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Power Play

By: Barnaby



"Dammit! I don't know what I'm supposed to do!" came my friend Jeanie's sobs through my cell phone, " I mean...well, shit! It's not like I have any fucking money now, y'know?!"

"Wait a minute," I prompted, "Isn't today payday for you?"

"YES, dammit! So what? All of THAT money has to go toward last month's rent or else I'll be without an apartment instead of just without power!" She went on from there but began crying so much and at such a high pitch that I really couldn't understand a word until she settled back down with a shaky, "Oh, S...S...Stanley...What am I g...gonna do about the electric? They want all the past due PLUS a reconnection fee PLUS a deposit! I mean...(Sniff!) Help me, please!" 

"Look, sweetheart," I said calmly, "four hundred bucks is more than I can handle right now. I mean...I know I said I'd help you out until you got back on your feet after that last job screwed you over but I meant a little gas money, some groceries... but four hundred dollars...y'know?"

"Yeah...Yeah, I know. What I DON'T know is what the fucking hell I'm supposed to do now!" she yelled into the phone. "Damn! It's all my own fault!" With that the tears began again.

As always, Jeanie was being her own worst enemy. She was 24 and had quit what should have been a perfectly good job recently after what she described as a temper tantrum only to end up working in a grocery store at about half the salary and fewer hours a week. The only plus for her in all that was that it was twenty miles closer to her apartment. That would of course be the apartment that was now completely in the dark as Jeanie's power had been cut off while she was at work due to lack of payments. 

" Look," I started carefully, "I don't...I know I've come through for you before but I'm at a loss here, sweetie. You say your boyfriend's broke, your parents wouldn't help you in a million years and I'm...Hmmm..." Suddenly a strange thought hit me.

"What?" she asked with a hopeful turn to her voice. " What are you thinking?"

"Not yet. Not yet and it's a long shot to boot but..."

"Stanley, what is it?"

"Honey," I blurted out with a cautious excitement, "light some candles or just go to bed or something for now. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know if this'll work."

"Okay. I really doubt if I can get any sleep though."

"Well, try, okay? I gotta go!" With that I clicked off and darted for the mound of bills and junk mail I kept on the bookcase in the living room. I pulled the trashcan over and started frantically tossing out garbage until I finally found what I thought I'd seen before. My eyes strained to focus on the fine print on the back. Yes. Yes, this could work!

The next day she went on in to work and so did I but after work I made a quick stop before heading to her place. It was a little past dusk to be exact when I pulled into the parking lot at Jeanie's apartment complex. The closest spot I could find was on the opposite side of the quad from her place so after I got out I had to hoof it. All the way over, I had been rehearsing a dozen—no, a hundred ways to tell her. As I rang her up on my cell while I walked, my mind suddenly went blank.

"Hello?"

"Hey, babe. Uh...you home?"

"It's really dark in here," she said rather placidly.

"Ah, then obviously you ARE home! That's good!"

"Really, really dark...," she continued.

"I get that, okay? Now do me a favor and stick your head out the window long enough to toss me down your keys."

"You're here?"

"Yes, I'm here and I have some good news for you. I'm just coming up on your building. Toss me down your keys."

"Okay," she said as she clicked off. By that point I was standing directly underneath her third floor window. I heard her open it and started to say, "I'm right over h..." but before finishing the statement, her loaded to the gills keyring smashed me on the foot. "OWW!"

"Sorry, Stanley," came her usual apology from somewhere in the darkness above. 

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're getting better. Missed my head all together this time and got me on the foot."

"Hey! That bump healed pretty quickly so I don't wanna hear it! Not my fault I throw like a girl. I AM a girl, dumbass!"

I shook my head as I retrieved the wayward keys. "Be right up."

Jeanie met me in the well-lit hallway after I bounded up the stairs. I stood panting and trying to catch my breath as she impatiently crossed her arms and frowned. "WHAT??" she finally yelled.

"Oh, come on, " I wheezed, "Gimme just one sec to breathe. I don't have as much enegy as I used to."

"Well, I don't have ANY energy, okay?! Stanley, I am freaking out here on SO many levels. If you came over here expecting me to be a gracious hostess, well...fuck you, okay?"

"Listen...Even better. Here." With that I reached into my pocket and handed her five crisp one hundred dollar bills."

"Ohmigosh!" she said slowly in genuine surprise. "I mean...what? How did you...? Is this for me? Can I keep it?"

"No," I mocked. By that time my breathing was back to normal. "It's counterfeit. Just pulling your chain. Of course it's real and yes it's for you sweetheart! Can we go in now?" She stepped aside and ushered me in through the door to her hot, candle-lit apartment as a big grin grew on her face. 

After we were inside, she sniffed the bills, jumped up and down a few times and yelled, "Yay!!" Her eyes met mine and she said, "I can always count on you, Stanley. Thank you so much!"

" 'Twas nothing, m'lady. I remembered the Pony Express Loan Company had sent me an unsolicited check for a thousand bucks to be paid back 35 dollars a month. Hell, I can handle that and if we split the money it helps both of us right now...so after work, I deposited it in my account, then took out 500 for you."

"You took out a LOAN for me?" she questioned in absolute amazement. 

"Well...for us but...well, yeah. Actually. Yeah." Then, totally off-the-cuff and unexpected, I said, "You owe me one HELL of a blowjob for this one, sweetie."

"Oh really now?" she asked with a raised eye and exaggerated indignation. She set the bills down on her kitchen table and began rubbing my arms tenderly.

"Uhhh...kidding?"

"Oh, I don't think so, honey. I think you DO deserve a BJ for this one and I ALWAYS pay my debts."

"Jeanie, I was just being a smart-ass. Look, I got you the money because you were my friend, not to try to get something out of you."

"I know that, Stanley," she cooed as she stared right into my nervous eyes. "Like you helped me paint the kitchen, took care of my cats when I was gone for a week last summer, fixed my dishwasher and argued with the bank for me when they screwed up my checking account. And what do you ever get...? Hmmm...?"

"Jeanie..." At that point her hands moved to my thighs and she rubbed softly up and down and across to the front but being careful to avoid the kill zone.

"Will you shut up or do I have to shut you up?" With that she moved her lips slowly and deliberately to mine and pushed them together hard, pulling away a second later with a resounding smacking sound. Her fingers now teased over my crotch, no doubt feeling the erection whose growth was being stifled only by the tightness of my khaki work pants. Apparently, she decided then and there to make things easier for me by unbuttoning my belt. She kissed me again, this time lingering a second longer to wipe across my lips with her tongue. Then she went for the zipper. No slow tease now, she just pulled it down fast and it felt so damn good I just continued to stand there like an idiot. I'm not sure but I think I may have even had my eyes closed for a second thinking this had to be all in my imagination!

"Jeanie...I...this is a big step. Are you sure?"

She dropped to her knees and looked up at me with her so-innocent looking face framed perfectly by her long blonde hair. "You do deserve this. You really do! You have saved me so many times. I mean...beyond words. I can never really pay you back for all you do but please just shut up and let me make you feel good tonight." With that, she pulled down my pants and pulled my still thickening rod through the hole in my boxers. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "Here, honey, let's move you over to the couch, okay?"

With my pants down around my ankles, I waddled the ten feet or so to the candlelit living room and plopped down on Jeanie's wide couch. Still fully dressed in shorts and a spaghetti-strap top, she resumed her position on her knees and grasped me firmly for the first time. "Oh, Stanley," she said as she gave it a few introductory pumps, "I can't believe this is the first time I get to see this beautiful, thick cock of yours!" All the blood was rushing to my groin so if I said anything beyond a long moan in response I'm certain it was unintelligible.

My dick wasn't really all that impressive and I knew it. Having had more experience than many girls her age, Jeanie obviously knew it, too, but didn't care. At that exact moment the only thing that mattered to me was the almost slow-motion effect that the candles were giving the situation as I watched my beautiful, sexy friend lower her soft, opening lips to taste my cock for the very first time. When the already oozing bulb of my dick went into her mouth, I instinctively grasped her head and held it to me as if never wanting her to let it go.

Jeanie began a slow bobbing with her lips pulled back over her teeth and her tongue swabbing my smooth knob. Her eyes looked up at me as she watched me panting for a solid breath more and more every second. "Wait...wait...," I said in a kind of whisper on a couple of short outward breaths. "It's been so damn long... I'm too close already and...and I don't want it to end this quickly. Stop for a minute, okay?"

She pulled her mouth of me loudly and I could see strings of wetness still connecting her to me in the candle light. "Who says it has to stop after one?" she asked with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Let's see what we can do about taking that edge off, 'kay?" 

With that she used her hands to pump my now squishy prick hard and fast as I threw my head back and let out another long moan. In a matter of seconds I was there. My dick twitched hard and she could tell, too. She grasped my hairy balls and squeezed softly as the first volley of my long pent up cum shot out at what seemed like 50 miles an hour, hitting her on the cheek and sliding slowly down right away. Immediately, she stuffed the sausage back in her mouth and seemed to milk the rest out of me. I'm sure I felt at least three more strong jets hit the back of her throat before I started to dribble. She pulled off of me with a big dirty grin on her slightly slimy face. She coughed a couple times, then threw her head back and swallowed twice, ending with an "Aaaahh! Niiice!" My playful friend used her left hand to wipe my jizz from her cheek and then licked it, too. 

"Oh my fucking GOD, that was...was..." I fought for descriptive terms in my mind but since I had no blood in that particular head at the moment, words failed me. "Gonna collapse now." I said.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! No you don't!" Jeanie grasped my still hard dick and began licking its sticky flesh noisily again. "What? Did you think I was kidding? I'm not stopping now. That was just to make the second one last longer, asshole."

"Come on, I thought you were trying to make me feel good here, not kill me! What just happened was earth-shattering, babe! I'm gonna need some time to recover."

"Too..." she said as she went down on me again, "fucking..." she added as she came up for air before taking me even further inside her hot mouth, "bad!" she finished before actually sliding the head of my dick all the way into the back of her throat so that her lower lips were actually touching my balls! One thing was sure. I was nowhere near losing my erection!

My cock felt snug in her mouth and I tried to make out exactly what she was doing to it with her tongue but it was so sensitive from before that I couldn't really tell. I just knew it felt almost too good and certainly more than a little surreal. I had fantasized about Jeanie going down on me a thousand times but now that it was actually happening every little moment of the reality was strangely heightened. It was like my mind was clicking digital shots to commemorate the event. Her thin pink lips wrapped around my wet, veiny flesh. The strap over her left shoulder falling down just enough to reveal the curve of her tit in the pale roomlight. The kind of low snorting noise she made through her nose when her mouth was full of me. Her long hair fluffing back and forth over my body and hers as she pushed back and forth. The scent of the low-burning candles—was it jasmine? Most of all, I wanted to remember the intense electrical feeling I was still having when her mouth squeezed in on the slick head of my dick every time she would slide her lips almost all the way off of it. I started to become convinced that I had died on my way over to Jeanie's house and what I was experiencing now was heaven! 

Jeanie's hands weren't idle, either. With her right she reached under me and grabbed my ass but with her left she was fondling my balls like they were playdough, kneading and squeezing almost painfully but in a way that somehow heightened the sensuality of it all even more! My own hands alternated between gripping the couch pillows and running through her glorious hair as she sucked. My heart was beating so rapidly I could hear it in my head and my breathing was coming in short spurts...like something else would soon be doing.

"You, okay, baby?" she asked breathlessly as she paused for air.

"Hell, no!" I answered truthfully. I am...SO much...fucking better than just okay...!Okay?" Jeanie laughed a long, low, naughty chuckle and pumped my pride and joy fast. "Take off your top," I almost whispered. 

"You need extra stimulation? Hmmm...? Is that it, sweetie? I'm not enough to make you come again with just my...Mmmmmm!...mouth?

"No. Sweetheart, that's not what I..."

"Oh, shut up. Kidding, okay? Here. Look." With that, she pulled her straps down and revealed two luscious looking melons that bounced and swayed with abandon in the candlelight, happy to be free. 

"Oh, my God!" I mumbled as I reached out for them.

"Uh, uh!" she said as she pulled back. "I've got work to do down here. Without letting go of my oozing prick, Jeanie leaned down and licked her way up my thigh to my nuts. She teased underneath them for a second but then plunged my left nut into her mouth for yet another all new sensation! She repeated with the right and then somewhat miraculously pulled both balls into her mouth at the exact same time for the weirdest feeling yet! She came up laughing and squeezed her smooth titties around my shaft, pumping it with her breast flesh. "You look so..." Unable to come up with the right words, my now completely uninhibited friend just laughed again and lowered her lips back down over the head of my cock.

This time, I held her in place almost as if by reflex. I could feel that familiar feeling and began to moan incessantly. "A moaner, eh? I wouldn't have guessed," she murmured almost incoherently without taking my meat out of her mouth. 

"Didn't anybody ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" I joked. I kept moaning, though, too. Not that there was anything I could do about that. Finally, I tried to give her warning in the time-honored manner, literally gasping out, "I'm...I'm coming!"

I half expected her to respond with something like, "I hope so, you idiot, or else I've wasted all this effort!" but instead she kept her lips and tongue busy and her soft hand and long fingers pumping my cock. She wanted it. She was ready for it and she was going to take it all. I actually felt a bit dizzy when I threw back my head and gave in to an orgasm that tingled the little hairs all over my body. I moaned long and loud enough for the neighbors to hear as I fired a surprisingly intense volley of hot, white cream directly into the back of my beautiful friend's throat.

She kept licking and sucking until I pushed her head away. "Give me a break, woman! I think you just generated more energy than the electric company will when we get your power turned back on. I'm dead, now, okay? Sheesh!"

Jeanie struggled unsteadily up off the floor and fell beside me on the couch. I looked at her and she smiled a jizzy smile. I wiped her cumstained lips a bit with my finger and she pulled my sticky hand down to her still naked boob, so round and hard-tipped. My erection began to deflate finally and I said, "I am exhausted!"

"Hey! Who did all the work here?" she argued.

"I just mean I need a nap or something, sweetie. I'm..." She held my hand to her breast. "Uhh..."

"You mean, 'Say, Jeanie. Now that you've gotten me off twice and gotten yourself real horny, how would YOU like it if I went down on you?"'

"Oh, honey, you know I'd love to anytime but...Jeanie?"

"Snore!" She had quickly fallen asleep at my side. I leaned over onto her shoulder and promptly did the same. Tomorrow the power would come back. Hers and mine. Tomorrow I could pay my friend back in kind.

Power Play



I am not a feminazi or a feminist, or even militant. I'm just a very successful woman whose career success has been, I think, a just reward for a hell of a lot of hard work. Growing up as a girl, I always resented the societal assumption that men should always be in charge. When I dated, I always looked for guys who were gentle and considerate – not the guys who never wanted to share. But wouldn't you know it? I ended up marrying a full-fledged male chauvinist pig – except he wasn't a pig - he was a charming chauvinist and I loved him dearly.

Our marriage was a happy one for over a year, but then his take-charge, I-run-things, attitude finally took over and I got frustrated. I lost all control. At work I was a top executive supervising dozens of people – men and women. But in our home, I was losing control as he became more and more dominating. A year went by and he didn't change. I couldn't let this continue. What the hell could I do?

The only hold I had on him was sex. Early on he had asked me about the guys I had dated before him. I could tell it turned him on to hear me talk about having sex with another guy. He would tremble with arousal and ejaculate immediately, usually coming a second time, very quickly. He was so fast he couldn't fuck me long enough to make me come. Finally, he jacked off while I whispered in his ear every dirty thing I had done with my boyfriends. This kept up for months. 

I knew how to use the net so I did a little research – the kind of research that was routine in my work. It didn't take long for me to figure out his sex hang up. He had the voyeur cuck fetish! If I could figure out how to do it safely, I could take charge of our marriage and control him completely. 

Did I really want to do that? I could live a double life – docile at home and dominant at work. But if I wanted to have any independence at home I knew I would have to use sex. But how? I evaluated the situation carefully and developed a plan of action, just like at work. Running a husband should be no different that running an office. Make an action plan and implement it.

