaned over his cock. She wiggled her hips, moving them up and down as if she were getting close to cumming rather than just going through the motions. Speaking of going through the motions, she took him into her mouth and slowly worked her lips down to the base of his shaft.

"Oh fuck," Rick groaned, "Damn, I knew you loved to suck!" 




Mercedes Bends



Resisting the urge to bite down, she bobbed her head, rolling her eyes back and moaning around it. Rick's thighs started to shake and she sighed, figuring he'd last a minute tops once she got on him. She popped his cock from her mouth and made a show of swirling her tongue around the head.

"Oh," she purred, "That's it; show me how much you want it. Make your Mistress come in your face!"

He sucked her harder and she started breathing heavier, pissed or not, she was beginning to feel it. She let herself relax, thinking maybe she could at least let herself get off. That's when he completely ruined it.

"Oh, I'll make you come," he said into her pussy, "Nice and hard, just like you're going to fuck me." A surge of rage swept through her, but nonetheless she stayed where she was and he continued to dig himself a hole. "Yeah, we played your way, now we're going to have some fun."

"Shut up and suck me off." She snapped, and then added, "The faster I come, the faster you come."

He pressed his tongue hard against her clit and swirled it around her swollen flesh. Mercedes barely noticed as she gave his cock a couple of long licks up and down his shaft and made a show of bucking her hips faster. Sitting up, she braced her hands on his thighs, digging her nails hard into his flesh. She heard him moan between her legs and after grinding her hips on his face, threw her head back and as she had done all through college, released a long, loud and completely contrived squeal.

She bucked wildly on his face, closing her eyes and parting her lips while emitting a series of convincing yelps. Looking down she stared at his impressive cock and prepared to slide down and ride him. After another fake cry of ecstasy, she made a show of slumping forward on him and gasping, all the while wondering if any of the women in the group would see she was faking. There was no doubt the guys would think it was real, they were too arrogant to ever think a woman faked one for them. 

"Oh, you came hard didn't you?" Rick asked.

"Why yes I did." She said softly, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. "Now I guess you deserve a reward don't you?"

Sliding down his chest she continued until she was grabbing his ankles and his hard cock was pressed against her pussy. Mercedes lifted herself slightly and worked her hips, sliding his cock between her lips and giving the camera behind them a view of her ass and pussy working his hard flesh. Pulling forward a little more, she pushed the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy and paused for effect. She was getting ready to get it over with and drive down on him when he laughed, 

"Oh, you're going to ride that cock aren't you Mercedes, going to love my big dick in that pretty little pussy! Bet you'll come all over it."

Mercedes kept herself still and when he thrust his hips, trying to slide into her, she pulled forward. 

"No, Rick you're the one that gets to cum now, after all you deserve it don't you?" she asked.

"Hell yeah, after you teased the shit out of me, but you ain't teasing anymore are you?" 

"Oh, no, you're going to cum and nice and hard aren't you?" 

"Real hard!" he laughed again.

"I bet after all that teasing it's going to be a nice big load isn't it?"

"And it's all for you!" he told her, "Every drop"

"We'll see about that." 

Reaching down alongside the recliner, Mercedes hit the lever that held the chair in its current position. Swinging her leg over him, she hopped off of the chair and turning around grabbed his cock.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and then moaned as she pumped him.

"You don't deserve my pussy dog, you didn't even deserve to taste it, so the only way you're coming is like this." She stroked his cock faster and his hips moved as he was already getting close. "Unless you don't want too." She released his cock with a shrug.

"No, please!" he moaned, "I'll...oh please just make me cum!"

"You want to come Rick; you want to shoot a nice big hot load for me? Show me what a man you are?"

"Yes!" he cried out, "Please stop fucking teasing me!"

"As you wish."

Mercedes began jerking him off again and within seconds his hips were rocking and he was moaning idiotically. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand and knew he was getting close. She spit on his cock and kept stroking, getting it wet and making her hand feel even better to his desperate cock. 

"Oh god," he whimpered, "I...I'm going to come! Here it comes baby! I...No.!"

Just as she felt the cum racing through his cock, she squeezed her fingers around the base of his head, stopping him from cumming, he began jerking his hips and begging, "Please, oh, god it fucking hurts...I need to cum! Please Mistress!"

"Whatever you want,"

She pushed on his chest and the chair swung down, the head rest thumping against the floor. His legs came up, and with his cock now pointing at his face, Mercedes realized her grip. A huge spurt of cum erupted from the tip and hit him in the mouth. 

Pumping him with one hand, she grabbed his balls and squeezed hard enough to get him to yell in pain. As soon as his mouth opened he received a spurt of cum directly into it. He jerked his head to the side, spitting it out, but even as he did he was groaning and his hips bucking as the cum that had been building within him for the last hour exploded from his cock. 

The next squirts hit him in the side of the face and reaching out; Mercedes grabbed his hair and yanked his head around to face her. He caught another squirt, this time in his eye, and as he tried to jerk his head back she wrapped her hand in his hair and held him there while she painted his face with his sticky fluid. When she could coax no more from his cock, she released it and looked down at his cum covered face.

"How was that stud?" she asked, "Showed me didn't you?" She scooped some of the cum that had pooled on his chest in her fingers and roughly shoved them in his mouth. 

"Like that taste? Now you know what the girls you pay to suck your cock feel like." She grunted and smeared his cum all over his lips with her fingers. 

He glared at her, but didn't dare open his mouth. 

"You could have had me, if you'd behaved, but dogs like you are too stupid to do anything but think you're in control. But you're not are you?"

He shook his head, a whimper escaping him.

"That's right. So you go back and you tell whatever little friend of yours told you about my club that no one controls The Lady Mercedes, think you can manage that?"

He nodded desperately, his eyes wide as she stared down at him. 

"Good boy." She told him and turned away from him.

Walking towards the door she called over her shoulder. "You just lay there for awhile and let that dry, if I remember I'll send one of the girls to come up here and untie you."

Without looking back at him, Mercedes closed the door behind her and after putting her black robe back on, made her way out of the suite and down the hallway to the large apartment she stayed in whenever she didn't feel like going home from the club. Going directly to the desk in the living room she sat down and after downloading the videos to her computer, sent them off to The Lady Scarlett. 

Sitting back in the chair, Mercedes picked up the pack of cigarettes and lighting one, imagined Scarlett was not going to be pleased. Well that was going to be too bad. Rules be damned, The Lady Mercedes would never whore herself again, not even for The Circle.

*****

"Excuse me miss, this is for you." Mercedes looked up from her I-Pad to see the waiter place an apple martini in front of her. "It's from the gentleman in the white shirt."

"Send it back." She returned to looking at the spreadsheet containing the clubs expenses for the month. 

"Are you sure?" The waiter asked, looking nervously over his shoulder at whoever had sent the drink. "Your glass is empty."

"And if I wanted another I would have ordered it, now remove it please."

"But he paid for it."

"Then he can drink it." She answered. She added up a column of figures then, noticing the waiter still standing there, sighed, "Remove it from his tab and put it on mine, is that better?"

"I've never seen anyone turn down a drink,"

"First time for everything." She told him. "Now do your job and clear my table please."

The waiter, who couldn't have been more than twenty, nodded and picking up the drink walked away. Mercedes watched him go over to a tall blonde man dressed in a pair of black Dockers and a white polo shirt and put the drink in front of him. He stared at the waiter then glanced over at her. She met his gaze and held it for a moment. He gave her a practiced lady killer smile and picking up the drink, walked over to her table. 

"I have to say I've never seen a lady play hard to get before a drink." Without waiting for an invitation he sat down across from her and extended his hand, "I'm Jack."

"I'm not interested." 

"Well not interested, it's nice to meet you," he laughed. "So what's a stunning beauty like you doing sitting out here all alone?"

"Waiting for another stunning beauty." Mercedes replied as she surveyed the crowded patio hoping to see who as always was running late.

"Well maybe I can keep you company until then." 

"I have a phone if I want to talk to someone." She told him. 

"Wow," he shook his head, "You're a tough one, aren't you?"

Her reply was look back down at the screen in her hands. She could feel his eyes on her and wondered how long he would stay. Without looking up, Mercedes knew his eyes would be on her legs, which were well displayed in the short coral sundress she was wearing. She imagined his gaze wandering up to her chest, which although small was propped up well by the snug fitting dress. It was warm, but not hot and Mercedes had left her hair down and it was currently lying over her right shoulder, leaving her neck exposed. 

She heard Jack clear his throat and wondered if it would be her dress, eyes or...

"You know, that dress looks incredible on your skin. I love dark skinned women."

"Oh, do you now?" She was going to have to be rude, but something told her he would make it easy on her. 

"Yes, and your features" he made a show of looking at her face, "So exotic."

"Exotic?" she repeated. 

"Very, so where are you from, Cape Verde?" 

"Close" Mercedes told him, "Louisiana." She gave him a smirk, "Care to keep trying, Romeo?"

"Hey look, you don't have to be a..."

"Bitch?" she finished, "Apparently I do because I've made it pretty clear I'm not interested in you."

"Well excuse me, I just happen to find women of color to be very attractive."

"Women of..." she switched gears and gave him a big smile, "So you like dark meat, Jack?"

"I do." He nodded, "So how about we..."

"Then go fuck a Turkey." She told him, still smiling.

"What are you to good for me? Fine," He scowled, standing "Stuck up woman like you wouldn't know how to handle a man anyway."

"Yup," she nodded, looking back down to the table "That's me, no idea how to handle a man."

She waited until he had stormed off, then with a disgusted sigh, shut the I-pad off and put it on the table. She shouldn't have been that rude to him, but nothing annoyed her more than a pushy man. Still that was no excuse to be that much of a bitch, he was probably a decent guy and at the end of the day was it so bad to be desired? 

That all depended on what they desired of her, which was always one thing. She also wasn't in the best of moods to begin with this afternoon. As she had expected, Scarlett must not have been thrilled with her video. The day after her taped affair with Rick, Victoria had called her and not as her friend, but as The Lady Felicia, high lady of the Circle, telling her they needed to talk and soon.

Mercedes agreed to lunch at Cafe Reggio at noon and should have known better than to think that Victoria would be anywhere near on time. As if Victoria knew she was thinking of her, Mercedes phone beeped on the table. Picking it up, she saw it was indeed from the high lady telling her she was sorry, but she may be another fifteen minutes. Mercedes texted her back, that she'd see her in the half hour it would really take her and then continued to stare at her phone.

"Don't get yourself going." She said softly, but already knew she would. 

Unable to resist, Mercedes pulled up the picture of her niece Jennifer her sister Michelle had sent her early this morning, when she'd still been asleep. Jennifer was in cute red dress, her hair in braids; she was waving at the camera and proudly displaying a Dora the Explorer lunchbox, as well as a missing front tooth. Michelle had sent the picture, with the message "First day of school, thank you for the new clothes, Aunty Tonya!"

Mercedes felt her throat begin to tighten while she stared at the picture, Jennifer looked just like her. Then again seeing Jennifer's father Roger was Mercedes twin brother that was to be expected. At this point Mercedes hadn't spoken to Roger in years and if it weren't for Michelle, whom Mercedes had been best friends with throughout high school, she wouldn't even know she had a niece. 

Scrolling through her phone, she found Michelle's number and paused. She wanted nothing more than to speak with her niece, but calling was never easy. She was also sitting in the middle of a crowded patio and didn't want to end up upset. With a sigh, she hit the number and listened to it begin to ring. Being in public might serve to keep her calmer and if nothing else Victoria would be there soon to provide a distraction. 

"Hey Tonya," Michelle answered, "How are you?"

"I'm good," she replied, "That picture is adorable; she's beautiful!"

"She should be, she looks just like her aunt."

"Her father as well."

"More you," Michelle told her, "She's going to be a head turner when she gets older."

"That's okay; she'll be a good girl." Mercedes assured her, "You'll see to that, and if nothing else Roger will probably try to see if he can find a chastity belt online."

Michelle laughed, then said, "Tonya, thank you so much for that last check, it really came in handy, bought all her school clothes."

"My pleasure." She paused, before asking, "So Roger's still not working."

"Well he has the church, but..."

"The church as he calls it, is a half dozen people listening to him ramble in your living room," Mercedes pointed out, "He needs to get a job Michelle, you need to push him."

"He believes he's doing God's work Tonya."

"No, he believes in doing no work at all. How long are you going to pull double shifts while he plays preacher?"

"Let's not get into that, okay?" Michelle said with an edge in her voice. 

"You're right, so big day today?"

"She loved it!" Michelle exclaimed, sounding relieved to be off the topic of Mercedes useless brother. "She made friends and the teacher read to them, she can't wait to go back." She sighed, "God willing, she'll always love school. I think it's a waste you're the only one in the family that could go to college."

"Could go?" she snorted, "I'm the only one who didn't cave into my parent's backwater mentality that you have to be born, raised and die in the same town. Roger could have gone."

"No, most wouldn't have been able to survive on their own, they would have been eaten alive in the city."

"I survived." She said simply.

"You had a trade they didn't have."

Mercedes response was to begin to remove the phone from her ear, preparing to end the call, she didn't need this shit from a woman whose idea of a future was to be married and raise kids while working to support a hypocrite.

"Tonya I'm sorry!" Michelle said loud enough for her to hear even with the phone away from her. 

Mercedes took a deep breath and forced herself to put the phone back to her ear. In the back ground she heard Jennifer laughing and told herself that was what mattered, she hadn't called to speak with Michelle.

"Like you said, let's not get into that."

"You're right, but sometimes you piss me off, you act like you're better than us because you 'got out' I think is the way you say it."

"I don't think I'm better than..."

"Please, you don't even have your accent anymore; you sound just like a city girl." She snorted, "You sure as hell learned how to act like one quick enough."

"So much for letting this be." Mercedes replied coolly.

"I...I'm sorry Tonya, really this time, it's just, well things aren't easy around here."

Mercedes bit back the reply of she wondered why and instead said, "I understand Michelle."

"Anyway, she had a great time and I made sure she knew all her fun new stuff was from her aunty."

"Is Jennifer there Michelle?"

"She's...well right now she's napping."

"Funny, I heard her laughing a minute ago."

"Well..."

"I'd like to speak to my niece Michelle, its bad enough I can't see her."

"Tonya, I...look Jennifer is getting older."

"And that means?"

"It means, well she talks a lot more now, but she's a child and doesn't understand how things are."

Even though she knew where this was going, Mercedes forced her voice to remain calm. "Once again, that means what?"

"It means I really don't trust her to not tell her father she spoke to you."

"Oh, give me a break Michelle!" she snapped, "Are you so beneath his thumb, that you can't let me speak to my own niece?"

"You know how he feels about you Tonya."

"And he can feel that way if he so chooses, but I have never done anything but help you Michelle, and there's nothing I won't do for my niece."

"It's not that simple." Michelle said quietly and Mercedes could hear she was upset. "Whenever your name comes up he...well you know what he calls you. I'd rather not Jennifer hear that."

"So the answer is for me to never speak to her?"

"I'm not saying it's right Tonya, and it's not ever, it's just right now she doesn't understand and..."

"And when will that be?" Mercedes asked, heatedly, "When she's a teenager?"

"Tonya..."

Swallowing her pride, Mercedes asked softly, "Michelle please let me speak to her. Just for a couple of minutes, I just want to hear her voice, hear her call me aunty..." She swallowed hard as she struggled to fight back her emotions. "I want to tell her I love her."

"I..." Michelle paused then started stuttering, "Yeah well I...its good hearing from you Nancy and...hey!"

"I've told you to never call my home again." 

Mercedes felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of her brother's voice. It was only the second time he'd spoken to her in ten years.

"I'm not calling you Roger," she kept her voice steady, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hanging up, "I'm calling your wife, you know, my best friend?"

"You don't have any friends Tonya, at least any that aren't paying you to be their friend."

"At least I get paid, when was the last time someone gave you money to do something? A five dollar donation to your church isn't a paycheck. Tell me, my lazy brother; is sloth not one of the seven deadly sins?"

"God has a plan for me, just as he does everyone, even you, but you turned your back on him. You do it every time you turn your back to those men so they can have you in anyway..."

"Enough!" Mercedes snarled, "I am not a prostitute!"

"The hell you aren't! Or did you forget how I found out exactly what my sister did to make ends meet?"

Mercedes had nothing to say to that and took a deep breath, telling herself to give in and hang up.

"No answer? I didn't think so; sin never has an answer when confronted with..."

"A hypocrite." she cut him off. "If you wanted no part of sin your name wouldn't have been on the back of the last check I sent."

She paused and when there was no response, laughed, "No answer? I didn't think so."

"I won't waste my time arguing with a whore."




Mercedes Bends



"This whore is the only chance your daughter will have of ever seeing college because her lazy good for nothing father will never get a job. This whore just clothed your child while you thumped your bible and would have sent her to school in hand me downs, just like our parents did to us!" 

"Oh, so you think you can buy the rights to my child, is that it? You think money means everything?"

"I think that if you were truly a man of God you would not deny your sister the right to talk to her beautiful niece."

"I will not allow my daughter to speak to the likes of you." He said quietly, "Just because you sell yourself doesn't mean others are for sale."

"I am no longer a..."

"Really?" he cut in. "You're not?"

"No, I..."

"Sell sex in a club in New York, a club that everyone but the police seem to know sells sex right there on the spot. So what are you now my sister? A pimp? You whore others instead of yourself?"

Mercedes was stunned. How the hell did he know about the Velvet Rope? Back when Roger and her were children they were close and like most twins there were times they seemed to be able to read each other's thoughts, and Roger's next words showed that might still be the case.

"How did I know, is that what you're thinking?" he laughed harshly. "Even us bumpkins have the internet Tonya, or..." he laughed again "Should I call you Mercedes? That's what you go by now isn't it?"

"Roger, what I do has..."

"You arrogant slut." He continued, "So much better than us that you taught yourself not to speak like us, so above us you even changed your name. So ashamed of what you are you straighten your hair so it looks like a white women's. What happened sis, someone tell you Tonya was too black of a name for the Johns?"

"Don't you dare speak to..."

"Don't you dare?" he laughed again, "Is that how you start your, what did that article call them, sessions? A friend went up to New York a few months ago sent me a link and low and behold what comes up, but a picture of my own sister! The Mistress Mercedes, owner of the Velvet Rope and the most expensive whore on the East Coast."

He was getting the better of her and knew it, hang up she told herself, but instead she listened as he continued.

"Fifteen hundred dollars for an hour session. That's what that article said," he whistled, "Damn sis you're pretty, but that's crazy and it said most of the time you don't even have sex with them!"

"I don't." she said, snapping herself out of her stupor and trying to defend herself. "Its just games, they..."

"Most of the time!" he interrupted her. "But sometimes I bet you do, maybe that costs even more! So what do you do Mercedes, make the rich white guys hand you a check to treat you like the poor black girl you really are? Do you use your accent for them, call them massa?"

"Fuck you Roger!" she shouted into the phone. 

"Fuck me? Your own brother? I'm sure you would for the right price."

"You..."

"Never call here again Tonya, and don't send any more money. My daughter doesn't need gifts her aunt paid for with her ass."

The phone went dead in her hand and letting it fall to the table; Mercedes put her head in her hands and fought against the tears welling up in her eyes. She should have never called, should have just let it alone. Or at least not argued with Michelle first, Roger couldn't have been there the entire time. 

Mercedes took long deep breaths, squeezing her eyes shut and struggling not to let the tears escape down her cheeks. This was nothing new, just the same old pain; she should be able to handle it by now. 

"Everything okay?"

Mercedes nodded without looking up.

"Are you sure?"

She paused, using the heels of her hands to wipe at her eyes, and looking up, saw Jack standing in front of her. 

"I'm positive." She said softly, not yet trusting her voice.

"Do you need anything?"

"Nothing you'd want to give me," she told him rolling her eyes, leave it to a man to get her back to being angry rather than upset.

"Look, I saw you were upset and came over to..."

"See if you could help?" she asked, "Is this the sensitive man routine?"

"No Miss smart ass, this is the bartender coming over because one of the patrons just shouted an f-bomb and now looks like she's crying. The other customers are looking and I need to make sure you're okay."

"You're the bartender?" she asked dubiously. 

"Yeah, I work here." He nodded, and then gesturing to the chair across from her asked, "May I, just for a minute?"

As she nodded, she said, "But you bought me a drink."

"I was on my break and thought I'd spend a few minutes talking to an attractive woman."

"I see. Well..."

"Look, I know you probably thought I was one of those Wall Street assholes that come here all the time and figured I was on the make, but..."

"You weren't?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I...okay, kind of, but I'm not a rich married guy looking to score, I just..." he shrugged, "Think you're pretty damn beautiful and wanted to talk to you. But I guess I came across wrong and anyway now I'm working and you know how this place is, if you'd yelled again they be escorting you out."

"I appreciate your concern." Mercedes told him, "And I'm sorry I was a bitch before. I just..."

"Have some shit going on," he smiled, "I'm a bartender, "I hear it all day long. Sometimes I think I should be a shrink."

"Everything okay Jack?" Her waiter asked as he came over to the table.

"Yup," Jack said standing, "This young lady just received some bad news and got a little upset, everything's okay."

"You're sure ma'am?" he asked, looking from Jack to her.

"I'm just fine." She replied.

"Yeah you are," Jack replied with a wink.

It was an exaggerated one and he gave her a goofy smile to go along with it. Departing from her normally aloof persona, Mercedes smiled at him.

"Nice smile, lights up those eyes."

"Okay, let's not push it." She replied, but laughed. 

"Speaking of fine," the waiter said reaching out and tapping Jack's arm. "Look at this."

Jack turned to look and said; "Goddamn!" he appeared to look closer and exclaimed, "Rich I swear that's..."

Mercedes rolled her eyes and sat back to watch the show. The High Lady of The Circle had arrived.

*****

Mercedes watched as, like the Red Sea before Moses, the crowd of well dressed patrons of the cafe parted before Victoria Redding. Admittedly more than a little vain, Mercedes knew there was an air of chaos that surrounded attractive women. However, that chaos was magnified tenfold, when the woman in question was not only attractive, but a well known super model. 

As Victoria made her way towards her table, Mercedes rolled her eyes at the reaction around her. Eyes widened, jaws dropped, and men of all ages received dirty looks from their wives and girlfriends as they gawked like teenagers who'd never seen a woman before. 

Then again, in their defense, Victoria was far from your typical woman. To say Victoria was gorgeous was like saying Hell was a little warm. Tall and slender, Victoria had legs that seemed to go forever. That look was heightened by a combination of the very short white skirt and matching heeled sandals she was wearing. The sandals had to add four inches to her and featured straps that wrapped her legs to tie just behind her knees. Victoria's top was a modest white blouse, but it was unbuttoned to reveal a red lace shirt beneath that left her flat tanned stomach bare. 

There flash of light around her stomach as the sun caught the diamond pendent dangling from her naval. The shirt was tight and low cut, pushing Victoria's breasts up and exposing more than a little cleavage. Like the rest of her, Victoria's tits were perfect, not too large, but far from small. Victoria's perfection wasn't limited to her amazing body. Her long honey blonde hair was down despite the heat and even from several feet away; Mercedes could see her trademark, wide baby blue eyes, beaming as she watched everyone watch her. 

She stopped two tables from Mercedes to speak to a woman and a young blonde girl. Victoria said something that was accompanied by a huge practiced smile and a head toss that made Mercedes roll her eyes. Victoria went down to one knee and putting her arm around the young girl flashed another flawless smile as the ecstatic mother snapped a picture of the two of them. She gave the little girl a playful kiss on the cheek and Mercedes was aware of a camera flash off to her left. 

Turning, she noticed a man leaning against the edge of the doorway leading into the restaurant. He was dressed in plain jeans and a t-shirt and the camera in his hand was not that of an amateur. No doubt he was a paparazzi, but Mercedes had learned that unlike most celebrities, Victoria embraced them and always made sure to put on a show. Whether that was her marketing scheme or her inherent narcissism showing through or both, it didn't matter, because right now Victoria was in full swing. 

After rising to her feet she turned to face two men who looked like kids in a candy store when she stepped between them and put her arms around their waist as a waiter snapped a picture. 

"That's Victoria Redding!" Jack told the waiter who was standing next him gawking. 

"I told you I was waiting for a stunning beauty." She couldn't help saying. 

"You weren't kidding!" Jack whistled, "Wow, I..."

"I guess you couldn't have found me too interesting then." She smirked.

"No, it's not that, I..." Jack stammered.

He was cut off by someone bellowing his name and with a last glance at Victoria who was now posing with two teenage girls, Jack looked down at her. "I have to get back to work, um...maybe you can swing by before you leave and..."

"I'll get you an autograph, okay?" she told him, then made a run along gesture with her fingers.

He reluctantly walked towards the bar located against the wall of the restaurant and Mercedes turned back at the sound of laughter. Victoria was getting her picture taken with a couple of college age boys, but a third one, who with his large glasses looked like the typical geek, was stepping away, nervously. After the waiter snapped the photo, Victoria beckoned to the boy who caused another round of laughter as he shook his head.

The laughter turned to cheers when one of the kid's friends caught him by the arm and dragged him over to Victoria. She put her arm around his shoulders, then quickly turning to the side drew her long leg up draped it across him, as she did she faced the camera and leaned her face against his. In an instant her huge friendly smile turned into a look of pure desire that Mercedes knew so well from the meetings. Her big blue eyes narrowed, her full red lips parted and placing her hand with her long red fingernails on his chest, she stuck her tongue out next to his ear. 

The sound of dozens of phones snapping pictures filled the plaza and Mercedes saw the camera go off to her left again. The boy was now blushing furiously and laughing; Victoria grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips. She held the kiss long enough for people to snap away, then giving him hug, stepped away from him. Mercedes had to laugh at the ridiculous smile that had spread across the kids face and wondered how long it would be before pictures of her teasing the poor kid would show up on the net.

Mercedes was one of very few people who knew Victoria specialized in a far darker form of teasing and the Circle would see to it those pictures would never be seen by anyone but the group. Victoria made a show of giving a wave to several of the people watching and turning her back to the crowd finally made it over to the table where she leaned over and gave Mercedes an affectionate kiss on the cheek, before sitting down across from her. 

"You know Victoria, sitting down with me in front of a camera may not be the best career move." She pointed out.

"Please dear," she waved her hand at her, "No offense, but you're not that famous. Only a certain crowd would recognize you. Besides," she shrugged, "The guy over there in the jeans is with me, he won't post anything I won't give a green light to. The rest are only going to show their friends the pictures on their phones."

"So he's a plant?" she raised her eyebrows, "You don't get enough exposure?"

"You can never have enough exposure," she laughed, "Or sometimes be exposed enough, no my lady?"

"The Lady Lexi would certainly agree to that." Mercedes nodded as she slid a menu over to Victoria.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I ate already, and I'm just going to have a drink. I should have told you so you wouldn't have waited."

"That's okay." Mercedes said, recalling her phone conversation, "I'm not hungry anyway."

"So...uh...what would you ladies like?" the waiter spoke up nervously.

"I'll have whatever she's been drinking." Victoria pointed at Mercedes empty glass "And she'll have another."

"Y...yes ma'am."

"And try not to drool in them okay?" Mercedes asked.

As he walked away Victoria meowed like a cat and slashed forward with her nails hooked into claws. "Bad day today, my lady?" she laughed.

"Men are idiots." She replied, then looking into Victoria's eyes asked, "So, tell me are you Victoria this afternoon, or shall I be addressing you by your title?"

"Well it has been awhile since we've had some time to speak," Victoria began, than hesitated.

"But..." Mercedes, said softly.

"But I do need to discuss a couple of business matters with you."

"And I will be more than happy to do so my high lady Felicia." Mercedes replied with a slight bow of her head.

"Tonya, we can still be off..."

"Mercedes."

"We don't have too..."

"It is Mercedes regardless of business or pleasure. Remember Felicia, unlike the rest of you I have the same persona in and out of the Circle."

"We've all called you Tonya in the past," 

"Tonya is not what I choose to be called at this time, is that so difficult to understand?" 

"A little respect my lady." Victoria said softly, "If I am truly here as your high lady, then mind your tongue, this is not your club."

Mercedes stared hard into Victoria's eyes and saw that they were no longer wide and playful, but had grown as cold as her own gaze.

"My apologies Lady Felicia." 

Victoria started to speak, but paused as the waiter placed their drinks in front of them. After almost spilling one because he was staring at her, he walked away and she continued, "That's okay, but you seem a little on edge today my sister, even for you. Is everything alright?" 

"I..." she paused as she felt the urge to say something about what had just happened. Taking a deep breath she pushed that urge away, her past was her business and no one needed to know her baggage. "I just have a lot going on right now."

"I think there's more than that." Victoria told her, picking up her drink. "You can..."

"Besides," Mercedes interrupted her, "It's no secret why you're here, I take it Scarlett was not pleased with my performance."

Victoria took a long swallow of the martini and nodded.

"No, Mercedes she was not. But before we go into that, there is another matter I need to discuss."

"Which is?" Mercedes took a sip of her drink, and frowning, put it down, she was too upset to even drink right now.

"The Lady Lexi is in need of a favor from you."

"Then name it and if it's within my power, my sister will have what she needs."

"I believe it is within your power." Victoria nodded, "Is it true that Judge Wilson Bennett is one of your more, shall we say, secretive clients?"

"Apparently not that secretive." Mercedes shook her head and leveled her finger at Victoria, "I have said before that who is entertained at my club is none of even the Circle's business."

"Everything is our business." Victoria told her, "Loki follows who we tell him to. You have no worries Mercedes; we would never expose the Velvet Rope we just want to know who's" she shrugged "Susceptible to some coercion now and then."

"So go on." Mercedes muttered.

"Lexi is trying an important case before Judge Bennett next month. She has the evidence, but they have some people in their pocket and they are going to lean on Bennett. We need someone to lean on him the other way."

"I cannot threaten him, Felicia." Mercedes sat back and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You may not need to, but if..."

"My relationship with Bennett works both ways. Yes he indulges and fairly often in the clubs, back rooms, but he is also a big reason why my club is never bothered or investigated for prostitution." She shrugged. "If I threaten to blow his cover, who is to say he does not blow mine?"

"Because where else would he go to indulge his little kinks?" Victoria smiled, "Whatever he's into, give him more."

"He get's whatever he wants as it is."

"If anything maybe you approaching him would be a show of trust."

"No, he will see it as attempted blackmail." Mercedes put her hands out, "I'm asking him to render a decision in a case for the benefit of a friend. His first thought will be if he refuses..." She trailed off. "I don't need him getting nervous."

"Mercedes, need I remind you, that when you were having difficulty getting around some loopholes when you took over the club, it was Lexi who took care of it for you."

"I am aware..."

"And part of how she took care of that was letting the husband of the city councilwoman who was standing in your way have pretty much anything he wanted from her?" 

"Lexis' submissive, she loved every minute of it."

"It's the point Mercedes, Lexi gambled on that asshole not mentioning that your attorney loved it in the ass, and would blackmail his own wife into signing off on your permits"

"Lexi was in no danger of that. He was running for office the following year, it would have destroyed his career before it started. She knew that as well, so although her efforts were appreciated, let's not exaggerate her risk.

"The point is Lexi did what she needed to and even a slight risk is still a risk and now if need be there will be one on your part, but," she reached out and put her hand over Mercedes arm. "I have faith that the top Mistress on the east coast can find something to make this worth his while."

"Perhaps Lexi should offer him that," Mercedes grunted disgustedly.

"Perhaps her sister will do as she is asked." Victoria said, looking her in the eye. "Lexi helped you Mercedes, we all help each other, but nothing in the Circle is free, it is time for you to repay the favor."

"I will do what I need to." Mercedes bowed her head, "I'll find a way."

"I know you will, and Lexi will also then be the one in your debt and eventually you can call on her again."

"I thought we all could anyway."

"We can," Victoria laughed, "But the owing of favors allows for some interesting situations down the line."

"Games." 

"Coming from someone who has made a living on those types of games, I would think you wouldn't mind."

"Sometimes, I weary of games." Mercedes told her.