One night we were out to dinner at the club with his law partner, LC and wife Mary. After dinner we danced and LC held me close. I could tell he was attracted to me, so I put my pussy on his thigh and let him rub it as we danced. It drove him wild. When we got back to the table I thought seriously about LC. He was safe. His wife would take him for all he was worth if she caught him playing around. He was attractive. Could I enjoy sex with him, I wondered. At least it was worth a try. What did I have to lose?

That night in bed I turned Bruce on, just a little, with talk of an old boyfriend. Then I told him it excited me when LC put his thigh between my legs as we danced and rubbed my pussy. He seemed to freeze up. He was obviously upset. He tried to move away from me but I moved to keep my body next to his. When he couldn't get further away from me he rolled over so I was against his back.

"Don't talk about LC," he said.

I reached around his body. His erection was still rock hard. I kept whispering about how good it felt to rub my pussy against LC's leg. Then I began to stroke his cock and he started breathing hard. When I asked him over and over if he would like to watch me fuck LC he started humping his hips and finally ejaculated. 

As he lay there breathing hard, he said, "Don't you ever do that again!"

It was a command. Two can play at that game. I could be as strong as he was.

"It felt good. LC liked it too. The next time we dance I'm gonna do it again."

He lay there silently for a few moments, and then he said softly, "Please don't do that."

It had been a long time since I had heard him talk like that. But I'd heard other people who worked for me talk like that. At that moment, I knew he worked for me from now on. His sex drive made me his new boss.

"Bruce, lets be clear on something," I said. "You haven't fucked me for almost two months. And before that you couldn't fuck me long enough to make me come. Is that true?"

There was a long pause, then a deep sigh, then a very soft, almost whispered, "Yes."

Then in my executive voice I gave orders. "Tomorrow at the office you are to invite LC to have dinner with us at the club. Do you understand?"

"Yes," softly.

"You are to request a table on the patio where the dance floor is dark. Do you understand?"

Another very soft yes.

"LC and I are going to dance and I'm gonna enjoy rubbing my pussy on his leg. You're gonna entertain Mary while I have some fun. Do you understand?

A long pause, then, "Yes, but ... "

I interrupted him sharply. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." It was almost a whimper. I was in charge now. I was gonna stay in charge and if I needed sex I knew where I could get it. LC would be available. He was ready."

That next weekend at the club I rubbed my pussy on LC's knee and looked up at him and smiled. We laughed and joked and he turned me so no one could see and played with my ass.

"I like that," I said. "I don't get that same thrill from Bruce any more."

"What are you looking for?" LC asked.

"A little fun," I replied. 

"Where? That's always the problem."

"Why not come over to our house. Bruce has an office. Tell your wife you two are working on a case. Give her the office number. She can call any time."

"What about Bruce?"

"He's not a problem, I can take care of him," I said. 

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Lets start tomorrow night," I said.

When we got back to the table, I turned to Mary, laughing and said, "These guys are real work horses. That new case they've got is a problem. LC is coming over to our house to work in Bruce's home office. Would you like to alternate care and feeding of our husbands?"

Mary laughed. "I'm the lucky one. LC doesn't have a home office. They're all yours and you're welcome to them." 

Bruce just sat there, saying nothing. In the car on the way home he was distraught.

"You can't do this!" It was his command voice.

I laughed at him. "Can't I? Just watch me!"

Then, command voice gone, he started to beg. After over a year of being pushed around it was music to my ears. He tried every argument that made sense.

"What if Mary finds out?"

"She can call him any time. Why should she get suspicious?"

"What if someone else finds out?"

"LC and I are certainly not going to tell anyone and I don't think you will."

As we pulled into the garage and the door was closing behind us I heard one more "Please don't do this."

I put my hand on his arm to get his attention. "Bruce, my mind is made up. I'm gonna fuck him. Twice a week to start. More often if he's good in bed – or rather on the couch in your office – because that's where we'll be fuckin. You're gonna sit in the living room to keep watch and answer the home phone. If you wanna listen at the door you can, but don't open it. If you do that even once you'll find it locked from then on. Do you understand what I've said?"

He nodded and looked away.

I grabbed his arm forcefully and in my executive voice I repeated, "Do you understand?"

He was almost sobbing as he said in his submissive voice, "Yes, I understand." 

The next night LC came over and we three had a drink in the living room. Bruce didn't have much to say but LC was friendly, even jovial. Looking at the two of them I wondered what it felt like to be a willing cuckold. What was in his head? What was he thinking, this first time? I decided to ask him tonight in bed. It might be fun to hear his answer. 

"Darling, LC and I are going to take our second drinks into the office. Is that all right?"

He nodded and I thought briefly of humiliating him by making him say it. Then I decided not to. Was he humiliated enough for the first night? I wondered.

LC and I went into the office with our drinks and I couldn't resist one more touch. They say power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. So as we entered the office, I turned and delivered one more humiliation.

"Darling, would you close the door please." 

The look on his face had to be seen to be believed. LC turned his head to avoid laughing out loud. 

Then chuckling, LC said to me, "Jesus Patricia, you are one genuine bitch ball-buster. I hope you never get me by the balls. You'll show no mercy."

I laughed. "Oh LC that would be fun. To have you by the balls I mean. But tonight we're not gonna squeeze your balls, we're just gonna test 'em out. Consider this your audition. Your next performance, if there is one, will be in three days."

LC laughed, a bit thinly I thought. "You are one controlling bitch."

I walked over and kissed him deep, tongues working together. I stepped back from the kiss and started to undress. When I selected what I was gonna wear tonight I though very carefully about how I would look stripping for LC the first time. He sat on the couch sipping his drink and watching me – a look of lust in his eyes. 

When I had stripped down to heels, hose, and garter belt I gave him a good look, then I shook my tits for his pleasure. My tits are big, 34D, and don't sag when I'm naked. My legs are really fabulous, if I do say so myself, and I have a thick curly haired brunet beaver, which I am very proud of. 

Then standing there with my hands on my hips, I said, "Okay lover boy, lets see what I got in this blind draw!"

He stood up and started to undress quickly down to his jockey shorts, which had a bulge, but not a very big bulge. A shiver went through my body. Had I planned for all possible contingencies? 

He turned his back, dropped his shorts, and stroked his dick vigorously before he turned back to me. I got a shock. His dick was skinny and had to be less than five inches. I walked over to my husband's desk, grabbed a ruler, and walked back to LC. I laid the ruler on the north side of his pecker. It measured four and a half inches! Jesus I thought. I never planned for this. As I stood there LC's dick started to visibly shrink.

As an executive I'd always criticized my people if they had no contingency plans. If I'd said it once I'd said it a dozen times. 'Plan for the unexpected. All plans have a potential shortfall.' And by God this was a shortfall. And a real unexpected shortfall. 

I had a guy in the other room with a very nice seven and a half inch dick who wanted to watch - and a guy in here with a four and a half incher who wanted to fuck. I hadn't planned it that way. There seemed only one possible solution. I pulled LC down on the couch and spread my legs.

"Fuck me baby, I need it," in truth I needed much more than he could give me. 

He started to pound away impetuously and in less than three minutes he pumped what load he had. Then I hustled him to his feet and helped him dress as he looked at me with surprise. As I dressed myself he stood and watched with a puzzled look on his face. 

"When you get back home," I said, "tell your wife that you found a loop hole in the law and the case was not going to be a problem after all. Sorry about that but I was expecting something more substantial. Please don't get mad. It's not your fault - you were born that way. It's my fault for not evaluating the resources required for implementing the plan before giving the activation order."

He didn't seem to understand. 

As we left the room, my husband was slouched in his usual chair, not watching us. I showed LC the door and went back and grabbed my husband by the arm, pulling him to his feet. 

I smiled sweetly. "Darling, let's go up to bed dearest, there's something I need to explain to you."

I said it as softly and as pleasantly as I could. I smiled as innocently as I could. Maybe I could work something out.



Power Play



She arrived exactly on time; seven o'clock. I heard the doorbell ring and felt a small rush of adrenalin. With Amanda, I had learned to expect the unexpected. Thus the adrenalin.

I opened the door to all 5'11" of her, and smiled. She was so good at this. Standing there with her massage table and linen bag, dressed in loose‐fitting pants, a collared work shirt and tennis shoes, she looked every bit the part of a normal masseuse. In fact, any curious neighbor of mine probably wouldn't give her a second look.

But I did. I saw the deep red lips that contrasted so beautifully against her dark hair, pulled back in a ponytail. I saw the makeup that was a bit too sultry. Her dark eyes looked me up and down. She smiled and walked in my house without a word. I knew better than to say anything, even a word of greeting. It was not my place to speak first and I knew my place. I returned her smile and watched her walk in.

Amanda was tall and leggy with nice curves in nice places. No stick‐thin woman for me, I thought, closing the door behind her. Truth be told, though, I would have likely declared whatever body type Amanda had as my favorite...because of what she brought to my life. Thrill after thrill...after thrill. And Lord knows I needed a few thrills to leave the stress of my career behind. Amanda consistently provided them....every Friday night.

After work on Fridays, I left one world and entered a completely different one. The definition of my job was telling people what to do. I directed, delegated, supervised, corrected, dictated and remonstrated all day, five days a week. I wore a suit and tie. I oozed control and importance. My job was so much about control that I couldn't wait to lose that control when I left the office. That's where Amanda fit into my life. She was more than happy to take that control and run with it.

Amanda was a professional masseuse. We'd met by chance at a Christmas party of mutual friends. After quite a few drinks, we ended up in a private corner confessing our sexual preferences to each other. Initial surprise and drunken giggles soon became delight as we realized our particular proclivities seemed perfectly suited to each other. That was six months ago, and we had tested and proven the "perfectly suited" theory...many times. I'd had relationships with good sex before, but never this exciting. Never a coupling that seemed to reach deep into my hidden fantasies, draw them out into the light and peruse them, tinker with them, play and dance with them. In a word, what we shared was Hot.

In the months since we met, our relationship had overflowed from the strictly sexual world into regular dating to our mutual delight. Still, we both voted to keep up the Friday night routine we had come to love...and look forward to with great anticipation.

Amanda was easily the most sexually provocative woman I'd ever met. There was a relaxed air of complete confidence that permeated her walk, her voice and her whole being. I found her confidence incredibly arousing in such a different way. She brought out a part of me that was intensely eager to please in a "tell me exactly what you want me to do" kind of way. No wonder my past sexual partners failed to satisfy me completely -- they had all expected me to be in charge. Not Amanda.

Wordlessly, she set up her table in the spacious living room. I closed the curtains and turned down the lights. Soon soft cotton sheets covered the table. Without being asked, I retrieved a few pillows from my bedroom and placed them on the table, guessing we would need them later. That earned me a sweet smile. Nodding at me in that deliciously deliberate manner, Amanda picked up her bag and went off down the hall to the bathroom.

I knew my part well. As soon as she closed the bathroom door I jumped into action. Amanda liked things a certain way and I so wanted to please her. Champagne came out of the refrigerator, was quickly opened and poured. Just one glass, for her. I set it on the table next to her favorite spot; an overstuffed red velvet chaise lounge that had a lush, erotic appearance to it. Visitors to my home often remarked how it was a lovely piece but didn't seem to fit in with the rest of my fairly masculine furnishings. True. It fairly reeked of sex. I would just smile and say it was a favorite.

I lit several candles and turned the lights down a little more. Then I quickly removed my suit, laying it carefully over the back of the couch. I'd gotten in trouble the last week for leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor. I was so excited to see her I forgot about my clothes. She wasn't pleased. I sat down carefully for 2 days following that incident! My cock throbbed just remembering it. I stripped down to my required underwear for Fridays; a thong.

Amanda had rules, most of which gave me a thrill to follow. This one I especially liked. When I dressed for work every Friday morning I was required to wear a thong. She had given me several in a variety of colors. All day I felt the thin strap of silky fabric lay tantalizingly between my ass cheeks and the pouch held my junk firmly in the front. All day my naked butt was right next to the soft fabric of my pants. I felt disconcerted and exposed, like everyone knew what kind of underwear I was wearing and what I was going to be doing that night. Controlling my cock took effort, focusing on work was sometimes a struggle. Consequently, on Fridays I tended to spend more time seated at my desk. All those sensations were a constant reminder of the pleasure that would arrive at my doorstep at seven o'clock. Though I arrived home at six, I wasn't allowed to take off my suit until Amanda arrived. No loosening my tie or even removing my shoes or jacket.

Now, I wore none of my business garb. As I stood waiting, nearly naked in my living room, I felt so clearly the contrast she intended. My suit in all of its constrained propriety was suddenly gone from my lean six foot frame, and I wore only the thong. This morning I had chosen the purple one. Gone was the power suit. Instead, my naked skin tingled with a heightened sensitivity. I ran my hands nervously through my thick blond hair and rubbed the 2 day beard I always wore. I felt bare and vulnerable. Standing with my feet slightly apart I clasped my hands behind my back and waited for Amanda.

I glanced down at my cock, still at half mast remembering my punishment from last Friday. The deep purple fabric stretched as my need for space grew. Ahh...the waiting. Anticipation brought such delicious excitement. I'd felt it all day.

Finally, I heard the click of the bathroom door and straightened my posture. I looked up to see Amanda walking down the hall -- a vision of steamy sensuality and power. She'd loosed her silky hair and soft dark curls surrounded her face and fell over her smooth white shoulders. She wore a strapless black leather bustier which presented her ample breasts for optimum viewing. Her forearms had intriguing black leather cuffs from wrist to elbow. An impossibly short black leather skirt covered neither the tops of her shocking red stockings nor the black garters that held them up. Four inch black leather come-fuck‐me heels completed her outfit. I couldn't take my eyes off the stockings, so startlingly red amidst all the black. They looked so out of place I was fascinated by them. It was then that I saw the riding crop in Amanda's right hand, held loosely at her side. The end of it brushed her calf as she walked. I shivered involuntarily.

She sauntered slowly up to me and stood so close I could feel the heat of her skin. I inhaled her scent, a spicy vanilla sandalwood mix she always wore. Now 6'3", Amanda looked down at me, held my blue eyes with her brown ones and paused, her look self-assured and playful. She was so good at drawing out the moment. Timing and anticipation was everything. Finally she lifted my chin with her fingers and brought her lips to mine. The kiss started soft, lips caressing lips and tongues dancing gently together. She pulled back, held my gaze for a moment and then returned to my waiting tongue. We kissed for a long, sweet moment. Jesus...I'd been dreaming of this all day.

Without breaking our kiss she pulled me firmly against her, her hand at the small of my back. I took a step forward to close the gap between us. Her mouth opened wide and she demanded my tongue, which I gave eagerly. Her red, luscious lips pressed hard against mine and her arm went round my neck to hold my mouth to hers...for her pleasure.

My hands remained behind my back as Amanda kissed me. I knew the rules. She broke the kiss, leaving me breathing a little harder and my cock a lot harder. Reaching up with one hand she gently twisted each of my nipples in turn and I gasped. She walked around behind me. My thoughts returned to the crop and I felt my ass tense up. She took my hands and gently separated them, placing them at my sides.

I heard her low voice murmur, "Mmmmm...I do love you in purple." I felt her warm hand caress my tense cheeks and squeeze each one in turn. I was proud of my butt, actually. I worked out hard four days a week and had even consulted with a trainer to achieve the firm, round, muscular bottom I now possessed. I knew Amanda loved it. To my surprise I did not feel the kiss of the crop. Instead, she walked away, settled herself on the red velvet lounge and sipped her champagne.

"Hello Nash."

I took a mental snapshot of the moment; a vision in red and black with creamy thighs and breasts that teased me to my very core. I watched her lay back and cross her legs, knowing the piece of leather attempting to pass for a skirt did little to cover her down-covered lips peeking out clearly from underneath, and being quite unconcerned about it. She never wore panties. She said they just got in the way, and why cover something that beautiful? I had to agree.

"Hello Amanda." I tried to sound calm, but it was a challenge, as usual. Tonight my cock was already ferociously hard, peeking its head out of the top of my thong.