"That has become painfully obvious in your videos the last couple of years my lady."

"Ah, now we get to the real reason for your visit." 

"Mercedes you were told once by me and once by Scarlett herself that your videos are lacking the necessary..." She pursed her lips in thought, "Punch so to speak."

"You mean I don't let the dogs fuck me."

"Putting it crudely, yes." Victoria agreed. "The first part of your tapes, are always amazing! Mercedes, you control, tease and downright torment men like no other"

"But..." Mercedes, said with a disgusted wave of her hand.

"But, in the end the group is looking for sex as well, we want to see our sister enjoy and be enjoyed."

"Perhaps I see things differently."

"Obviously, but rules are rules my lady and no one is above them. You're due to entertain at the next meeting and Scarlett has sent me to tell you that your submission won't do. Now you still have over a week to..."




Mercedes Bends



Victoria stopped when she saw Mercedes shaking her head, "This is ridiculous."

"No, it's not, it's..."

"I don't understand what the problem is here, I really don't!" she snapped. 

"The problem is that no one wants to just see edging and humiliation, they want to see..."

"They had plenty to see in that tape!" 

"Mercedes, lower your voice," Victoria told her, "And again I am your..."

"I don't care what your title is Felicia," she pointed at her, "You have seniority in the Circle, but I have been breaking men and training women to break them far longer than you!" 

"Within the Circle, I hold rank and that is all that matters here." Victoria said with an edge to her voice, "And I am here as your High Lady to tell you that your performance is lacking and..."

"How is it lacking?" Mercedes demanded, slapping her palm on the table, "Did you see it, or are you just going by Scarlett?"

"I saw it." 

"Then what is the issue? I picked what I felt was a very attractive man and much younger than what I usually go for."

"That part was noted," Victoria sighed, "And appreciated. Damn, he was fine."

"I played my game and edged him until he was practically delirious, until he was all but crying."

"Again, we have no issue with that; it's what happens next, or more accurately what doesn't happen."

"I picked a man specifically with the group in mind, hell, I wore a ridiculous lingerie set that was more befitting of a young lover than a Dominatrix!"

"Again, nice touch and..."

"And when I came back in I didn't keep the pressure on him, instead I made myself look like a fool and started trying to please him!" She grunted disgustedly, "I stripped for him like I was there for his benefit!"

"That was for the groups benefit, not his." Victoria said putting her hands out in a placating gesture

"But he doesn't know that!" she hissed vehemently, "Then after that I played with his cock, did I not?"

"Yes, but..."

"For Christ's sake, I sucked his fucking cock! Not just sucked it, but acted like I loved it! Acted like a horny slut who gets wet at the sight of a hard on!"

"Mercedes, please calm down." Victoria put her hand over hers, "There's no..."

"Don't you dare patronize me!" she replied heatedly, "You sit and let me finish, then tell me what you came to tell me."

Victoria stared hard at her and Mercedes unflinchingly returned the gaze. After a moment, she nodded and gestured for her to continue.

"Thank you my lady." Mercedes said in a more even tone, "As I feigned interest in his cock I sat on his face and let him have the privilege of licking my pussy. He was about as good at it as any man who can only think of his own pleasure is, but I felt I put on a pretty good show of enjoying it."

"I could tell you were faking, but that wasn't the issue, I..." Victoria shrugged, "Mercedes all you had to do was ride him from there and it would have been fine."

"No it...", she began, but Victoria kept speaking.

"Really, my lady how long would he have lasted? You'd teased the shit out of him and he looked like he was straining not to cum in your mouth. You'd ride him hard and he'd go off in two minutes tops, you'd make him cum somewhere and then taunt him for getting off so quick and maybe make him lick his cum off you and that would have been all we needed." ." She spread her hands, "What's the problem?"

"The problem is he didn't deserve to fuck me!" she exclaimed in exasperation.

"So, you tell him that while you're fucking him, threaten to take it away if he..."

"That is not how it works!" she slapped the table again, "That's the problem with these damn tapes, you're all succumbing to..."

"We're all succumbing?" Victoria raised her eyebrows, "You're saying your sisters in the Circle are giving in to..."

"Yes! Look at my tape Felicia!" Mercedes was straining to keep her voice low and reign in her anger, "I played it straight and had him ready to beg for any release I would give him. Left to my devices I would have gotten him off with my hand or feet, perhaps even a tit fuck, but no, the rules," she sneered the word, "Say I have to let him fuck me. I..."

She paused as the waiter came over with two more drinks even though Mercedes was still close to full, "These are from the bartender, he..."

"Tell him he can still fuck a turkey and to leave us the hell alone." Mercedes snapped at him.

"I..."

"Hold on." Victoria, put her hand up, as she dug in her purse.

Pulling out her wallet she handed him a fifty dollar bill. 

"I apologize for my friend, she has had a very trying day and not herself, this is for your trouble and tell the bartender, thank you very much."

"Thank you Miss Redding," the waiter said with a slight bow then without a glance at Mercedes walked away.

"What is wrong with you?" Victoria demanded, "Mercedes that was beyond rude, are you really that upset about this?"

"As I was saying," she continued, ignoring Victoria's question. "The rules say I have to fuck him, so I have to switch gears and he loses all respect and turns back into a cocky punk, and why shouldn't he? He was going to get what he wanted. So I still planned on playing along, as you said how long could it last? Then he became arrogant and I decided to give him what he deserved and that was certainly not my pussy."

"So you're saying you don't let them fuck you because they feel they got the better of you?" Victoria asked, "Is that it?"

"Yes."

Leaning across the table, Victoria said softly, "Who the fuck cares?"

"What?"

"You heard me, who cares?" Victoria's voice was strained as if it were now she trying not to let her anger get the better of her. "So this kid thinks you just had to have him. You know otherwise. On top of that you know that Mr. Stud is going to be watched by the group and every one of his whimpers are going to be mocked and laughed at. Everyone at that table knows why you let him fuck you, so why does it..."

"It matters!" Mercedes spoke through her teeth to avoid yelling, "No way will I let a man walk away thinking, oh, yeah I fucked her, she needed it she..."

"Are you serious?" Victoria asked, "Mercedes you should know just as all of us, including the men in the group that just because a man's inside us does not mean they are in control."

"They think it does."

"No, not all the time and again," she shrugged, "For the purpose of the videos let them."

"That's submitting, since when are we submissive?"

"Are you telling me that I'm submitting?" Victoria asked, her eyes wide "Are you saying our own Mistress is submitting?"

"Maybe not submitting, but selling out for..."

"Selling...?" Victoria's eyes flared, but she paused to take a breath before continuing, "I've had enough of this bullshit Mercedes. When I and the other ladies allow our pets to fuck us we are very much in control."

"Perhaps you feel..."

Victoria stopped her with a raised finger and went on, "I decide when they are going to fuck me, for how long and in what position. I can let them keep going or I can take it away. I can use my pussy to tease them the same way I can my mouth or hand. You've seen my videos my lady. These boys are whimpering and begging as they're fucking me! They're pleading for me to let them cum, to please not stop them again. I, not them, am in control."

Sitting back in her chair, she crossed her arms and asked, "Do you dispute that fact Mercedes? Do you want to continue this ridiculous debate?"

"Point taken, my sister." Mercedes said softly, "But why do we need to? I..."

"Need to?" Victoria rolled her eyes, "First of all it's the damn rule, second of all it's not about need to as wanting to." 

Leaning forward again, Victoria looked around and Mercedes followed her gaze. Now that it was after one a fair amount of the crowd had dispersed and those remaining seemed to have lost interest in them. She looked back to see Victoria had slid her chair over so she was closer to her. Putting her hand on her shoulder, she began speaking quietly.

"Mercedes when I am controlling these men, it gets me hot, to hear them whimper to hold their trembling cocks in my hand or between my lips, to know they are at my mercy drives me wild. By the time I have them sufficiently broken I am dying to get fucked. Yes, they are getting pleasure out of it, but pleasure I control and I am getting what I need. All the other ladies feel the same way, believe it or not my lady, we enjoy being fucked."

"Well I don't!" Mercedes declared, slipping her arm out from beneath Victoria's hand. "At least not when I am made to perform like a..." she stopped before she said prostitute. Her conversation with Roger had opened up a lot of painful memories. 

"Like what? A woman?" Victoria asked.

"Like a trick pony. I do not share your enjoyment of sex and my reasons are my own. Because of that I do not see the need for me to engage in it to give a cheap thrill to people who should be beyond that."

"No one is above the rules Mercedes and you used to do it, maybe never as enthusiastically as some of us, but you did."

"I said I am getting tired of games and have nothing to prove."

"Mercedes we cannot make exceptions."

"Yes you can!" she snapped, finally losing her temper. "I am an elite member of the Circle! Not just ours, but the entire group! My club has serviced every current member nationwide. I have flown my subs to other cities as gifts to masters and Mistresses alike. For the last three conferences Persephone has asked me to provide my best people as entertainment, including a young lady for her."

"I'm not saying we question your place at the table, my lady." 

"Every man and woman that work in the club have been handpicked and trained by me personally. They are the best money can buy and I provide them freely as gifts to my brothers and sisters. I am highly regarded and have given the Eastern Circle a strong reputation. Yet apparently that means nothing and I am not allowed even a partial concession to a rule that flies in the face of what I am."

"You're a woman and part of being a woman is enjoying..."

"I enjoy at my leisure, not others." She retorted, "And it is not all about sex, I have several clients who pay me to put them in their place. Many times I leave them unsatisfied and that is part of the game. The Circle has taken true mastery and turned us into porn stars."

"Oh, knock it off." Victoria started to laugh, but stopped when Mercedes glared at her.

"I will not make another video, my mistress can play that one and it will be..."

"Scarlett, not you, runs the Circle Mercedes and she sent me to tell you that you will indeed do what you need to or..."

"Or I am to be punished correct?" Mercedes asked.

"Yes and..."

"You don't need to continue." Mercedes waved her hand disgustedly. "I know Scarlett and how she does things. If I do not obey then at the next meeting my entertainment will be a live performance where I will be forced to bend over the table or lie on my back and let one of the men fuck me." She snorted derisively, "Am I right?"

"It may..."

"And I can hear Scarlett now, 'and if you don't look like you're enjoying the privilege of your brother's cock, then you will fuck the next one then the next one and we will continue until you show how much they are pleasing you, in fact maybe you would like it in the ass more than the pussy?" she laughed without humor, "Won't the group enjoy that?"

"Mercedes, what's wrong? It has to be more than this." Victoria said quietly. "If there's a problem I can go to Scarlett and discuss it, but I need to have a reason."

Mercedes sat back and staring down at the table, again had the urge to tell Victoria the truth. They'd been friends for years and fact was Victoria as well as the rest of the group was more of a family to her than the one that had disowned her for...unbidden an image leaped into her mind. She was in a back room kneeling between two men who were sitting on the couch. She was holding both their cocks and sucking first one then the other. The door had opened and...

"My reasons are my own." She said.

Her words had come out in a hoarse whisper as her emotions began getting the better of her. Victoria looked closely at her and seemed to be wavering. She then turned her head and took a deep breath, when she again faced Mercedes she said,

"My lady if you will not explain why you can't do this, then you will do it or..." she nodded, "Be placed at the mercy of Scarlett and you're correct about the punishment. Our enforcer Lovecraft will be the first to take you and he will be instructed to not be gentle."

"What have you done for me lately, is that it my lady? I could be allowed to be different in my videos as a concession for my good work, yet instead I am to be taken like a common whore by a man who is supposed to be a brother to me?"

"You have punished others when instructed to do so Mercedes." Victoria smirked, "And had no issue doing so if I recall. Fair is fair my lady." She sighed, "Now what will I be telling our Mistress, is she to expect a better performance from you or will it be a live one?"

"Fair" Mercedes repeated, placing her hands on the table in front of her. As she did, she hit her phone and it lit up, displaying the picture of Jennifer. Her inability to see her niece had been the result of her doing what she had felt she had no choice but to do. 

Today things were far different and Mercedes had more than enough money to ensure she no longer had to do anything she didn't choose to. Picking up the phone and looking into Jennifer's smiling face she felt the tears she'd fought back before overwhelm her and begin to flow down her face, "There is no such thing as fair." She whispered.

*****

Mercedes sat in the corner of the booth and stared down at the cup of tea the waiter had just left for her. She felt like a complete fool losing control in front of Victoria. She picked up the tea and after taking a sip looked around the restaurant. As soon as she'd begun crying, Victoria had come over to her side of the table and put her arm around her.

They'd remained like that for a couple of minutes, neither saying a word. Mercedes because she was afraid she'd start sobbing like an idiot. On Victoria's end she seemed to sense Mercedes was already embarrassed enough and didn't push the issue, just sat there silently, gently rubbing her back. 

Mercedes appreciated the silence and when she'd managed to push back the tears, said quietly, "Thank you, Felicia, but I don't need to be coddled like a child." 

"Not a child, but a sister." Victoria replied softly in her ear. "Being high lady is not just about rules and games, but being a big sister to the Ladies of my group and I'm getting the feeling the most stubborn of my little sisters needs me."

"I...don't need to tell anyone of my baggage."

"Just you saying that is the first hint I've gotten that you have any, my lady" Victoria laughed, "You, my dear have been a closed book since day one."

"You mean Loki doesn't have my biography already written?" Mercedes asked, picking up a napkin and dabbing at her eyes.

"We only discover what we need to in the beginning and that is criminal record and some basics information, if we don't need to know, than we don't know." 

"Then we shall keep it..."

"No," Victoria told her, "You and I are going to speak of what is bothering you my sister, I think it will be good for you and maybe it will make me understand your issue with the rules as obviously something about that set you off."

"I'm fine Felicia," Mercedes protested, "I..."

"Will wait here for a minute." 

Before she could reply, Victoria had slipped her arm from around her and left the table, heading for the entrance to the restaurant. Mercedes had looked around and saw several people look away. Feeling like even more of a fool she thought about just getting up and leaving, but knew Victoria would just hunt her down. 

A moment later, Victoria had returned and told her she had secured a booth in the back of the restaurant where they could speak much more privately. Feeling like a child being brought into the living room for a discussion with her parents, Mercedes reluctantly rose and followed her through the restaurant. 

They passed Jack on the way through the entrance and out of the corner of her eye, Mercedes saw him staring at her. The look he was giving her was not the contemptuous one she deserved from him at this point, but he looked as if he was trying not to say anything to her. 

Mercedes turned her attention to the customers within the restaurant who were all turning their heads as Victoria passed them. She doubted everyone knew who she was, but just her beauty alone made it impossible for her not to be noticed. 

Unlike her arrival however, Victoria didn't acknowledge the attention and followed a man in an Armani suit Mercedes assumed was the manager to a booth in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Once she'd been seated, Victoria told her she was going to make a quick call to rearrange her schedule for the afternoon and wandered off. The tea had come a moment later and now she sat there, sipping at it and wondering if she really wanted to go down this path.

Mercedes never discussed Tonya Cooper. To her, Tonya ceased to exist the day she had begun her training as a dominatrix. Tonya was a determined young girl who decided as a child she would not spend her life rotting in a backwoods town. Determined enough to get into a major college and once there, willing to do anything she needed to stay. Those decisions had cost her family and led to the birth of the Mistress Mercedes, who she felt she had now truly become. 

Victoria, nor anyone for that matter, needed to know that. On the other hand it might help ease her pain and she had complete faith in Victoria not to repeat anything. It could also help her with the ridiculous video rule within the group. Perhaps if Victoria understood everything she could speak to Scarlett on her behalf. If she couldn't, then perhaps it would be time to consider leaving because there was no way in hell The Lady Mercedes would allow herself to be taken like a common whore.

"Sorry. that took longer than I thought."

Mercedes looked up to see Victoria slide into the booth across from her.

"Busy my lady?"

"Always." She smiled, "But this is big! Big Apple fashion magazine is about to go under and I'm trying to acquire it."

"You want to own a magazine?"

"I do." She laughed and tossing her hair and widening her blue eyes she said in a little girl voice, "I want everyone to know I'm not just a pretty face!"

"No, you have a nice body as well." Mercedes told her, "So when do..."

"Nice try, but you're not getting off the hook my sister, what's wrong?"

"It's a long story."

"I cleared my afternoon." Victoria pointed at her, "Try again."

When she didn't answer right away, Victoria asked, "So who's the little cutie on your cell phone?"

Mercedes looked down at the phone, "She's my niece, her names Jennifer."

"I didn't know you had a niece." Victoria said, "I didn't even know you had siblings."

"Because for all intensive purposes I no longer have a family, but by blood I have a twin brother named Roger I haven't seen in over a decade. If I didn't grow up with his wife I would never have known about Jennifer."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Victoria frowned, "So do you visit when he's not around?"

"He's always around. He's an unemployed deadbeat with no desire to go to the next block never mind travel."

"So you..."

"I have never seen her in person." Mercedes picked up the phone and stared at the picture, "I...Michelle used to put her on the phone with me when she was a baby, but today said she can't do that anymore because she'll let it slip to her father. That's why I was upset; I made the mistake of calling just before you arrived."




Mercedes Bends



"That's bullshit Mercedes!"

"It is what it is."

"No, we have a group in New Orleans, something can be done we..."

She stopped as Mercedes shook her head.

"Not an option, if I force that upon them they will poison her against me, most likely that is happening as we speak. I...my brother was home and took the phone from his wife. We argued as always and...I have no idea if I'll even be able to talk to my friend again never mind Jennifer."

"Pardon me for saying this, but your brother is a piece of work."

"He's worse than that; he thinks he's a man of god."

"Zealot." Victoria nodded. "The worst kind of ignorant."

Mercedes put her phone in her purse so she wouldn't keep looking at it and sat silently. In front of her Victoria was toying with a napkin appearing to be lost in thought. Looking back up at her she said, "That's a tough situation Mercedes and I'm sorry you have been dealing with it, but may I ask what this has to do with our discussion? I mean other than being upset in general?"

"It's all connected in a sense." She told her. "Victoria, I run a sex club and a very profitable one at that. It is not unreasonable to say I owe everything I have to sex and men and women's desire for it. But on the other side, the side that only I know, sex is also the reason I lost all that once was dear to me, including to some extent a big part of myself."

"Many in the group are not close to their families, our lifestyles and personas are not conducive to being close to people and even family can't understand the...shall we say tastes some of us have developed."

"My situation is beyond that. Simply put Felicia..."

"Victoria, please I'm just your friend right now Mercedes and before you go further know this does not leave us."

"I appreciate that," she bowed her head slightly, "My point is that for certain reasons I no longer enjoy sex, at least sex that I feel is thrust upon me."

"But the videos are for fun Mercedes we're supposed to enjoy them."

"I do not and I have reached a point where if Scarlett is going to hold me to this, she can seek out my replacement."

"I don't think it needs to come to that." Victoria put her hands out, "Why don't you tell me the story? You seem to want to. As I said, with a legitimate reason, I can come up with something."

"I suppose I owe you as much, you've always been good to me Victoria and you were one of the reasons I joined the Circle in the first place, but understand it's not my story."

"What do you mean?" Victoria looked confused.

"Well the latter part is, but the beginning is not the story of Mercedes, but a poor, but ambitious teenager named Tonya Cooper."

*****

"I was born and raised in ever so promising Bridge City Louisiana." Mercedes began. "Right from the start I didn't fit in because well..." she shrugged. "My parents were expecting twin boys, but guess they didn't look too closely at the sonogram and got a little girl in the deal."

"My father was never close to me; I think he regretted I wasn't a boy and he was..." she sighed, "A zealot and want to be preacher like my brother is now. My father believed that women more so than men, were sinners because Eve was the one who caused Adam to sin."

"What?" Victoria asked in disbelief, "You were born in this century right?"

"Bridge City may not have gotten the memo yet." Mercedes replied disgustedly. "Women were certainly second class citizens. Roger went with my father all the time and I stayed with mom and baked and cleaned the house and..."

"Wait, you bake?" Victoria laughed, "That's..." she froze when Mercedes gave her a hard stare. 

"Sorry." Victoria said, but couldn't cover the small smile still playing about her lips.

"There was one member of my mother's family who left Bridge City. Her oldest sister Mary who married a police officer and moved with him when he got a job in Baton Rouge, everyone else just stayed. They went to school and from high school got a job, married someone local and kept wallowing in the same poverty and dead end life generations of their family had."

"Mary came to visit and spent a lot of time with me. She had gotten out and seen the opportunities for a smart young woman like myself and wanted to help me. Behind my parents back she helped me fill out applications for scholarships and under the pretense of taking me to visit her, took me to several colleges."

"Your parents didn't want you to go to school?" 

"My mother felt a woman's place was at home and my father felt a woman's place was somewhere beneath the shit on his shoe. Roger had no interest in college and my father point blank told me that if his boy couldn't go, there was no way his daughter would, just think of the disgrace."

"I..." Victoria searched for the words,

"You can't comprehend," Mercedes finished for her, "And don't try to, you have to be from there to understand it. Just know that was how he felt."

"Incredible that still exists."

"I didn't help my cause any. The first time Mary had spoken to me about being able to do more for myself I was twelve and from that point on I taught myself to speak without my tell tale bumpkin drawl. If I spoke slowly enough I could do it and at one point a member of the church approached my father and asked if I was special needs."

"I was going to say, I always thought you were from the east coast the way you speak."

"If I get angry enough it comes out."

"Can I hear..."

"Absolutely not." Mercedes snapped.

"Lighten up Mercedes, it could be funny some time that's all. "

"There is nothing funny about your father beating you until you spoke proper as he called it. It cost me whippings that would put anything you've done in the Circle to shame, to lose that accent."

"I'm so sorry Mercedes." she reached out and put her hand over hers.

"I don't want your pity Victoria, you asked for this story and you're getting it."

"Careful what you wish for right?"

"I got to a point where I would speak with my accent because whenever he beat me I had to stay home from school because of the marks. I was afraid if I lost too much time my grades would suffer so I pretended I was obeying him, In the meantime every night I would sit out under a tree in the back yard and read out loud from library books and practice not using it."

"Meanwhile Roger could do no wrong and was starting to spout out scripture and chauvinism just like all the cavemen before him. He began dating my best friend Michelle and I discovered through her, he was quite free with his hands. I kicked his ass one day for it and received a beating that sent me to the hospital from my father. There was never an investigation, because around there a disrespectful woman got what they deserved."

"Zealots and women beaters. Note to self, never send Lovecraft down there" Victoria muttered. 

"I think it's safe to say you can assume there was also a lot of racism in Bridge City. The blacks and whites were not officially segregated, but it was not far from it. Because of the stellar examples of manhood living with me I had no interest in men." 

"That upset my father because to him my sole purpose in life was to get married and give him some grandsons. He fixed me up several times with sons of his friends, several of which seemed to be point blank looking for me to just give up my cherry." She grunted disgustedly. "When I wouldn't I would get classy comments like, "Well, can you just suck it?"

"That is not limited to the rural south." Victoria pointed out to her.

"True. The point here is all of them were the sons of the outstanding members of my father's church. The minister's son referred to me as a stuck up cunt when I wouldn't put out then spread a rumor I was a whore. You know what that got me."

"I don't want to." Victoria said softly.

"In the meantime there was a very sweet young man whom I did like. His name was Robert and he played football and his father owned the hardware store. They were one of the few families that had a little bit of money. The problem was, Robert was white. My brother caught us kissing behind the store and ran to my father."

"Two nights later Robert was jumped by several of my brother's friends and put in the hospital. I was beaten as well and was accused of being a black whore who wanted to be used by white men. After that I never bothered to leave the house, the good thing is since they all thought I'd fucked a white boy, my father stopped trying to get me knocked up by his friends kids."

"I'm seeing where your high opinion of men stems from."

"Well senior year comes around and I get accepted to LSU. I'm thrilled and make the mistake of telling my mother. The family gets together and I'm told I'm not going. I was distraught and late that night called my aunt Mary who said not to worry about it. She said to accept the offer, never bring it up again to my parents and she would call me. Two weeks before the fall semester started she called me and told me to go the post office where they had a package for me. It contained a bus ticket to Baton Rouge and two hundred dollars in cash. A week later, I packed two suitcases and left."

"Did they try to come get you?" Victoria asked,

"Nope, well not right away, but I'll get there. When I got settled onto campus I sent them a letter saying I was okay. I never got a response and called them. My father told me I'd chosen to turn my back on my family so he was turning his back to me."

"No great loss there."

"I was upset, but at the same time, "She smiled at the memory. "It was so amazing, Victoria! The city and all the other students and everyone spoke to me as an equal and my color didn't mean a damn thing. I was out in the real world and it was better than I thought! And the boys?" she laughed, "I was a pretty girl and was getting asked out quite often. I went on a lot of dates and had a good time, but still wouldn't sleep with them."

"Why not?" 

"Honestly, I was a little shy. I was a country girl whether I would admit it or not and was afraid of being used. I was also deathly afraid of getting pregnant and losing my chance at an education. But I was having fun and doing well in school, but then a problem arose."

"I had a feeling something would."

"My scholarship covered a lot of things, but the grant it went through ran into money trouble. My tuition was still paid, but I could no longer live on campus unless I could afford to pay for part of school. I was able to find an apartment with another girl and had a job at a coffee shop, but the rent was more than we could handle. More hours would take away from school and..." she shrugged, "I ended up behind on the rent and was a week away from being thrown out. My aunt Mary had taken ill with Cancer and it's not like I could call back home."

"I think I know where this is going."

"And you would be right. A friend knew the situation I was in and told me she worked for an escort service. The company paid you by the hour to go out with a man for the evening, but she said the real money was made afterwards. I was nervous, but desperate. I had nowhere else I could go and would be damned if I would let anything stop my education."

"You know Mercedes, like I said, I get the picture I don't need all the details."

"But you do, if you want to understand me. "

"Then go ahead I just don't want you to get upset."

"Too late. So I agree to a date and it's a man maybe in his forties. He's white, successful, not unattractive. We go to dinner then to a club for some dancing. After that he tells me he'd like me to go back to his hotel. I tell him no thank you and he says don't worry he'll make it worth my while and shows me a hundred dollar bill. I say no again then again. Finally he takes out a money clip and counts out five hundred dollars. He says he doesn't usually go that high, but has a thing for black girls."

"So you took it?"

"Victoria, I am not lying when I say until that point I had never seen five hundred dollars in some one's hand. I went back to his place, but I..." she grunted. "I was still a virgin. I was almost nineteen and the most I'd ever done was let a kid get his hand under my shirt. He asks me to undress and I...my fingers were shaking the entire time. He didn't say anything, but he was smiling. I think my being nervousness was turning him on."

"He sits on the bed and takes his cock out and asks me to come over and show him what my pretty lips could do. I...had no idea what I was doing. I'd seen a porno once in the dorm and took it in my mouth and just," she shrugged. "Moved my head around. I guess I didn't do too badly because the next thing I know he's cumming in my mouth. I hadn't expected it and it was nasty. I tried to swallow it, but gagged and spit a lot of it out. I started telling him I was sorry and he told me it was fine, he liked my innocence."

"I bet he did."

"He asked me to sit back on the couch and he went down on me. I was trembling, but he...it didn't feel bad and I'd never had anyone do that and I came for him. Then he asked me to stand up and..." she paused then finished in a subdued tone. "I lost my virginity bent over a couch. He wasn't all that rough, but he was big and it was my first time and it hurt and I was so ashamed. All I could hear was my father calling me a whore and he was right."

"If he'd been a real father he would have been helping you." Victoria pointed out disgustedly.

"After that I swore I wouldn't so it again, but I not only paid the rent, but I got some new clothes." She shook her head. "I hadn't mentioned that the only thing about school was I did get made fun of by the other girls for my clothes. I really didn't have a lot of nice things and had no clue how to dress. So the clothes made me feel better about things. The agency called again and I...I said okay."

"I went through with it again and this time the guy was a little less patient and very demeaning. He made me blow him twice because I'd done such a shitty job the first time. I stayed and did it and when he fucked me it was doggy and rough. I was sore for two days after that. They called again and well let's just say I never said no. The money was not only paying the bills. But I was buying nice things, better than I'd ever had and was even putting money in the bank."

"Can I ask if, you know since you'd broken the ice so to speak, you were sleeping with guys for fun?"

"I fooled around with a couple of guys who asked me out, but...I never really got into it. I just kept seeing it as I was just doing a job. And speaking of the job I was doing a couple a week at that point and letting them do what they wanted. One paid me two hundred extra to fuck me in the ass. The way I was raised that was of course disgusting, but I was close to being able to buy a car so I let him. It hurt like hell and I could tell he loved hearing me squeal."

"But you can imagine how it went. It got easier and easier. I started to play along with them, flirt at dinner, rub up on them if we went dancing and make them feel like I desired them. Faked orgasms and gave them a good time. I started getting regulars and that wasn't as bad as I got to know them. But a lot were from out of town so I had to keep taking new clients. By then I'd learned to detach myself and there were times I would be sucking cock while thinking about my term paper."

"You never got into it?"

"No, it was a job. I fucked the way my mother would vacuum the floor, just something that needed to be done. So I'm starting to become in higher demand and making more per night. Things were going well at school and I now had a decent car, a nice wardrobe and I justified what I was doing. All in all life wasn't so bad. Then Roger shows up."

"To take you back?" Victoria asked.

"Yes, but that wasn't why he was supposed to be there. A friend of his from school who had gotten a job in Baton Rouge was getting married and invited Roger and some friends up for the wedding. They were staying with him and Roger would be in town a few days. He told me my parents didn't know he was seeing me and it was him asking me to come back, telling me I didn't belong there."

"So a fun visit I take it."

"Honestly Victoria he seemed jealous. I had my own apartment, well with a roommate, but still. I had a car and things that belonged to me that I had paid for. He kept looking around like he couldn't believe it. I told him he should try to stay in town, see if his friend could get him a job, told him there was so much more there for him."

"He got haughty and started telling me there I was being too good for my family, started being a tool and mocking the way I spoke and how I dressed like a slut asked if I was selling it. That was a hard one to ignore, but I just told him to leave me alone."

"A couple of nights later the agency calls and asks if I can do a bachelor party. One of the girls who were supposed to go was sick. I didn't like doing those, but they told me how much it paid and added there would a lot of, shall we say, opportunity there. So I decided to go."

"It was a large party and pretty wild. There were older men there as well and they had money and I...I ended up in the back room with two of them. They were offering me several hundred dollars to let them both take me. I had never done that, but said I would. After all who was I to have standards at that point? I got down in front of them and sucked them both hard. They started degrading me, calling me a good little black whore. I should have left, but didn't."

"When they were ready I got on my knees and let one take me from behind while I sucked the other. I guess they didn't lock the door and it opened and...my brother walked in. It was his friend's bachelor party."

"Jesus." Victoria exhaled loudly.

"For all the ill will I harbor my brother, I still feel for him in that moment. Coming into that room and there's his twin sister between two men like a pig on a spit; a cock in each end of her. He...he just stared and almost fell backwards out of the room closing the door behind him. I sat up, thinking I would follow him, but one of the Johns asked where I was going and I...I stayed."

"You what?"

"What was I going to say to Roger even if I caught up with him? So I let them continue. They'd paid a lot and I let them have whatever they wanted. They took turns lying on their backs with me riding one, while the other fucked my ass. The entire time I was between them, my pussy sore and my ass burning, I was trying not to cry. They saw I was upset, but assumed it was because of them and they got off on it, started calling me names. I...I didn't even care at that point."

Mercedes stopped and looked down at her hands around the tea cup, they were trembling. She took a deep breath and went on. "At the end they whipped their cocks out and both of them came all over my face. While I remained on my knees they got dressed and on the way out one of them threw another fifty at me for being a good little coon as he put it."

"That's in the past my lady," Victoria reached out and put her hand on her arm. "That will never happen to you again. I..."

"Really? Then why am I being told to fuck someone? But we'll come back to that because it did happen again and recently."

"When?" Victoria demanded "And who? I can assure you..."

"Oh, we'll get there." Mercedes nodded.