"So how's my boy tonight?"

"...Excited." I had difficulty getting the word out.

"Excited? Good. Because tonight, I brought a new toy for you." She held up the crop that had not left her hand. It was medium in length with a flexible rod. Attached to the end was a soft piece of doubled-over leather. She whistled it through the air and my ass clenched again.

"Come here, Nash. Undies off." Amanda's voice was soft but there was no room for disobedience. I could think of nothing but the crop, but I complied.

I had the thong off in a flash and was standing at Amanda's side. I watched as one hand brought the champagne to her lips while the other hand ran her fingers over my hard cock, now at her eye level. She spent time teasing and caressing my cock and balls with a light touch...a touch that made me want nothing but more and harder. I resisted the urge to slip my hardness between those full red lips; definitely against the rules. I was in heaven as her fingers traced around the head of my cock, producing my first moan of the evening. The delicious sensations ceased when she held out her empty glass to me in a wordless request. I dashed into the kitchen to refill it, my cock waving in front of me. When I returned and handed her the glass, she smiled and sipped more...and then her eyes fell upon my thong in all its purple glory, on the floor.

"Nash, baby...what's that?" She gestured with her glass.

"Uhhh...my thong." Damn. What could I say?

"Why is it on the floor?"

"I'm sorry Amanda. I was so excited..." I trailed off. I quickly picked it up, folded them and placed them next to my suit.

"Yes." She smiled. "You did say you were excited. But that is no excuse for not taking care of your things...especially a present from me."

"I'm sorry...Y..You're right."

Amanda gave a low throaty laugh. "Yes...I am. Prepare for your punishment, Nash." No matter how many times I heard those words uttered, even though I knew they were coming...still the thrill.

Okaaaaay. The adrenalin returned big‐time as I walked to the end of the massage table, spread my legs and laid my upper body down on the soft cotton sheet. That crop scared me. Amanda had a bag that she'd pull new toys out of pretty regularly, but I'd never seen a crop. Last week with the suit mistake she'd paddled the hell out of my bottom with a wooden hairbrush. This could be worse. I took a couple of deep breaths.

"You really need to take care of the things I give you, Nash." I heard her approach me and I willed myself to relax. No matter how many times we played this way I still felt the slight rush of fear. I loved it...it got me off like nothing else. Nearly every Friday Amanda would discover some transgression of mine; a reason to punish my ass. I looked forward to it. I loved the helpless, vulnerable sensation of my naked ass in the air, waiting for Amanda's hand or paddle to fall...or tonight I guess it was her crop. I trusted Amanda and would do just about whatever she asked...but a riding crop? Jesus Christ.

She stood behind me and slowly spread my cheeks, again stroking my ass gently with a finger and sending pleasure coursing through me. Ahhh...that choice again...open to the pleasure or anticipate the punishment. It was an interesting push pull I was very familiar with.

"What will you do with your thong when you take it off next time?" Her voice was stern behind me -- she meant business. Her touch was gone.

"I will fold it and lay it carefully next to my suit."

"That's right." The first stroke came as she emphasized the word. My mouth opened in a silent O as I pushed my face into the table. Yes, it stung all right, and the heat followed quickly. "Don't say another word," she commanded, landing another stroke on my other cheek, just as hard. I kept silent as she had asked. In fact neither of us uttered another word for the rest of my punishment, which kind of freaked me out. I was so used to Amanda announcing the number of strokes I was to receive and then I had to count them aloud as she applied them to my ass. There was a reassurance in that; knowing how many were left, steeling myself to be able to handle that number.

But this was craziness... I lay there flinching from the strokes, feeling completely un‐tethered. I was so unnerved that I didn't even think to count the strokes in my head. As the crop cracked down again and again, sometimes soft and sometimes hard, I felt my cock, rock hard and throbbing against the table underneath me. Again, and in a different way, I was in heaven.

Amanda paused occasionally to caress my balls or perhaps to give my red, angry rear a break. Some of her pauses were so long I thought my punishment ended. Then another sting would land on my hot, sore ass, and I'd jump and squirm. Her crop was not actually any more painful than the other implements she had used to punish my butt in the past, just scarier. The way it whistled through the air...the way it stung.

Suddenly she applied 5 strokes in quick succession to each cheek, no pauses. I struggled mightily to stay in position. Usually Amanda would crank up the intensity just before my punishment ended...but tonight I wasn't sure about anything. She placed the crop on a couch next to us, right where I could see it, and then caressed my hot bottom gently with her cool fingers. I felt myself unwind, relax, open up. She bent down to kiss the back of my neck. I felt her hot breath. My cock, balls and ass -- sore as it was ‐ all ached with a need for...more. God, just more. It was insatiable, that desire. A Pavlovian response? Perhaps. With Amanda, my body had certainly learned that good things always came after "punishments".

"Come here, Nash." Amanda's voice was rough and smoky. I straightened up from the table, turned to face her and she took me in her arms, pulling me close and soothing my sore cheeks with her touch. Then she took one of my hands down between us, pulled up that leather skirt and inserted my middle two fingers into her slippery wetness. I dared to caress her clit briefly and she pushed against my fingers in response.

"Taste." I pushed my fingers deep inside her and then brought them to my mouth, savoring the flavor of her. I knew our games got Amanda off just as much as me. She drew me to her lips for a breathy kiss, tasting herself on my tongue. My body melted into hers and she held me firmly, possessively, gently teasing my lips with hers. I felt her pelvis push against my cock, acknowledging its presence. The cool leather of her skirt felt good against my nakedness. As we kissed, Amanda pulled my ass cheeks apart and trailed a finger up my crack, producing an involuntary gasp when she paused to tease my anus. I so wanted it.

Her next words were a surprise, spoken in a whisper. "Touch me." That was my permission to unclasp my hands from behind my back and explore Amanda's soft loveliness...within limits. In times past I had been clumsy and too eager, going straight to her nipples and crotch. The paddle had fallen hard on those occasions. Through trial and error (and let's face it, even the errors had pleasant outcomes) Amanda had basically trained me to know exactly what she liked. And no matter how wet she was she liked a slow start. I ran my fingers slowly and sensuously over any place I could find bare skin...the tops of her thighs, her soft bottom, her shoulders and neck, her arms and hands.

Our lips were connected again in another kiss, my head tilted up to hers. The way she held me, her height in those heels and her confidence all combined to turn me buttery soft inside, utterly willing to do as she pleased. Being subjugated for Amanda's pleasure rocked my world in a way I had a hard time explaining to myself. I wasn't into humiliation. The most pain I was into was a good spanking to warm up my bottom. But the thought of basically being Amanda's bitch, to do with as she pleased? That was a kick I never tired of.

I trusted her with my willingness. And parts of me emerged with Amanda that surfaced in no other way. Writhing, ecstatic, impossibly hot parts. Gone was Nash the CEO, Nash the guy in charge, Nash the Head Honcho and the Craving, Nasty Nash appeared. My kink drawer was open, I enjoyed my spankings and looked forward to obeying every command Amanda gave me, shamelessly. Because she knew me...all of me.

My hands soothed and caressed her soft skin, lifting her skirt and tracing circles on her smooth, round butt. She sighed in pleasure and pushed against me a little harder, rolling her hips rhythmically. I felt her take my hand and push my fingers back inside her wetness, and I zeroed in on her g-spot, another thing she'd trained me to do. As our endless kiss continued, my hand and her hips created a nice rhythm for a lovely slice of time. The head of my stiff cock rubbed against her thigh, teasing me. Amanda moved away slowly and reluctantly, leaving me with cock waving and hands that returned to their position behind my back, with no soft curves to touch...but not until after I'd licked her juices from my fingers.

Draining her glass of champagne, she turned and smiled at me. "On the table, Nash." Yes! I loved it when she let me lay on the table. It had been a long time since we played that way. I took the pillows, placed them under my hips and lay face down. Ass presented for your pleasure, Ma'am, I thought. I flexed my ass cheeks for show. Her teasing earlier had been a clue -- it was an ass night.

So right when I thought I knew what was happening, Amanda threw in a twist. A silk scarf came around my face. I lifted my head slightly to allow her to tie it snugly into place over my eyes. Damn. Now I was Amanda's blindfolded bitch. The alliteration was not lost on me, even with my rear in the air, hard cock pushing in to the pillows and my ass still hot and sore. I laughed a little giggle of nervousness.




Power Play



Alex couldn't stop thinking about Serena. The paperwork below her was an unintelligible mess; her computer screen was a blur. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Serena's bound body, writhing on the bed as she exploded with orgasms. Every beautiful facet of that experience was tantalizing her in that moment. All desire beforehand, tempered in comparatively tame fucking, built up to an excruciating release. 

This is insane, she thought. I need to focus. Fuck.

She squinted at the screen, trying to focus on the sentence. Her eyes passed over the word "own." She had to take a deep breath as the memory flooded her. Serena, of her own volition complete, not probed or subtly coerced at all by Alex, who hadn't even considered broaching even the concept for a long while yet, looking up into Alex's eyes, telling her Alex owned her, that she was hers completely, in every way, in every moment. 

Alex didn't think she had ever come harder, and it took a bit before it dawned on her that nothing said during sex was a contract. She wasn't going to, couldn't, treat Serena any differently. But that didn't resolve her heartbeat resounding in her skull at the thought of Serena satisfying her deepest urges so completely and resolutely. 

She hadn't seen her yet today, which made her anxious. She didn't know what would seize her in that moment. 

When she finally ventured out of her office, she felt relieved to not see Serena in her usual spot. The relief was quickly replaced with concern. Did she not come in today? Was she regretting the other night? An anxiety began to take ahold of Alex. 

She was about to ask her secretary, who was so buried in her work she hadn't even noticed her, before that laugh made her pause. 

From the left corridor emerged Serena and another girl whom Alex could barely register. For one terrifying moment, she felt her sense of control evaporate. Serena's small, lithe body was hugged perfectly by a small white dress, with a high, girlishly rounded black color. The childish design belied the devastating way the fabric clung to Serena's ass, something she knew was paralyzing to Alex. She flipped her hair over her should as she threw her head back and laughed, in that moment, she made eye contact with Alex, holding it for one knowing moment, before turning forward again as though it had never happened, not one faltered step or hesitant movement. 

It was calculated, Alex could tell. Serena knew what the all-white ensemble would do to her, how turned on she was by that virginal innocence in its demure distortions. She also knew Alex was vulnerable from the prior night, still reeling. She had to have known. 

The thought of her being that cunning made Alex feel almost weak from fury and desire. 

"Oh!" Her secretary's sudden cry made her jump. "I didn't see you standing there! Good morning, Miss Ivanov." 

A few other people said good morning, which Alex returned with a distant grumble, but Serena was now too far. Alex spotted her by the bathroom, talking to the same girl, leaning against the wall in such a way that made her body look incredible. 

"Valerie, do me a favor?" said Alex, forcing herself to look away. She began nonchalantly playing with her tie. "Tell Serena to come to my office in a few minutes? I think I'm going to get her started on some other duties today. I have a canceled meeting, so I can train her. You don't have to worry about that." 

Valerie smiled gratefully. "I'll have her to you soon."

"Thank you. And don't let anyone distract us - I'd like to get it done in a timely manner. If you need me, call."

Alex returned to her desk, leaning forward as she massaged her temples, trying to calm her nerves. She had no idea what she felt compelled to do. Her eyes widened as a realization came over her: Serena had the final say in how things would play out. The lack of power Alex had over the one thing that was consuming her entirely was disconcerting, to say the least. The idea that Serena could possibly be toying with her in her own bratty way, acknowledging the power she held over Alex, was alarming yet strangely exciting. Alex normally disliked the unexpected, and definitely hated being challenged, but there was something infuriatingly sexy about this.

There was a soft knock at her door. Only Serena knocked like that, quiet and intimate. It made Alex tremble for a moment. 

The door opened, and Serena slid through, closing it gently behind her.

Alex looked up at her, hoping she looked stoic, and not utterly manic, like she felt. Serena's eyes were wide and curious.

"Alena said you were going to train me?" she said, with affected obliviousness. Alex pursed her lips and leaned back in her chair, her knees spread. She quickly decided she wasn't going to play along.

"Come here." 

Serena looked genuinely surprised. Her mouth hung open, but she complied. She stopped right beside Alex, her hands clasped together, hanging in front of her. 

Alex looked up at her, still for a moment, before aggressively pulling her towards her by the waist, holding her with both hands. Serena let out a small cry, her hands coming apart, landing on Alex's shoulders. 

Alex rested her forehead on Serena's stomach, breathing heavily, trying to contain herself. None of the things she wanted to do were viable in the moment.

A chuckle escaped her throat as Serena hands drifted to the nape of her neck, gently tugging at the short locks of hair. It was a small thing that Alex never thought Serena noticed she liked so much, but now she was certain that Serena was adding insult to injury, fully aware of Alex's predicament. In that moment, the tables felt completely turned. She was afraid to look up, worried she's see Serena smiling.

"What's wrong?" asked Serena, her voice small. Alex looked up. Although her face was somber, her eyes seemed excited. Alex couldn't help but wonder if she was seeking to be punished, put in her place. 

Alex leisurely caressed Serena's side with one hand, hungrily absorbing Serena's figure up close, tracing each dip and curve with one finger. 

"Here?" Serena questioned, her voice small and shaky. 

"Did you think I would allow myself to be tortured from afar all day?" 

Alex gently thumbed the fabric of the dress between two fingers. Serena's face reddened, and she looked away. Alex noticed a small smiling playing on the corners of her mouth, her eyelids heavy with bliss, an expression she knew so well. 

She felt her blood rush to her head as she let out a groan, suddenly overcome with desire, her fingers nimbly and forcefully pulling Serena's dress up, ravenously kissing each newly bared sliver of skin, Serena throwing her head back and stifling a strangled moan with the back of one hand as the other squeezed the hair at the nape of Alex's neck, pulling hard. 

Alex was dimly aware of the fact that Serena was winning, relishing in seeing Alex succumb utterly to desire, worshipping her blindly. It admittedly felt so good, and for about a minute, Alex wallowed in the defeat, tasting her everywhere, kissing her clit tenderly over the cloth, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of her face as she forced herself to withhold from tearing it out of the way. 

Finally, she pulled away with painstaking self-discipline. Her other urges were becoming harder to ignore. 

But she needed to know it was okay - it was too new, and she didn't want to do irrevocable damage. 

At the same time, Serena had to know her dilemma. She wasn't dumb. She was almost gloating. She craved the attention, wanted to see Alex helpless to her.

She was enjoying this, Alex realized.

She would eventually give in. She wanted this too; Alex could feel it. But she was going to savor this for as long as it lasted. 

Serena bit her lip, looking deliriously happy. She dragged her nails up and down Alex's neck, who let out a long, resigned sigh. She opted for the simple solution. She asked Serena what she wanted. 

"I told you last night," Serena said. "I meant every word."

Alex could have cried.

"So," she ventured cautiously, "you're mine to punish." She made sure to state it. 

"Did I do something wrong?" 

"You knew what you were doing."

Serena shook her head coyly.

"You're trying to drive me crazy. I can see through everything you're doing. But you have no idea who you're dealing with. I can be crueler than you can possibly imagine. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Serena looked hypnotized as she nodded. 

"Because I'm going to punish you for this, if you open that door. Do you want that?"

Serena nodded quickly, her eyes pleading. 

Alex smiled as the familiar ecstasy of full control surged through her. 

"Get down on your knees."

Serena immediately complied, sinking between Alex's legs. Alex wished she had her strap-on. She wanted to see Serena's lips around her, her eyes wide and tearing, and most of all, sorry - very fucking sorry. That could wait till later, she thought. 

She immediately reached behind her, feeling around blindly. Something fell over on her desk, but she didn't care to check what. Finally, she slipped in her hand into one of the drawers, fumbling for a moment until she withdrew a plain black handkerchief. She looked at the door for a moment, suddenly realizing her surroundings. She licked her lips and looked down at Serena, whose chest was heaving quietly, and fell back into the moment. 