As she'd told that last part of story she'd recalled the last time she had been degraded like that and not only was it causing anger to replace her sorrow, but she was going to be putting Victoria on the spot very shortly. Even when she was not at her best, The Lady Mercedes could manipulate with the best of them.

"Uh..okay. For now I take it that your brother..."

"Roger couldn't call home fast enough. By the time I'd gotten home my roommate had told me my father had called. I didn't call back right away, I couldn't. I showered, trying to wash away my shame and tell myself I was just doing what I had too. Fact was Victoria I didn't have too. I didn't need their money that bad, I had regulars that were decent to me. But I was caught up in having more than I'd ever had."




Mercedes Bends



" For the first time in my life I didn't feel as if I were poor. I made as much as I could because I was afraid somehow I might lose it. But while I was doing so good old shy Tonya was being replaced by her new persona"

"What do you mean?"

"You think I gave those men my real name? I told them my name was Mercedes." She laughed derisively. "I told them I was like the car, black, sleek and one hell of a ride. Mercedes was the one calling the shots, and Tonya was about to pay the price. I planned on calling my father the next morning, but the phone rang at one am and it was him."

"You can imagine the conversation. How could I do that to my mother, how could I shame him like that? I guess one of Roger's friends found out and called back home, the entire town knew hours after Roger had seen me. My father said I had destroyed his reputation. That everyone knew his daughter was a big city prostitute. He told me I was dead to him. Not to be outdone Roger called me later to say the same thing."

"That's a hard story my lady." Victoria told her. "I'm sorry it turned out so poorly for you."

"Did it?" she shrugged "Depends how you see it I suppose. If Roger had not seen me I might have eventually stopped whoring, but with that over and done with I started doing it more frequently, I figured what the hell, if I was going to be a slut, be a successful one right?"

"You weren't a..."

"True, sluts give it away. I was a whore, I forgot. But then something happened that changed my new found career and my life as well. The woman who ran the agency, my pimp for lack of a better word, called me with a special request. It seemed she had a high paying client from the west coast who was in to being demeaned, specifically by black women. She had a woman who took care of men with those types of tastes, who referred to herself as a dominatrix. Well she had to leave town for a family emergency and I was her next best girl that fit his tastes."

"I told her I have no idea what to do and she laughed and said, 'just tease him and treat him like shit. Don't let him fuck you until the very end and keep taking it away from him. I wasn't sure I would be able to do it, but when she told me it was a thousand dollars I agreed. I met him at the hotel and wasn't sure how to start, but he led me a long a little asking my permission to kiss my cheek, asking if could have the privilege of worshipping my feet."

"A true submissive." Victoria nodded, "Many wealthy powerful men have that trait, they..."

"You're preaching to the choir my lady;" Mercedes allowed herself a small smile, "Who do you think pays the bills at the club?"

"Sorry, I'll stop talking just to talk." Victoria sighed.

"While I sat back and watched him lick and suck my toes I...I began to become aroused. With the exception of my first time I had never cum, nor had I wanted to in any of my other sessions, but the way he was doing it, the way he was looking up at me had me worked up."

"Remembering what I was told I said he was doing a lousy job and to keep going. I made him stop and strip for me, I noticed he was only semi-hard and insulted the size of his cock and told him he should be hard for me," she smirked, "Told him maybe I should leave."

"He starts begging for another try and I let him. Then I demanded him to lick my pussy. I came harder than I ever had before. I tied his hands and using my mouth teased him for over a half hour, he was whimpering, practically crying and that tone..."

"I know that tone." Victoria whispered, her eyes bright, "I live for that tone."

"Well that was the first time I'd heard it and I loved it. I got him off with my mouth then made him start again at my feet. I made him lick me again, but this time from behind and tongue my ass."

"I love a good rimjob." Victoria breathed.

"That's obvious from your videos." Mercedes grunted. "I gave him exactly what he wanted. I did well enough she gave me a similar client except this one really wanted to be degraded and he had left a crop on the bed for me to use. I didn't think I could do it, but as I looked at him I started thinking about my earlier experiences as well as what I felt pushed me to do it."

" I got angry and took it out on him. I whipped the shit out of him all the while telling him how pathetic he was, that he had to pay women to fuck him, that he was a worthless dog that I wouldn't even let fuck me even though he was paying. I made him jerk off on my feet then suck off every drop." She shook her head, "The second we were done, he was asking when I would be available next."

"A star was born!" Victoria exclaimed and despite herself, Mercedes laughed.

"You're right. When the other woman came back she was told to take me under her wing and train me. Her real name I never new, but she went by Katrina and she was as vicious as any woman I have ever seen in the Circle, possibly even Persephone and like our high mistress Katrina preferred the company of women. She had told me it had been three years since she had a let a john fuck her and it had cost the last one ten thousand dollars for the pleasure."

"She must have been a hell of a teacher my lady, because there's many in the Circle who believe you're as hardcore as they come." She paused then asked, "Any interest in women Mercedes?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Well..." she shrugged, "Many women with your negative experience find women more enjoyable. So I thought..."

"Thought," she smirked, "Or hoped?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Victoria demanded

"If it means nothing to you, then it means nothing to me," She smiled as her high lady frowned, she'd had suspicions about Victoria's sexuality for awhile now and felt by her defensive reaction she'd just confirmed those suspicions.

"But you're correct," she continued as Victoria sat back with a sour look on her face as she realized she may have just given herself away. "Katrina taught me the ropes and also made note of my angst towards men and taught me to channel it, to use it to be able to be as harsh as necessary, but also what lines to never cross. Within months I was in as high demand as she was. At that point I was approached by a woman who ran a bordello in New Orleans who offered me a staggering amount of money to come work there."

"If I recall you went didn't you?"

"Eventually. The money was tempting, more than I would make at any job upon graduation. But I was a year away from my degree and wanted to graduate. After all the desire to better myself is what led me to enter prostitution in the first place. Upon my graduation, which out of my family only my aunt Mary attended, I traveled to New Orleans and began working for her." 

She frowned, "That's when I realized that I was not being forced to do this anymore, it was my choice. I think if I had stayed just a hooker, I would have turned to the world of business, but I...I couldn't get enough of the control being a Mistress provided me."

"I'm sure it was more profitable."

"By far I came there highly regarded and only increased my reputation once there. I was twenty two and getting a thousand dollars per session. I worked there for four years when a man that had come to me once a week for a month made me a very interesting offer. His name was Peter Williams and he'd made a lot of money in the porn industry directing what he called vanilla stroke."

"His fetishes however, ran much darker and he, along with a business partner named Monty, had decided to open a fetish club in New York City. Monty was handling all the business and red tape aspects and Peter was in charge of the entertainment. He was a true submissive and was looking for the best Mistress money could buy to train the staff. He was adamant that he wanted The Velvet Rope to be the real deal and not full of posers."

Mercedes picked up her lukewarm tea and finished it, she was feeling much more relaxed right now. Telling her story had eased some of the pain of her conversation with her brother and just as importantly she had inadvertently stumbled on her out with her video. She remained silent, watching Victoria stare down at the table her eyes lost in thought. Mercedes wondered if she was beginning to see where this was going. 

Victoria was no fool and would be racking her brain to try to figure out when Mercedes had been mistreated. The answer was obvious, but many times they were the answers that were overlooked. She had no doubt her high lady was also stewing over the fact she may have given something away about herself. Deciding she'd let her think long enough, Mercedes picked up her story,

"The offer was a large salary and a huge bonus if I could train a staff of a dozen men and women within the six months before they opened. I was also given the incentive that I could keep all the money I charged for any of my own sessions. I'd spent my entire life in the south and between being curious about life in a city like New York and a lucrative opportunity; I accepted and moved to New York."

"I accomplished what he wanted and the club opened and did very well. On the surface it was just a theme club with some demonstrations, but in the back rooms, it was no limits and there was plenty of sex to be had for a price. The club dodged the cops through Peter's partner's connections and also under the guise that what went on in the backroom was about humiliation not sex. The law states no intercourse or oral sex, they say nothing about bondage and hot wax, so we were able to get away with a lot."

"During my time there Peter, who started as my client, began spending more and more time with me and eventually it hit me that he had more than a little affection for me."

"He was falling for you?"

"Understand we spent a lot of time together and most non sexual. I taught him my trade, he taught me the business. I also had an MBA and he did not trust Monty so he allowed me to start looking into the books and other details. I saw an opportunity and admittedly began to play into his feelings for me. We began having sex that was not about control, in fact many nights Peter was quite sweet to me."

"You made love to him?" She clapped her hands, "First baking; now romance, my lady this has been a most informative conversation!"

"That it has." Mercedes answered coolly, "On my end as well." That wiped the smile from Victoria's face and with a satisfied nod, she went on.

"If you need to know, yes there were times it was like that. He never told me he loved me, and even if he did I would have not been so cruel as to lie to him. However, I had more than little affection towards him; it was the closest thing in my life to a relationship, still is. I knew it meant more to him when he started getting upset when I would take a client, but I assured him there no longer any sex, just training."

She shrugged, "That was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. As we grew closer he went against Monty's wishes and put me in charge of all club operations; everything from payroll to ordering food and liquor."

"I ran the club for the next two years and except for some brushes with the law that Monty's connections took care of, all was well. Then something both bad, but for me, ultimately good, happened. One night I woke up to find Peter wasn't in bed."

"You were living together?"

"Yes, in fact in the same suite I stay in now at the club. He had a penthouse in Manhattan, but most nights we stayed there. Anyway I found him in the living room and he said he didn't feel well and as going to watch a movie. Just before I went back to bed he gave me kiss and a hug and told me how happy I made him and he would always take care of me. I thought it was odd, but Peter drank more than his share and would occasionally get a little emotional. "

"I went back to bed and the next morning he wasn't next to me. I found him on the couch; he'd suffered a heart attack during the night."

"I'm sorry" Victoria said, "That must have been hard."

"It was harder than I'd thought. Peter was the only man in my life who'd been decent to me and I realized I did have more feelings for him than I'd thought. At the funeral I met his daughter, who for the record was probably only a couple of years older than me. I expected some shit, but she was very affable."

"She said Peter talked about me quite often and she was glad he was happy. She then told me her father had a history of heart problems. The doctors had warned him to take care of himself, but aside from medication he did what he chose. He ate poorly, drank way too much and his sex life was..." she allowed herself a small smile, "He was living with a dominatrix half his age. He reminded me of our brother Lovecraft in the sense he said he would never abstain from anything, because life as too short he lived his life to the fullest and died happy."

"And you contributed to that happiness."

"I did. I had no regrets. A week later I found out what he meant about taking care of me. I received a call from his lawyer who asked me to come to his office. Peter's daughter was there as well. The lawyer informed us that Peter had left his penthouse and several other properties as well as most of his financial assets to his daughter. To me, he left a fair some of money, but most importantly, I now legally owned half the club."

"Monty was livid and offered to buy me out, but I refused. The two of us began fighting about everything and he was making the day to day operations of the club difficult. One night he told me he would have his connections stop protecting us and allow them to close the club due to prostitution and blame all of that on me, he was, after all, just a money man. He told me I had a week to sign off my half to him for a very small sum of money." 

She paused again and gave Victoria a big smile, "That was right about the same time a certain blonde model wandered into the club asking permission to do a photo shoot there."

Victoria smiled back at her and laughed, "If I remember you were not very happy to meet me."

"You were a stuck up bitch." Mercedes told her, "With quite an air of entitlement."

"Bad first impression."

"Nothing's changed my lady, I just know you better now."

"Thanks," Victoria rolled her eyes.

"Well although I was not impressed with your public persona, the Lady Felicia was impressed with me. Impressed enough to send a Dominatrix originally from Ireland named Morrigan to come and tell me about the Circle and invite me to join."

" I initially said no, I lived that lifestyle in public, had money and why did I need them? The fact I would have to submit myself to an initiation was the final reason to say no. I had been through enough shit at the hands of men. I would never submit again."

"Morrigan told me to please think about it and when I didn't call I was visited by Abigail Lefay herself from the notorious Black Flame."

"Persephone came to you?" Victoria's eyes widened, "I never knew that."

"As you said this is quite an enlightening conversation." Mercedes told her with a smug smile, "To say our High Mistress is impressive is an understatement, but I was adamant I would not submit to any man ever again. She asked me to look beyond the sex and think of the power and connections, surely there was something I needed the group could accomplish."

"The club." 

"Exactly. After Abigail left, I was approached by Monty who told me I had three days left to decide. I called Abigail and told her I would agree to join, but I needed help. She called back and gave me the address for a hotel in Manhattan where I would meet my initiator. If I went through with it and made it into the group, she would immediately tell the Mistress of our Circle to use their influence to back Monty off. So I agreed and..."

"Your initiation." Victoria said softly, "That's what you were..."

"Oh, yes my initiation." Mercedes sneered the word. "I was not just physically punished, but humiliated and degraded past the point of decency by your brother Mephisto"

"He's our..."

"He's your brother, I lay no claim to that rich piece of shit poser who's never worked for anything in his life including his membership to the Circle."

"Amado did what he had too Mercedes. The rule is the initiate is to be broken, no amount of physicality could accomplish that with you, he found your weakness and..."

"He referred to me as a trailer trash nigger many times amongst other colorful expressions. Made several slave jokes, I felt like I was the center of a Klan meeting."

"He apologized many times my lady."

"With great insincerity. But I let it go for the moment because Morrigan had assured me I would get a payback night the following year, said it was..." she smiled wickedly "A Rule."

Victoria looked away from her, but not before Mercedes could see she was pissed. The game was now going to swing to her favor. Victoria swallowed hard, then turning back to face her said quietly, "Touche, my sister."

"Well seeing I've gone this far, let me just finish by saying that two days after my disgraceful initiation, I was approached by Monty who had such a mysterious change of heart that not only was he not going to force me out, but told me he would sell his half of the club to me for the same paltry sum he had offered for my half."

" It seems the Circle's connections far outweighed his. That was six years ago and I have been an exemplary member ever since and now that we have reached the present, my dear high lady let us discuss the rules of this group."

"You didn't have this planned." Victoria told her, "There was no way you manipulated me into this."

"I'll admit you're right Felicia," she tapped the table, "Because we will be discussing the group now. See I have a habit of trying to bury what upsets me, had I not told you the story you wanted to hear I may not have equated the past with the present."

"Be careful what you wish for." Victoria said for the second time today.

"Yes, so let us discuss why it was okay to break a rule to not allow me my well earned payback against that scum, but I have to adhere to the rule of sex in the videos."

"Mercedes you know that I went to Scarlett on your behalf as did Lovecraft saying that it was wrong for you to be denied a payback. She said she felt there was too much ill will and you would cross the line."

"Like that motherfucker crossed the line?" She hissed. "Fucking me in the ass while telling me he thought that's how spooks like to get fucked?"

"I..." she tossed her hands in the air. "The initiation is about breaking in anyway needed to. I for one did not approve of his method and told him so."

"I'm sure he gave a shit."

"Lovecraft wanted to punish him, but was denied as well. Mercedes, there is nothing we could do. Scarlett knew after your video you would be too vicious in a payback."

"I'm sure a certain sniveling half breed Spaniard went crying to her along with his fellow playboy poser Orion, another weakling whose daddy bought them the world."

"So you want me to tell Scarlett that you refuse to obey because of her decision years ago?"

"I want fair treatment. If Mephisto can be let off the hook so can I. Or," she leveled her finger across the table, "You tell her that when I get my payback I will be more than happy to provide her with a video of her liking."

"I don't think Scarlett will respond well to an ultimatum." Victoria replied, "However, I see some room to maneuver here."

"I knew you would."

"Tell you what Mercedes, I'll tell Scarlett of your frustration. Then you turn in a video and I will get you your payback."

"There is no guarantee you can, she turned you down before. How about I get my payback and that's my next video," she flashed an evil smile, "It will be one to remember."

"Would you let him fuck you?"

Mercedes slammed her palm down on the table causing Victoria to jump. "I will cut that piece of shit's cock off with a rusted knife if he ever brings it anywhere near me again!"




Mercedes Bends



"And that my lady is what Scarlett fears." Victoria spoke softly then began tapping her long fingernails on the table. "Also you know how it works. If I tell Scarlett you want a payback or you won't perform that's too big of a fuck you to her."

"One she deserves on this matter."

"But," she went on, "If I go back to her with your displeasure, then you submit a proper video I can show her that despite your anger you are still loyal and bargain in good faith. I will then tell her you need your rightful payback, it is an important rule the reason it was created was as a warning to initiators to not go too far or you will get it in return."

"All my initiation is showing so far is certain members get away with whatever they want." She muttered.

"Mercedes here is my deal. A good tape from you and you'll get a payback I promise."

"And you speak for Scarlett now?" Mercedes grunted, "You have already tried, Felicia. What will happen is I will jump through the hoop make a nice video for the group and still be denied." She sat back disgustedly, "Lady Felicia I would like to speak about my stepping down."

"Oh, come on Mercedes!"

"I no longer need the group. I enjoy it and you and the others are like family to me, but we can keep in touch. I will not submit again, for anyone."

"It's not submitting!" she exclaimed in exasperation. "Tell you what Mercedes, what about just fun?"

"Fun?"

"Yes, there is no rule everything has to be a session, find a good looking guy and tape yourself playing and enjoying; no control, no rules just a fun fuck."

"I..." her eyes narrowed. "I have no one that..."

"A one night stand for Christ's sake, hell forget Mercedes, when was the last time Tonya had fun?"

"When she sat holding hands with a boy of the wrong color and was beaten for it. That was the last time Tonya had fun. I am not as excited about sex as the rest of you. My pleasure is control and I show that in my videos, but because there is not a cock buried inside me it is not enough. I..."

"Mercedes I...I don't want to lose you my sister." She took a deep breath. "I promise you, you will have your payback, you have the word of the High Lady."

"You don't know that."

"I...I can make it happen."

"How are you so sure?" Mercedes asked, her interest peeked. 

"I cannot say."

"Then no deal." Victoria started to speak, but Mercedes cut her off, "I trusted you with a very private story my sister. Now return the favor. Because if indeed you can guarantee me Mephisto for an evening I will turn in a proper performance."

"I can do it through Lovecraft; he can get Scarlett's permission."

"I know that Lovecraft has contempt for Mephisto as I do and know he fought for my payback or to punish him and he was denied. Why should I think he can..."

"Things have changed." 

"What has changed my lady?"

Victoria looked away again and shook her head as if she were telling herself no. She closed her eyes then with a resigned sigh, turned back to her. 

"You are not to repeat this. If you do there will be hell to pay."

"Trust me as I have trusted you today my lady."

"Okay what's changed is I have discovered that Scarlett has developed a...shall we say soft spot for Lovecraft."

"He's fucking her?" Mercedes eyes widened.

"She has been using our enforcer to entertain herself of late, yes." Victoria told her softly as if she thought she'd be overheard. "I have faith that he can persuade her. End of the day she knows it's the right thing to do and Lovecraft I'm sure can make it worth her while." 

She pointed at her, "Now my lady we have bandied about long enough, you have made a fair point and I am offering a deal. You show good faith you get what you desire. But Scarlett is to get your video no later than this Friday. What is your answer?"

Mercedes sat back and tried to think of who she could use for a tape. Lately the idea of fucking because she had to was nothing short of distasteful. Not to mention if she were faking it, Victoria may say it wasn't good enough. 

"Your answer my lady?"

"I...I will do what I can."

Victoria rolled her eyes, "Its only sex Mercedes, but fair enough you have to make the first move." She rose from the table and looking down said, "But a video by week's end and you will get what you want Mercedes."

"After the fact and I still have to give something to get something."

"I'm sorry my lady, but remember what the first rule of the Circle is."

Mercedes nodded and said softly, "Nothing in the Circle is Free"

"Exactly, but we repay our debts. Friday is your deadline to have the biggest debt owed to you repaid."

Mercedes grunted, "Black Friday," she muttered.

"Black Friday, white Friday," Victoria shrugged, "Hell, Asian Friday, just pick a guy and fuck him Mercedes, it's not that tough."

No, fucking never is," Mercedes told her, "Just the consequences are."

*****

Mercedes made her way through the main corridor on the upper level of the Velvet Rope and could feel the eyes of both clients and staff on her. Despite knowing she was being watched, she kept her eyes straight ahead, walking past people as if they didn't exist. This was not because she felt she was above any of them, but the deliberate air of aloofness expected of the club's High Mistress. 

Mercedes was always accustomed to some stares as for the most part she never entered the upper suites unless there was an issue or she was holding a session. Either of those instances was enough to draw a lot of interest, but today there was more than usual due to her ensemble. Even in the club Mercedes did not dress to flaunt herself. She would sometimes wear something low cut or a shorter skirt or dress, but nothing overly revealing. 

She was a Mistress, not one of the working girls and in order to see what she had to offer a client had to be either extremely wealthy or someone she had decided deserved a reward from her. It was the latter in this instance as Judge Wilson Bennett was currently in session with two of her girls and she needed to provide a special treat to him, to try to enlist his aid on The Lady Lexi's behalf. The first part of that treat was her outfit. 

Mercedes was dressed only in a black thong and a pair of knee high black boots with stiletto heels. Her upper body was covered with a fishnet robe with a pattern of metal studs throughout the material. She was topless beneath and her small perfectly shaped tits were on full display through the robe. She had allowed the curl to comeback in her hair and had teased it out even more giving her a wilder appearance. 

Two of her male employees approached with a woman who looked to be in her forties between them. She was wearing one of the short red robes that represented her being a pledge and led along by a leash attached to a red dog collar around her neck. Mercedes looked over at them and the younger of the two men immediately bowed his head. 

The second man was Marcus, her top male and the one she left in charge when she could not be there. Marcus was the best she'd ever trained and had a long list of clients, many of whom were quite affluent and paid a lot of money to be treated poorly by him. Marcus made the Velvet Rope a lot of money and was fiercely loyal to her. 

Because of that loyalty six months ago Mercedes had rewarded him with sixty seconds inside of her. Despite not having been teased at all, he had managed to come within that minute and as he had told her he had fantasized about came all over her hard flat stomach. Marcus bowed to her and whispered, "My beautiful Mistress."

Mercedes bowed her head slightly and then took in the woman between them. She was blonde, tall and a little on the curvy side. As her eyes made it to her face, Mercedes saw she was staring directly at her and with an air of pride that told Mercedes\ she was most likely someone who wielded a lot of power, either through work or wealth. 

The woman's blue eyes continued to stare into hers and a slight smile played across her lips. Mercedes wouldn't have needed the red robe to know this was her first time here. She lowered her gaze to the woman's shoulders and saw she was holding herself proudly, her back straight and her rather ample chest puffed out.

"And who is this Marcus?"

"My name is Paula, and I'm..."

"You were not whom I was speaking to." Mercedes told her. "Here, you speak when spoken to and only when spoken to, is that understood?"

The woman stared hard at her and reaching out, Mercedes grabbed the leash from Marcus's hand and yanked down hard on it. The blonde gasped and staggered forwards, directly in front of Mercedes, who moving quickly grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and twisted it in her grip.

"I asked if that was understood."

"Y...yes."

"Yes Mistress."

"Y... yes Mistress."

"Your reply reeks of insincerity, just as your entire demeanor stinks of pride and privilege. That is a smell I can do without."

Looking over at Marcus she took a moment to take in his tall dark muscular form and briefly wondered about using him for her video. It was Friday and her video was due by midnight. No, she couldn't reward him again and she would need to allow him to do too much to satisfy the group. 

"Marcus, tell me something."

"What is it Mistress?"

"Why is this proud whore clothed?"

"Well..." he looked at her, trying to gage whether or not he was truly in trouble. "The rules my Mistress has provided state that there is to be no public humiliation."

"That's true." She stared into Paula's eyes, "We're going to break that rule however, remove her robe."

"I will not be stripped in front of all of these..."

"Then you will turn and go." Mercedes told her shifting her grip until she had her hand behind Paula's head and had pulled her face to hers. "You make no demands here. You have come here to find pleasure in submission and that starts here and now. So either allow your clothes to be removed or turn and leave like the rich fraud I sense you to be." 

Paula stared at her and Mercedes could see her face begin to flush. She also noticed Paula's breathing had started to pick up. Her chest was heaving and her eyes had widened, there was a look in them that had not been there a moment ago. Mercedes nodded;Paula would truly enjoy her session; she just had to overcome her initial pride.

"Raise your hands above your head." Mercedes said softly, releasing her hair, but still holding the leash. 

Paula licked her lips, then slowly raised her arms over her head. Mercedes gave Marcus a nod and stepping behind her, he reached around to grab the tie of the robe.

"Wait." Mercedes said, and then raised her voice. "I would like everyone in this corridor to step over here. It seems we have a woman here who is proud and I would like an audience for her losing that pride."

As the dozen clients and employees came over to form a circle around them, Mercedes looked to her left and spotted Shelia, her top female. "Shelia, fetch me your dowel."

There were several murmurs and Mercedes could sense an air of excitement building. She turned back to Paula who was still holding her arms over her head and she noted with satisfaction her hands were shaking. She felt something brush against her hand and looked down to see Sheila had returned and was pushing a three foot black dowel into her hand. Mercedes nodded then bringing the dowel up held it over her head twirling it around with her fingers. 

She began spinning it faster and dropping it down wover it in an intricate pattern in front and alongside her. Like a cheerleader with a baton, Mercedes made a show of twirling the dowel around. She enjoyed the sound of the thin wood hissing through the air and with a flourish whipped it out and just past Paula's ear. She cried out and there was the sound of muffled laughter from around her. 

"Take her robe off."

Marcus removed the robe and Mercedes took in Paula's naked body beneath. Her large tits were sagging just a bit, but her stomach was still fairly flat and her exposed pussy completely smooth. 

"I would think someone with your money would have those lifted." Mercedes said.

Marcus laughed loudly and Mercedes smiled to herself, he was well trained, he knew the game she was playing. A look of anger flashed across Paula's face, but she said quietly, "I'm sorry you disapprove."

"I disapprove of more than just your sagging tits, slut; I disapprove of your haughty stare and proud stance. You came here for sex. You came here to be treated like the fucking pig you are, yet you stand here with an air of pride like that?" she grunted disgustedly, "Hold up those tits, put them where they should be, you know, above your naval?"

There was now laughter from most of the crowd and Paula turned red with anger and embarrassment. Moving slowly she lifted her large breasts and held them up. Mercedes shook her head, "You're nipples aren't hard. That is an insult, after all didn't you come here to be aroused?"

"Shall I make them hard Mistress?" Marcus asked, already sliding his powerful arms around her waist.

"No, I will."

With a practiced flick of her wrist, Mercedes lashed out with the dowel. The tip caught Paula's nipple and she cried out in pain. Turning her wrist over, she sent the dowel across the other nipple and received another yelp of pain. She stared at Paula's now swollen nipples and after a pause sighed, "Not even a thank you for improving the appearance of your flabby tits."

"I..."

"On your knees, now!" Mercedes snapped.

Paula hesitated and knowing exactly what she wanted, Marcus grabbed Paula's shoulders and roughly spun her to face him. Mercedes stepped closer and sent the dowel across the sensitive skin behind Paula's knee. She yelped in Marcus's face then again as Mercedes struck the other knee. 

She hesitated and saw Marcus whispering in her ear. She knew he was telling Paula she could stay and take her punishment or was free to leave; no one here endured anything they didn't want to. Mercedes knew what the answer would be, she'd already seen the tell tale look in her eyes when the dowel had caught her nipple. 

Her instincts proved correct when Marcus gave her a barely perceptible nod. Mercedes whipped the dowel around, repeatedly striking the backs of Paula's knees and upper thighs. She went higher and putting more into the swing slashed it across her round and rather plump ass. Mercedes could see everyone around her staring and noticed many were breathing heavier. The air of excitement had increased dramatically as several of the regulars realized what a treat this was. 

Paula's ass was covered with long thin welts and she was jerking hard against Marcus who was holding her tightly against him. Mercedes was breathing heavy herself and not from exertion. Her nipples were hard and she noted Marcus's eyes were locked onto them. 

She worked the dowel up and down Paula's back, putting some real force into the blows aimed around her shoulders where they were the easiest to withstand. The sound of the dowel followed by Paula's cries were the only sound in the room and after one last strike that caught Paula at the very tip of her ass cheek Mercedes, spoke, "Now, let's try again, on your knees."

Marcus let her go and with a whimper, Paula sank to her knees. She released a high pitched yowl that sent a wave of heat through Mercedes as she struck the soft sole of her foot with the dowel. She spent a few moments going back and forth striking each foot before stopping. She paused and waited, Paula was silent for a moment then realizing what was expected of her blurted out, "Oh, thank you Mistress."

"Better." Mercedes walked around to face her, "So how do you enjoy being naked in front of all these men Paula? Are you enjoying it?"

"I...I don't like it, I...I thought this was private." She whimpered.

"First off, its whatever I want it to be. Second," she laughed, "You're turned on you pig, I know you are."

"No, I..."

"Marcus, check for me please."

Leaning over Marcus, pushed Paula hard in the back causing her to go to her hands and knees. He shoved two fingers between her legs and Mercedes noted with satisfaction how easily they disappeared inside her. Paula moaned loudly and Marcus laughed, "She's soaking wet, the whore!"

"I knew she was." She nodded, "But she does not seem to like public exposure so," she shrugged, "Marcus spread her cheeks open and let's give everyone a look at her pussy."

"As you wish."

Paula cried out and began to squirm, but Shelia stepped up and grabbing her hair, pressed her face to the floor, keeping her ass up as Marcus showed her off.

Mercedes snapped her fingers and gestured for people to come around and stare. 

"She's pretty damn wet." One of her male subs declared.

"And take a look at her asshole." Mercedes said, "Looks like she's enjoyed a lot of deliveries in the rear over the years. 

There was loud laughter and Mercedes said, "Anyone who wants to give it a feel, help yourself"

She gestured to three of her men and held her palm up to the clients, she would only let her people get involved in something like this, but Paula couldn't see that. She cried out and began moaning and squirming as each of the three took turns sliding their fingers inside her and pumping them several times. Mercedes nodded at Marcus who, with no hesitation, shoved a finger in her ass and held it there while the others fondled her pussy.

As they groped her, Mercedes looked around at the crowd. She saw a woman named Katherine who worked as an aide in the Governor's office leaning against the wall rubbing her pussy through the red panties she was wearing. Her eyes met Mercedes and she mouthed the words "Thank you." Mercedes nodded to her and turned back to watch the last of her men pumping his fingers into Paula's pussy.

She was whimpering pathetically, but her hips were moving and she was no longer struggling against Sheila. Marcus's finger was still in her ass and Mercedes snapped her fingers. Marcus and the other sub removed their fingers and stepping forward; Mercedes reached down and took the leash. Pulling up on it, she said, "Let's go for a walk whore."

Paula rose to her knees, but resisted when Mercedes tugged on the leash.

"Crawl or I will cane you again, this time while it's my men's cocks not their fingers in that loose gash of yours."

Paula was breathing through her mouth and sweating profusely. Her blonde hair was sticking to her face and her blue eyes were wide. Mercedes noted her lip trembling and leaning over, placed her lips to her ear. "Shall we continue with your session, or do you want to go back home and watch porn while playing with yourself?"

Paula took a deep breath and said softly, "I...I'm at your mercy Mistress."

"Then you are in the right place, Paula." Mercedes told her softly, "Here you will learn that complete surrender is better than you ever imagined." 

She waited until Paula nodded, then satisfied she was still a willing participant, Mercedes tugged on the leash again. This time Paula reluctantly dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl as Mercedes led her across the corridor to where one of her subs was standing. 

He looked up at her and she gestured to his crotch. He obediently unzipped his jeans and removed his cock which was already well on its way to being hard. Mercedes stopped Paula in front of him and yanked back so that she rose to her knees.

"Suck his cock."

"I...no, please not...oh!"

Mercedes reached around her and pinched both her nipples hard. Still squeezing them she hissed, "Suck his cock like the fucking slut you are, show everyone here how much you want it."

"I...oh." She moaned when Mercedes squeezed harder and reaching out took her subs cock and brought it to her lips. 