Alex leaned down, her face resting over Serena's shoulder as she tied her wrists behind her back. 

"To teach you a lesson," she said, "I'm going to get my fix quickly, and you won't."

Serena whimpered, a bit too loudly for Alex's comfort. Alex clamped her hand of her mouth and began pulling down her underwear.

"Get these off," she hissed, Serena hurrying to wriggle out of them.

Alex stuffed it into Serena's mouth, pushing it deep down her throat, gagging her a bit.

"Stay quiet," she said. "Let's make a deal, okay?"

Serena began to say yes, but Alex brought her finger to her lips. 

"You are not allowed to make a sound. Nod or shake your head. That's all you're allowed to do. Are you ready to hear your deal?"

Serena nodded, breathing heavily with her crumpled underwear spilling out of her mouth. 

"I'm going to play with you. If you can manage not to make a single noise, you can come. If you make a noise, even a small one, you won't get to come for the rest of the day."

Alex knew it would be impossible for Serena, but she looked almost hopeful as she wriggled her torso, aching to be touched. 

Alex brought her fingers down here, softly caressing, grazing her clit. Serena's breathing was faint, but she didn't make any noise. Alex almost felt sorry for Serena as she dragged on, adding to the mounting pleasure. 

She plunged a finger in deep, and Serena let out a quick but audible moan. She gasped as Alex drew away, smiling triumphantly. Serena looked horrified.

"No," she begged, her voice warbled by the underwear.

Alex pulled the cloth out of her mouth, shoving it into her pocket. She grabbed Serena by back of her hair, and caressed her cheek with her other hand. 

"You're going to get me off, and then you're going to go back out there, and be ignored for the rest of the day. That's your punishment. Not exciting for you, but I'm going to be loving your misery. And this isn't about what you want. Okay?"

Serena shook her head up and down. Alex smacked her.

"Say yes sir."

"Yes sir."

"I want you under the desk, like a good little girl." 

Serena crawled under the desk, her head right between Alex's legs, waiting eagerly. Alex drew forward and pressed herself against Serena's mouth, rolling her head back as Serena's tongue began to trace circles over her pants. She wouldn't be able to stand keeping them on, but it was too risky to take them off.

Her concerns melted as she lost herself to what Serena was doing. Her mouth dropped in amazement as she gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. 

"Fuck," she cried, her mouth buried into her sleeve. "What are you doing...?"

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door. Alex immediately straightened up, flattening her suit, detachedly ruffling a few papers on her desk. Serena was quiet underneath her.

"Come in," she called out, trying to keep her voice level. 

She sighed in relief when Valerie walked in. She could stay seated. 

"Sorry, I was trying to call but, um... your phone is disconnected?"

She followed Valerie's line of vision to her phone, the receiver laying on its back, off the hook. Alex simply placed it back on the hook and smiled at Valerie.

"And what is it is so important?" she asked.

"Um, well," Valerie began. At that moment, Alex felt Serena's lips against her inner thigh. Her face twitched, but she willed herself not to move a muscle.

Valerie was still speaking, undeterred. "...And he called to cancel that meeting, so that's cleared up this Friday. He wanted me to ask you about the Delancey thing - were you guys still on for next week?"

Serena's tongue was going farther and farther up. Alex had to cover her hand with her mouth.

"Yes, of course we are," she said.

"Okay... Um, are you feeling okay?"

Serena was now directly over her clit, languorously moving it up and down. Alex pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling her whole face go numb.

"I, I mean you know, I just... This morning was..." Fuck, I can't think straight. She casually slipped one hand underneath her and grabbed Serena's hair, pulling tightly. The pressure ceased for a moment. 

"Too much caffeine, not enough to eat today." 

Valerie nodded, still looking a bit concerned. 

"Do you want me to get you lunch?"

"I was just going to go in a bit actually. Thank you."

Serena's tongue resumed its prior rhythm. Alex buried her face in her hands, her mouth wide open as a spasm of pre-orgasmic pleasure shuddered through her. 

"Where is Serena?" asked Valerie, looking around in confusion. 

"Bathroom," said Alex quickly. "You must have missed her. Lock your door on the way out? I need to be alone. Really.. not feeling well..." 

Valerie cast one more concerned look at Alex before closing and locking the door behind her. 

The moment the door click into place, Alex rolled back a bit, dragging Serena with her by the hair. 

Serena's fingers dug into Alex's knees, her mouth still working furiously.

"Don't stop," Alex rasped, "god don't stop." 

Serena arched her back, sticking her round ass in the air. The sight of it caused Alex's legs to go rigid, her neck to fall back, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she came, almost reduced to whimpering by the end of it as she tried to keep quiet behind her jacket sleeve. 

She lay there for a minute, panting, absent-mindedly petting Serena with one hand. 

"You're fucking crazy," Alex said after a while, gaping at her. 

Serena merely bit her lip, staring up at her as though possessed. 

"If you were anyone else I would call this off," Alex continued, realizing, as she spoke, the hold this girl had over her. 

"You just risked me my job," Alex said. She was incredulous. "I should kick you out, right now. Fire you."

Serena stared at her for a few moments. She knew they were empty threats. She knew Alex was too addicted to her, too enthralled by where she'd lead her. 

Serena rose slowly, adjusting her dress over her thighs before slipping onto Alex's lap, straddling her. She looked down at Alex, who still looked discontent. 

"I'm sorry my love," she murmured, cupping Alex's face in her hands. Alex's eyes closed, her expression softening. "You drive me crazy. I can't think straight." She began to massage Alex's shoulders. Alex responded with a contended sigh, visibly relaxing her posture. 

"I don't like not being in control," she said, almost as if thinking aloud. "You toy with how much I want you."

Serena laughed. "You sound like you don't know how badly I want you. I'd do anything." She hung her head, looking down at Alex, their noses almost touching. Serena's long hair fell around them, toppling over Alex's shoulders. 

Alex had a dumbfounded look on her face, like she was lost for words. 

"I am your toy. Your pet. Your little girl." Serena's finger tips softly danced down Alex's heaving chest. "Your angel. Your slave. Yours. Completely. Yours to punish when my penchant for teasing goes too far." Her hand wrapped around Alex's tie, pulling her up, catching her mouth in hers.

Alex reached up and tenderly took hold of Serena's hands, weaving her fingers into hers as she gently kissed her back. 

"Come home with me tonight," Alex said, breaking away. Serena kissed her again, shaking her head in affirmation. 

Alex didn't want to part, but eventually Serena had to slide off her lap, put her underwear back on, the both of them tweaking the other's appearance, attempting the futile task of eliminating all traces of orgasmic satiation. 

"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you tonight," said Alex as she watched Serena make her way towards the door. 

Serena smiled sweetly as she opened the door. "I can say the same to you, my dear," and shut the door behind her.

She was intolerable, insufferable, and bratty, and for some reason, Alex was completely intoxicated by the challenge. 



Power Play



"Please don't wait up for me Richard. I am putting in some overtime and I don't know what time I will be home."

It was the fourth time in two weeks that my wife Sharon had worked overtime. I really could not protest because we needed the money. The school where I taught for over ten years had been forced to cut back and I became another victim of the downsizing craze that seemed to be sweeping the island.

"So how are you getting home? I can come and pick you up when you are done."

We were the proud owners of a fairly new Suzuki Vitara jeep which had been bought cash three months before I was downsized. I had used up most of my savings to buy the jeep so I was cash strapped. The severance pay I receive from my job went to clear off most of our outstanding bills. 

My unemployment cheques went straight toward paying our monthly mortgage leaving me as broke as the Greek economy. Compounding my situation was the fact that the depressed economic times we were living in did not hold out much hope of a new job in any hurry. 

My wife Sharon was being forced to shoulder more and more responsibilities each month. She is not the kind of woman who complained about money matters but I knew that I could not expect her to bear such heavy financial burdens indefinitely. 

My frustration with the situation was showing up in some innocuous ways so far but I knew that things in our home could eventually turn toxic if the situation did not improve in a few months. The words of a popular calypso kept ringing in my ears about the relationship between love and money.

Sharon did not share much in common with the woman in the calypso song who incessantly berated her man for his lack of ability to provide for her. You can't love without money was the repeated refrain of the woman. Who could disagree with the woman when she reminded the man that you can't make love on a hungry belly?

We were nowhere close to the hungry belly stage but I was beginning to notice some faint changes in Sharon bedroom decorum. Slowly but noticeably the sexy t-strings were being replaced by what I like to call utility panties. Negligees are becoming like Hailey's comet. I am being forced to wait a long time to see them and when they appear they fill up the night for a brief period.

Sharon hesitated before answering my question.

"We have a lot of work to do here which will take us well after ten o'clock. I will get someone to drop me off when we are done."

I could remember the early days in our marriage when I camped out a few nights in the parking lot of her work place waiting to take my new bride home. It was a pleasure back then and it would have been a pleasure now as well. Truth is I love Sharon madly. 

Born into a family of privilege, most of her friends thought she was having a nervous breakdown when she announced her plans to marry me. Sharon stuck to her guns and dismissed all the concerns of her friends and relatives as inconsequential. I was the man of her choice and that was the end of it. Anyone who objected could plant their lips on her rear end.

What's not to love about a woman like that? I can truthfully say I have no regrets marrying Sharon. To date she had given me no reason to doubt her sincerity or her fidelity. 

Sharon had literally gone out on a ledge for me and I was willing to do the same for her. If someone were to tell me that Sharon was cheating on me I would doubt them until I saw the evidence with my own eyes. I was not being naive in trusting my wife implicitly she simply was so above petty deception.

Sharon had always struck me to be the type of woman who would be very open if she ever decided to have an affair. She had once joked about having a man over and forcing me to watch her getting fucked. I must confess that the thought of another man fucking Sharon terrifies me. 

Daily she is surrounded by all those high flyer alpha male types who would no doubt consider it the highlight of their fucking careers if they could get between Sharon's legs. We sometimes joke about some of the most outrageous offers made to her by the men she worked with.

"Babes are you sure you don't want me to pick you up? You can call me when you are done and I will come for you."

Under normal circumstances I would have let it go but I was feeling a little insecure and vulnerable. Maybe if she had mentioned a female friend as the one who would have brought her home I would have agreed and let the matter rest. The thought of a walking cock driving my sexy wife home in the dead of night did not inspire me with the greatest confidence.

"Richard, I said I will be alright. There is no need for you to break up your sleep or for you to leave home at that hour when I can easily get a ride home." 

In our five years of marriage I can count the number of times Sharon has called me Richard. I was Ritchie to her except on those few occasions when she was either upset or something serious was about to go down. 

In my mind I was simply being a good husband to my wife. There was nothing for her to become upset about. For the first time in our married life I got the feeling that something bad was about to happen. I decided right there and then that I wanted to find out what my wife was up to.

Spying on Cathy was not the kind of thing I would normally do but I could not shake the feeling that she was being less than forthright about her plans for the night. My favourite television shows were all detective shows so I was well schooled in the fine art of stakeouts and surveillance.

Being a technology buff, I had invested or as Sharon would say, wasted hundreds of dollars in all kinds of high tech equipment. I had spent fifteen hundred dollars on a high definition digital camcorder that could record is near darkness. The digital zoom lens provided excellent night vision allowing me to record events from a distance.

A Chinese site on the internet had offered an irresistible deal on a multipurpose night vision monocular with 1X zoom. I had tested both my toys at the beach one night and was more than impressed by the clarity of the vision and the night recording ability. If Sharon was up to anything tonight I had the tools to help me see anything she might want to keep hidden in the dark. 

"Ok babes since you won't be in early I may go by a sports bar and watch some football to kill some time. I will see you when you get home."

An old friend once told me that I should never become too predictable because predictability made it easy for people to plan their strategy against you. I wanted Sharon to know that I would be on the streets so she would have to figure that into whatever plans she might have had.

It was approaching 8:00 pm when I dressed and headed over to the home of my best friend Michael. We had agreed to switch vehicles for a few hours to facilitate me in my surveillance activities. There were friends who would help you move and there were friends who would help you move a body. Michael fitted in to the latter group in my books.

He greeted me at the door with a large grin on his face.

"You must think you are James Fucking Bond going to spy on Sharon with all that night vision shit you have in that bag." 

In a twisted way I was happy for the opportunity to give my surveillance equipment a real test run. I did not know what I would discover as the night progressed but I consoled myself that knowledge was power and any knowledge I gained tonight would help me should I have to make any hard decisions.

"Don't give me that crap Michael. You have followed Margaret on more than one occasion to see what she was up to." 

Michael went on the defensive. His wife Margaret had left him over two years ago. She had been cheating with the principal at the school where she and I worked until the downsizing. It was ironic that I had been the whistle blower bringing the affair to his attention.

"If my memory serves me correctly, you were the motherfucker who put me up to following her cheating ass."

I had been monitoring Margaret's movement at school for weeks prior to sharing the information with Michael. Margaret and the principal would leave school together at least twice a week. I had followed them a few times and had become familiar with some of their lunchtime tryst hideouts.

"Hey I was not about to let her punk you out like that. We are boys and we boys have to look out for each other." 

Michael and I pounded our fist together in solidarity. "Thanks man. That bitch had me fooled real well. I hope she is happy with that old Methuselah looking son of a whore." 

We exchanged car keys and I drove off in the direction of my wife's work place. I entered the car park searching for the right spot to park. I doubted that Sharon would be able to pick out Michael's car in the darkened car park but I was not taking any chances.

At that time of the night everyone exits the building through the front door. I chose a spot that gave me a great view of the front of the building. If Sharon came out the building I could not miss her.

Sharon is the senior marketing manager at her workplace which is located on the outskirts of Bridgetown. She was one of three women who had risen to senior positions in the company. My wife loves her job and throws herself into her work with great passion.

Overtime for Sharon usually meant that she would be at the office up to 9:00 pm. Depending on the clients she was dealing with the rest of the evening would include some kind of social activity at a bar or restaurant. I looked at my watched and noted that it was 9:05. The trip to Michael's home and the journey to Sharon's workplace had taken longer than I had anticipated. There was no way for me to know if Sharon had left the office early for some social event. 

I adjusted the seat and made myself comfortable as I waited to see who would be coming out the door. I did not have long to wait. I heard the clattering of voices before I actually saw the group of women who exited the building. I ducked my head to the level of the window and watched the group. 

There was no sign of Sharon anywhere. The size of the group suggested that work was done for most if not all those who had stayed on for the evening. Sharon was in senior management so I expected that she would have to stick around a little longer than most of the others.

From what I had heard, this was the time when most after hour office fucking occurred. As most of the worker left the building, a window of opportunity was created for the few who were left behind. I closed my eyes as if to shut out the image of my wife sitting on a desk with her tight skirt raised exposing her legs and crotch while some lusty alpha male knelt before her with his head buried between her legs.

My breath became erratic as I thought about how carefree and wild Sharon became when I sucked her pussy. That was her favourite part of making love. I could not recall Sharon ever saying no to me going down between her legs. She was often the aggressor and would forcefully push my head against her crotch. 

I was tempted to enter the building and go from room to room in search of my wife. I could always tell security that my wife had asked me to come up to her office. Most of the security personnel knew me so getting in would be no problem. Sharon had asked me not to come so I knew that entering the building was out of the question. I settled in the seat and resigned myself to waiting. Stakeouts on television usually looked so cool but in reality I was discovering that they were really tedious affairs bordering on extremely boring. 

Fifteen minute had passed since the first group had exited the building. In the universe of sex, fifteen minutes was a lot of time. Risky sex always tended to be shorter than other forms of sexual contact. High risk added to the high intensity of the contact usually produced speedy results. 

For all I knew my wife could be bending over some table in the office with her ass gyrating vigorously while one of her colleagues rammed her wet cunt with his hard cock. What if this was the price Sharon had to pay for her success. Getting ahead in the corporate world was challenging and Sharon was definitely a rising star.

My mind shifted to a movie I had watched recently where a woman was force to fuck all the managers at her workplace to secure a promotion. The woman was smart, attractive, and very ambitious. She paid her due by pleasing upper management and was rewarded with the position she desired. I remembered thinking about Sharon while watching the movie. She was smart, attractive, ambitious, and now thanks to me very vulnerable. As the sole bread winner in the family Sharon needed to maintain her job. The men she worked for were like sharks and I was certain they were smelling blood in the water already.

The door at the front of the building opened again. Sharon finally exited the building but she was not alone. Her companion was at least six feet tall with broad athletic looking shoulders. His light brown complexion and soft curly hair suggested that he might have been one of the South American directors of the company. 

I had lost count of the number of trips Sharon made to Columbia and other South American countries. As a marketing specialist her skills were very much in demand all over the Caribbean and South America. She turned down as many overseas assignments as she accepted. Company meetings however were compulsory for her. 

I watched as the stranger led my wife to a black BMW parked in the reserved section of the car park. The stranger walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Sharon. He placed his hand around Sharon's waist as he ushered her into the car then closed the door.

The engine of the BMW came to life and the stranger headed out the car park with me hot in pursuit. This was my first attempt at tailing someone in car. It was not as easy as it looked in the movies. I cursed as I was forced to stop at a traffic light allowing the BMW to put some distance between us. My advantage was that I knew the terrain better than the driver of the BMW. There were two sets of traffic lights on the southern coast road leading out of the city. I increased my speed to make sure I would be able to beat the second set of traffic lights. 

I approached the second traffic light doing 80 mph with my eyed glued to the black BMW which was indicating for a right turn. The turn off would lead to one of the finest hotels in the island and a number of upscale restaurants. It would also lead to a favourite lover's lane by the beach as well.

I was somewhat relieved when the BMW sped past the turn of for the lover's lane and headed towards the plush hotel located at the end of the road. I pulled over by the side of the road as the BMW came to a halt in the hotel parking lot. 

I figured there were a number of possible outcomes here tonight. The stranger probably had a room at the hotel where he would take Sharon and fuck her for as long as he wanted. Another possibility was that they would have a quiet meal at the hotel's restaurant then he would take her somewhere else to fuck or he would bring my wife home.

My heart sank as the stranger got out the car and opened the passenger side of the car for my wife. The business skirt suit she wore to work that morning was gone. Sharon was now dressed in a close fitting black dress than clung to her shapely figure like an excited lover who had no intention of letting go. I had never seen my wife in that dress before.

My wife had somehow managed to slip out of her work clothes and into what looked more like a man baiting suit. The stranger held her hand in the air while my wife did a spin for him showing off her fleshy ass and curvy hips.

The knowledge that my wife had stripped in the presence of this stranger did not sit down very well with me. The familiar way in which he touched her as they walked towards the lobby of the hotel made the hair on my neck stand on edge. 

My wife undressing in the presence of this stranger may have been nerve wracking but it was positive confirmation that the stranger did not have a room at the hotel. They would have been no need for Sharon to change in the car if they were heading for a suite in the hotel.

I exited the car and walked in the direction of the hotel lobby keeping them in my sight for as long as I could. There were several dining spots in the hotel but the main one was located on the second floor. Sharon and the stranger were standing by the door of the elevator with their back to me. I watched in disbelief as the tall stranger ran his hand over my wife's shapely ass. Sharon made no attempt to stop him as they stepped into the elevator. As the door closed behind them I saw the stranger pull Sharon to him and kissed her on the lips.

I wanted to follow them to the second floor but I decided to play it safe and maintain my cover. From experience I knew that people got more adventurous on a full stomach. If Sharon and the stranger had plans of fucking tonight it would happen after they had eaten.

I knew my wife well enough to know that she would go for something daring like a moonlight walk on the beach and a public fuck. Sharon was a risk taker whose antics sometimes took me to the outer edges of my sanity and endurance.

I went back to the car and took a seat trying to decide what my next move would be. I figured it would be best to simply wait in the car until Sharon and the stranger reappeared. From what I had seen so far I knew that Sharon had crossed the line with this stranger. Just how far she was prepared to go was anyone's guess.

Sharon and I had been married for five years but we were in a settled relationship for eight. I have done my share of flirting during that time but I can honestly say that the thought of actually cheating on Sharon had never been seriously entertained. Sharon was unpredictable and exciting and I felt lucky to have her in my life.

My parking spot gave me a great view of the beach. If Sharon and her companion ventured out of the hotel and on to the beach I would have a front row seat. For the first time since I left home I stopped to enjoy the beauty of a moon lit night augmented by the beach and the water nearby. Moonlit nights on the beach have always had a mesmerising effect on me. Sharon and I made it a habit of visiting a popular late night beach spot called the hot pot because of the warm water which flowed from a power plant through a tunnel and into the open sea. The hot pot was probably the favourite late night fucking spot on the island.

I could see silhouettes of lovers in the water at various points along the length of the beach. I took the monocular and focused it on the nearest couple. The zoom feature brought the couple so close that it seem as though I could reach out and touch the naked breasts of the woman who was bouncing happily up and down on the man as he and the water supported her body.

My mind went back to the last time I fucked Sharon at the beach. That night she had been in great form. She was so horny that she actually begged me to stick my cock up her ass. It was a rare treat for me to slide my hard cock up my wife's asshole while other couples in the water pretended not to notice what we were doing or were too busy getting their own groove on as well.

Sharon kept urging me to fuck her ass harder and harder until I reached the point of no return and shot a load of warm sperm up her asshole. She literally dragged me out the water and up the beach where she forced my head between her legs and made sure that I licked her salty cunt until she reached two explosive orgasms. 

My cock was hard by the time she had gotten enough of my tongue on her cunt so we went back into the water and fucked in every position we could think up until her pussy got a little sore probably from some grains of sand which got into her cunt while I was eating her. 




Power Play



The woman in the water turned her back to the man allowing him to enter her from behind. That was Sharon's favourite fucking position in the water. She loved that position because I could reach between her legs and rub her clit with one hand while I caressed her breasts with the other. 

Further up the beach I could see another couple who were far more adventurous. The man was standing over the woman who was kneeling in the water with most of her upper body visible. I watched in fascination as the man slid his long cock in and out the woman's eager mouth.

Here was a man after my heart. He was clearly performing for all who cared to watch. This was public fucking in all its glory. The man placed both hands on the woman's head and continued fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm. I did not know the profession of the woman but she seemed to have all the basic skills needed to be an excellent sword swallower. Even in the darkness it was clear that the man was very well endowed and that she was well versed in the art of cock swallowing. 

I tried to focus on another couple but the monocular seemed to have exhausted it zooming potential with the second couple. The third couple were nothing more than a distant silhouette. Their closeness in the water created a rich field for my imagination. Maybe the woman had her legs wrapped around the man's waist while he pounded her pussy under water.

Fucking in water was by far the most enjoyable way to fuck standing up. The increased buoyancy of the human body in water made it possible to fuck in a standing position for long periods of time. My personal record was close to an hour but I am certain I could go longer if required.

My mind wandered back to Sharon and her companion. I had been to the hotel restaurant a few times with Sharon and I knew that the lighting and the positioning of some tables made intimacy a distinct possibility. On one occasion in the restaurant Sharon had disappeared under the table to give me one of the most memorable blowjobs I have ever had. 

Perhaps Sharon had sucked my cock better before and after but the sheer audacity of her sucking my cock under the table in a crowded restaurant made the experience the sort of thing that was etched in my memory bank as an event never to be forgotten. She wanted me to reciprocate but so far the opportunity has not presented itself. I am open to the idea of sucking my wife's pussy in public.

I wondered if Sharon would take the stranger to our favourite seat and invite him to run his hand up her leg and inside her panty to caress her hot wet cunt. Maybe the stranger would get to taste my wife's cunt under the table before I did. My reading of the situation however suggested that it would more likely be Sharon who would end up under the table. The stranger clearly was in the primary position of power. He was in a position to make Sharon's life much easier so it was logical that Sharon would be the one more likely to take on a subservient role. This was how the corporate power game was played. The weaker pleasured the stronger in exchange for greater power. As power increased so did the number of playthings. 

Sharon was this man's plaything but she would be handsomely rewarded for playing the game with him. My jealousy was already past critical point but in a sense I was glad that Sharon had chosen to play the game with someone whom I would not be seeing on a regular basis. 

Not only was the stranger tall and handsome but his connections would be help to advance Sharon's career. I had mixed feelings about what this new development would mean for our marriage. In spite of everything going on I still loved my wife and wanted to continue being married to her. I just wondered if I was open minded enough to deal with her having an affair with one of her superiors.

I could always do what most men in my position did. There was no shortage of women out there for me to fuck and console myself with. My wife had just given me a get some free pussy coupon which I could cash in at my discretion. I was in no hurry to do that however. I wanted to see just how skilful Sharon was at playing the corporate power game.

If she volunteered to tell me about tonight's activities that would change the complexion of the situation. We would talk about it and decide together how we would deal with the new development in our relationship. If she chose to conceal her indiscretion it would be open season and I definitely would be on the hunt for new pussy.

I looked my watch again and mentally registered that it was 10:47. The minutes seemed to be ticking away very slowly. I was startled momentarily by the ringtone on my cell phone. That was a cardinal mistake made by a surveillance rookie. Cell phones should always be on silent when tailing a target.

I placed the phone to my ears and answered. I was a little surprise to hear Sharon's voice at the other end of the line. 

"Hi babes how is work going?"

I wanted to see if she would be less tan truthful about her present location.

"Work is done officially but I have some loose ends to tie up with one of our South American directors. I am at a restaurant on the south coast and should be here for about another hour."

It is a strange thing the way the human mind works. For the very first time I found myself listening to my wife's breathing pattern. It must have been my over stimulated imagination that made me think that Sharon was breathing heavier than she should have been.

My mind immediately went straight into the gutter. What if the stranger had a finger or two up Sharon's cunt as she talked with me? He could even be under the table sinking his tongue in my wife's wet pussy while she talked with me on the phone.

"Sounds like you are hard at work over there. You are breathing really heavy."

Sharon laughed into the phone then she was silent for a few seconds.

"I am perfectly relaxed. It is the food that has me all excited. I am really enjoying it." 

I tried to raise my mind from the depth to which it had descended. Maybe Sharon was simply out having a meal with a hot blooded Hispanic who was being overly amorous with her. The kissing and ass grabbing might simply be a cultural thing. The night was making me paranoid. 

There was a loud noise in the phone and another break in our conversation.

"Sorry babes but someone just bounced me and knocked the phone from my hand."

My paranoia kicked in again. Maybe Sharon just had an off the charts orgasm which led to her dropping the phone on to the floor. The thought of my wife having her cunt licked to an orgasm by her companion while she talked with me on the phone was too much for me to take.

I had reached my breaking point and I just wanted to get as far from the hotel as I could. It finally dawned on me that I did not want to know if my wife fucked this tall handsome stranger. I felt it would be better for all concerned if I did not know for certain. 

"Ok sugar pie. Enjoy whatever you are doing and I will see you when you get home."

The words were out my mouth before I could clearly think about what I was saying. Here I was telling my sexy, exciting wife who seemed game for some action on the side with a handsome stranger to enjoy whatever she was doing. That amounted to a permission slip for Sharon to do whatever she wanted to do with her companion.

"You are such a darling. I will tell you everything about my night when I get home if you are still up. Love you baby."

Sharon blew me a kiss on the phone and she was gone leaving me with my dark thoughts and foul mood. I started the car and reversed into the road that led to the lover's lane. I figured that if I stuck around and things went the way I felt they would go there was a distinct possibility that things would get nasty between me and the stranger.

He was bigger than I was but a sneak attack could shift the advantage in my favour. I did not like the idea of getting into a physical confrontation with this stranger. Plus I was thinking of the fall out for Sharon. She had her reasons for doing what she was doing. Sharon was no giddy headed fool who would give away her pussy to every tall handsome stranger she met.

I made a right turn and headed further up the coast road in the direction of the historic Garrison Savannah, the home of horse racing in Barbados. I had a devil on my shoulder whispering some very obscene thoughts into my mind. I took a short left which took me on to the infamous Bush Hill, the premier red light district in Barbados.

The ladies of horizontal pleasures were out in full forces already. As I entered the gap my eyes rested on an impressive looking lady sitting on a wall with her legs spread wide open. Even in the semi darkness it was evident that she was exposing her naked pussy for all to see. 

I guessed that she served as a living advertisement for the commodity that was on sale in abundance in Bush Hill. From what I saw as I drove pass this hard to ignore lady, she had little bush but a whole lot of pussy on display.

I would have taken my hat off to these women of the night if I happened to have been wearing one. The night air was in my opinion quite cold yet these women were walking around in near nude state offering men and women pleasures of every description.

A Chinese looking girl caught my attention. She looked quite young but her body was well developed. Her large breasts protruded in front of her defying gravity the way firm young breasts were suppose to. The devil on my shoulder screamed in my ear that she was the one for me but I drove on examining the rest of the eye candy to be found in abundance in Bush Hill.

I slowed down as I approached two tall girls with a really beautiful dark complexion. I was a firm believer in the maxim which said the darker the berry the sweeter the juice. Dark skin women hold a special fascination for me. I have a friend who is always telling me that the black woman is the mother of all mankind and I am inclined to agree with him. Black women in my humble opinion have the total package structurally.

The two girls turned and began to shake their fleshy asses for my benefit. They were both well endowed is the ass department. I applied the brakes allowing the car to slowly crawl pass the wall where the two women were standing with the hands on the wall and their voluptuous asses gyrating seductively.

"Don't be such a pussy Richard. Take both these women somewhere and fuck them until the break of day."

The devil on my shoulder had a point. Sharon was out doing god knows what with her handsome stranger. For all I knew the two of them could be somewhere in the hotel or on the beach fucking up a literal storm. The raw emotion I was experiencing however made act of fucking another woman unappealing at that moment.

I accelerated the vehicle and headed back towards Michael home. I needed someone to talk to and Michael would be the right person. He had been through the same shit with his ex- wife and would be able to offer me some insight into how to handle the situation. I desperately needed to clear my head.



Power Play



Piers pushed himself away from his desk with a sigh. He stretched his back to try and ease the dull ache that had built up from being sat there for so long. A quick glance at his discrete, gold watch told him that Angela, his wife, would probably kill him when he got home. He sighed again.

"Well, at least it's bloody finished now," he muttered to himself as he gathered up the papers that were strewn across his desk. A quick shuffle into the flimsy, plastic folder and then he placed them in the wall safe that was built in to the wall of his large corner office. He was just putting on his raincoat when the door opened and one of his colleagues, Gloria Swandale strode in. She was startled by his presence and jumped slightly when she saw him.

At Piers' look of polite enquiry she said, "Sorry Toffee. You made me jump, I thought everyone had gone home, otherwise I would have knocked." 

His name was actually Piers Toffington-Smythe, but his old prep school nickname had followed him though Cambridge University, the British Bar Association, Crown Courts and finally over the Atlantic to the New York Firm of Bader, Bader, Van Buren and Jones. Even his wife, Angela addressed him so, either that or Toffee Nose if she was in a playful mood. He also always knew when he was in trouble. If Angela ever called him Piers then he would run for cover.

He had been employed by one of the old, established firms and had made a name for himself as a devastatingly effective defence lawyer, firmly in the mould of the old school. Best of all, in his own opinion, he had met the love of his life when he was working at the Old Bailey in London. Angela was from a different social stratum than his, and Piers' friends had warned him that it would never work. They were wrong. His parents had not been very pleased and his mother in particular had kicked up quite a fuss.

Piers had been forced to warn them not to make him choose between his parents and his fiancée unless they were truly prepared for the consequences. It had taken a while, but his parents finally resigned themselves to a daughter who was not quite their-sort-of-people. Calm and reserved at all times in public. Always immaculately turned out in a dark double-breasted suit and University tie, with the plummy accent that is indicative of a private education in only the most select of schools. To all intents and purposes he looked the archetypal British snob. The appearance was deceptive. He was a down-to-earth man never who judged on first appearances and was far from a snob.

He grinned and asked in his deep, mellow voice, "It's okay. What do you want?"