She paused again, but another squeeze on her swollen flesh caused her to take the cock into her mouth and began sucking it. She was going slowly, barely taking it much past the head and grabbing the sides of her head, Mercedes shoved her face forward.




Mercedes' Bends



Martin rolled over, taking the towel with him, letting her stay straddled over his upper thighs, placing his arms under his head he looked at her. "Mercedes I couldn't be more proud of you. You have turned into a bright young beautiful lady. I may not say it enough but know this; I mean those words." She smiled looking down to him; leaning forth she rested upon him as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Martin felt his cock twitch as she pressed against him. He sucked in a breath, and then exhaled slowly. 

He had hoped his daughter didn't notice that his cock was hardening to the feel of her body to his. Mercedes did, yet didn't move from upon him. They held each other in silence. She moved slowly upon him, feeling his cock growing harder as she maneuvered him so that he pressed against her snatch. Both were holding back sounds of pleasure as their bodies touched.

Mercedes closed her eyes, feeling her father comfort her, as if she was that little daddy's girl again. Time went by and sleep had found her. Martin rolled her over and covered her up, letting his daughter share his bed with him. He removed his towel, slipped on his pajama bottoms and then crawled under the covers pulling them up. His hand reached down within his pants, his fingers jostling his balls around as she closed his eyes feeling the pleasure he gave to himself.

It had been to long since he'd had a woman in his bed, or even had their hands upon his body. Martin felt his cock respond as it grew rock hard almost instantly as his fingers massaged his heavy weighted sack. His fingers moved up gripping around the base of his thick long cock. Martin began stroking himself in a steady manner; he tried to contain his grunts and groans as it felt so good to be touched, even if by his own hand. His fingers moved along his shaft to his blood filled knob, he could feel his cock throbbing with every touch. Mercedes turned over, her breasts pressed against his back.

That only added to the fire within him at that point. She wiggled a bit as he stroked his hard cock within his hand. In his mind he couldn't but help imagine it was her doing it. It was her hand wrapped tightly around his hard throbbing fuck stick, jacking him off. His thoughts raced within his mind as he felt his seed boiling within his balls. Martin jacked on his cock a few more times and quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on the night stand and shot off one hell of a full load within it, with a long drawn out groan. He quickly tossed it in the small trashcan and relaxed letting his breathing go back to normal. Martin fell to sleep immediately after masturbating, letting sleep engulf him.

Martin woke first, crawling out of bed and heading for the bathroom. He didn't think his daughter needed to see his pajama pants tenting out as he supported morning wood. Mercedes was next; she headed down the stairs and used the bathroom, then headed to the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast for them. They had a long day ahead of them, needing to pack the gear as well as the food.

"Good morning Daddy, I hope you slept well." Mercedes said as she placed their plates of food on the table. She poured each a cup of coffee and settled at the table across from her father, and began to eat.

"I did honey, thanks," Martin responded. "I trust you did as well? You didn't even awaken when I did my normal tossing and turning. Okay, not to change the subject Hon but I'll get the gear packed, tossed in the jeep, and then shower. You can get the food ready, your clothing, showered and what ever else you need." 

They hurriedly packed the car with eager anticipation of finally getting away from the routine hustle and bustle that they had grown accustomed to. Neither bothered to look back as they left the city limits, both looked ahead toward the weekend that perhaps was their last shared together for a stretch of time.

The ride was long, as the two chatted mainly about nothing, just looking forward to getting to their destination. They traveled the main highways for several hours, before exiting off onto smaller roads. As they followed the detailed directions, the small roads became even smaller, eventually turning into a single lane dirt road. The scenery was breathtaking; the views from the mountain side were picture postcard prefect. Their GPS navigator ensured them, they were not lost, despite the feeling that they were in the middle of nowhere.

Stopping along a roadside lookout point, they parked and settled in a grassy area. Taking out a couple of sodas from the cooler as well as a few sandwiches, the father and daughter twosome settled for a quick lunch. Mercedes spread out a blanket and they relaxed stretching their legs as they talked more and ate. "Mercedes I know we have spoken about boyfriends and the lack of, and I don't mean to pry..." Martin stumbled over his words as he had been giving this subject a lot of thought. His daughter was gorgeous, bright, and had an outgoing personality; he didn't understand why she wasn't by now dating. "You're not attracted to women are you? I mean not that I'd care honey."

Mercedes about choked on her swallow of soda as it came shooting from her mouth with her father's last question. Quickly she grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth, as well as everything else she sprayed down. "Daddy just because I don't have a boyfriend, and I'm still a virgin doesn't mean I'm a lesbian!" she replied back with almost a full laugh. "I just haven't had the time, school and all the extra activities came first. By the time my schedule was filled, all I had time for was studying Daddy. I took extra college courses this year, and last year I busted my ass for high honors. I not only did it for you but mainly for myself. Okay?" What she didn't tell him was she had done a few others things ... that she wasn't his little innocent baby girl.

Mercedes didn't wish to get into the whole sex talk, or anything more. She was like any other virgin girl her age; she had those raging feelings inside, pent up. This was a topic she just didn't wish to discuss at the moment, not that she was shy about it. Looking over at her father she cocked her head a bit as she lay out on the blanket. When those feelings arose within, she masturbated; he didn't need to know it was normally twice a night though.

"Fine Hon. I am sorry to have touched upon this delicate subject with you. I know if your mother would have been around it would have been much easier to discuss things with her. Missing so much of you growing up has really hit home lately I guess. Maybe I'm pushing for too much all at one time, and I don't realize I'm doing that."

Martin finished up his sandwich and soda, gathering the trash, stuffing it into a bag then tying it. He placed it within the back of the SUV and returned to where his daughter was stretched out with her eyes closed. Mercedes looked up and swallowed hard as she could see right up the pants leg of his loose fitting dress shorts. She now knew her father liked to go 'commando' under his clothing. The full view of his bulbous cock head was almost peaking out from the edge. She noticed the slight red coloring of the smooth flesh, as her train of thought was now lost. "Ready to go Hon?" he asked.

"Yes daddy, I'm ready" she answered with a strain in her voice as she was getting up. Grabbing her camera from the SUV she stood upon a big boulder and began taking pictures of the lush green rolling hills. The fields of wild flowers in an array of vibrant spring colors seemed to run on for miles and miles before her very eyes. Quickly she turned and went to jump; there stood her father with open arms catching her sleek body within his arms. He held her tightly as their faces were close together.

Each looked within the others eyes, knowing it could turn into an awkward moment, as he placed her down and smiled, "Light as a feather just like when you were a little girl." Mercedes laughed and smiled back, both heading to the SUV and getting in. Once buckled up they looked upon the map seeing they were closer than they thought to their destination. Excitement had settled in, and in more ways than one. Each knew that could have been a disaster back there when he'd caught her in his arms and held her against his muscular body. Both thought of what the outcome could have been; would it have been good or bad? Those thoughts left their minds as they started once again up the mountain's narrow dusty, dirt and gravel road.

Mercedes looked to the left where a large clearing was. She could see bits and pieces of color. She glanced down at the map then to her father," We're almost there I saw cars through that tree line over there." She pointed it out to him, as they rounded the corner; the few cars came into view. Both felt the excitement of finally ending their journey, feeling the cramps from being within the vehicle for so long.

Parking the SUV, Martin and Mercedes got out, stretched, and then began to unpack the gear from the rear of the vehicle. Once everything was unloaded He locked the car up and helped her on with her full pack, then she helped him in return. They looked around; Mercedes spotted a sign on a 4x4 pole that stuck from the ground about three feet. Walking to it she reached into the clear holder and grabbed a pamphlet. Opening it, she noticed there was only a map with stars, as well as the normal symbols and such, outlining the pond, waterfall and a big one in the center. Figuring that was the camping area she smiled and headed to Martin showing him where they needed to head.

Both, taking a deep breath, they headed along the mouth of the path, and entered the woods. Martin looked at his watch; they spent six hours driving which wasn't bad considering it was only noon time. That gave them enough time to get to get to the camping area and set up camp before nightfall. They stopped so Mercedes could take pictures of wildflowers and various insects and trees. The ground coverage was thick; the trees over the path formed a canopy above them allowing only a slight bit of sunlight to shine down upon them. The tree canopy kept them cool from the suns heated rays as they hiked along the rocky path. Both watched making sure they stayed on the right trail, looking and watching for the lavender markings on trees to the left and right of them.

Stopping along side a babbling clear stream, they rested for a few minutes, taking a drink from their canteens, snacking on trail mix. The water was as clear as glass; the sunlight peeked through causing it to shimmer as the small fish swam about causing the ripples within it. Martin was looking over the map; he had hoped they would be at camp soon. His feet had begun to show sign of blisters from his new boots, which caused him a bit of discomfort. He took the camera and snapped a few pictures of his daughter as she stood up by the rocky side of the path. He looked longer through the eye lens than he should have. He couldn't but help look her over, her t-shirt was tucked up between her breasts, the swells showing partially, her flat tanned stomach exposed. Mercedes wore cut off jean shorts with her white socks and boots, which made her look sexy as hell he thought.

Handing the digital camera back to her he got up and they trekked onwards once again. They spoke of her college choices, her major and minors she had finally decided on. He walked behind her watching how each ass cheek tended to jiggle a touch with each step she took. His daughter's ass was perfect and full, both cheeks heart-shaped and rounded. He eyed the bare flesh through the tattered ass end of the shorts; either she was wearing a thong or nothing at all. The thoughts running through his head caused his cock to jerk and jump within his shorts, he was glad he had worn loose fitting shorts. He wasn't sure wearing nothing under them at this point was wise as the front began to tent a bit with his slightly growing cock. Not watching where he was going the tip of his boot caught a rock within the middle of the path and almost caused him to trip. Luckily he caught himself before that happened.

The area around them was breathtakingly beautiful. They stopped at certain points along the way and looked over the mountains edge to the valley below. The clouds were fluffy and white against a blacking of bright blue. It seemed like you could see for miles once again as you looked out over the rolling hills that surrounded the base of the mountain. The change in air was felt as the altitude did. The air held coolness to it, not where one would need a sweater, but the moisture was gone. It made it more comfortable to hike for them both, as their clothing was showing the sweat they both worked up. "Almost there daddy, the map shows only a bit further to the large star in the middle." Mercedes hollered back to him as she continued to walk along. Looking ahead she pointed out the camping symbol upon a sign to him. "There we go, that's home for the next few days." Mercedes laughed as she said it.

They reached the open clearing seeing the rings of rocks here and there for fires to be held within. Martin chose a spot and dropped his pack, then fell to the ground laying back, closing his eyes. "Yea Hon, home, couple days," He said as he tried to relax himself as well as his breathing. He rested his head upon his rolled sleeping bag that was bungee corded to the bottom of his backpack. "It's 4PM; I'll set the tent up and get a fire started in a little while. I need to lay here for a few minutes and rest. If you want, you can go pick up some small pieces of wood Honey."

"Okay Daddy, I want to look around a bit anyways. I'm going to check out the lake and these other marked places on the map. I won't be gone long." With those words spoken, Mercedes left and headed down the trail once again, this time she was following the yellow markings upon the trees.

Looking at the map as she walked she stumbled and fell as her boot tip caught a tree root sticking up from the ground. Laying there she sat up and dusted the front of herself off then as she went to stand she felt a twinge of pain within her ankle and winced as she placed weight upon it. Rolling her foot around she was able to work it out, and began to wander along the trail that grew narrower, as the brush along the sides grew thicker and thicker. Mercedes never took notice that when she got up, she didn't pay attention and headed along another colored path.

While his daughter was off exploring, Martin gathered the poles and spikes, and set up the tent. It was a four person tent so there was plenty of room for them both and their gear. They took turns carrying the cooler up the trail; he thought that was what wore him out the most since he had carried it the majority of the way. It had been a while since his daughter left, and Martin began to grow concerned for her. He would give her another half an hour to an hour then go looking for her. He knew which way, which trail she started off on. 

Martin gathered wood then started a fire, sitting aside it as he watched the flames grow. He had felt more relaxed at that moment than he had in a long time. His thoughts drifted back to the last twenty four hours, his daughter, and how she caused him to react. He laughed out, and thought he was acting like a schoolboy with his train of thoughts after the prettiest girl in class.

Mercedes walked through an opening of the tree line as she almost stepped into the crystal clear water of the large pond. The trees surrounded the pond almost to the edge on three sides of it. On the last side there was what seemed to be a beach, with a small sandy area. Mercedes made her way around to it, where she sat and took off her boots and socks. She dropped her small knapsack from her shoulder and then took a glance around, seeing nobody else. Standing up, she had undone her shorts, stepping from them, as well as her thong, as she worked it down her thighs, to her ankles and off her feet. Grasping the hem of her t-shirt, she tugged it off over her head, then reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it slip down her long arms and onto the pile of clothing. 

The sun beat down upon her nude body, as she headed toward the water. The water was so crystal clear she could see the small pebbles within the sandy bottom. There were schools of small fish swimming about, that quickly cleared as she entered the water. She waded out slowly basking in the sun upon her upper half and the coolness of the water now thigh deep. Mercedes dove into the water letting it engulf her body; Mercedes was a fish in the water. She'd been swimming since she was four years old. This, to her, was a pleasure; last time she was skinny dipping was when she was fifteen and at a sleep over.

Martin couldn't wait the hour; he grabbed his canteen and headed toward the trail that his daughter took. He continued along the trail marked in yellow, following where he thought his daughter went. Martin saw where the dirt and leaves were shuffled about, bending down he looked over the area where Mercedes had tripped. His hand went to his chin as he rubbed the one day worth of stubble. His mind raced with thoughts, as everything possible came into play from ... was she grabbed, was she okay ... all kinds of things which caused him to worry. His heart ached within his chest, feeling it pound and he was almost able to hear the 'thumping' of his heartbeat. Martin combed the area, as he gathered his thoughts trying to keep his head straight. He looked around and decided to continue along the yellow marked trail. He began to walk faster, his pace quickened as he slowly ran down the pathways.

Stopping about what felt like a half mile down the path Martin could hear water falling to the right. He turned and went thru a narrow path though the thickened green ground covering brush. Pushing the low hanging tree branches out of his way, he stopped again at the end of the wooded tree line which almost kissed the ponds edge.

The waterfall was to his right, as it fed the large pond. Hearing splashing, Martin backed into the woods, and tried to make his way around the edge staying out of view to see what, or who, was making the sounds. Reaching up, he parted the low hanging branches and peered thru the lush green leafy opening. He could see the small sandy beach, a pile of clothing, and a person swimming in the crystal clear water. Once he wiped the sweat from his brow he focused ... seeing his daughter in the pond. She was naked as the day she was born! The water glistened as she stood in the waist high water. Her body glistened as the sunlight met each drop of spring water on her young flesh.

Martin felt like a pervert watching his daughter, yet he couldn't pull himself away. He stood there ogling her in silence as he felt his cock responding within his shorts. The front of his pants tented out a little at a time until he could no longer handle the urge to rub it through the nylon material. Reaching down he stuck his hand within his shorts and released his cock, his fingers slipped under his sweaty balls as he began to fondle them. Martin groaned softly as he felt his own fingers' ministrations, while he watched her swim. He leaned his head back closing his eyes as his free hand joined his other, only his fingers curled around his rock hard shaft and deftly began stroking it. His head rolled around upon his shoulders, as he opened his eyes again seeing her in knee deep water. He watched as she walked through it, her body was tight and shimmered in the sunlight. He left out a louder grunt as he gave his cock a hard yank. Pre-cum drizzled from the tiny piss slit and down upon his fingers as his breaths deepened.

Mercedes heard a sound as she turned around suddenly and looked along the tree line. Her blue eyes scanned along it, as she saw the brush move. Not letting it bother her she returned back to wading through the water heading toward the waterfall where she stepped up upon the rocks and stood under the cool falling waters. Running her hand through her hair, she let the water cascade over her head feeling it run along her body. It splashed against the flat rocks which she stood upon, then rushed over the jagged edge and into the pond.