Gloria strode across to his desk and dropped some paperwork in his in tray.

"I've just finished up on Barnwell v Barnwell. You said you wanted to look over the casework before it was filed."

"Oh, yes, of course. Thank you. Well I can't hang about. Angie's already going to kill me. Bye." With that he hurried from the room and headed down to the underground parking area to his car.

Gloria remained in his office. She still could hear his accent and it grated on her. The way he pronounced 'e' instead of 'a'," she shuddered as she recalled the way he had said, "Thank you."

She looked around the office at the rows of shelves filled with the books of law that were his reference library. The print of Constable's Haywain that covered the safe. She knew it concealed a safe, all of the partners had one. She herself was not yet a partner, Gloria had been hoping for it and indeed had been in the frame to be offered, however that old fool Van Buren had come across Toffington-Smythe during a professional visit to the United Kingdom and after one thing and another, she had been passed over.

It stung.

"Limey bastard," she muttered as she looked around, "This should have been my office."

She ran her slim and perfectly manicured finger along the edge of the mahogany desk and then slipped behind it to sit in his burgundy, leather chair.

Gloria decided that she would take a very keen interest in Piers Toffington-Smythe. A little bit of digging and who knew what a person could find. Especially one as adept as she was, and with all the contacts she had. After all, as her father had once told her, you can never know too much.

Piers pulled his BMW sedan into the parking spot outside the large suburb home he shared with Angie. As he walked up to the front door, he was struck once more by the differences between his life here in America and back home. The sale of his West End Flat had almost covered the entire cost of this colonial style, 4 bedroomed house. And what a house it was. Not only that, he was still amazed at how everything seemed so much bigger here. Houses, cars, personalities, everything.

He entered the door and called out, "I'm home. Sorry I'm late." As he hung his coat on the polished wooden hat-stand that stood just inside the front door, Angela came through from the kitchen. She was not happy.

"Toffee, it's after nine. Dinner's ruined."

He leaned towards her and gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, "I know, I'm sorry. But I had to get the Fuji-com paperwork done."

She softened slightly, "Well, okay. But you work too hard. I haven't seen much of you these past few days."

Piers twisted his neck from side to side and stretched his back once again as he answered, "Well, it's done now. So we'll be able to see more of each other now."

His brown eyes held a cheeky glint as he pulled Angela into a hug and whispered, "Much more. Forget dinner, I've got a better idea." His hand touched her chin and he moved her face up to his for a gentle kiss. Angela allowed the kiss to continue for a moment before she pulled away slightly, "In that case, I won't forget dinner. You'd best eat, you'll need to keep your strength up. Come on I'll make you a sandwich."

She led him into the kitchen and sat him down at the breakfast bar. He watched her as she prepared his food. Angela was in his opinion, perfect. Just over five feet tall, blonde cropped hair and a slim, lithe figure. Legs that were long for her height leading to a small, rounded backside. Slim-waisted with small but beautifully formed breasts. Her eyes tinkled bright blue when she was happy and he loved that. Although they shined even brighter when she was angry and he loved that as well.

Piers smiled to himself, although he found her beautiful in her ire, it was a double edged sword. She rarely got angry and if she did, then it was always for good reason. Even though he outweighed her by about 30 pounds, and all of that well toned muscle he still wouldn't cross swords with her. She was a Nordic Valkyrie, but in perfect miniature.

After chomping his way through a huge Bologna sandwich, he swigged the last of his mineral water and gave a tiny burp, "Scuse me. That was lovely. Now come here, I fancy a bit of dessert."

Piers grabbed her hand and pulled her firmly into an embrace, to which Angela submitted easily.

They kissed, gently at first, and Angela felt herself warming in her husband's arms as his kiss increased in vigour, and she felt his hands slide down her back to firmly grip her round buttocks. Her own hands did not remain idle for long. She reached up to gently hold the back of his neck as they kissed and slowly pushed her soft tongue between his lips, moaning as she did. The vibration this sent into Piers' jaw sent a tingle down his spine, as she knew it would.

His kneading of her buttocks became increasingly forceful as she allowed her free hand to travel down his body and rub the growing bulge in his trousers. In return, he released her left buttock and started to rub her crotch, causing her dress to ride up slightly at the front as the material bunched between his hand and it's increasingly warm and wet target.

Angela moaned softly once more.

Piers stood up sharply, breaking the kiss and turning her round, bent her over the breakfast bar surface. He flipped her dress up so that her buttocks, encased in thin, white cotton panties were open to his view. He paused a moment to look at the sexual delight in front of him and rubbed his finger up and down the dark patch of moisture that stained Angela's knickers.

As she felt his finger brush along her swollen pussy lips, it caused a small shudder in her loins. She closed her eyes and rested her head on her crossed arms, "Now," she whispered, "I need it now."

Piers didn't even bother to pull her knickers off, he merely held them to one side, while he unzipped his fly and struggled to release his hard prick from his trousers. Once free, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed it in. He loved the feel of her tight pussy and he loved the way her hot lips opened like a flower to allow him entrance. He wallowed in the silken trap of her womanhood as every inch of his rigid cock slipped inside.

Angela gurgled deep in her throat as she felt her pussy accept him and the joy that she experienced as the bottom side of his prick slid across her hard clitoris made her almost cry out.

Once he was firmly embedded to the hilt of his thick, seven inches, Piers took a firm hold of Angela's hips and began a steady, powerful stroke. Sliding out, almost to the tip before slamming his hardness back inside again. As he thrust in and out of Angela's soaking channel, she felt the air pushed out of her, and not just with the power of his lovemaking.

No, not lovemaking. Fucking.

He was fucking her like an animal, and she loved it. As the sensations in her hot, pussy started to increase in both presence and pleasure, she found herself unable to contain her lust. She was desperate to come and she was desperate to feel Piers come inside her. She started to push back against him with each of his inward strokes, so that his groin small against her out thrust backside. She could hear him behind her grunting and his climax started to build and she felt him thrusting even harder into her boiling love hole.

The waves of heat radiating from her pussy were signalling her imminent release, and as she fought to stop her legs from buckling underneath her, through gritted teeth she snarled, "Now! Now! I'm coming.... Toffee, You're making me come... Oh God... Ogodogodogod!"

She came.

As the power of her orgasm burst, Angela's eyes opened wide, she wanted to scream with the joy that infused her, but could not, it was too much, short inward breaths were all she could manage and then even that was too much as she felt Piers stiffen and thrust his cock into her pussy to the hilt and hold it there. He gave a short cry and squirted his juice into his now, sobbing wife.

As she felt the hot fluid explode inside her, another surge of pleasure ripped through her and she was then able to scream. It was the release she needed otherwise she thought she might faint.

Slowly as their passions released them, Piers and his wife disengaged. He helped her back upright, her dress falling back to cover her, and with his now softening cock still hanging from his trousers held her close and kissed her once more.

"I love you so much Angie," he whispered.

She pushed him gently away and with a mischievous glint in her eye said, "Don't you think you get round me so easily mister. You were late home and you owe me big time!"

Puzzled, he asked, "What do you mean?"

Her delicate hand wrapped around his cock, still slick with a mixture of their juices, and replied, "Oh, I'm sure I'll think of a suitable punishment."

Then she kissed him tenderly and led him upstairs to their bedroom.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A few days later, Piers arrived at his office and found Gloria waiting for him. At his curious glance, she gave him a cold smile and said, "Shut the door Toffee, we need to talk."

Then without waiting, she walked around to his chair and sat down. He pushed the door closed, turned to see her sat in his chair and said, "What are you doing?"

Again, the cold smile, "Just sitting down. In the chair that should have been mine."

Piers felt his face warm with irritation, "Just what the Hell do-" "Whoa there Toffee. You better hear what I have to say before you start getting all, what's the English expression... getting all het up, old boy."

Piers was still angry at Gloria's manner, but something about her voice and her cold, cold smile made him pause, "What? What's this news then?"

Gloria stretched out languorously, "Ah well, that's the rub isn't it. It's not news to you, it's news about you."

More puzzled than angry now, he asked, "What on Earth are you talking about? Get to the point before I have you thrown out of here."

"You nearly cost the firm millions of dollars and if it hadn't been for me you'd be in deep shit right now."

"What do you mean?"

Gloria smirked. She was enjoying this, "The Fuji-com deal. Hello? What you've been working on."

Very angry now he retorted, "Just get to the point, if you have one and then get out."

She ignored his outburst and nestled back in the chair, "The Fuji-com deal is in Nevada. It's a land deal."

Irritably he answered, "Yes, yes I know. Please will you get to the point!"

"You nearly blew it. You see, I decided that I would take an interest in you."

She paused for effect, "A very special interest. So I looked into the deal. And guess what? I found that you had fucked up Mister! The old farmstead. Remember that? Small piece of land, about an acre. But look where it is. Right in the middle of the area that Fuji-com want. And no one really knows who owns it."

"Yes, yes. I know about that. There is a claimant to the deeds, but that's unproven and unprovable. We are planning to fight a lawsuit so we can get hold of it... Is that all?"

Her grin was wider now, "No, not at all. You see they filed a motion to compel production of documents against us. You missed it and the whole deal fell through."

"WHAT? You're not making any sense! I know all about their motion. We're preparing an answer right now."

Again, Gloria paused for maximum effect. She buffed her nails against her lapel and then said, "And you're too late."

"Don't be silly. We have at least two weeks. Plenty of time."

"Toffee, Toffee. Haven't you forgotten something?"

"What?"

"The land in question is in Nevada and the motion was placed in Nevada... And we are in New York."

"So?"

"Under New York State law, you're right. We do have plenty of time. However, under Nevada State law, we don't... In fact the deadline was 5 o'clock yesterday afternoon. You missed it."

Piers eyes widened, "Oh no."

Gloria was really enjoying his discomfiture. She let the gravity of the situation sink in before she spoke again, "Or we would have been too late, if I hadn't been thinking fast. At 4.45 yesterday afternoon an interim answer was placed with the Nevada courts... by me."

His relief was both visible and audible, "Oh! Thanks Gloria, I mean it... But why all these games? Couldn't you have just told me without all this rigmarole?"

Gloria laughed out loud and then replied, "Oh no Toffee, that would have been too easy. Besides, I wanted to make a point."

Puzzled, he responded, "Point? What point?"

"That you owe me."

"Of course."

"No, you really owe me. And I intend to make you pay."

Suddenly suspicious, Piers asked, "Just what are you up to?"

Gloria ignored the question and let her eye wander round the office, from the window to the desk to the old fashioned hat stand in the corner where, even though they weren't required, Piers hung his British legal robe and wig.

"You were either incompetent and guilty of malpractice or you were acting against the interests of our client."

"It was an honest mistake," he shouted angrily.

"We-e-ell, you say that. And who am I to argue. But it's not what I think is it? It's what the old men upstairs would think," she leaned forward and rested her head on her hands as she balanced her elbows on the table and stared at him with her eyes wide open, "Great British superstar of the New York legal circles is incompetent. Shock Horror! Hold the front page! Old, established law firm's reputation tarnished. Millions in damages. Possible legal action against Piers Toffington-Smythe."

Piers was no fool. She was right, it didn't matter that he was innocent of the slurs she was raising. What mattered was what it looked like. He sagged slightly and then looked her where she still sat at his desk.

Coldly he said, "So... What do you want?"

Gloria affected a look of artful innocence, "Why Mr Toffington-Smythe! Whatever do you mean?" then more slyly, "Are you trying to bribe me? Trying to compound one felony with another?"

Piers renowned cool was beginning to desert him now, "Just cut the shit Gloria! What do you want? Money?"

She giggled, looked at him genuinely surprised and then laughed heartily, "No Toffee, nothing so crass," her laughter stopped, "I want what's mine."

She gazed slowly around the office, "I want this office and the partnership that goes with it."

"I can't do that! I'm only a junior, what the Hell do you expect me to do?"

"Simple. Work."

Piers opened his mouth, closed it again and then said, "Erm... what?" "As I said, simple. I want you to work. I want you to take half of my workload, deal with it and then let the boys upstairs see my results. And with the glowing reports, also supplied by you, it shouldn't take them too long to see what they passed over. And when I get my partnership, we can call it even."

"That's blackmail!"

"No, it's an opportunity... And I always look out for the best opportunities."

She stood up and walked to the door, as she grasped the handle she turned to him and said, "I advise you to think about my little scheme Toffee. But not for too long. I expect you to meet me for dinner at Maxi's restaurant tonight at eight o'clock with your answer. After all, what choice do you have, if you want to stay in employment and possibly out of jail?" another thought came to her, "And if that happened, who'd look after you're poor little wife... Though, actually, I know a few people who'd be more than happy to look after her for you, if you get my drift. Eight o'clock!"

Piers almost shouted, "You leave Angie out of this!"

Gloria replied coldly, "No! You leave Angie out of this. Do as you're told and she never need know. Nobody should."

After she had gone, Piers sank into his chair, put his head in his hands and stared at his desktop. She had been right of course, he had no choice. He had known that American's in the trade were known to play hard ball, but he was not prepared for the bombshell she had just dropped.

Piers could think about little else all day and was able to accomplish nothing at all of his workload. In the middle of the afternoon, he rang Angela.

"Hello, Toffington-Smythe."

"Angie, it's me."

"Oh hello Love, what do you want?"

"Look Darling, I'm terribly sorry, but something's come up. I have to meet a client for a dinner meeting."

"Oh Toffee!"

"I know, I know. I tried to get out of it, but the boys upstairs are adamant. Look, I'll make it up to you, I promise. Okay?" "Okay, I suppose. How late will you be?"

"I don't know. Hopefully it shouldn't take too long." "Okay Love. I won't wait up. Bye."

He replaced the receiver heavily. He hated lying to Angela, he had never done it before, but he didn't want her involved in this, especially after Gloria's not so veiled threats. And he knew she did know people like that. They all did. They were lawyers for Christ's sake!

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a quarter bottle of whisky and a tumbler.

After taking a stiff drink he muttered, "What a bitch!"

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

At five minutes past the hour, Piers arrived at the restaurant to find Gloria already sat at a table. She was dressed in a very classy cocktail dress that was low cut in the front and had a slit up the side. She sat with her long legs crossed and was showing an expanse of silky soft, white thigh.




Power Play



She smiled and waved him over, "So glad you could make it Toffee. Please sit down."

Piers grimaced, "Why play these games? You know why I'm here, you know I'm not stopping. You've got what you want, I'll do what you say. And now I'm leaving."

"Why Toffee, is that any way to speak to a lady?"

"You are no lady!"

Her smile vanished instantly, "You should consider your position Toffee. And that includes being nice to me."

He glared at her and made no reply so she continued, "Anyway, you're wrong. I am a lady. But only if you keep me happy. It's when I'm not happy that you have to watch out. Right now, I'm happy... If you don't sit down and enjoy a meal with me I'll be unhappy. Am I making myself clear?"

Piers slumped into his chair. Gloria motioned towards the bottle of vintage champagne chilling in an ice bucket, "Have a drink," she said, "After all, you're paying for it."

"No."

Gloria giggled, "You still don't get it do you Toffee old boy? I said, have a drink." She fixed him with a stare.

Piers stared back with contempt so strong that she could feel it and it was beginning to annoy her, "You English! You're all the same! Arrogant fuckers! Think you can just wander over here and take jobs away from people who worked damned hard to get them! Think you can play hardball, Limey? Well try this! I told you that you'd better be nice to me, and I meant it... I was going to abide by our deal and let you off the hook when I got my partnership as long as you were nice." 

She let her words sink in before adding, "But the game plan just changed. I think you need to be reminded just who is in charge here. So, we are going to stay in this restaurant, have a nice meal and some pleasant conversation... and anything else I want. Did you hear that? Anything I want."

He sighed heavily, "Just what are you playing at Gloria? You've got what you want."

Gloria shook her head letting her golden blonde curls shake slightly, "No. I've got what I want, for now... You know what? I'm not really hungry. Pay for the champagne then take me home."

Without waiting for a reply, she stood up and got her coat. Gloria waited at the door while Piers settled the bill and then joined her for the short walk to his car.

When the car pulled up outside her apartment block, she turned to him and said, "Thank you for the wonderful evening Piers. I'm sure we should do this again."

Piers remained silent; he didn't trust himself to speak.

Gloria frowned, "Well?"

Sigh, "Yes, you're right. It was nice and I'm sure that we will." She leaned across and kissed his cheek. It took all his self-control not to jerk his head away.

"Good. You're learning."

As he drove away, Gloria watched him. She smiled to herself; this was going to be even more fun than she had originally thought. His help in getting the partnership was one thing, but it had just occurred to her, what power that she had over him at the moment.

"Actually Piers Toffington-Smythe. I think we will have a lot of fun, you and I."

Piers was in a dark mood as he drove home. Gloria had really shaken him this evening. He knew in the back of his head that it wouldn't be easy to get out of this mess, and he also knew that blackmailers always got greedy. She wouldn't stop at getting the partnership. But he really wished he knew what she was up to, and how far she was willing to take her game.

"What a bitch!"

When he arrived home, Angie was already in bed asleep. Piers silently undressed and then slipped under the duvet next to her. The movement of the mattress made her stir, "Mhphmmm?"

Gently, he stroked her fringe away from her closed eyes and whispered, "It's okay. Go back to sleep Love."

Angie's lips smacked together gently once or twice as she settled back into her pillow. Piers watched her as she slept and envied her untroubled rest. He knew that it would be a while before he got to sleep himself.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In the morning Angela thought that Piers was strangely quiet at breakfast. She watched as he silently chewed on a piece of toast. "What's the matter Love?"

He looked up, "Sorry?"

"Something's bothering you. What is it?"

She was disconcerted that he wouldn't meet her gaze, "Nothing... should there be?"

"It's just, you seem... a bit odd this morning."

Piers thought for a moment and then said, "Oh it was just something at the meeting last night. It seems I have a lot of work to do over the coming weeks. Actually, a vast quantity of work. I really am sorry Darling."

Angela did not believe him. She was one of the few people he couldn't lie to, she knew that. She could read him like a book and knew he was hiding something.

"If there's a problem, maybe I can help." 

Piers stood up and replied with a good humour he did not really feel, "No, honestly. Just a lot of humdrum work to plough through. You know what us lawyers are like when we start writing contracts." 

After he had kissed her goodbye and left for the office, Angela sat down at the breakfast bar. She took a sip of her coffee. He was hiding something. 

When Piers got to his office, there was a parcel waiting for him on his desk. He ripped the paper off to find it was full of files that required rather a lot of mundane work along with a handwritten note which read, 'This is the first batch of my closing files. Be a good boy and get them finished, then return them to me. Remember! Our little secret. G.' 

He sighed in resignation, started to look through the files and buckled down to work his way to the bottom. 

Two hours later he placed the completed files into a large envelope, scribbled Gloria's name on it and placed it in his out tray. Then he made a start on his own work. The result was, he had to work through his lunch just to catch up. 

At three o'clock, Gloria breezed into his office without knocking. Piers treated her to a grimace, "What do you want now?" 

Gloria perched on the corner of his desk and patted his hand gently, "Just came to say thank you for the files. You did a good job." 

Piers really had an urge to sink his fist into her smug face, but he restrained himself with difficulty, "I'm sure you didn't come in here just to pass the time. Tell me what you want." 

She sat back up straight, still smiling, "Actually, you're right Toffee old boy. I do have an ulterior motive." 

"Well?" 

Gloria inspected her nails a moment before she answered, "I've been thinking about things. I didn't get to enjoy my dinner last night. So... you're taking me out to dinner again. Same time, same restaurant." 

"Don't be stupid. I won't do it!" 

Her smile slipped, "I rather think you will. You've got to learn who's in charge. Be there" 

As she stood up, Piers said, "What am I supposed to tell Angie?" 

Gloria shrugged, "I don't care. That's your problem. If you're going to run around with other women, then you should think of your own excuses." 

She blew him a kiss and whispered, "See you tonight, Lover," before breezing from the room. 

Piers took his drink from the drawer, "Christ! What am I going to do now?" 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was exactly eight o'clock when he arrived once more at the restaurant and found Gloria sat at the same table with the same champagne bucket beside her. 

As he approached, she stood up and came to greet him with a dainty kiss on the cheek, "You got here. Good." 

Piers accepted the kiss with all the good grace he could muster and sat down. "What did you tell her?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. I want to know." 

"I told her I had to work late on a divorce settlement." 

"Did she buy it?" 

"What do you care?" 

Gloria affected a mournful expression and laid her doe eyes on him, "Oh Piers. What a thing to say. Of course I care. I want to know that you really believe in this relationship." 

"What relationship? We don't have a relationship. WE are just a dirty blackmailer and a victim." 

Her mournful expression was replaced by a grimace. It made her normally pretty face seem very ugly, "No! We have a relationship because I say we do. Piers, Piers, Piers. What can I do to make you understand the position you're in? Hmmm? I've tried to be nice to you. That didn't work. I've remained civil, at least you could return the compliment. Just think who holds all the cards... and all the evidence." 

Piers glared at the ceiling, his jaw clenched tight. This infuriating woman was playing games with him, toying with him. Why? Because she could. And what made it worse was, she was correct, she did have him over a barrel. But as well as furious, he was also extremely worried. There was no telling what new torture would enter her pretty head. And it was pretty, he had to admit it. Golden blonde hair surrounded her soft skinned face. Blue eyes, not fiery blue like Angie's, no, Gloria's were a deep cornflower blue. She had a cute button of a nose above two pale, soft lips. 

He sat back and looked at the image she presented as she sat there. In a similar cocktail dress to the one she had worn the night before. The low cut showed off her cleavage perfectly, he could follow the curves of her large, rounded breasts under the material and down to her slim waist that flared out to her lush hips. The slit at the side of the dress had fallen away slightly allowing a view of her long, well formed legs. He had to admit that had he been single and she were not the bitch he knew her to be, he could have been quite taken with her. 

Gloria watched Piers silently as he gazed at her. She smiled coldly to herself, "This will be easier than I thought." She stood up, "I've changed my mind again. Pay for the champagne and take me home." 

Piers could only stutter, "W... W... What, now?" 

"Yes, now." 

As with the previous night, he stopped his car outside her apartment block. With forced lightness he said, "Well. Here you are. Goodnight Gloria." 

She remained seated and replied, "Oh no Toffee. You must come in for a night cap." 

He started to protest, but she cut him off, "Ah ah. I said, you must come in for a night cap." 

Piers closed his eyes and gripped the steering wheel. What was she up to now? "Okay then Gloria, but just one. I have to get home soon." 

They entered the apartment. It was spacious and tastefully designed. Gloria kicked off her high-heeled black pumps and sat on the plush sofa. She stretched on leg out and then leaned back and crossed her leg over the other. Again, the slit in the dress fell away. As Piers eyes automatically went to the expanse of silky flesh she displayed, Gloria grinned to herself. She knew exactly how good she looked. 

She patted the sofa next to her, "Come and sit with me." 

Reluctantly, Piers sat down as far from her as he could. He sat stiffly and stared straight ahead. Gloria ignored his mood and shuffled closer to him. She gently rested her cool hand on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. Piers jerked his head away, but she was relentless, "Remember Toffee, be nice," and again nuzzled his neck, her tongue flicking out lightly against his skin. 

Despite himself, Piers could feel his body responding, much as he didn't want it to. He hated this woman with a passion for the way she was playing with him like this. But his body was responding and there was little he could do about it. Gloria slid her hand down and lightly rubbed his thickening penis through his trousers. With her free hand she reached behind her neck and released the clasp that held her dress up. She leaned back slightly allowing the wisps of material to fall and reveal her plump, round breasts with pale pink nipples. Gloria then arched her back making her soft mounds thrust out. "You know what to do," she whispered throatily. 

Even as Piers leaned down to gently take a hold of one of her breasts and squeeze it's soft warmth he castigated himself for his weakness. Why didn't he just push her away like he should and just leave? He was trapped, he knew that and he didn't want anything to do with this awful woman, but his body was calling him a liar, and he knew it was correct. 

Gloria moaned softly as Piers lips attached themselves to her hard nipple. His other hand took a hold of her free breast and started kneading it gently and rolling her bullet hard point between his fingers. She loved the feel of his mouth and hands and she moaned again. The warmth he was creating in her chest felt wonderful. But she had other plans. 

Firmly, she pushed him away and then reclined on the sofa. Lifting her bottom slightly, she pulled her dress up to her waist to reveal even more of her self to his now interested gaze. She was not wearing panties and as she raised one leg to hang it over the back of the sofa, her other rested on the floor. "Eat me," was all she said. 

Piers looked at the beautiful woman displaying herself for him. He had to admit she was gorgeous. Hating himself all the more, his head dropped to her groin. He examined her vagina as it slowly moistened. Her lips were beginning to puff up and he could see her clitoris was beginning to swell and harden. Soft downy blonde fur topped the ensemble, shaved into a small triangle. Tentatively, his tongue reached out and he inhaled her sweet aroma as he let the tip of his tongue slid from the bottom of her pussy lips all the way to her clit. The sensations he aroused in her pussy made Gloria buck slightly. She moaned, "Oh... That feels goooood! Keep going." 

Piers couldn't help himself, he started to eat her sopping pussy, thrusting his tongue between her lips and almost fucking her with his tongue, before sliding out and up to lash at her clitoris. A pulsing warmth started to build in the pit of Gloria's stomach under his gentle tonguing. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to try to hold her still as she slowly lost the fight to control her spasms. The heat was building even more and so were the blissful feelings washing through her womb. With a rapid, steady pace, Piers flicked his tongue back and forth over her hard button, each stroke sending her nearer and nearer to her orgasm. She grabbed his head and thrust it hard against her pussy. Piers inserted a finger inside her tight hole and thrust it in and out as he worked on her engorged clit. His finger was soon drenched in her sugary secretions as this new assault on her sense took place. And then, the orgasm hit her. Gloria screamed as an intense wave of heat washed from her boiling pussy and filled her belly. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed silently, her back arched and her legs thrust straight out. There was an audible plop as Piers removed his fingers from her sticky hole and sat back up. 

Slowly, Gloria came back down to earth, she regained control of her breathing and smiled at him lustily, "My, that was good. I think I'll let you do that again." 

Piers' hand dropped to his fly and he started to undo the zip. "What are you doing Toffee?" He glanced up at her coldly quizzical expression, "I thought you wanted-" 

Gloria giggled, "Whatever gave you that idea? I'm sure it wasn't me. You are here to be nice to me, not me to you. And now you've been nice, you can go."

Nonplussed and surprised at her reaction, although he knew deep down he shouldn't have been, Piers just sat with a shocked look on his face. This made Gloria laugh even more, "You should see the look on your face. A poor little boy who's dropped his ice cream," she glanced at the bulge in his trousers, "Why not take it home to your little wifey? I'm sure she'd appreciate it."

She sat up swiftly and arranged her dress so she was once again covered, "You know where the door is. I'll let you know when I need you again."

Frustrated and embarrassed, Piers stood up and started for the door.

She called out, "Oh Toffee, before you go, I think there's something I should tell you."

He stopped with the handle in his grasp, "Oh Christ! What now?" 

Gloria pointed to the corner of the room by the ceiling. His eyes followed and saw a small security camera trained directly at where Gloria sat on the couch. She smirked and said, "Looks like I have more on you, doesn't it. Whatever would the little woman say if she saw the video? Hmm? And before you try anything. It's a live camera and the video recorder is very safe. I can assure you of that."

Her choice of words seemed to amuse her even more but she said nothing and just watched with cruel amusement as Piers left the apartment. After he had left, Gloria stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of a portrait of herself. She pulled it away from the wall to reveal a small safe. A few turns of the dial and the door hinged open to reveal a sheaf of documents and a video recorder. She hit the stop button and removed the tape and left it on top of the machine. Then she closed the door and moved the picture back against the wall.

Once sat in his car, Piers stared into space. He was extremely turned on and she knew it. This was just another one of her cruel games. As anger and frustration began to take over his body he started to hit the steering wheel with clenched fists. God how he hated her! But what could he do. He was stuck. And he was also very frightened now. Just how far was she going to take these fucking games!

Piers once again silently slid into bed beside Angie. As with the night before she was asleep. He was still excited, his cock had refused to soften at all since the encounter with Gloria and it was beginning to ache. More than anything, he wanted to wake his wife and make love with her to try and ease the frustration he still felt, but he could not. He felt dirty, cheap and above all weak. He just couldn't bring himself to touch Angie with the same filthy hands and mouth that he had used on Gloria. It would, he felt, somehow make it sordid, and he couldn't do that to his wife.

He slipped back out of bed and into the bathroom. He scrubbed his hands and brushed his teeth until they shone. But they still felt dirty. He hated it. And he vowed that he would not have any more to do with her like that again. Still not feeling very good about himself, Piers slid back into bed.

Contrary to his belief, Angie was awake. She had lain awake and just pretended to be asleep when he got home. As he had slid into bed beside her, she had smelled something. It was expensive perfume and it was coming from her husband. She had watched silently as he had retired to the bathroom to clean up and then returned to their bed. He was seeing another woman! That was obvious. Her mind was in turmoil. She wanted to sit up and grab him. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to know if she was letting him down and why he needed someone else. Her husband, the man she adored was cheating on her. But she couldn't move. The shock, the pain and the misery were shown by nothing more than a single tear that made its way down her cheek.

And the Valkyrie woke!

How dare he! Hadn't she given up everything to follow him here? Miles and miles away from her family and friends! Angie felt her chest tighten as burning anger gave way to white hot fury! She sat up and switched her bedside light on and turned her cold eyes towards Piers as he blinked at the unexpected light.

"Sorry," he said, "Did I wake you up?"

Angie reached back and let her hand fly at his face where it connected with a ringing slap.

"YOU BASTARD!"

The shock of the unexpected slap coupled with Angie's furious shout made his tongue tie in knots. His stomach tightened and he felt a nervous tic in his eye. Oh my God!

"WHO IS SHE?"

"Angie..."

"DON'T YOU ANGIE ME! WHO IS SHE! WHO'S THE SLUT YOU BEEN WITH?"

He sat up and held a hand to his stinging cheek, "Angie please, I can explain."

Confirmation! He was screwing around! In her fury, Angie started slapping him again. Both hands now were hitting him all over his head and shoulders as she screamed, "WHO IS SHE, YOU BASTARD?"




Power Play



Desperate to escape the blows, even though they didn't actually hurt, Piers retreated back and fell from the bed with a thump. Angie fell forward on top of him and continued to lash out at him as her tears flowed. With his legs trapped inside his twisted duvet, all Piers could do was wrap his arms around her and hold on as she hit him. It seemed like a century, but was probably only five minutes as the slaps slowed and died down. Angie had exhausted herself and could only bury her face into his chest and sob.

Piers' eyes were stinging with tears of his own. Shame, guilt and self loathing washed through him and all he could say was a thickly whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," over and over again.

Angie's sobs eventually died and she thrust herself off him to stand up. She treated Piers to a cold, hard stare before storming from the bedroom and downstairs.

He quickly freed himself from the duvet and followed her. Piers found her in the kitchen, where she sat at the breakfast bar with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass.

He said, "I'm so sorry Angie."

She remained silent and unmoving.

"Angie please... I can explain."

She took a swig of her drink and answered, "Oh. You can, can you?"

Angie swivelled round to face him, "Well! Lets hear it then. Let's hear your explanation. Come on, let's hear why you were screwing around. But I warn you, it wants to be a fucking awesome explanation!" 

Piers wrung his hands, his eyes were still moist and he was a picture of misery.

"I didn't... I didn't screw her."

Angie's eyes remained cold, "That's supposed to make me feel better is it, Piers? The clock's ticking Mister, it better get better than this!"

"Look, I..." he crumpled to the floor and sat with his head in his hands, "I'm in trouble."

"Damn right!"

He looked up and almost shouted, "No! You don't understand..." he took a deep breath, "I'm being blackmailed."