Mercedes' Bends



Martin couldn't take much more of this voyeurism. He grunted out as she masturbated watching his gorgeous young daughter. His fingers maneuvered his heavy balls around within his hand, while his other hand began a steady quick stroking motion. He moaned out as he felt his seed begin to boil within his fleshy pouch. Martin knew he couldn't face his daughter with his rock solid cock sticking out of his pants. He continued to watch her as he jacked off within the deep green thick brush, holding back his sounds of pleasure so his daughter wouldn't hear him. 

Martin's eyes ran along her curvaceous body, her nipples were hard and pink upon her firm twin mounds of flesh. He could feel his seed rising as he pumped his cock with his fist, his eyes rolling as he closed them, dropping his head back as the last image was her turning around and bending over, letting him view her from behind. That caused his cum to shoot from the tip of his cock like a rocket. Streams of hot cum flew all over the brush before him as she rode out his pleasure. Grunting and groaning as he stroked his cock till the end. His hand was covered with his sticky white man juices as he tried to catch his breath. His knees were shaking from the hard climax, and he almost lost his balance.

Martin watched as his daughter crouched down, and then moved to a sitting position on the dark flat rocks under her. Her arms went back, resting herself upon them as she bent her knees a bit yet her long muscular legs were stretched out. The water splashed upon her body from her nicely rounded breasts to her knees. Mercedes head lay back as she looked like the epitome of beauty, basking there under the water as the sun shone upon her. She spread her legs open, as Martin watched again thru the thick brush. He watched as her hips rose up, letting the water fall upon her parted cunt lips. He caught her soft facial lips parting as he could almost hear her moaning softly was the water ran between those twin petals and along her stiffened nub.

Her hips lifted and lowered with a steady motion, as if she were offering herself to the God of the falls. To Martin, she was definitely centerfold material. Now he wished he'd had her camera, to snap a few remembrance pictures of their camping trip together. Mercedes moved her arm; her hand rubbed her breasts, washing over them as the water fell upon them. Her finger tweaked her right nipple, stretching it out then released it; then the left was doing the same, as she gasped softly in pleasure. She continued down her body as if she were smoothing it out, her stomach was tight and slightly reddish from today's sun and the exposure of her young flesh to it. Mercedes tanned nicely, so this was no bother to her.

Her fingers danced down upon her body, and between her thighs. First she raked each thigh lightly with her fingertips, and then teased along her swollen shaven pussy lips. The water danced upon her turgid clit as she parted her pussy lips wider, as her knees fell open as a butterfly's wings would. Her pussy was already hot and slick from her own seeping juices. Mercedes twirled a finger within her fuck hole, teasing herself. As soon as Mercedes slipped a finger inside, she went a little crazy moaning and groaning as she began to work it in and out. She fell into a steady rhythmic motion, feeling her cunt begin to flow with oozing slick pussy juices. The more she worked her pussy the more sticky slick discharge she got.

Martin groaned as he felt his cock jumping again, he had already beat it off once, and wasn't sure he could handle a second time; yet, he didn't wish to stop watching his daughter masturbate. Martin was tempted to sneak up closer. He had wished he had the balls to approach his daughter and help her out; he'd devour her sweet snatch eagerly. He wasn't looking to her now as his daughter; through his eyes she was a young pussy ready to be picked. His cock was leading the way now, no longer was his brain doing all the thinking.

Martin went to take a step closer to the waterfall, and tripped over a rock while not watching where he was going. He yelled out as he caught himself as he reached out for branch saving his fall. Mercedes stopped and looked around, quickly stopping and stood up under the waterfall again. She peered out and didn't see anything at first, then caught a few bushes rustling about.

Mercedes dove back into the pond, the water splashed around her rippling on both sides of her. Martin walked quickly around the edge and stood upon the sand with a grin. He watched her swim, her rounded bottom above water as she did the butterfly stroke from one end to the other. He clapped which startled her. Mercedes stopped and stood in the water that was covering her up to right above her nipples. "Hello Daddy! Oh my God this water is incredible!" she shouted to him, totally forgetting she was naked. Her breasts were like two buoys floating upon the water.

"Mercedes I was worried sick when you didn't come back, it's going to get dark soon! If you wanted to give your old man a heart attack you almost succeeded!" Little did his daughter know that she gave her father a lot more and it was far from being a heart attack, Martin thought.

"I'm so sorry daddy, I lost track of time. Why don't you come in?" She moved about within the water, it was so clear he didn't think she realized how much her father could see. She dove under, as her heart shaped ass cheeks popped up above the water giving him a peek, then disappeared once again as her head popped back up with a small portion of her upper body.

"Honey, it's getting late. How about we return back here tomorrow and I promise we can try fishing and do some swimming?"

"Fine daddy you got a deal. Turn around so I can get out please." Mercedes didn't mind being naked under the water. As he thought she hadn't really thought about anyone able to see her through the crystal clear water of the pond. Martin laughed and turned around, giving her the privacy she asked for even though he'd already seen it all. Mercedes walked out of the water and quickly got dressed once again. She was putting her t-shirt over her head when she heard a cat call whistle. Both, her and Martin, turned at the same time, seeing two naked young men standing there before the waterfall.

Martin and Mercedes were stunned as they stood there looking at the two men. Quickly she gathered her bra and panties sticking them in her pocket as she pulled her t-shirt over her breasts and buttoned as well as zipped up her shorts. She looked back to them, feeling her cheeks blush yet didn't turn away from them either. Both stood speechless at first until one of the two men broke the silence. "Hello, I'm Al and this is Dan Since I haven't seen either of you around I'll guess you're new to the colony?"

Martin and Mercedes looked to each other, and then Martin spoke up. "I'm not sure what you mean about colony, but no; we're just camping here for the weekend. We set up camp down the trail a ways." Martin felt a bit uncomfortable as he stood there talking to both naked men. "If there's a problem with us camping there, well here, we can go."

Al quickly spoke up, "No there isn't a problem. The nudist colony is right beyond those trees and we haven't seen either of you before so figured I'd just ask." As he spoke, Dan ran his eyes along Mercedes' tall slender body. She did the same back as she felt a little bit of excitement listening to them talk, noticing both men were very well endowed. 

Martin glanced at his daughter then back at both men. "Well we need to go; getting dark I don't want to get lost getting back to camp. It was a pleasure seeing, um-m-m meeting you both. Have a good night." Martin placed his arm around his daughter and then headed toward the trail; both started to laugh when they knew they were out of ear shot." Wow! I really need to talk to my travel agent!" Martin said to her as he walked alongside her, laughing.

"Daddy, nudists are actually kind of a neat bunch of people ... think about it. They love their bodies; it isn't about sex, and they feel no need to buy designer clothing to compete with others. I really think I could live like that, deep in the woods. I was reading this article about a camp in the Ozarks where they have a semi nudist colony. Clothing is optional and they do their own gardening, their own butter, butchering. They sell their own assorted flavors of nut butters. Think about it Daddy, no stress and pressure." Martin wasn't sure if he really liked the idea as she said, or if the idea of naked men around her was the reason she was pitching pro nudist to him.

They entered their camp and dropped the extra gear they had with them. "Honey, being a nudist isn't for everyone Can you imagine some of our neighbors, or your friends traipsing about naked everywhere in the woods, twenty four seven? Example for you, how about old Mrs. Jameson three houses down?" They both started laughing. "Understand what I'm saying though honey?"

"Yes daddy I do, but still, I think it would be cool to do for a week or even a weekend." Mercedes thought about old Mrs. Jameson; she was well into her seventies and her breasts hung to her knees. "Hey, it's not like I'm asking you to do it Daddy, anyways. I was just stating a few facts, that's all; okay? So, not to change the subject, but what's for dinner?"

Martin laughed a bit, and then thought about what his daughter said. He remembered her being shy and closed mouthed, almost a wallflower. This definitely was a bit of a shock to him. "So are you telling me that you could walk naked before strangers for a whole weekend? Sit and eat naked, do everything you normally do and do it all naked for forty eight hours?" Martin raised a brow as he asked her those few questions. "I figured we'd do the whole hot dogs on a stick for tonight honey, and the sides we picked up from the deli. It's quick and I don't think either of us feels like going all out, right?"

"Daddy, I could do it easily. I'm not ashamed of my body; if anything, I'm proud of it. I work out and I run, I eat all the right foods. Besides forty eight hours isn't long at all that's what two days? No big deal." Mercedes grabbed plates, utensils and the salads getting them out while Martin messed with the fire and then skinned the bark off of two three foot long sticks for hot dogs. They sat on logs and ate dinner as the topic of being a nudist continued.

"Ok Mercedes, let's just end this now; if you say you'll do it, then you'll go ahead and get naked with a group of people for a weekend." Martin replied as he started to put things away. "I saw a creek about fifty feet along the trail. I need to go get some water for clean up and washing off I'll be right back." He started to get up. As he did, she jumped up and said she'd get it. He watched her go, shaking his head knowing his daughter wouldn't get naked before him or a bunch of strangers.

Mercedes took the water jug and headed down the trail toward the slow running babbling brook. She slid down the small hill off the trail following the narrow path through the low lush green brush. She crouched down undoing the cap and held it under the small trickling steady stream of water filling the lower pool as it trickled down the mountain to another stream. Not paying attention to what was around her; Al walked up bent forth and tickled her ribs scaring the death out of her. "Hey! Sorry didn't mean to frighten you that bad, boy; I must be ugly looking to turn your face that white." 

Mercedes smiled and couldn't but help look over the young guy standing all but naked in his white Nikes. She laughed when she realized it was him, and smiled as she raised her eyes to meet his. "Hello again, fancy meeting you here in the middle of nowhere. I'm Mercedes, like the car; yes, before you even need to ask. Pleasure to meet you once again, Al." He talked with her a little bit longer telling her he was a college student, and this was his second summer spent at the colony. He said he was twenty years old and explained he was taking ecology in college and this was a place where he could enjoy his nudism as well as the outdoors and study the ecosystem.

"I'd really like to stay and talk more Al but I need to go before my father sends the dogs out for me. Perhaps we'll run into each other again before the weekend is over." Mercedes placed the lid back on the water container and stood up. Her body was reacting to the sight before her. Al couldn't help himself, and leaned in, kissing her lips quickly. Mercedes didn't pull back, she returned the kiss letting it linger, as their tongues met within his mouth, dancing a lover's dance. He placed his arm around her and pulled her close. She could feel his cock growing erect as she whimpered softly to his mouth. Mercedes broke the kiss as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Meet me tonight Mercedes. I'll meet you right here on the trail about midnight, please?" Al asked. He rubbed his body against hers, his semi rigid cock was pressing against her thigh. His voice was soft as he pleaded with her to meet him; she wanted to, she found him very attractive. Mercedes broke his hold as she stepped back.

"All I can say is, I'll try and get away, no promises Al. My father is a light sleeper and I don't want him catching me sneaking out of the tent. I really do want to meet up though. Wait for me for about twenty minutes and if I can't get out you can go. I'll carry a flashlight that way you can see it if I can ok?" He kissed her once again releasing a soft groan from his lips then backed away.

"Deal baby. I hope to see you tonight, for now I'm going to go I need to get rid of a problem that's about nine inches long and stiff." He laughed as he said it. Mercedes looked down to his cock and knew what he was talking about then lifted her eyes to meet his as she blushed. 

"I'll see you hopefully tonight Al." Off she went back up the hill and returned to camp. Her father was in the tent relaxing while listening to a small battery operated radio. He was singing along with a soft love ballad done by Rod Stewart when she opened the tent flap. "I'm back daddy; I put the water out there. I'll go clean up everything and get it up in the tree so the critters don't get it." She ducked back out, and went to clean up, thinking of nothing else but Al and his naked body. She knew he was going to want sex, but she wouldn't allow that to happen. She wanted her first time to be special and with somebody that loved her as much as she did him.

Martin and his daughter sat around the campfire watching the flames dance around as the small radio played on. He asked her to dance as he stood holding his hand out. Mercedes took it getting up as they danced along to a slow dance, then a fast upbeat song then another slow dance. Martin held her close as she placed her arms around his neck; they looked into each others eyes like young lovers would. Her body pressed to his, as she rested her head upon his shoulder closing her eyes. Martin did the same as he whispered. "You turned out to be such a beautiful young woman Honey. I am so proud of you and all your accomplishments. I love you dearly."

"I love you too Daddy; thank you for telling me that, I needed to hear it. It was you who raised me alone; remember that part. So I think you get partial credit for how I turned out." They swayed as one; her breasts pressed against his chest, his cock began to respond to her soft body that was rubbing against his own.

Martin didn't want her to feel how she affected him; he quickly moved back and smiled. "I think it's time we turn in Honey it's getting late. Tomorrow we can go swimming early after breakfast, maybe do a little fishing. Don't forget to take your camera with us in case we get a big fish to brag about. I'll put out the fire; you go change for bed." He kissed her cheek, and placed the lantern inside leaving it lit so she could see what she was doing.

Mercedes slipped into the tent, and got undressed as Martin sat there upon the log dousing out the small flames that remained in the center of the rocks. He looked toward the tent and watched the silhouette of his daughter undressing. He couldn't tear away from the sight. The outline of her body showed every bit of detail. He could see her breasts sway when she bent forth grabbing clothing from her bag. His eyes followed each curve of her succulent body, her rounded ass cheeks. His cock grew within his shorts once again. He groaned as he touched his cock through his shorts. He needed to get fucked badly, jacking his cock was no longer doing the trick, nor was it satisfying his urges anymore.

Once she was done, he got up and entered the tent; he caught her semi naked and quickly turned his back. "I'm sorry Honey I thought you were dressed for bed already." Closing his eyes, the image of her from her mid stomach down was pictured, causing his cock to jerk and jump.

Mercedes laughed, "Daddy it's okay, you can turn around now I'm fully covered." She sat down and crawled under the blanket lying upon her sleeping bag. It was a warm night to begin with, plus she had plans for when he fell asleep. Martin took his shirt off as he turned around, smiling, then proceeded to crawl into his sleeping bag and get comfortable. He reached over and tuned the lantern off. "Night Daddy," she said as she leaned over and softly kissed him on his lips.

"Martin returned the loving father-daughter kiss, as he got comfortable aside her. There was about two feet between them as he closed his eyes. "Goodnight Honey sweet dreams."

"Dream sweet as well Daddy." She said as she laid there closing her eyes every so often checking her watch under the blanket so he wouldn't see the light upon the face shine. She awaited him to fall asleep as time ticked away.

About an hour later she heard him snoring soft and steady. Looking at her watch it was eleven thirty. She quietly got out from under the covers and snuck out of the tent. Slipping on her sneakers she headed towards the trail. She figured she could always tell him she went to the latrine if he came looking for her. Grabbing her flashlight she made sure she was out of view of the tent then turned it on and used it to see where she was going. Mercedes was about twenty feet from where she needed to meet Al at, and really did need to pee. She knew if she tried to find the path to the latrine she would probably miss him.

Mercedes looked around, not seeing anyone nor Al, she pulled down her loose fitting pink pajama shorts and squatted in the middle of the trail. The trail was covered with twigs and dried loose leaves, she figured she would hear if another was approaching close by. Reaching down she made sure her silk short shorts were out of the line of her golden liquid stream. Placing the flashlight aside her letting the light shine upon her so she could see where she was relieving herself she began to release a small trickle of pee. There was a small patch of sand under her feet as the golden yellow color was able to be seen as it began to puddle and streamed between her feet.

She pissed harder as she relieved her bladder, as she stayed squatted there watching, hearing it splatter between her feet on the ground below her. She heard a sound, and looked up seeing Al standing there watching her. His cock was almost fully hard; she couldn't stop as she had to go badly. He could sense she was uncomfortable and tried to remove that feeling. "Don't stop Baby, you look so sexy there, and you can see how your peeing turns me on. Don't be embarrassed. Trust me; this sight of you, well you're doing a kink I like. I love watching women pee; it's very erotic." Mercedes smiled a bit as the corners of her soft mouth turned up, he made her feel at ease as well as horny. She was discovering new things, things that she found a turn on to her these days. In a way she felt like a complete slut squatting there pissing before him as she watched his hand move, his fingers curled around his hard cock as he began stroking it. "Please slow it down if you can and make it last a little longer baby so I can enjoy this more."