Angie's face filled with shock and then scornful laughter, "Oh come on! Is that the best you can come up with?"

She looked at Piers where he sat in his misery and the laughter died on her lips. Her look of scorn was slowly replaced by uncertainty. He wasn't lying.

"I think you had better tell me."

So, with eyes still downcast, he did. In dull monotonous tones, Piers told her everything. As the story unfolded, Angie's eyes became wider and wider. He told her of his mistake, Gloria's increasing demands, of what happened in Gloria's flat. He told her of his shame, his guilt and the contempt in which he held himself right now. In tears, he finished, "-And then you hit me and here we are."

Angie was angry again, she spat, "That bitch!"

That woman had done this to her man. Had reduced him to this. She squatted on the floor beside Piers and gathered him in her arm, "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you trust me? I could have helped."

"I don't know. I was scared. I mean, Gloria's right, she has me right where she wants me. And she made some threats and I don't think she'll hesitate carry any of them out."

He raised his head to look at Angie for the first time, "I was just so scared that something would happen to you. I didn't know what else to do. I'm so sorry, I never meant for any of this. Please don't hate me."

Angie pulled his head to her breast and stroked his hair, "It's okay. I don't hate you. I'm not very happy with you right now, but I don't hate you... I love you," she ruffled his hair, "You hear that Mr Toffeenose-Smythe, I love you."

Abruptly, she stood up and held out her hand, "Come on. Let's go to bed. We'll think about what to do in the morning."

Back in bed, the couple held each other tight. As he listened to Piers breathing become slower and deeper, Angie lay with her head on his chest and stared into space. She thought long and hard and decided that in the morning, she would pay a visit to Miss Gloria Bitch Face Swandale.

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Piers eyes opened slowly and as he came to full consciousness he could feel a wet warmth on his hard prick. He looked down to see Angie naked and busily working her mouth up and down his prick. As he felt him move, she turned her head slightly and let his stiff cock out of her mouth. She continued to gently stroke him as she whispered, "Good morning."

He said, "This is... A surprise. After last night I didn't think-"

She grinned at him, "You haven't been thinking for some time now Toffee, at least not with your brain. But I have. And I also thought you needed a timely reminder of just what you have at home."

Piers smiled back sadly, "I know what I have. And I know what I almost lost."

Angela smouldered, "Don't you forget it. Everything you need is right here, Buster!"

Her tongue flicked out and struck him gently at the sensitive head of his penis where the foreskin attached to the rod, "I've been thinking quite a lot. I've already phoned you in sick today and I have some things I need to do... Later. Right now, this is more important."

She resumed working her lips up and down his hard cock, letting her tongue slide all over the tip its tip inside her mouth. Angie started to hum softly as she worked sending vibrations through her teeth and directly onto his sensitive flesh. He moaned as the feelings built and luxuriated in the tender loving Angie was providing. His balls twitched and he felt the familiar sweet tension that signalled imminent release, but Angie felt it too and took her mouth away. She pressed her fingers firmly into the base of his rock hard prick and murmured, "Oh no. Not yet, I want to do this first."

She sat up and threw her leg across him and placed the tip of his erection at her moist entrance. Agonisingly slowly, she lowered herself down until he was fully embedded inside her. Their pubic hairs were beginning to dampen with the sweet juices that were already seeping from her hot, tight hole. And then just as slowly, she raised herself back up.

Angie groaned as her clitoris dragged along the length of his jutting member and gritted her teeth as she started her next downward stroke. Piers reached up and began to caress Angie's small, firm tits as she rode him. He rubbed her taut flesh and gently pinched her steely hard nipples.

"Oh God yes," she moaned, "Oh god... This feels so good... Oh yeah!" Her pace began to pick up as the loving warmth started building its fire in her belly, "Oh God... I love this... I love feeling you inside me... Oh God!"

Piers marvelled at the vision of womanhood bouncing on his increasing hard cock. The sensuous joy of her tight honeyed walls wrapped around his prick and the view as this woman he loved found equal pleasure from him filled him with such heat that his skin felt like it would burst into flames.

Faster and faster, Angie bounced up and down, he watched his hard prick disappear and reappear from her warm cunt again and again. Her juices were flowing now, almost as though she were ejaculating over him. The feel of her lubrication as it pooled in his groin and then cool as it slid down the crack of his arse was so sensuous, so exciting that he could feel himself falling over the edge.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around Angie's waist. Then still connected he flipped her over so that she lay beneath him and started slamming his hard meat into her soaking, receptive pussy.

Angie pulled her thighs as far apart as she could and took a firm grasp of his arse cheeks, trying to force him into her channel even harder. "Oh yeah! That's it! Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me!"

Her cries changed from words to incoherent squeaks as Piers forced his stiff cock in and out, In and out. Their pubic mounds slapped together, faster and faster until Piers slammed into her and held his prick deep in her pussy as blast after blast of his pearly come jetted into her womb.

It was just the sensation Angie needed to send her over the edge into a boiling orgasm that almost made her faint as it rampaged through her system, setting fire to every nerve ending it met. She screamed.

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When Angie had showered and dressed, she met Piers in the kitchen where he was putting on a pot of coffee.

"Not for me," she said, "I need to go out." 

"Where to?"

Angie gave him a mysterious smile, "Never you mind. You just relax until I get back. And I mean relax, you'll need your strength." 

He smiled in return, "Okay."

Piers gathered Angie in his arms and kissed her on the nose, "I love you so much it seems unreal."

She grinned and replied, "Hold that thought."

Then she disentangled herself and went on her errand. She made one quick stop at the bank, then she dropped in at Central Park and had a quiet conversation with a scruffy black man who was sitting doing not much at all.

Two more errands and then she found herself outside the offices of Bader, Bader, Van Buren and Jones, Attorneys at Law.

A brief conversation later and she was being ushered into Gloria Swandale's office. She noted that the other woman was somewhat surprised to see her.

"Erm... Angela. What can I do for you?"

"Stay the fuck away from my husband, bitch! That's what you can do." Angie's direct approach threw Gloria for a second before she came back with, "Now, now Angie. There's no need for that."

"There's every need. I have nothing else I want to say to you. You just keep your claws out of my husband."

"What did he tell you?" 

"Everything."

Gloria's trademark cold smile came back into play, "Then you know I've got him."

Angie's smile was equally cold, "No, you haven't. I've got him. And I won't let you take him away."

"And how exactly do you intend to do that then? Hmm?"

"I know enough about the law to know how to deal with you."

"Really? I don't know how much you know about the law Angela, I know you worked at the Old Bailey in London. But that doesn't mean much round here. If you know half as much as you think you do, then you'll know Toffee doesn't have a leg to stand on if I decide to blow the whistle... And where will you be then? Hmm? On the streets, no beautiful West Side house. You won't even be able to stay in this country. Back to jolly old Limey-land. And just what would you do there? Hmm? I know that he burnt his bridges when he came here. Going home with his tail between his legs, what British firm would employ him? That is, if he doesn't go to jail."

Angela remained silent and Gloria sensing an easy victory moved in for the kill, "I have evidence that your husband is incompetent and an adulterer. Enough to get him ruined at this firm."

She buffed her nails on her lapel in her usual smug manner and continued, "Actually. I think the game just got better. I was going to leave you out of this. But I can't do that now. Now you know what's going on I think you should be put to work as well."

"What do you mean?"

"Well now, that's the rub isn't it? I mean you have just as much to lose as Toffee. So perhaps you should share the responsibility of keeping it, wouldn't you agree?"

"What sad little game are you planning now?"

Gloria's predatory smile grew wider as she answered, "I think that perhaps you are a touch large for your footwear and it's time you realised your place. Piers is coming to see me tonight. He doesn't know it yet, but he is... And I think that you should come with him."

Angela's mouth dropped open, "Just what are you suggesting?" 

"I'm not suggesting anything... I am telling. Tonight. Eight thirty. Make sure you're on time."

Angela was fuming, "I won't let you get away with this!"

"You can't stop me. Now go away please, I'm very busy," she started to look through a file on her desk for a moment, before she glanced back up at where Angela still stood, "Are you still here? I said I'm very busy. Just make sure you aren't late tonight."

It was an effort of will for Angela to refrain from throwing herself at Gloria and scratching her pretty eyes out. She fought down her murderous fury and stiffly left the building to sit at the wheel of her car. She hammered her tiny fists on the steering wheel and screamed, "WHAT A FUCKING BITCH!"

Once she had calmed down enough, she drove off on one final errand, made a phone call and then returned home.

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Gloria was examining her reflection in the mirror when she heard the doorbell. She looked at the clock that said it was twenty minutes past seven. She frowned, it wouldn't be them. Not this early. She opened the door to be met by two uniformed police officers.

"Yes?"

"Miss Swandale. Miss Gloria Swandale?"

"Yes, that's me. What the problem officer?"

One of the young policemen produced a small piece of paper, "We have a warrant to search this address."

Shocked and a little angry, she snatched the warrant and studied it. It was in order.

"What is this? What's this about?"

The policeman gently but firmly eased her back inside and answered, "We have reason to believe that there may be illicit substances in this apartment Ma'am."

Annoyed, Gloria spluttered, "That's ridiculous! I'm a lawyer with a respected firm. Why would I have anything like that?"

"That's not for me to say. Look I have a job to do, so lets get this over with."

The two men made a rapid and thorough search of the apartment, but found nothing. Then one of them noticed her portrait, it was not hanging quite straight. He pushed it with one finger and it hinged away from the wall to reveal the safe.

"Could you open the safe please, Ma'am?"

"There's nothing in there except some legal documents."

"Please Lady! Just open the damned safe, then we can get out of here."

Coldly furious now, Gloria hissed, "Okay! Then when you see that I don't have any contraband, you'll find out just what a mistake you made here. I'll have you're badge for this."

As she started to work the dial, Gloria knew. She just knew that Angela was behind this. She didn't know what that stupid English woman thought she could achieve, but she knew that Angela was going to pay. The little steel door swung open and Gloria turned to the policeman and said, "There! See? Nothing except some private papers!"

She watched as he stared into the safe. His expression never changed as he said, "Yes Ma'am. I see exactly."

She turned to look herself and saw no documents and no videotape. Instead, alongside the video player, which had the image feed ripped from it were twenty small plastic bags that were filled with fine, white powder... and nothing else. She looked up into the corner of the room. The camera's lens was broken. Her gaze fell back to the bags of powder.

She stuttered, "But... this is impossible. I've never seen this before in my life."

She barely felt the handcuffs snap on to her wrists as the policeman said, "Tell it to the Judge, Lady. Joe, read her Miranda rights."

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Piers sat down across from the old man. He said, "Actually I'm quite embarrassed. I didn't realise that there was such a thing. But as you can see, we were within deadline and the motion was set."

Van Buren nodded thoughtfully, "I see. It could have been quite embarrassing, not to mention expensive."

"I know. And I'm sorry about that. I thought it best to come and let you know what happened."

The old lawyer waved a deprecating hand, "No, don't worry about it Toffee. Even us 'Damned Yankees' slip up on interstate differences. I admit, you cut it close and you satisfied the letter if not the spirit of the law, but what's done is done. And we are covered. That's the main thing. Actually, I'm gratified that you came to me about this. There are two things I insist upon from my junior partners and they are honesty and professional integrity. I'm pleased you saw fit to let me know."

He looked down at a piece of paper in his hand.

"I received this letter this morning."

"Yes sir?"

"Perhaps you should read it."

The old man passed the letter to piers and waited as he skimmed through it. It was addressed to the senior partners and was from Gloria Swandale. She was trying to blacken his name as much as her own. She detailed his incompetence and his adultery. Character assassination of the highest order.

Piers finished reading, placed the letter back on the desk and said, "I see. She seems... to be getting desperate. I wish I knew why she dislikes me so much."

This was the nub. He started sweating a little and wondered what was on the other man's mind. Piers looked up and watched Van Buren's face. It was unreadable. They held each other's gaze for a long moment then the old man leaned back and blew out heavily, "How could we have been so wrong about her? I worked with her father you know. Brilliant man. I'm just glad he never lived to see this." He glanced up at Piers who remained silent, so he continued, "Well, we don't have to worry about her any more. The only thing is..."

"What Sir?"

"Well. Dealing drug. I wouldn't have thought she would, I mean it's not like we didn't pay her well."

"The way I see it Sir, for some people enough is never enough. And who knows, if she was willing to deal in illegal substances, what else would she be willing to deal in?"

"A good point. Moot now I suppose, but a shame nonetheless." 

Van Buren stood up and looked out of his window with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared out for a moment, sighed and then said, "Listen Toffee, we're having a little dinner party this Friday, perhaps you and Angela would like to come." 

"Lovely. Thank you."

"Eight o'clock okay?"

Inwardly, Piers heaved a sigh of relief.

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Gloria had just started her sentence at the State Women's Hall of Correction when she was informed that she had a visitor. Sullenly she sat down at the glass partition and looked at the grinning Angela Toffington-Smythe.

"Come to gloat?"

"Yes."

"Don't bother. You won. Now fuck off and leave me alone."

"No. Not yet. I want to enjoy this... Eighteen months for possession with intent to supply. Long time."

"I don't know how you did it, but I'll pay you back for this."

"You'll pay me back? You blackmailed my husband. You played your disgusting games with our marriage and then you tried to get me as well. And you say you'll pay me back! Well think on this Young Lady, if I ever see you again, what happened to you this time will be nothing. This was just a warning, I can get a lot more serious than this, believe me."

Gloria remained sullenly quiet so Angela continued, "As to how I did it. That's easy. I bought some coke, broke into your apartment, cracked your safe, made an anonymous phone call to the police and... well, here you are."

Gloria's mouth fell open, "You broke... cracked... How the Hell...?"

A triumphant smile spread across Angela's face as she answered, "You don't know as much as you think. You know Piers and me met at the Old Bailey. Well, I wasn't working there you know. He was defending me. And a very good job he made of it I can tell you. Got me off Scott free."

Angela stretched expansively, "Yes, I used to be one of the best burglars in London, until Piers reformed me. Caught once, never convicted. As for the Charlie, I've been around, and it's easy to find anything you want, if you know where to look. The cesspits of New York are not so different from the cesspits of London."

"You won't get away with this. You've just confessed to three felonies and I'll see you swing. I'll tell everybody."

Angela laughed loud and long, "And just who do you think people will believe? The wife of a respected lawyer or the unsupported word of a convicted drug dealer. No, I think you should keep your pretty gob shut, serve your time and then crawl under whatever stone you can find."

Gloria's eyes welled with tears. Angela was entirely correct, she was beaten.




Power Play



Angela's smile was far from warm, "You know, Toffee made a couple of mistakes. The first was that technical legalese shit that I won't pretend to understand. The other was not coming to me when this all started. Because then I could have dealt with you and saved him a lot of pain," the smile left her face, "You know, even with all of his experience dealing with criminals back in London and now working with corporate sharks here in New York, he is still something of an innocent. I am not!"

"Okay, I get it."

Angela fixed Gloria with an unfriendly flat stare, "But your mistake was worse, and much more costly."

"What mistake?"

"Thinking you were a worse bitch then me!" spat Angela, "You need to understand something. My world begins and ends with Piers Toffington-Smythe and I'm willing to do anything... ANYTHING to protect him. Remember, I never picked you for an enemy... You selected me, and when you did, you fucked up."

She stood up and glanced around the room before returning her eyes to Gloria, "As you are now finding out."

Angela turned to leave when another thought occurred to her, "And another thing Gloria. I wouldn't start playing your little games in here. The women inside aren't as lenient as I am. You just be a good girl and you'll be fine. Shouldn't be too bad for you here, a pretty young thing like you will be very popular."

Angela stood up and strode away without a backward glance. Gloria could do nothing except watch her leave and murmur, "What a fucking bitch."

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Author Note

Before any American legal eagles point out that Toffee's mistake was barely a mistake, I know that. Not being legally trained I took advice from a friend who is well versed in American law, and who gave me the idea. It was just a literary device people, let's not get hard ons about it :-)